"[Cognitive anchoring] is based on using the depth of the masses to neutralize the depth of the anomaly, because of the large number of human beings, the anchoring effect is very strong, anchoring a dangerous anomaly to the level of urban legends, the depth of the masses may drop insignificant, and the people who participate in the anchoring are not the same people every time."

Su Hong took a sip of milk tea and continued.

"So in the beginning, the various organizations were interconnected, anchored a lot of anomalies, and this kind of cooperation has been going on for thousands of years since ancient times, and there is nothing wrong with it."

"But with the development of communication, information is transmitted faster and faster, and an abnormal [cognitive anchoring] usually involves more people, which is a good thing at first, because it means that the risk of anchoring is reduced."

"But later, everyone found out that even if there are so many people, there are many anomalies that need to be anchored, and in the long run, over time, the depth of the public will eventually decline and be dragged into the abyss."

"Therefore, who can use the public to carry out [cognitive anchoring] has become a topic of debate, and in the end, no one can convince anyone, so they can only fight their own battles and use the power of the media to anchor, that is, these movies and games you see."

Bai Lian likes the mustard in the chopped pepper preserved egg, which seems a little strange for such a high school girl, when Su Hong explained and explained, she was constantly eating the mustard and chopped pepper inside.

Su Hong glanced at it, silently pushed the bowl towards Bai Lian, and then continued to speak.

"You can also see that now the entertainment works of the Waste Capital Group are quite popular, and even become pop culture, and they use this to seize more anchors and anchor the anomalies they deal with, so, in the open and in the dark, we are also engaged in related battles."

"Then why did we come to see that Yanka movie?"

Qiao Du ate the last piece of crispy meat.

"Lubyanka, because we have a strategic partnership with them, there will be some exchange of interests, which is why the Chernobyl film will be released so generously."

Su Hong replied.

"Then I'll have to work harder."

Qiao Du couldn't help but say.

"Huh?"

Su Hong didn't know where Qiao Du was going to work harder.

After a few people had eaten, Du Ruo paid with the public account, and they drove Bai Lian back to school.

"If she takes half a day off to watch a movie and goes back in the afternoon, will she be gossiped by others, right?"

Qiao Duan still has a high emotional intelligence, he sat in the co-pilot and said to Su Hong, and glanced at Bai Lian in the back seat.

"I hear you."

Bai Lian was blunt and paused again.

"But it's okay, I don't know why, no one is bothering me now."

"Yay!"

Qiao Du felt that it was the intimidation of those girls that she had made before.

In this way, although Bai Lian didn't know what was going on, he didn't have to get into trouble at school after all.

Du Ruo didn't know when he got out of the car, Qiao Du recalled it, and felt that he had no impression at all.

Su Hong drove back to the editorial office with Qiao Dui.

Zhou Mingke is naturally not here.

When Twilight came to the window, he saw the man standing in the corner of the wall, he said hello, picked up the watering can, and watered the grass in the pot on the windowsill.

Su Hong, who was sitting behind the computer, witnessed all this, he didn't ask Qiao Du who he was greeting, as a seasoned investigator, he knew that curiosity killed cats.

Qiao Du finished his daily routine and sat in front of the computer, he saw that the simple desktop icons were distorted, constituting the system's depressed and crazy text.

[Completion rate of funeral home rules: 61%]

[The completion degree of the old house is happy: 41%]

【Chinese New Year's Eve Completion: 20%】

This is the degree of completion of several stories that his [Ghost] has stored.

During this time, the number of people who used this story scene slowly increased from 53% to 61%, and Qiao Du could feel that her use of this story scene seemed to have improved a little.

He looked left and right, and finally his gaze fell on Su Hong.

“？”

Su Hong noticed Qiao Dui's gaze, and before she could ask a question, she felt that the scenery around her had changed.

Cold, murderous, eerie funeral parlor corridors appeared before his eyes.

And it's not an illusion, it's real.

Whether it's the freezing cold of a freezer or the blazing heat of an incinerator.

Su Hong stretched out his hand to approach the incinerator, feeling as if his fingers were burned, he retracted and found that the skin on that piece was indeed red and swollen, as if it had been burned.

"Stop making a fuss."

Su Hong said.

Suddenly, the scene around him vanished, and he sat upright in front of the computer again.

"Remember to talk about it next time."

Su Hong glanced at Qiao Dui.

"Xiaohong, you really love me."

Qiao Du grinned.

He was able to confirm that he could now drag the scene of the funeral home directly into reality.

Before, Qiao Du could only create corresponding hallucinations, after all, it was just an illusion, if he met a reckless man, or the walking dead, such confusion in consciousness would be difficult to work.

Now, Qiao Du can visualize an entire funeral parlor, and although it only lasts for a few minutes, and it doesn't have any of the anomalous properties in it, it's more than enough to trap enemies.

As for [Old Fang Youxi], it can only be projected into other people's consciousness now, and it seems that if you want to get any specific power from it, you need to at least increase its completion to more than 50%.

"The next step is to increase the completion of the newly acquired story."

Qiao Du thought.

On the one hand, his [ghost] needs to keep spreading the story to improve the degree of completion.

On the other hand, as Su Hong said, the public's anchor needs to rely on movies, games, and other forms of entertainment to snatch it, and if he encounters an anomaly that requires [cognitive anchoring] in the future, his ability will definitely play a great role.

Unlike the previous [Funeral Home Code] and [Old House Youxi], [Chinese New Year's Eve] comes from a foreign land, and it may have a stronger effect against the abnormalities of this world.

Qiao Twilight pondered, maybe when the completion of [Chinese New Year's Eve] reached more than 50%, he could still embody the scene of the red mist, so that everyone could continue to play music and dance.

Opening the document, Qiao Dui closed her eyes.

He saw young students expressing their opinions on the university campus, worrying about the country and the people, and running in this troubled world after graduation, wanting to help the building collapse.

He saw that the warlords were divided, the lives of people were disregarded, the wars were endless, the lives were ruined, and the originally beautiful land was devastated, but no one cleaned up the mountains and rivers.

He watched the red mist spread by unknown gods erode reality, taking away lives and sowing the seeds of pollution and despair.

He saw that the ignorant Tang Xiaomeng was adhering to the legacy of his friends and striving to become a stronger person.

He saw Xia Yi's last look and listened to his last words, the fireworks went off, the New Year came, and the sun rose in the old city as usual.

He saw that no matter in any foreign land or era, there were always some idealists who threw their heads and shed their blood for the sake of all sentient beings.

Opening her eyes, Qiao Twilight tapped on the keyboard with both hands, leaving these stories behind.

"In the winter of the seventy-second year of the old calendar, the wind and rain were shaking."

(End of chapter)