Chen Feng had anticipated Yu Mengying's reaction.

In a sense, the book "Feng Lei" did "uglify" his image.

The world regards the ancient philosopher Chen Feng as a saint-like totem, and also as the insurmountable peak of human wisdom from ancient times to the present. He is a god-like existence.

But if his great contribution is "stolen" from his dreams, although this does not diminish his achievements and cannot deny his efforts, his talent has slipped from god to human, no longer so lofty, more down-to-earth, and more approachable.

But most people in the world cannot accept this.

Since Yu Mengying's research on "The Crisis of the Compound Eyes" is so profound, she must be my brain... a die-hard fan.

Angry, that's right.

Chen Feng put his hand down and pressed it, "Be patient, that's why I said that the author of this book only knows part of it, but not the other part. Have you ever thought that the so-called dream of the ancient philosopher Chen Feng is actually a thousand years later in a parallel world?"

Yu Mengying: "Huh? What do you mean?"

Chen Feng played a trick here to avoid getting into the dilemma of proving himself.

This time everyone's ideas are so deeply rooted, and there is no battlefield for him to show his skills. He is too lazy to play logical thinking with the world, so it is natural that he can be tortured to death.

"Think about it again. What if you combine the three media, the movie and the game of "Feng Lei" and "The Crisis of the Compound Eyes", together? Do you think the logic of this story is smooth?"

Yu Mengying thought for a long time, "You mean, the sage did not dream, but really went to the future after the parallel world, and then obtained those knowledge, and then reflected on the 21st century? And the sage really experienced the end of the world? And he also tried five times as described in "Feng Lei"?"

Chen Feng smiled and said, "You understand."

"No...no...impossible, you are kidding. Even if you use parallel universes to circumvent the time paradox, parallel universes do not exist."

Chen Feng asked, "Science can disprove it. Can we say for sure that parallel universes do not exist?"

Yu Mengying: "But it cannot prove that parallel universes exist!"

"Okay, then let's assume that this story is not true. But since others can write "Feng Lei" to describe the life of the ancient philosopher, why can't we create a new story that fits the background of "Feng Lei" and can reverse the image of the ancient philosopher?"

"Think about it, an ordinary person, constantly going to the end of the world, constantly dying in battle, and then returning to the 21st century, trying to change the tragedy of destruction in a parallel universe with his own efforts. Even if his talent is no longer so stunning, is his unyielding spirit of resistance more worthy of praise? Then has the pessimism conveyed in your story found another carrier to rely on?"

"The sages in the story were all unfortunately like that, but he could still hold on. Shouldn't we learn more from his spirit instead of worshipping his talent? Can such a story save some people who have fallen into the lost city? And can it also awaken more people in the external environment who are content with their fate and just want to be a good screw?"

Chen Feng talked a lot.

Yu Mengying was silent and stared at Chen Feng for a long time.

For a moment, she felt that Chen Feng was talking about himself.

Tens of thousands of people in the Ares Research Institute had the same opinion.

Although Chen Feng was telling someone else's story, his tone, heartbeat, micro-expressions, and blood circulation all seemed to be explaining another sentence.

"I am him."

These words were not spoken by Chen Feng himself, but read from him by others.

The taste is different.

Chen Feng played a trick here.

The same thing, when spoken directly from someone else's mouth, may be difficult to convince people.

But if you figured it out yourself, the simple yet complex process of self-persuasion begins.

Yu Mengying was tired of playing dumb puzzles with Chen Feng in order to cooperate with the God of War Project, and asked directly: "So, Captain Chen, what do you mean? What do you want to express?"

Chen Feng smiled and asked back, "You have always been immersed in writing stories based on the cosmic wisdom you have obtained. Now I share the cosmic wisdom I have obtained with you. Then we will tell a good story again. According to what I said, recreate a story that meets the needs of the times, which can analyze the enemy, inspire people, and turn the deified sage Chen Feng into a mortal with broader learning significance."

"It is meaningless to deify great men. Deification means transcendence and irreproducibility. People are always human and cannot imitate gods. But great men do not want to be worshipped by future generations, but only want to be learned by future generations. Becoming a role model for future generations to learn from is the greatest contribution that great men can make to civilization after their death." "

When future generations built huge statues in every city, pushed ancient great men onto the altar, and distinguished him from his people, they actually deviated from the original intention of the great men. Therefore, we should not explore whether the story is true or not, it is not important. Didn't you say it yourself? We are just storytellers. We think our stories are useful to the times, and we don't need to care about the truth or falsehood."

Yu Mengying swallowed secretly.

He was serious.

He really wanted to pull the ancient sage down from the altar!

Yu Mengying never thought that someone in the world would say such a heretical thing.

If it were another time or another person, she would definitely call the police on the spot and quickly arrest this person and send him to the military court.

But Chen Feng happened to have the same name and a face exactly like the sage, and was chosen by the God of War Project as the most likely successor to the mission of the second sage.

"But...but this may cause unknown consequences, and even cause a huge riot."

Yu Mengying was shaken and said slowly.

Chen Feng suddenly got angry, "What a joke! He has been dead for nine hundred years! What's the point of blindly worshipping a long-dead god! No matter how many statues we build for him, can his statues jump up to help us chop down invaders? Is it useful to visit his museum every day?" "If

human civilization wants to control its own destiny and break through the cage of the universe, we should not rely on the ancient gods of thousands of years ago, but on all the warriors who are still training day and night today, all the scientific researchers who are always on duty, and all the workers who are fighting at their respective workstations!"

"If a miracle is necessary to save humanity, it must not be Chen Feng thousands of years ago, but the entire civilization formed by everyone alive today. Only the power of all mankind is the real divine power!"

"When the war breaks out, it is not the ancient gods who rush up to fight, but us warriors! And all the compatriots who work for the warriors! What is chaos? What is the point of pulling out the worship of God? What I want is to tell everyone clearly that if humans want to worship, they should worship themselves who fight all their lives like the sage Chen Feng!"

Ding!

Yu Mengying received the execution evaluation of the God of War Plan.

SSS level!

The staff of the God of War Research Institute burst into tears.

Although Captain Chen Feng's words were extremely unorthodox, in a sense, he was awakened.

This is the leadership consciousness that everyone wants.

No one could have imagined that the execution of the God of War plan would be so smooth.

In just one day, Captain Chen Feng found a way to ignite people's hearts and elevate the fighting spirit of civilization to the next stage.

Pull down the god-like sage from the altar!

Replace the admiration for God with the thinking of advocating human beings!

It turns out that we were really wrong.

He did get the hint from the sage.

Is this what the sage expected before he died?

Another hope arose in the hearts of the staff of the God of War Research Institute.

Although he is not the reincarnation of the sage, it would be great if he could really get the deeper care of the cosmic wisdom he said!

Three days later, Chen Feng, who had an extended vacation, appeared in the suburbs of Lost City No. 1 with Yu Mengying and their team.

As the first Lost City to be built, No. 1 is the largest, covering an area of ​​about 300 square kilometers, with a total population of 17 million.

From a distance, this Lost City looks no different from an ordinary city, with tall buildings standing tall and full of modern technology.

However, there are far fewer pedestrians flying around the city than in an ordinary city, and it looks a bit deserted and lonely.

Yu Mengying: "Captain Chen, after you go in, be careful not to talk to people easily."

"Why?"

"The people in this city... are a bit evil."

Chen Feng: "Oh? You say that? Didn't many people fall in after watching your show?"

"My work is only responsible for guidance, and my original intention is also positive, but everyone's perspective on things will always be different. How their thinking will develop afterwards is beyond my control. I don't actually want to send anyone in."

Chen Feng smiled, "The diversity of human hearts is not that mysterious."

The team of about a hundred people entered the city and met many people along the way.

These people don't look scary, even ordinary, everyone is smiling, and they don't have nothing to do all day.

Some people still hold portable industrial control remote terminals in their hands, monitoring and debugging some artificial intelligence parameters on the assembly line at any time.

There are also people whose three-dimensional projections are continuously broadcasting various complex formulas. His fingers and eyes are changing rapidly, and the knowledge points in front of him are being digested by him.

Chen Feng only glanced at it and exclaimed inwardly that it was amazing. He must be a doctor.

There are really many people like this.

After staying in the hotel, Chen Feng wondered: "It's called the Lost City, but why do I feel that these people are quite motivated?"

Yu Mengying: "That's because it's still daytime now. You will know when the sun sets."

Chen Feng still didn't believe it and ran out alone first.

He came to the street park he had just passed by, and the gray-haired doctor was still there.

Chen Feng walked over, "Hello."

The white-haired doctor looked up and smiled at him, "Hello."

After saying that, the man immediately returned his gaze to the projection in front of him.

Chen Feng glanced at it, but found that the academic paper in front of the man seemed familiar.

It was actually about the deduction of the method of activating particle bombs, and it had been deduced to the stage of special frequency fluctuations. It was just that the specific frequency and details had not been calculated yet, but the overall direction was correct.

Short sound, ultra-high frequency, ultra-short wavelength...

The calculated frequency changes have shown a clear pattern, and it seems to be going in the same direction as the sound in Chen Feng's memory.

Chen Feng was very pleased that people of this era could achieve such a level.

But he was also very helpless. With the short ultra-frequency sound in his mind, he knew very well that no matter how hard the doctor in front of him tried or how talented he was, he would not succeed.

Because the details of the short ultra-frequency sound actually had no rules at all. No matter how complicated the rules of human beings were, they were wrong from the beginning.

"What are you doing?"

"Friend, don't bother me. I'm only one step away from success."

The researcher looked back at Chen Feng and said firmly.

"Oh, okay."

Chen Feng got up and left.

He then had a few simple exchanges with many people.

When they first started talking, these people were very normal, but once they were involved in the difficulties that trapped them, these people would inexplicably become extremely stubborn.

Chen Feng returned to the hotel with nothing to show for it.

Now he understood what Yu Mengying meant by evil nature.

After talking for a while, it seemed that he was also going to get stuck in a dead end.

The sky was getting darker, the sun was setting, and the temporary theater outside was about to be completed.

Chen Feng had dinner in his room, walked out, and ran into Yu Mengying on the balcony looking at the sunset.

She turned around and smiled

. "It's about to begin." As soon as she finished speaking,

the sun suddenly set.

The next second, indescribably sad cries rang out in the Lost City.

The simultaneous rumbling sounds were like muffled thunder, one after another, continuous, like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

Many people rushed to the streets like crazy, and started fighting as soon as they met, and their attacks were very cruel.

White healing robots swarmed out in the sky, putting out fires everywhere.

The city atmosphere that looked ordinary during the day suddenly turned into a torn horror painting.

Yu Mengying said, "It's like this every night. After a day of work without any sense of accomplishment, they have to cry and fight like this to vent their depression."

Chen Feng was silent for a long time.

He didn't despise these people.

Take the scholar who studied short ultra-frequency sounds as an example. He said that he was only one step away from success, but in fact he knew very well in his heart that there was no hope.

It's just that his lifelong ambition is here and he refuses to give up.

Maybe in this person's mind, giving up now means denying the value of his life.

The situations of other people are similar, and each has its own dilemma.

Chen Feng began to think about why these people have become like this.

At 7:30 in the evening, the crying gradually stopped, the fighting gradually ceased, and the residents of the Lost City returned to their own lives after releasing their depression.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, he was the only one left in the hotel, and everyone else went to the temporary theater.

The performance team had its own security system, so there was no need for Chen Feng, an elite warrior, to step in.

People walked out of their rooms one after another and flew to the suburbs, and many people came from other lost cities.

Among the people, Yu Mengying is still very popular.

Chen Feng did not go out. He lay in the room thinking. He wanted to find the root cause of these people falling into the Lost City.