On the second day of registration, Man Jianghong, who was famous for his rice bucket, became famous again.

First of all, everyone found that this kid was a little stupid and indifferent, and people enthusiastically asked where he came from, how many people were in the family, where did he read, and often asked three sentences before agreeing to a sentence, and the answer was vague and vague, staring at you with a pair of innocent eyes, which made you lose your temper.

That's it, and everyone soon discovers that this kid has an intolerable vice and likes to stare at people. stretched his neck, his eyes were blurred, his cheeks and lower lip drooped, and a crystal saliva almost flowed out.

He not only stared at the women, but also chased the men, and looked at the scientists, martial artists, security guards, and waiters in the courtyard, and finally even the aunt who swept the floor did not let go, and stared at it affectionately for three minutes.

He was so bold that he even dared to look at Long Wu and Long Jiu. The handsome and compelling Long Jiu was so pale and chilled by his face that he almost rolled up his sleeves and beat people, but after being stopped by Long Wu, he took pity on this youngest hall in the martial arts, and when he saw his shadow, he clamped and tightened his buttocks and detoured.

Chickens and dogs jump, if this continues, they can't be killed alive? At dusk, everyone couldn't bear it anymore, and jointly complained to Dean Lin Bin, that they had to expel this kid. Thanks to Old Master Zhang, it was as if he had picked up a golden pimple, and he kept him with a tough attitude. It will take a while for the two disciples of Old Master Zhang to come to the research institute to make peace, so he and Man Jianghong are the only two in the consciousness research room. Qianfu pointed out that the throwing of stones in the pit aroused public indignation, and Old Master Zhang was also very upset, so he simply threw out some of the information he had accumulated for decades and let Man Jianghong sort it out, saving him from running blind.

But after a few days, everyone found that the boy seemed to be a different person, speaking clearly and politely, and not staring at people, his eyes were bright and clear. They are all people with status, and no one will get along with a child, so everyone slowly accepted him. Only the qigong master Qian Fei and the special function master Zhang Baolai may have fallen into a psychological shadow, and they are not angry when they see him, and they don't give a good face. Of course, the sweeping aunt seems to have regrets.

Man Jianghong didn't care about gossip, relying on his young age to make a quick decision, he almost saw the cultivation of everyone in the courtyard in one day, and the function of the "Sky Eye" has improved greatly. Not only can you see the true qi overflowing from the hall, but you can also vaguely perceive the true qi that is circling in the martial artist's body and cannot come out. Combined with past experience and side-to-side inquiries, my mind gradually became clear. Now he knew that Long Wu was a mid-level peak hall, and Long Jiu was a first-level peak hall, and they were only one step away from breaking through. A few martial artists don't have much to look at, but the true qi of Zhang Baolai and Qian Fei is very thin, and the same name is very different, which is a bit weird.

Although the breath in the body of the yoga woman Qiu Niang is weak, it is not quite like true qi. Numerology master Kang Jie's body is obviously true qi, far less thick than Long Wu, but it is much more pure and pure, and I can't figure out what's going on. However, Kang Jie is not bad about himself, and he is not angry when he is stared at, and he will have the opportunity to study him in the future. This old man once enthusiastically helped himself to tell his fortune, but after the calculation, his face changed greatly, and he did not speak, as if he had encountered a big problem.

Cut, my master's life is so easy to calculate? Even I don't know what time and moment my birthday is.

This place is so bird of paradise and I love it!

The palace is responsible for security, which shows that the background is profound, and there may be a grandmaster behind it. What will be above the grandmaster? Is there still a land immortal? It is exciting to think about it with martial arts. It's just that I am not familiar with the situation when I first came here, and I heard Mr. Zhang say that the project has not yet been fully launched, and the master's "strongman" plan can only be slowly figured out, and the future is bright.

The phone has never rang, there is nothing to worry about, Hua Rong, who looks like a lion, should have no malicious intent, and the whole process of inserting into the research institute is more like a temporary idea, and he has cheapened himself in vain. He also inadvertently induced the little master's heavenly eye, he is a great benefactor, a great person!

The news of the beggars fighting in the reclamation area has already been reported, and several villains were just stabbed a few times in the legs by the master, and they didn't die, the police shouldn't bother chasing the murderers, not to mention that there are a few sons and brothers who are involved in it as a protective umbrella. The news of the disabled children caused an uproar, and the Zhangmu city government was under pressure, and the resettlement work was indeed proceeding in an orderly manner. Genetic comparison is carried out in the Huaxia Missing Children Bank, and the next step may be to take the old road of adoption, orphanage, welfare home, etc.

A few sons and brothers didn't talk nonsense, but their hearts were not too bad. I hope that the cool soldier brother will stop studying Newtonian mechanics, and the master himself has not figured out what the situation is.

Reporter Wang Jing is famous, and she is very kind, so she shouldn't lose the child who lost her eyes, and she will go to her when she has the ability.

When I think of Wang Jing, I think of the hug on the stone floor, the delicate face close at hand, the smooth and slender waist, and the fragrant and fresh fragrance. Man Jianghong felt that his body was a little hot, and he couldn't sleep when he was lying in bed at night, and he was a powerful challenge.

The one-bedroom, one-living room and one-bathroom house has air conditioning, color TV, computer, telephone, desk, sofa, etc., all of which are brand new, and even soap, razor, shower gel, and pajamas are ready. Balconies face out towards the sea and can be heard clearly with the sound of the waves.

On the third day after reporting for duty, that is, ten days ago, Mr. Zhang arranged for him to sort out the original records of a large number of thought experiments, scan the electroencephalogram into the computer, and print them one by one with the thinking activities of the test subjects, which accounted for more than half of the dreams.

α waves appear when "quiet, eyes closed" and β waves appear when "thinking, seeing, and hearing sounds", and the appearance of β waves generally represents cerebral cortex excitement.

The different brain waveforms in the dream correspond to different contents, and the myriad postures are strange, and the Sphinx seems to the unfathomable to the uninitiated. But after reviewing thousands of such maps, Man Jianghong can roughly discern what kind of waveform hides happiness, sorrow, or fear.

With enough information, the computer will be able to decipher the thought code, and then no matter where you are and what language you speak, you will be able to distinguish what you are thinking as long as you receive brain waves.

However, at present, computers surpass the human brain in terms of computing speed, information processing and storage capacity, but they have no autonomy and no "consciousness" function. It takes thousands of years to process massive amounts of data, unless there is an unimaginably powerful supercomputer with near-divine power to receive and decipher it in parallel. For human beings, building a data comparison database is the king. When the content of the database is detailed, the computer running time can be shortened to one second, and simultaneous translation can be carried out.

Thinking wildly, the sea and the sky are vast, and I can't sleep. Man Jianghong simply got up and turned on the computer and called up the newly collected 500 games of chess master chess games.

When he was ten years old, Zhu Fugui gave him a laptop computer, which opened the window of the world, and he browsed the Internet day and night, whether it was astronomy, geography, economy, politics, physics, mathematics, history, or even architecture, archaeology, folklore, health, etc., all about this society, about this planet, about this universe. The brain is like a dry sponge of the long-arid earth, frantically absorbing the rain and dew.

He browsed faster and faster, and finally couldn't see the screen clearly, which led to a thought, did he remember it? After some verification, he found that he did remember, as if there was a box in his mind to put these contents in, just take them out and use them.

In the face of a large amount of information, this absorption speed is still too slow, so he simply uses a flipping program to browse. From the initial one page per second to dozens of pages per second, I found that I didn't remember the content, but there was an impression left in my mind.

This led him to study the effects of the unconscious, and eventually developed his own imprint theory, as expounded in The Origin of Everything.

If the message is sent out at high speed, the recipient will not be aware of it, but the subconscious will react. For example, if words such as "disgusting" and "disgusting" are mixed into the film of a normal movie, people will feel strongly disgusted. If words such as "like" and "happy" are mixed in the same film, most people will receive rave reviews afterwards.

They don't know that the information that has been implied has influenced them, that all responses are induced responses, and that all decisions are induced decisions.

The imprint of the brain after receiving stimulation is forever, and once awakened, it is as clear as ever. However, the human brain has a very limited capacity, just like a small hard disk, it needs to be formatted frequently to install new content, and some less important information will be automatically covered up in the process. Therefore, if the imprint is not deepened, it is easy to forget, just as the dream will be forgotten at an alarming rate if you wake up in a dream and do not recall.

Imprints are all the experiences that life accumulates, and they will always be there.

Believe it or not, it's there.

It's up to you to wake up.

The more than 2,000 games of chess played by Man Jianghong on the Chinese chess network were a test of the results of the imprint experiment.

He has a strong ability to do logical calculations, but he has no time to delve into the theory of opening, middle game, and endgame, and absorb the crystallization of the wisdom of countless chess players for thousands of years, so he collects a large number of chess games and plays them quickly on the computer screen. Every time the "reception" comes to an end, I close my eyes and concentrate on entering the state of non-thinking and non-thinking of the nameless formula, so as not to let the information I have just received be polluted by interference and covered by new traces of the outside world.

In half a year, he rose from a rookie to a general at the level of chess network, and entered the ranks of network masters, which preliminarily proved that the experiment was successful and the assumption was correct.

Tonight's 500 games are controlled at 10 pages per second, which is his best acceptance speed, and if it is too fast, the effect will also be affected.

A game of chess averages two pages, and after a cycle of just one hundred seconds, he senses that something is wrong.

Again, the feeling of uneasiness became clearer and stronger, as if something was targeting.

In the imprint experiment, the person is in an ethereal state that seems to be looking at what he is not thinking, so although his eyes are wide, he does not know what is happening on the screen and what is happening in the outside world.

But he feels that a living "thing" is observing him through the screen, not the symbolic "staring" method of being targeted by hackers, but a living "thing" looking at you face-to-face, but you can't see it.

He has not been afraid of ghosts and gods since he was a child, and he is not afraid that there will be a female ghost with a cloak of hair to crawl out of the computer screen, but he is naturally irritable with a shadow in his heart, so he took a glass of juice and walked to the balcony, and saw that the grass outside was smooth and soft, and the flowers were secretly fragrant, and he was blown by the cool night breeze, and he immediately sobered up a lot.

Sitting back down in front of the computer, he took a deep breath and clicked on the game loop with his mouse. Unlike in the past, this time I gave up the impression experiment and focused on the screen.

Sure enough, in addition to the chaos created by the rapidly flipping chess game, something moved in the lower right corner of the screen.

It was a small, chubby, cute penguin, a web instant messaging logo.

Man Jianghong can be 100% sure that he has not activated QQ, and he has not even applied for a QQ number.

However, the little penguin did move.

Instead of flashing and flashing to show that the information was received, he walked to the core of the chaotic chess game that was churning in the center of the screen, reclined down and propped up his head to look at Man Jianghong, and blew a bubble boringly during the process.

As soon as the game stopped, the screen froze, and the little penguin remained in the lower right corner, as if it had never moved.

But Man Jianghong knew that he was not dazzled, the little penguin not only moved, but also walked a long way, and the original position was blank when it walked.

Zi Buyu was confused, he grew up in a Confucian environment. There is no shortage of strange legends of elves on the shore of Dongting Lake, but he has never seen them. Rhubarb and Heigu are indeed very powerful, but they are not spirits. As spirits, you have to speak people, they can't.

What the hell is going on now? He was curious.

The game began to loop again, this time with the keyboard he activated, and he moved the mouse over the penguin icon, completely out of a childlike innocence. He was sixteen years old, and according to the custom of men entering women, he was only seventeen, which was not very old.

I'm telling you to make trouble!

The little penguin moved again, seemingly laboriously moving away from the mouse pressed on his body, crossing his waist and puffing out his cheeks, looking very angry. Man Jianghong found that it actually had a bow tied on its head, which was not what a standard QQ looked like.

This time, instead of moving to the center of the screen, it pointed with its hand, and the tumbling game immediately stopped.

In the next instant, all background-vista vanishes, and only a penguin grows larger on the pure blue screen.

After Man Jianghong was startled, he always felt that this scene was very familiar, and remembered a passage.

The Buddha was born, seven steps on his own, one pointing to the sky, the other pointing to the ground, making a lion's roar, saying: Heaven and earth, I am the only one.

At this moment, the penguin's small body exudes such momentum.

A powerful aura that looks at the world, swallows **, and dominates the Eight Desolations comes out through the screen.

The camera above the computer flashes red and turns on automatically.