After Charles put down the phone, he closed his eyes and focused, and in an instant, his brain waves spread out, lighter than the wind and faster than the light.

In Charles's field of vision, in a vast white space, there are countless voices echoing, and the voices that continue to come slowly materialize into one figure after another, more and more figures fall to the ground, and Charles stares at all this in mid-air.

Immediately after, this space of consciousness began to expand, more people appeared in the white world, Charles deliberately controlled the area to expand in one direction, he thought that he would be like he read other people's memories before, looking for a person named Schiller Rodriguez among the countless figures on the ground.

But when Charles's brain waves expanded to the Manhattan area, in the boundless, empty and silent world of consciousness, a giant tower appeared in his field of vision.

Charles had never seen such a magnificent building in this world.

When Charles turned on his powers, under the material and real world, there was a layer of inner world that belonged to consciousness and thinking, which was the white space he saw now.

In this space, the mind of all intelligent beings is like a grain of sand, and Charles is like a child running by the beach, turning shells out of the sand.

Whenever he wants to use his mind-reading ability to read a person's mind, that person will become a shell on the beach, and he needs to find this person's mind through consciousness scanning, and then connect with him, so that he can achieve the so-called "mind reading".

But now, as Charles gazed at the majestic Tower of Babel in front of him, he felt like a whale stranded on the sand, not only many times larger than the usual sand and shells, but also more alive than them, with a mesmerizing vitality.

Charles embodied himself in the space of consciousness, and then walked towards the tower, and when he came to the tower, he found that it was all more real and shocking than what he saw in the distance.

It was a tall gray tower, with some Roman architectural bricks, some oriental patterns on the walls, and an arched gate like a giant mouth of the abyss, every texture on which was clearly visible.

Charles walked over, knocked on the door, and with a "squeak", the heavy door opened a crack, and to Charles's expectation, there was a doctor in a white coat with a medical record in his hand, who smiled and said, "Hello, Professor Charles, I'm Schiller, Schiller Rodriguez." ”

"Hello, Professor Rodriguez."

Charles looked up at the door frame of the gate, which was carved with many intricate patterns, many of which he didn't recognize, and he exclaimed, "I didn't expect that we met in this way, which really surprised me......"

"Come in, Professor Charles, and we'll talk inside." Schiller pushed the door open a little, and Charles entered, and just after entering, there was a somewhat dark corridor, with wall lamps hanging on the walls, and the lights and figures were intertwined, which seemed mysterious and hazy.

After walking for about ten meters, a circular fountain square appeared in front of Charles, but what was more attractive than that was the layered floors above him.

As far as Charles' eye could see, there were circles of corridors and countless staircases that spread upwards, and there seemed to be many figures coming and going, and the entire interior of the tower was like a busy world, making Charles dizzy.

Schiller led the way, and the two of them walked up a staircase on the side of the wall, and as they walked up, Schiller introduced: "As you can see, this is my temple of mind, and I know you're coming here to talk to me, so I'll meet you here in advance." ”

"I hope you don't get me wrong, Professor Schiller, I don't mean to snoop into your heart, it's just that my legs and feet are not very convenient, and I can't get the S.H.I.E.L.D. people into our school, so I can only communicate with you in this way......"

"It's okay, I don't care, because there are often uninvited guests who don't knock on the door here, and I always have to spend a lot of effort dealing with them, and I'm grateful that you can come in through the main entrance."

I don't know why, Charles always felt that the intruders in Schiller's mouth would not end well, and he also heard a hint of warning from Schiller's words.

Continuing to walk up with Schiller, Charles saw that there were many Schillers coming and going in the hallway, one of them, Schiller, who was wearing a long trench coat and holding a black umbrella, passed by Charles, and Charles heard him talking on the phone.

“…… That green-haired madman passed? So what floor is he on now? He went up to the 6th floor in one go? …… Well, I'll go to the elevator manager later......"

"What? Elevator maintenance? How is it maintained again? Every time I take a vacation, the elevator is maintained, which doesn't make sense at all......"

Charles looked back at Schiller, who had a somewhat different temperament, and was hit on the shoulder again, and he saw a globe head nodding at him and saying, "I'm sorry." ”

Then Schiller, who had the head of the globe, also walked past Charles, followed by Schiller, who was in a suit, and walked over quickly with a briefcase, and Schiller, who was in a tracksuit, jogged over......

Just around a corner, a square-shaped Schiller chased after his cylindrical head, then grabbed his head with a C-shaped hand, mounted it on his shoulder like a building block, and reached out to turn his head, making a creaking sound of parts rubbing.

Charles's head kept turning, looking at the people passing by him, and the Schiller who showed him the way in front of him explained: "Sorry, it's a bit crowded here, because the elevator is maintained, everyone can only take the stairs......"

Charles opened his mouth to ask something, and just then, Schiller stopped in front of a door and said, "Here we are." ”

With that, he pulled out the key, opened the door, and walked inside, there was a slightly sci-fi-style reception room, with white floor tiles and ceilings, wall lamps that emitted a faint cold light, metal tables and chairs, and on the largest wall of the room, there was a projection that constantly played images.

After Schiller walked in, he turned around and handed the key to Charles, and he said, "Professor Charles, we may need to communicate frequently in the coming period, so I have built you a reception room in my temple of thinking, and this is the key. ”

"As long as you touch the key in the consciousness space, you can be teleported directly to this room, and you don't need to go through the main door anymore."

Then Schiller reached out and pointed to a button on the wall and said, "This is the pager, if you press it, I'll come and talk to you." ”

"The reason why I set this up is because I'm usually busy, and I may not sense you coming, so as long as you ring the bell, I will appear."

When he got here, Charles was not in a hurry, he walked into the room and sat down on the sofa.

But apparently, he was a little uncomfortable with the sci-fi style of the hard couch, he looked left and right, Schiller saw his expression, snapped his fingers, and in an instant, the decoration in the room all receded, and then changed back to another style.

The white walls have been transformed into warm siding and wallpaper, large soft sofas have fallen, warm carpets have been laid on the floor, and the projectors on the walls have been turned into fireplaces, and a wine rack has been placed next to them.

The décor of this English manor house made Charles feel more at ease, saying, "Sorry, I'm a bit old-school, and that new style is a bit ......"

"Actually, I'm the same, but I don't know what style you like, I thought mutants would like that kind of tech style more."

"Maybe the kids in my school are going to scream when they come to this room, but I think it's more reassuring to have an earthy style."

Schiller took a bottle of wine from the wine shelf, then walked to the sofa and sat down, he opened two glasses, poured a glass of wine for Charles and himself, Charles picked up the wine glass, looked at the clear wine inside, and asked Schiller: "You should also be a psychic person, right?" Are you a mutant? ”

"I'm just a normal guy, Professor Charles."

Charles shook his head, making it clear that he didn't believe Schiller's words at all, but Schiller said: "Professor, I think you should also have a very in-depth study of psychology, I don't know if you have heard of the theory of 'temple of thinking'."

"Temple of Thinking? Are you referring to the Thinking Palace Memory Method? I've heard of it, but my research direction has nothing to do with it, you mean to say it's caused by the thinking palace mnemonics? ”

Charles looked up and looked around at everything in the room, everything here was really a little overdone.

"That's true, but I don't want to deceive you, I admit that a theory alone is not enough to create such a real world of thought, and I do have some special abilities for the mind, but they are really not worth mentioning compared to your psychic abilities."

Charles seemed a little silent, he didn't want to get to the bottom of it, but fell into thought.

"You know what? Professor Schiller? You really surprised me. Charles looked at Schiller and said, "I was amazed not only by how magnificent you can make your conscious world, but more importantly, I saw a new possibility......"

"That's what I invited you to be here for." As if he knew what Charles was going to say, Schiller took a sip of his wine, then put down his glass and said to Charles, "I have heard that you are the most powerful psychic in the world, and you have great power like no other. ”

"At the same time, I have also heard of your noble character, and you are unwilling to use this powerful power to rule the world, nor will you allow anyone to use this power to do bad things, please forgive me for not being able to express my admiration for this noble character in concrete words."

"But as a psychologist who has also studied this area, I have always believed that this ability can not only be used for destruction, but also for creation, right?"

Charles touched the transparent coffee table in front of him with his fingers, the cold touch of the glass made him more sober, he nodded and said: "I also agree with your statement, I once had the idea of creating my own conscious world, and I thought about doing things there that I couldn't achieve......"

"But I'm not sure if it's a good thing to be overly obsessed with my dreams. After all, no matter how real a dream is, it is still a dream, and even if the dream makes me feel happy and happy, when I return to the real world, the dilemma still exists. ”

"Well, you're actually feeling a little guilty about having your dreams alone, aren't you?" Schiller asked Charles.

"That's right, in fact, I know that I can create a virtual world in my own consciousness space, where I can do all the things that I can't do in the real world, just like now, in the real world, I can't walk on my legs, but here I can ......"

"But if I indulge in the beauty of dreams, who will save the more unfortunate in reality?"

"Professor Charles, I have a lot of admiration for your sense of responsibility, but in fact, dreams can do much more than that......"

"Have you ever thought about making dreams come true?"

Charles frowned, and Schiller continued: "Or is a dream still a dream when it is already real enough to be the same as reality?" ”

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