The whites of Chen Pi's eyes kept rolling out, and he could faint at any time, and he completely relied on his own willpower and severe pain to support his consciousness.

He probed his fingernails into his wounds, pulled out the needle that had penetrated deep into his body, and threw it to the ground. Seeing that the pile of no-donation flags on the table had all been snatched by the three gangs and five factions, he stuffed them into his pocket. Turning his head to the side of the man who had been hacked to death with a kitchen knife.

The man wasn't actually dead, the kitchen knife was stuck deep in his spine and was twitching, and Chen Pi carried him on his back, the man was completely limp, and his head was hanging on his shoulders. Chen Pi straightened his head, "Where is the cannon head?" ”

The man couldn't move, but the raised eyelids pointed the way, Chen Pi looked around, and the people had already run out, pulled out the pineapple knife, cut off all the heads on the corpse, and strung them together with their trouser belts, including the corpse that killed Qin Huai, and walked in the direction of the eyelids around his waist.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something, and turned around to pick up the two steel needles.

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Saying that, the white fat man and his party quickly assembled in Baipinglou, each gang brought out all the muskets, and the rest of the people carried brick knives and short axes. The water that drains the yellow sunflower is impassable. But no one dared to go in.

The part of the water row connected to the shore has been removed, and if you want to go up to the row, you have to go into the water, which is obviously not what the three gangs and five factions are good at.

Huang Kui's little brother looked at the people around him inexplicably, and then knew that something was wrong, something must have happened, he opened the dark cabin, helped out a blind old woman, let her sit on the edge of the water row, and then shouted to the shore: "Do Mo Zi do things?" ”

The white fat man raised the head of the long robe: "Huang Kui'er, your rudder is dead, there are some things, do you want to talk about it again?" ”

As he spoke, he glanced behind him, there was a man with a straw hat behind him, carrying two baskets of lily hats with a flat pole, behind the lily hats, hiding an old man, and the fire scar on his face was the old hunter on the mountain, he quietly poked out a musket from behind the lily hat, and aimed at the little big brother.

The white fat man whispered in the local dialect: "Fly his brain, hit it on time." ”

The old Orion nodded: "You want his brain scoop to fly to the table on the left, or to the right." ”

The little big brother watched from afar, and suddenly turned his head and said something to the old woman in a dialect that he did not understand, and the old woman's arms were agitated, and suddenly the placket of her clothes was suddenly opened, and a mass of earthy yellow things suddenly turned into the water.

When the white fat man saw it, he immediately let go and retreated, and before the head fell to the ground and rolled off to the shore, a thin long arm popped out of the water, and the nails were as long as a cigarette, all of them were yellowed gray nails, and grabbed the head of the man in the long shirt and dragged him into the water.

In a moment, the mass had returned to the blind old woman's arms, curled up again, and the human head was thrown out of the water and rolled at the feet of the little big brother.

The little big brother looked down, although he was cut into flesh by the tangerine peel, but after so many years, he still recognized it at a glance. As soon as he sat on the ground, the white fat man continued to shout: "Huang Kui'er, the rudder is dead, those drum crawlers you raised can't scare us." A little flower can kill your rudder, there are so many of us, give you a way out, kill all these drum crawlers, and then get out of the Yangtze River. ”

The little big brother looked at the white fat man, and the official sister on the side shouted again: "Where did you get my girls?" Give me back my girls. ”

The little big brother hugged the head of the long shirt and turned his face away, no one saw it, the corners of his mouth were grinned to the greatest extent, and surprisingly, he was not sad, he turned out to be an unbearable ecstasy.

The cheongsam is dead, my God, the cheongsam is dead.

This is really an unexpected result for him, for so many years, this Mr. Mover has been forcing him to be a locust, a locust, yes, he brought these brothers from Hunan, but he can't always be a locust. Staying in the river all day long is worrying, yes, their power is getting bigger and bigger, and they have no last resort to move the rudder, and they have realized Huang Kui's ambition step by step, but whose ambition is that.

At first, he also thought it was his own ambition, whoever he wanted to die, he would let that person die if he moved the rudder, even if it took 8 months, a year, no one could escape, the three gangs and five factions were not afraid of Huang Kui's ferocity, but the rudder. They are afraid of the tricks of the helmsman.

But the more he went on, the more he was powerless, and he gradually discovered that these were not his ambitions, but the rudder.

He didn't want these at all, he wanted to go to the city, buy a batch of shops, forget about the people he killed, the people he harmed, he wanted to be a normal person, but he didn't allow the rudder, and he kept telling him that he brought his brothers out to be locusts, and for the sake of his brothers, he had to keep doing it. He had no way to resist, he knew that he had been moved to the helm frame, and the people below were very afraid of himself, afraid of the drums he raised, he couldn't come down, and when he came, he was the first to die.

But now it's different, the rudder is dead. He didn't expect that Jiahuazi, who was named tangerine peel, could kill the rudder.

The little big brother stood up, trying not to be so happy, and he put the head of the robe on the dining table. Then find a bamboo skewer and start writing on it. Completely ignoring the people on the shore.

The official sister grabbed him and pointed to the water, "Take a closer look." The white fat man looked under the bamboo raft and could vaguely see that the iron cage was hanging full. Not knowing what was locked up inside, he sneered, didn't care, and said to the old Orion, "The one on the left." ”

Almost instantly, the old hunter fired, and the little big brother was just writing the first word, when his head was knocked off, and all the fragments of his brain and skull were splashed on the table on the left. Sprinkle it on the face of the head of the robe.

Almost instantly, all the people of the three gangs and five factions rushed into the water and swam towards the bamboo raft. The corpse of the little big brother stood there, only half of his head remained, and he had not fallen for a long time, except for one eye, which seemed to be looking coldly at the lake. Then, the little big brother, who was only half a head, suddenly took a step forward and smiled.

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The second heaviest cold in my life. I don't know what I'm writing at all, so I'll just look at it.

I feel like I suddenly realized that I could explain my personality and why I could change it.

Personality may be a behavioral conditioned reflex in the unconscious and low consciousness of a person in childhood when self-consciousness is not fully formed. It is made up of hormones that are secreted and then react with the environment.

For example, in infancy, we secrete a lot of hormones, forming various behaviors such as crying, making noise, tolerating, and avoiding. The body remembers the results of all actions, which are related to the environment.

Therefore, personality should be a hormonal emotional function in the face of this world, for you to call directly when you encounter things. The more functions you are good at, the more you will call them.

Being good at using functions is related to the environment, and in a stressful environment, once you try out which function is suitable for you to deal with the environment, your personality will change. This almost explains the difference between online and real personalities, as well as the personality changes of people at home and outside, and I am reluctant to think about the personality of people for the time being. Purely from the point of view of the appearance of the personality, the personality is not fixed. It's just that the speed of personality change is different for everyone, and the speed of environmental change is also different.

If we understand the effects of various hormones on people's emotions, it is almost a matter of time before artificial intelligence simulates people's personality changes.

The above is cranky in a state of sleepwalking.

In addition, I think that in the future of archaeology, in addition to object archaeology, there will definitely be data archaeology, and more and more computers, and the software and games generated in the process, are buried in the process of eliminating computers. In the future, there will definitely be the discipline of data archaeology, which will search for old programs in various found old computers and restore them for future generations to visit.

If I get the chance, I'm going to write a science fiction novel like this. The word "hard disk" will eventually become the same concept as the Warring States Silk Book.