"Why are the words she just wrote gone?"
"Why can we see the diary just now, but we can't see what Gu Xingmiao wrote? What is it that we can't see?"
"Didn't you notice? We could still see the host writing, but when she finished and put down her pen, the words disappeared!"
"Didn't 001 say that understanding text requires stable mental strength? Could it be that the texts written by Gu Xingmiao also require stable mental strength?" The netizen who said this also upgraded his level to level one after he finished speaking.
Himself: “?!!”
And these days, people in China have already figured it out a little.
One of the ways to improve your level is enlightenment.
When you are the first person to explore the truth, you can get a corresponding level of improvement -
The famous linguist who had appeared in the barrage before and the blogger named Li Shuyao were the ones who increased their levels the fastest. Both of them were at level three or four, which made other players suspect that they had super brains.
Why are their guesses always so accurate?
Other researchers: “…”
If it weren't for confidentiality considerations, they might really choose to rush forward and speak for themselves.
You can speak using your real name.
They have been working in a confidential unit and hiding their identities. It is not appropriate for them to reveal their identities in the current situation, so they can only give the opportunity to answer questions to colleagues with visible identities.
For example, the exposed linguist, or a certain internet celebrity with a national salary, they need to charge into battle.
Qin Ye and others are also still selecting suitable candidates to be exposed in order to unlock new functions as soon as possible.
...It's so weird.
Gu Xingmiao looked carefully at the words he had written, and soon felt unbearable pain in his eyes.
The words in front of my eyes not only overlapped and jumped, but also had distorted double images. Small floating dots like fireflies jumped on the words and crawled over each word.
Gu Xingmiao blinked slowly.
But she clearly saw a gray-black substance attached to the words, covering them tightly.
Those tiny, floating beings seem to be preventing humans from exploring the truth.
It was clearly the text she wrote herself, but she couldn't even take a second look at it.
Twisted, expanded.
The lines of the characters were moving rapidly and chaotically. The fragmented characters seemed to have grown strange sharp tentacles, breaking down into a relief-like meticulous painting. As she stared at the words—
The abyss was also staring at her from behind.
“What the hell?!”
"What the hell, what the hell, the anchor, look behind you, the anchor, look behind you!!!"
"Host, look behind you, there's something behind you, what is that?"
Before, the live broadcast system had not switched over the scene behind Gu Xingmiao, but this time, when the live broadcast system switched over, everyone let out a sharp explosion.
They clearly saw that with Gu Xingmiao as the center——
A strange black shadow twisted out from behind her, crawling on the ground, seeping upwards at a low frequency like a bug in a mosaic, and a translucent black liquid stuck to the floor wetly.
When Gu Xingmiao stood up, the surging black became fanatical.
Small black dots were floating in the air. The next second, those black lights as big as fireflies grew countless black eyeballs, all approaching Gu Xingmiao.
Regarding recording the old texts, she still had some things she wanted to ask 001 in person, because Gu Xingmiao always felt that the other party was somewhat avoiding discussing this topic on the computer.
She touched her swollen eyelids and found that her eyeballs, which should have been extremely soft, had become extremely hard.
…It’s definitely increased intraocular pressure.
She slammed the paper on the table with a look of despair.
Not watching anymore.
My eyes hurt from looking at it.
The moment she pressed the paper, the black eyes behind her seemed to become a little grayer, and the densely packed eyeballs became dull.
Gu Xingmiao held the paper further away, and after her eyes felt relieved, the distortion and shadows behind her curled up in the corner, no longer revealing any greed.
If even the Chinese characters you write are smeared and covered, then doesn't that mean the text is inherently encrypted? In the modern world, this is the best way to keep secrets.
The essence of her writing down the story is to let more people know about Chinese culture.
What is the current situation?
After thinking about it, Gu Xingmiao was a little skeptical and decided to try it again.
But this time she planned to write something different.
Um……
As a liberal arts student, Gu Xingmiao is not naturally good at science, but in order to test whether numbers would also be affected, she still wrote down the questions that were obviously easy for elementary school students to solve.
【1+1=__】
She kept her pen on the paper for a long time.
When she lifted the pen, that spot had already turned slightly black.
"What is the anchor doing? Is he trying to solve a math problem?"
"One plus one equals two, right? What's the point of writing about that? It's a waste of paper."
"Since the anchor asked this question, it must be true that one plus one does not equal two!"
"This is definitely equal to two. The future world should be more scientific."
Gu Xingmiao stared at the paper without blinking.
But she saw with her own eyes countless twisted black lines, like spores exploding and emitting countless black dots. The black dots were wrapped in darkness, pieced together into curves bit by bit, trying to fit the number completely.
When Gu Xingmiao saw the text above clearly, he clearly found that the blank space was being quickly filled in.
Everyone knows that 1+1 equals 2.
But the contamination on the paper had completely blacked out the first two numbers, and a symbol that Gu Xingmiao was very familiar with was written behind the equal sign.
That turned out to be a question mark.
False proposition.
1+1=?
The huge waves in her heart beat against the shore of her heart. Gu Xingmiao stood up and stared at the formula she had written -!
Pollution is engulfing, even giving a silent answer through words.
It's a question.
What is the question about pollution?
If we speak in the human scientific sense, matter determines will.
Then, people discover will by observing the laws of things; that is to say, human beings themselves deify matter into a lie that cannot exist through self-imagination.
People think that the sun brings light because it shines when they see the sun bringing light; they know that water flows because they see the river flowing.
But in the mythological system, the sun is the sun because the three-legged golden crow is the sun, the water is peaceful because there is a sea god; the sky rains and lightning because the gods can control the spiritual power of heaven and earth.
These are two completely different systems!
But pollution still hides the message in the numbers.
Gu Xingmiao suddenly fell back into his seat, seemingly muttering to himself, "... Turns out, everything the philosophy teacher said in class was true."
Mathematics truly hides the ultimate mysteries of the world.
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