"Not bad." Ye Dongming said calmly, "The way human beings communicate has not changed - language, words. Even in the era of intelligence, it is still based on these two points, but it is just 'intelligent'. ”

"Language and writing can also be counted as a mode of 'thinking'?" Yang Baiwen said hesitantly.

"No," Ye Dongming directly denied, "For 'thinking', language and writing are too low-level and have no meaning to exist." ”

Yang Baiwen was shocked and wanted to refute it, but he couldn't find the right words.

In Ye Dongming's view, this is a kind of acquiescence.

Thinking, in human cognition, is the process of the human brain generalizing and indirectly responding to things with the help of language. Thinking is based on perception and transcends the boundaries of perception. Thinking in the usual sense, involves all cognition. However, exploring and discovering the internal essential connections of things is an advanced stage of the cognitive process.

"The 'thinking' I am talking about here is not the kind of human cognition, and even the highest stage of cognition that human beings call it cannot be compared with it, but only a manifestation of its lowest level."

Yang Baiwen wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Ye Dongming.

"Professor Yang, I know my point of view is cruel, you want to say the importance of words and language." Ye Dongming continued, "Yes, it is undeniable that they have played an immeasurable role in human development. However, for 'thinking', this is true. ”

"Do you want to talk to me about its origins?"

After saying this, Ye Dongming looked directly at the stunned old man in front of him.

Yang Baiwen's mood at this time can no longer be described as "shock", but a complex emotion mixed with shock, doubt, doubt, and fear.

At this moment, the "deep" contemplation that had appeared just now reappeared, and this time, he was noticeably calmer.

Yang Baiwen no longer resisted, no longer shouted, and no longer wanted to grasp something, allowing himself to slowly fall into the "abyss". At this time, it is no longer fear that sweeps the whole body, but relaxation and curiosity.

The silent feeling of fear did not appear......

Far into the depths, that light reappeared.

This time, he naturally opened his eyes and silently watched the change of the light.

It goes from far to near, from dark to bright, from blurry to dazzling. When the beam of light appeared in front of him, he realized that he was completely in it.

At the moment, his mind was calm.

However, after a while, Yang Baiwen realized that he was not in it, but completely integrated into it.

He is one of those lights, an invisible being.

Without the restraints of the physical body, his mind began to be active, he could clearly see the movement of the light, and he could truly feel the energy consumed when the light moved.

How clear is it?

It's like you're running!

This feeling is like being on the beach by the sea, and it is like swimming in the stars of the Hanhai Sea. It is not only a contrast to reality, but also an existence that is detached from reality.

It's amazing!

When Yang Baiwen felt it with all his heart, the light in front of him gradually gathered and slowly formed a beam, emitting an incomparably dazzling light.

Strangely, however, his eyes were not afraid of this light, but looked directly at its changes.

When this light exerts its maximum light, it transforms into countless filamentous forms in an instant.

Yang Baiwen dared to conclude that this filamentous form was definitely not visible to his naked eye, because each filament was clearly written with two characters - ancient Egyptian.

The meaning of the translation was very familiar to him, and he immediately understood the meaning of all this.

That word is still - thinking.

When Yang Baiwen "woke up", it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

At this moment, he was lying on his stomach in front of the table, his legs were a little numb, and he was covered with a thin blanket.

"Why did I fall asleep?"

It was his first reaction when he woke up.

"Where did Ye Dongming go?"

This is his second question.

Yang Baiwen got up and poured a glass of water, recalling what happened before he "fell asleep", and he could clearly remember every detail of the discussion with Ye Dongming, including his reaction at the time.

However, I was vague about my "contemplation" state, and I only remembered that there was a light that finally turned into two words.

"What are those two words?" Yang Baiwen muttered to himself.

Just as he put down the glass, he saw the piece of paper with the ancient Egyptian written on it, and a sentence neatly written under the leaping characters: You are the one who has been chosen to assist the mind.

There is an underline below the word "you", which is very thick, and it seems that it has been crossed more than once. And the word "thinking" is in double quotation marks, which is also bolded.

Yang Baiwen remembered those two words: thinking.

This sentence seems familiar, where have you heard it? Yes, Ye Dongming said it, and this sentence was probably left by him.

He couldn't help but wonder, what did "you" and "thinking" mean? Why embody?

Does "you" mean me?

And what about "thinking"?

In his understanding, thinking is a high-level cognitive activity possessed by human beings, and it is a series of complex mental operations that carry out input information and knowledge and experience stored in the brain.

Is there a deeper meaning?

"Yes!" A "voice" sounded in his head.

Yang Baiwen thought that he had misheard, and silently stared at the line of words.

"It doesn't come out of nowhere." The "voice" sounded again.

This time, Yang Baiwen "listened" really, to be precise, "perceived" the existence of this voice.

A wave of panic swept through his body, and he thought he was having auditory hallucinations.

Yang Baiwen involuntarily held his breath, wanting to "perceive" the voice again, but after a while, nothing happened.

However, when he stared at Ye Dongming's translated sentence again, he was pulled into another place as if he was out of his body.

This place, a lot of space, as far as the eye can see.

However, just after he blinked, he realized that it was a room with a cylindrical space.

The room was very high, and there was no ceiling at a glance. However, the circular walls did not enclose the city, and he could clearly see what was on the walls.

Bookshelf.

The circular walls around it are lined with bookshelves, and the shelves are densely packed with books, like a giant beehive.

At this moment, the bookshelf actually "moved", and the words "book classification" passed in front of his eyes. It was very fast, but he could still see clearly.

Aerospace, Biology, Medical, Military, History, Languages......

At first, Yang Baiwen thought that the "bookshelf" was moving, but he didn't expect that it was his body moving, as if flying. However, it is very light and does not seem to have any weight.

In the end, he stopped at the "language" section - at the moment he was thinking about his profession.

It's strange that what comes to mind comes to mind.

Then, at a very fast speed, he "flew" into the bookshelf, went straight to the "translation", and finally stopped in front of the "ancient Egyptian".

At this moment, his body stopped in mid-air, but the bookshelf in front of him was still "flying" towards him.

It was the bookshelf that was moving.

"What's wrong with me, where is this, why are there so many bookshelves?"

Yang Baiwen kept asking himself......

The first thing that came to his mind was the library, and only a library could have so many books. However, there seems to be no other library in the coalition government that is so large and so "smart".

Intelligence, that's his definition of this "library".

However, something even more wonderful happened.

In the "Ancient Egyptian" column, one picture after another rushed out of it and rushed directly into Yang Baiwen's brain—let's think so.

Then he knew the whole history of the development of the "ancient Egyptian language......

Yang Baiwen was extremely excited, because he saw a missing piece in human history, and at the same time he felt extremely frightened, because this history was manipulated by "others"!

It's not so much manipulation as "transplantation", yes, that's the word.

It was a strange and tall creature with a distinct letter "X" on it. "They" come to Earth frequently in certain eras, leaving traces each time.

"They" ship seems to be very advanced, landing on the pyramid, next to the word "Djoser" written in ancient Egyptian, and next to "Djoser" is another name - Imhotep.

This is the end of this historical picture, and then to modern history......

Yang Baiwen looked at the picture of "flying" in, and thought about the history just now.

In the records, the Step Pyramid is the tomb of King Djoser of the Third Dynasty of Ancient Egypt, and it is also the earliest pyramid in Egypt. And its designer was none other than the man named Imhotep, who was called the "God of Wisdom" and achieved a position second only to King Zolser......

All the fragments are put together, time has not forgotten anything, and history has witnessed everything after all.

"Aliens have been on Earth since the time of the reign of "Zolser", and they have been watching humanity. ”

This is the most appalling conclusion that Yang Baiwen has reached.

In the end, the whole "screening" freezes on one frame.

It was a bright room, and an old man stood tiredly at the table, holding a piece of paper in his hand, silently thinking about something.

Yang Baiwen is very familiar with this scene, because the person who meditates is himself!

From his current perspective, the room was like a window, binding an old man in his old age. Also, the glass on the windows is not transparent, and you can see the inside from the outside, but you can't see the outside from the inside.

Yes, the human condition is like this, confined to a dilapidated hut with a window, but not the outside world. And his every move is watched by "others".

So are humans bound by themselves, or are they being manipulated by "others"?

Is the Earth, just a speck of dust in the vastness of the Milky Way, or a waste abandoned by the Creator?