Chapter 333: The Satisfaction of the Beautiful Doctor, Shiraishi Nagiko's Choice
Hojo Sakura looked at Miura Masami expressionlessly.
Never said a word.
Masami Miura was feeling anxious.
finally.
Hojo Sakura shook her head.
"I refuse," she said calmly.
Miura Masami's heart sank sharply and her whole body felt cold.
"Why? Sakura, what about the justice you seek? Have you forgotten what you said?"
"No reason, I refuse, that's all." Hojo Sakura's tone was very cold.
Masami Miura even forgot how he walked out of Hojo Sakurana's apartment.
She walked down the street with lifeless eyes.
Hojo Sakura's expression of rejection kept replaying in my head.
What should I do? What should I do?
The status, honor, and value that you have worked so hard to obtain will all vanish into nothingness.
Is my life going to collapse like this?
Master, can you save me?
——————
There was silence in the apartment.
The other three people except Furukawa Miu remained silent.
I don't understand what this beautiful doctor is saying.
Cough. Fang Zuo coughed lightly, trying to make his voice sound calm and calm, like a master who has understood everything: "Is that all? Just rely on visualization? Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"
He didn't know whether he could rely on visualization alone, so he could only use his own experience as a monk to ask questions.
"Of course we have to pay attention to a lot of things," said Miu Furukawa.
Fang Zuo nodded.
I know it's not that simple.
"Visualization? What is visualization? Things to pay attention to, for example, you must follow the formula λdB>n1/3. In a broad sense, the wavelength of matter waves must be greater than the distance between particles. This is the most basic. You must pay attention to this, otherwise you will not succeed."
Miu Furukawa talked about this power tool completely forgetting her embarrassment.
The little face was full of seriousness.
It seems as if these are their sacred and inviolable areas.
"What do you mean by visualization? Is it a religious term? I think it's very appropriate. Visualize, visualize." Furukawa Miu repeated, got up, took the yellowed notebook from Sakura Kurumi's hand naturally, and then picked up a pen to write something. While writing, she muttered to herself:
"The religious word 'visualization' is amazing and very appropriate. I was surprised that two bytes were used to explain the neural representation reconstruction, the generation of adversarial neural networks, and the rendering prediction of coding optimization."
After completing the record, Furukawa Miu nodded with satisfaction.
The other three people had already been silenced again.
If you can understand what Dr. Miu Furukawa said before.
That formula just now is simply incomprehensible . I suffered from my lack of knowledge.
Fang Zuo walked forward.
He put his hand on the top of Furukawa Miu's head.
Understand in the way that is most familiar to you.
"What are you doing?" Furukawa Miu nervously hugged the curve of her bare bra with her arms.
Things that are not bound jump very lively.
"Shut up and close your eyes." Fang Zuo shouted.
Miu Furukawa quickly closed her eyes obediently.
Chiba Iori quietly put his head close to Sakura Sora Kurumi's ear and said, "Kurumi-chan, we men are so cool."
"Do you need to tell me that?" Yingkong Kurumi rolled her eyes and was suddenly stunned: "What are you talking about? How did it become yours? Don't talk nonsense!"
"Don't deny it." Chiba Iori showed a contemptuous expression: "What's wrong with lending it to me to play with? Let's play together, why are you so stingy."
This side of Fang Zuo.
A divine thought probed Furukawa Miu's body.
The meridians throughout this woman's body are abnormally wide.
But there is nothing unusual about this.
Nagano Rei also has two meridians, heaven and earth.
At most, it may be a gifted talent.
And in the depression above the quadrigeminal body in the middle of Furukawa Miu's brain, there was indeed a crystal-like gray-red oval body.
It is emitting some strange fluctuations.
Fang Zuo frowned.
This part of the brain is the location of the third eye in both Taoism and Buddhism.
After a cultivator has opened his third eye, this small body in the brain will gradually turn into the shape of an eye.
Then it connects to the veins throughout the body.
Not only can you see through illusions and negative bodies.
You can also practice related supernatural powers such as clairvoyance.
When those ancient great men have cultivated to the extreme, the seal of the third eye will penetrate their bodies and form a third eye on their foreheads.
Look up at the thirty-three heavens, and look down at the underworld Yellow Springs.
And it has endless uses.
It is truly a magical power.
In the ancient times when spiritual energy was abundant, opening the third eye was almost a must for cultivators.
However, looking at the shape of Furukawa Miu's crystal, it doesn't seem to be caused by the opening of the third eye.
Fang Zuo slowly moved his spiritual thoughts closer to the crystal.
The moment of touch.
Furukawa Miu trembled, her face flushed and she stared at Fang Zuo with wide eyes.
Almost moaned.
It was as if someone had touched her most private place.
And the crystal suddenly became unstable.
Fang Zuo didn't dare to force it, and his spiritual thoughts withdrew.
"What are we men doing?" Chiba Iori curiously stretched his head over and asked, "Why does this female doctor seem to have arrived?"
"How should I know?" Sakura Kurumi rolled her eyes.
"Since you have been studying particles for such a long time, what do you think of Yin-Yang magic?" Fang Zuo asked in a way that he was good at: "Or what is spiritual energy? Have you figured it out?"
Japan's Yin-Yang magic comes almost entirely from Taoist and Buddhist techniques.
Although they were all things I learned in the wrong way, at least I had found my own way.
However, the spiritual energy consumed is very low, and most of them are at the Qi Refining level, with a few at the Foundation Establishment level.
In this era, one has to reach this state, and can barely replenish spiritual energy through seclusion.
Since I couldn't understand what this woman said, I should ask questions in the areas I was good at. I believe that even if I didn't understand her answers, I would be able to understand them to some extent.
After taking a deep breath, Miu Furukawa calmed down a little.
But the body couldn't calm down.
His cheeks were flushed and he looked salivating.
The beautiful watery eyes still looked at Fang Zuo with muddy eyes.
In her heart, she had long regarded this man who could control particles as the most shameless person in the world.
They actually used Momentum to do such shameless things.
I broke my laces the last time we met.
This time it's even more excessive.
I almost screamed out loud.
Even spit out a little.
"Aura? All similar things in the world, after my research, are made up of three kinds of basic particles." Furukawa Miu exhaled an extremely hot, moist and charming breath from her red lips and sprayed it on Fang Zuo's face: "Of course, I have to state first that this is based on the extended standard model. It's just my temporary research, and I can't rule out discoveries that I haven't made yet."
"The first category is real-world particles: composed of quarks, leptons, and bosons. This is what Yin-Yang practitioners call spiritual energy.
That is the so-called various elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth.
Can construct most of the objects and energy bodies on this planet.
There are many branches in this category, such as the Boltzmann brain quantum with negative entropy.
This kind of particle is more commonly used by ghosts and onmyojis.
The second category is virtual particles: such as dark matter and massive particles.
Oni, shikigami and souls are things like this. Due to the lack of high-energy instruments, I am unable to conduct in-depth research.
The third category is consciousness particles: such as quantum particles and Majorana fermions.
My brain waves are particles of consciousness.
There is also the so-called religious incense generated by group emotions, which is also used by major religions and also belongs to the particles of consciousness.
The incense that these believers believe in is most likely a type of Majorana fermion.
Fang Zuo thought carefully about Furukawa Miu's words.
Although I still don't understand a lot of the terms, at least I got the general idea.
Suddenly I had a different understanding of this world than that of the monks.
If it weren't for this beautiful doctor, I would have at least reached the Yang Shen realm if I had understood all this.
Fang Zuo stared at Furukawa Miu.
He kept looking her up and down.
No wonder that guy Zhou Yuanyan asked me to have sex with her.
Said she was a top research talent.
There are not many people who even someone as proud as Zhou Yuanyan admires him.
Now it seems that he was not lying. The explanation of these particle systems has already crushed what Zhou Yuanyan had worked so hard to research.
"Why are you looking at me? What do you want to do?" Miyu Furukawa bit her lower lip and looked at the man opposite her vigilantly.
The man's eyes seemed to want to swallow her up,
even though the ecstasy she had just felt seemed to have been chewed up and spit out by him.
"By the way, what were those particles you just touched me with?" Furukawa Miu suddenly remembered this and instantly put those things behind her: "Can you let me study you?"
"It's not impossible for me to give it to you for research." Fang Zuo nodded, turned around and said to Yingkong Hutao, "Leave her to me, I'll take her to see Zhou Yuanyan. You can talk about looking for her after she comes back."
It was not surprising that Yingkong Kurumi saw Fang Zuo and Zhou Yuanyan together in the laboratory last time.
Nod.
Fang Zuo waved his hand and disappeared with Furukawa Miu.
"Walnut sauce" Chiba Iori widened her beautiful eyes and saw the two people disappearing. She rubbed her eyes, opened her red lips and said with an exaggerated expression: "We men are too strong, right? Where did you pick up this psychic?"
"Who told you we..." Yingkong Kurumi turned her head and said, "Tell me about yourself. What about you? What are you going to do?"
"What can I do? It seems that I can't complete Dr. Furukawa's mission." Chiba Iori shrugged his shoulders: "Let other people in the organization give up a few heads."
"Otherwise, I won't be able to report to the government."
"Are you going back to North America?" Yingkong Kurumi said, "Why not stay in Japan? I can protect you."
Chiba Iori just looked at Sakura Sora Kurumi without saying anything.
After a long while, he said, "This is the path I chose. Don't worry about me."
"Don't think I'm bragging. Even if I can't, my man can." Yingkong Kurumi said seriously: "You have to believe me."
"It's our man." Chiba Iori corrected: "I understand. If one day I get tired of it, I will come to you and our man."
"mine!!"
"Don't be so stingy, can you? It's not like you can break it!!"
In the taxi.
Miu Furukawa sat in the back row and looked at Fang Zuo excitedly.
That look seemed to want to swallow Fang Zuo.
"You can actually manipulate virtual particle chains. I have never studied this ability before. I have only seen it in a few religions. How do you do it?"
"It would probably take a million quantum bit arrays to form an Einstein condensate as large as the two of us, and to fold space to achieve apparent superluminal movement, achieving a wormhole-like effect."
"That's amazing. I'm so excited. Why don't you say anything? Say something?"
Miu Furukawa asked questions one after another.
Once she got to the topic of her research, all the fear and embarrassment she had just felt disappeared.
Fang Zuo was too lazy to pay attention to her. He just pretended he didn't hear her and closed his eyes to rest.
The driver in front looked in the rearview mirror and looked at Furukawa Miu as if she were an idiot.
He glanced at Fang Zuo with pity.
Came to the underground laboratory of the University of Tokyo, Japan.
Zhou Yuanyan was surprised to see the two people who suddenly appeared, and immediately gave a wicked smile of understanding.
He asked Fang Zuo to deal with that woman again and again.
He always looks like he doesn't want to bother with anything.
What's the result?
It's time to whip.
Zhou Yuanyan patted Fang Zuo's shoulder and gave him a thumbs up.
"Talk to her." Fang Zuo didn't explain: "I don't understand the nonsense she said."
"But I did understand one thing. This woman is much stronger than you."
Zhou Yuanyan's good mood suddenly became a little bad again.
——————
In a studio in the suburbs of Osaka.
An old voice shouted loudly.
He cursed loudly without any concealment.
"Watch it, don't learn the fucking three-act structure! A real gangster movie is like hara-kiri: not only must the foreplay be graceful, but the intestines must flow out while maintaining an orgasmic expression!" Kitano Takeshi shouted:
"Move, swing your arms, move, haven't you eaten yet? It's better to feed the camera two pounds of Kobe beef than to feed you guys!"
"Look at your robotic arm panning camera. It's even less attractive than the waists of women in a brothel."
“It makes me sick!!!”
"Yes." Several directors and cameramen wiped the sweat from their heads.
The temperature in the studio was already high, and coupled with their anxiety, several staff members were soaked.
They swallowed.
Even though when Takeshi Kitano scolds people, it's so humiliating that it reaches the soul.
but.
This is where you learn the most.
Kitano Takeshi taught them the most valuable experience with his rude words.
only.
That's a bit too harsh.
Just when several people were complaining in their hearts.
A refreshing cool breeze blew over.
In this hot shed.
In an instant, they felt as refreshing as if they had eaten ice watermelon in summer.
Several people turned their heads in surprise.
I don't know where this little guy Yui Oda got the huge blade fan used in the restaurant kitchen from.
Towards my side.
If you want to get this thing, you have to go to the center of Osaka.
She has worked so hard!! This considerate little thing, no wonder everyone likes her! Oda Yui stood next to the huge blade fan and gave everyone a cheering gesture!! Her little face was full of smiles.
"Keep going!! We're risking our expertise!! For ourselves and for Yui!!"
"yes!!!"
Several people roared as if they were excited.
Kitano Takeshi's side suddenly fell into silence.
He stood up from the director's chair and looked at the script in his hand, his anger rising.
These lines of the script adapted by the investors made Takeshi Kitano's old face reveal an expression of extreme anger.
Kitano Takeshi took out his phone and dialed the video call. A white old man in a suit appeared in the video call:
"Hey, I want to know who changed the script? Don't tell me it was Spielberg!!"
"Even if it was him, I'd stick my samurai sword up his ass. He still owes me two bottles of Yamazaki whiskey for Christmas last year!"
"Also, I'm filming a gangster movie, why did you give me a healing black teenager role? Why the hell don't you ask the mafia to celebrate Peppa Pig's birthday?"
"Why do my gangster movies have so many things that men don't act like men?"
"What? There are gender and racial values? I am worth nothing to you, XXX!!!"
Kitano Takeshi cursed loudly, pointed at the script and continued:
“Why were so many Japanese dialect lines deleted completely?”
"Who deleted it? Don't tell me it was the review unit!!"
“My film hasn’t even finished being censored yet, so why is the Japanese dialect being censored?”
“What? ChatGPT optimized? Why didn’t it optimize the entire Showa era?”
The old man on the other side of the video chat responded and then remained silent in response to Takeshi Kitano's scolding.
It was not until Kitano Takeshi paused from venting his anger that he spread his hands and said regretfully:
"I'm sorry, Director Kitano Takeshi, these are the requirements of the investors. Not only you, but all works must be forced to add [Global Value Review AI], and all violent scenes must also be reviewed by AI's emotional analysis."
"Analysis and review?" Kitano Takeshi ripped open his shirt to reveal the bullet scar on his left chest: "I still have a scar here from a stray bullet in the Mishima Yukio incident. Can AI analyze this?"
He grabbed the script and angrily tore it up in front of the camera: "Listen Jim, your so-called value-censoring AI-edited script is more disgusting than hemorrhoids!"
Kitano Takeshi's final roar resounded throughout the studio: "Tell those vultures of the Jewish consortium: Even if you gnaw away the Japanese film industry until only half of its skeleton is left, I, Kitano Takeshi, will crawl into the next century!"
Bang.
The phone in Kitano Takeshi's hand was smashed to the ground.
Fragments all over the ground.
At this time.
A pair of small fists appeared obediently and tapped Kitano Takeshi's tense shoulders.
Kitano Takeshi turned around and smiled kindly at Oda Yui: "Don't worry, Yui, this is why I don't plan to make a movie, but you gave me hope. I will never let those damn Jewish capital insult me and your hard work."
"Remember! Yui, real movies are made with one's life at stake: the money of capital can never buy the souls of all filmmakers."
Oda Yui nodded.
I miss Onii-chan and mom so much Onii-chan will definitely be able to solve these problems.
It's nothing to him.
And at this moment.
Far away in the suburbs of Tokyo.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu was standing in a dilapidated one-family house, frowning.
In his hand he held a diary and a portrait of a member of the Self-Defense Forces.
Behind her were Makihui and the little girl in a suit.
The little girl held onto Ma Feihui's suit tightly and hid behind her.
In front of him was a person kneeling on the ground with his forehead pressed against Shiraishi Nagimitsu's feet.
A woman crying loudly.
"Please redress our injustice!! Councillor Shiraishi!! Please!!"
Shiraishi Nagimitsu had a hunch.
This is a huge mystery.
Once unlocked.
This time we will have to face the forces of the entire Japan.
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
