Bai Lian walked in front, and Qiao Du followed behind her.

The dirty dog followed them, and when they crossed the street, they waited where they were, watching them leave.

Qiao Du waved his hand at it, and walked quickly to the position next to Bai Lian.

"You don't have to do that, I don't remember tomorrow anyway."

Bai Lian glanced at Qiao Duan beside him and said softly.

"Whether it's what they do, or what you do, it's not going to be tomorrow, so there's no need."

"That's not necessarily, those girls are estimated to have been educated by me today, and they should weigh it before they want to bully you again tomorrow."

Qiao Du replied without thinking.

Bai Lian stopped.

She gave Qiao Du a deep look, and finally sighed again.

"Whatever you want."

Qiao Du followed, and then spoke.

"And I have a strong sense of justice, I will definitely draw a knife to help when I see injustice, and I am also very resentful, I will take revenge, people live in the world, if you can't have revenge, there is revenge, what is the difference between it and char siu!"

Bai Lian did not respond to Qiao Dui's words.

The two returned to the editorial office.

The vocal training class next door is in session, and the slightly immature children's voices sing songs written decades ago, and the sound insulation here is not very good, and the chorus becomes the natural background music.

"Let's swing the oars and the boat push the waves......"

Zhou Mingke was sitting in front of the computer typing on the keyboard.

Bai Lian obediently sat in front of a desk without a computer, took out textbooks and homework from his schoolbag, and did his homework seriously.

A flying insect landed on Bai Lian's homework book, and the girl stared at the insect and didn't wave her hand to drive it away.

"You're afraid of bugs?"

Qiao Du asked.

"I hate bugs."

Bai Lian didn't look away, as if the next moment he looked away, the worm would burrow into his mouth.

"Just get rid of it?"

Qiao Du urged for a long time.

“......”

Bai Lian was silent, only puffing out his cheeks slightly.

"It's okay, people always have some bad memories, I used to eat swill in a mental hospital for several days."

Seeing this, Qiao Twilight stretched out her hand to drive the bugs away from the homework book.

Bai Lian exhaled lightly and continued to do his homework.

"Can you remember what you're learning?"

He was curious again.

Since Bai Lian's memory is reset every day, the content of yesterday's class must have been forgotten after listening, how to do homework?

"I can't remember."

Bai Lian replied seriously.

Jotwilight glanced at her workbook.

Dense, all red crosses.

Beautiful, behaves strangely, and has bad grades, Bai Lian seems to have gathered several necessary conditions for being bullied in school.

"Then why do you want to go to school?"

Qiao Du was puzzled.

Bai Lian was silent for a moment, she raised her hand and lifted the sleeve of her left hand slightly, revealing the white and tender skin underneath, as well as the words written with a pen on it, which were difficult to wash off.

[Go to school well! 】

This text is obvious, Bai Lian can see it as soon as he wakes up, it must be very important.

"Actually, I didn't go to school either."

Qiao Du suddenly felt a little regretful, he was born in a mental hospital in his life, and he had never felt the beauty of school.

"It's also a kind of 'anchoring.'"

On the side, Zhou Mingke's chair, which had stopped tapping on the keyboard, leaned back slightly and looked this way.

"You've heard Su Hong say before, we are all Chosen Ones, and we are all people who have been polluted by knowledge from the abyss of a foreign land, and everyone's sanity will be affected to some extent, so it is very important to find an anchor point."

She picked up the cup and blew on it, the steaming white mist of coffee obscuring her expression.

"When the power is overused, or when it is immersed in chaotic cognition for a long time, it takes something ordinary and ordinary to keep oneself human, and for Bai Lian, going to school is a means to anchor oneself in reality."

"I see."

Qiao Du nodded in agreement, a little curious.

"What's your anchor point, boss?"

He glanced at the computer screen, could it be that spraying people on the Internet is Zhou Mingke's anchor point?

"It's time for you to get in touch with our main business."

Zhou Mingke moved her chair and motioned for Qiao Du to look at her computer screen.

It doesn't really rely on the squirting to anchor your own humanity, right?

Qiao Du took a look and found that Zhou Mingke was coding words in the document, and the content was a supernatural story, called "Black Tai Sui".

To summarize simply, it is a story of a gambler who was fooled into digging up Tai Sui and selling it to the old man to cheat money, and finally found that this strange thing was dug up from the corpse of a person who had eaten Tai Sui and died, and finally his whole family became a wriggling monster because of eating Tai Sui.

There is quite a kind of simple view of good and evil in the world.

Although the text is plain, it has a faint eerie atmosphere and a sense of reality, as if this is what is happening around us.

"What kind of business is this?"

Qiao Du was curious.

I saw Zhou Mingke send this article to a public forum, and some people in this forum will write some supernatural stories on weekdays.

Not long after it was posted, there was a reply to the post, most of which were some praises, and some raised the bar and said that it was boring, but Zhou Mingke didn't care.

"It's also a kind of anchoring."

She didn't look at the post again, but turned to look at Qiao Dui, Zhou Mingke was still wearing a white shirt that highlighted her figure today, and the three braids fell down to her side, forming a somewhat dangerous hairstyle.

"When we complete the Chosen One, or encounter an anomaly in reality, we can anchor the anomaly in this way."

"But does that count as spreading knowledge and pollution?"

Qiao Wei felt strange, Su Hong said before that these anomalies are pollution, and the relevant information is also pollution, so didn't Zhou Mingke's behavior let more people know about these extraordinary things and caused pollution?

"Of course, that's what we're for."

Zhou Mingke bowed.

"Are we actually a villain organization?"

Qiao Twilight blurted out.

"What are you thinking?"

Zhou Mingke chuckled lightly and then explained.

"Beings in the abyss will instinctively drag the people in the upper layers to reduce their depth, but their power is limited, have you ever thought that if they have to drag and pull a lot of people in the upper layers?"

“...... It won't move. ”

Qiao Du was stunned.

"That's right, it's one of the three ways we handle exceptions, and it's the most common way, and you can call it cognitive anchoring."

Zhou Mingke glanced at Bai Lian, who was seriously writing his homework, and continued.

"The more we release the information of the anomaly in some way and turn it into folk tales, urban legends, and the more people who know about these stories, the stronger the power to anchor the anomaly."

"In this case, the increase in the depth of the masses is insignificant, but the anomaly rises as a result, the depth decreases, the power of pollution decreases, and in short, it becomes less 'anomalous', perhaps a wonderful event with a little bit of metaphysics."

Hearing Zhou Mingke's words, Qiao Wei thought for a while.

There is a kind of afterthought.

"So, some urban legends are not fictional, but those anomalies are formed after being cognitively anchored?"

"That's right."

Zhou Mingke picked up the steaming coffee and blew lightly, she seemed to be very satisfied with Qiao Dui's reaction.

"More than urban legends, to be precise."

Qiao Du frowned slightly.

He quickly remembered the books he had seen in the psychiatric hospital before, which were obviously clumsy novels, but the bright red words in his vision told him that they were non-fiction.

According to what Qiao Du has seen so far, this bright red text hints at truth to a certain extent, so the content in that novel should also be true and a kind of anchoring.

So expand that further.

Urban legends are anomalously cognitively anchored, but what about the others?

Myths, legends, strange tales, these stories that transcend the ordinary, have they been anchored for a long time, and finally precipitated into what they are today?

"Okay, you can also create an account and turn all the anomalies you encounter into stories and spread them."

Zhou Mingke asked Qiao Du to explore by herself.

"Oh."

Qiao Du sat back in front of the computer and opened the tree hole net.

Looking at his account, he originally wanted to change his name directly, but he felt that now that the Internet is so developed, wouldn't it be embarrassing for others to open the box along the network cable.

I re-registered one.

This time there was no duplicate name, and Qiao Duan quickly established a new Tree Hole account.

【Science Exploration Bot】