"Only three left..."
Ji Yongxing felt that this development was somewhat unreasonable. Whether from the perspective of continued division or the perspective of the original four spiritual bodies, there was something that could not be explained, unless...
"Excuse me, when you destroyed the newborn consciousness, did they already have a name?"
Arthur quickly figured out the deep meaning of Ji Yongxing's words. He thought about the communication with the mycelium will and said:
"When I communicated with Him, He referred to Himself as 'we', but did not mention His name."
Ji Yongxing rubbed his chin subconsciously and said:
"According to the myth, the names of the three goddesses of fate just happen to correspond to the three consciousnesses. This also means that the mycelium does not want to continue to divide, otherwise the name would no longer be appropriate."
"But does the number three have any special meaning?"
Wang Xiao suddenly asked.
“Indeed, there is.”
Arthur thought for a moment and replied:
“No matter which branch of civilization in the old era, the number ‘three’ has a special meaning.
"Logically, 'one' represents the origin, 'two' represents the opposite, and 'three' represents everything else.
"In addition to the three goddesses of fate, 'three' also means the foundation and beginning of all things.
“Perhaps those conscious entities combined the memories of many humans and finally anchored their self-cognition on this number.”
The two nodded and fell into thought. After a while, Accountant Yongxing suddenly asked:
"Can we kill one of the mycelial consciousnesses and throw the remaining two into chaos?"
Wang Xiao also nodded, and it was obvious that he was more interested in fighting than before.
Lin Qingliu shook his head:
"Generally speaking, it is unlikely. Even if we completely eliminate an area covered by hyphae, the remaining part will divide again.
"If three consciousnesses are the limit of the mycelium's ability to think independently, then any operation that breaks this balance will trigger a powerful counterattack from Him.
"But there is a solution... If we can find the location of the human brain matrix again, we can start the decapitation operation directly, and I can also participate."
The clinic fell silent again. Lin Qingliu did not say anything final, because it was an indisputable fact that the mycelium will still needed the human brain to perform calculations.
Ji Yongxing and Wang Xiao also began to think about the possibility of a decapitation plan.
The second part of this plan actually has no problem at all, it just requires sending out a team of super-powered people who can resist the erosion.
But the really difficult part lies in the first step, which is how to find the current brain matrix of the mycelial will.
While the two were lost in thought, Lin Qingliu was also thinking about a problem.
He actually couldn't understand why the Mycelial Will did not choose to develop in the technology tree after obtaining so many human memories, but instead always held on to its own evolution and imitation abilities.
He didn't even dare to imagine the scene where the strange beasts, driven by mycelium, dug mountains, mined mines, and smelted steel, and then put on iron armor to charge at Hope City. If they could really do this, this isolated city would have been destroyed long ago.
This may be a blind spot that the mycelium will has not yet thought of, so Lin Qingliu did not share his guess with anyone.
If this person's brain is unfortunately captured by mycelium in a future battle, then an idea in this regard may cause the mycelium, which is already evolving explosively, to develop explosively again.
Then there will be no hope for humans.
Keeping this question in his heart, Lin Qingliu explained it to the two of them and then left the institute.
There are still many things to be dealt with at the spire. He has now become a true weightlifting champion and must be cautious enough in dealing with any matter.
In the clinic, Ji Yongxing looked at Wang Xiao:
"Do you feel any changes in your body?"
Wang Xiao stretched out his hands, and under his gaze, the surface of his hands gradually became rough, as if a thick layer of bark had grown on them.
He clenched his hands into fists and collided them twice in the air, making a dull sound like hard wooden sticks hitting each other.
There seemed to be a gleam of curiosity in Ji Yongxing's eyes. He looked at Wang Xiao and said with a smile:
"You'd better stay here for a while. I have several plans that require your cooperation, especially the individual combat exoskeleton that Mr. Arthur mentioned before. Moreover, I am not familiar with this..."
He looked at Wang Xiao's changed hands, and the other party immediately understood and said:
"distortion."
"Yes, I am also very interested in this kind of distorted ability. Studying this seems to give me some unexpected gains..."
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The cleaner on Factory 2nd Road No. 16 in the eastern part of the outer city district is called Liu Xiaoheng, who is nearly 40 years old this year.
When he was young, everyone called him Xiaoheng. When he got older, everyone called him Daheng. In recent years, more and more acquaintances have started calling him Laoheng.
This nickname made many people think that his actual surname was Heng, but Liu Xiaoheng himself did not care about it. He just worked happily every day and then returned to his home where he lived alone.
In the past two months, his life has changed a little bit.
This is actually nonsense, because everyone living in Hope City has encountered sudden changes in the past two or three months, the only difference is whether they are big or small.
Some people had the purge team knock on their doors in the middle of the night, and a few days later a new family moved into their home.
Some people were taken away on their way to work during the day, and after returning they seemed like a different person, cautious and prudent.
Some people received a large amount of compensation and also saw an increase in their treatment.
Liu Xiaoheng belongs to the last category.
He had actually only been doing this street sweeping job for about five or six years. Before that he was a member of the outer city defense force.
Later, due to health problems, I was unable to keep up with the training, so I got this job.
This is all thanks to the deceased General Wencheng, otherwise Liu Xiaoheng would probably still be standing guard on the city wall.
It's not that he didn't want to. He dreamed of returning to the city defense army and dying in an extremely brutal battle. Unfortunately, his body no longer allowed him to do so. Staying there would only cause trouble for the young people.
So now, without any family, he is doing this kind of repetitive but solid work, and his life is pretty good. In addition, some time ago someone returned a sum of compensation that they had swallowed up, which made his life even better.
The only bad thing is that General Wencheng died.
Although several months have passed and most people in Hope City can tell the whole story, for Liu Xiaoheng, who has indeed received favors from the other party, this incident is still a bit sad.
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