Chapter 35: Preparing for Death, New Discoveries in Cocooning (Please Collect and Recommend)

"According to the agreement, after proving that 'I' will not die if I enter the gray fog space, I can temporarily deduce the result - if I die if I enter the mysterious space, I will not really die."

In the laboratory, Bai Mo was talking to himself.

In his mind, different Baimo from all over the world were communicating with each other.

——Entering the mysterious space, if there is no real death, then I and people from other worlds can start to explore this.

This is not surprising.

When death in the mysterious space does not mean death in the true sense, then a few people also have a preliminary exploration of the reason.

As long as you won't die if you enter, then cooperation is okay if we can't enter the mysterious space and annex the rest of the world in reverse.

As long as the prerequisites are met, neither party has the means to kill the other, and at the same time there is something they want from each other, then cooperation is the inevitable result.

Thinking about the current situation, Bai Mo tapped his fingers on the table in front of him.

"My current progress is slowly advancing. Japan's eight Sheqi families have already begun to make contact, so the next step is to figure it out slowly."

It is not difficult to rescue Eriki.

The difficult part is not how to rescue her from Genji Heavy Industries of the Sheqi Hachi Family, but how to do it reasonably.

That is to give Eri Yi a suitable excuse to escape from the Japanese theater full of conspiracies, and at the same time, the person who arranged everything cannot catch the traces of Bai Mo.

Little devil, what exactly is his form?

Bai Mo thought of this and began to think about the appearance described in the original work.

At the end of Long San, he seems to be a fictional character created by Lu Mingfei's imagination.

But in fact, in Ryuji's description of Chicago, the little devil has a real body.

This is very contradictory.

"Can consciousness and matter be converted into each other?"

Bai Mo thought about this question and kept making guesses in his mind.

It seems that there is such a technology, those dragon kings are cocooned, their spirits leave the dragon body after being killed, and they come back to life again. This seems to be the transformation of spirit and matter.

However, it is also possible that everything about the little devil was Lu Mingfei's fantasy. What he saw and experienced was just like Lu Mingfei's own words of "don't die", and belonged to his own actions.

After deducing several possibilities, Bai Mo, who had no way to prove it, suppressed the problem and began to think about new problems.

"According to the transaction content I proposed, I will die once after my daily foaming death. Therefore, I need to make a 'Philosopher's Stone' for resurrection."

Naturally, this would not be the Philosopher's Stone, the solidified product of the spirit of the fifth element, as the mixed race calls it.

The Philosopher's Stone that Bai Mo envisioned was the elixir that could revive the dead as described in the alchemy classics in history.

Squinting his eyes, Bai Mo switched visions.

In Qihe Huangquan, Japan, the action began.

The process is quick.

Find a gangster, plant a spiritual seed on these knocked out gangsters one by one, and then search their memories to retrieve the contents.

After Bai Mo followed the clues, all the gangsters in this neighborhood were caught.

These people are at the bottom of society and are the cornerstone of the Sheqi Eight Family's unquestionable shadow throne.

"Okay." Qi clapped her hands. With her physical fitness and skills, it was easy to take down the underworld composed of these ordinary people.

"Let's get started, try to imprint my probability on them, leaving a cocoon of recovery." Flicking his fingers, Qi closed her eyes and began to operate the elements.

Just like the original Adam Project, the self is imprinted in the memories of these people. Even if the individual Baimo who maintains the connection dies, these scattered kites can still be combined to reassemble "Baimo".

"Ah-ah...ah~" wailing in confusion.

The gangster, who was tightly trapped with a rope after being put down by Bai Fo, was wailing ferociously in pain because of his mental breakdown.

In his conscious world, Bai Mo's thoughts, ideas, and even ideological ways of thinking were like a plague, corrupting his personality.

One person and another took half a step out of the boundary in the meaning of human beings and tried to share memories with monsters who crossed the restricted area. He only lasted three minutes before he fell into a complete coma.

"Consciousness seems to have collapsed." Qi said to himself.

The thread connecting him, Experimental Subject No. 1, told Qi that in his way of thinking, the thought trend was Bai Mo's self.

Experimental Subject No. 1 has been completely swallowed up by Bai Fo.

"It shouldn't be. It's obvious that a lot of content has been compressed, so it's impossible for him to come into contact with my relevant concepts in the true sense."

Qi was a little confused.

In the previous experiments, those who were implanted with the spirit all lived a normal life. These people live their own lives peacefully without being disturbed at all.

But now, it seems that as long as he injects his own logical concept of "white foam" and other relevant information, he will spontaneously complete his understanding and outline the appearance of white foam after self-thinking in his mind.

It's like drawing to complete the complete look based on some clues of the picture.

"Can I only inject the small part of the information that has been removed and the brain will not diverge to imagine "me"?"

Qi Synchronized Huangquan's experiment, but the result was also a failure.

After several attempts, no matter how weakened they were in the process, as long as they could understand the meaning behind these words and see "Bai Mo", the ideology of these people would involuntarily slide in the direction of losing control.

After a pause, after eating more than 20 consciousnesses in a row, Bai Mo touched his chin and thought about the reasons.

These consciousnesses seem to have one thing in common.

-- That is, they can outline the appearance of "me" in their own consciousness according to the relevant information I transmitted to them.

"It seems that as long as they approach my direction, their original personality, self-awareness, ideas, and even personal character will move towards me."

"Can't surpass me, so become me?" Bai Mo asked himself, and he didn't know what the answer was.

But this is indeed a very absurd phenomenon.

Humans are social animals. They have discovered a better self. As long as their behavioral habits and so on are carried out in the way, they can become better.

If you want to become the boss, you only need to follow this or that step. The so-called boss is a piece of cake.

People who are tempted by these desires naturally become Bai Mo.

Facing the relevant information transmitted by Bai Mo, he opened his heart without hesitation and decided from the bottom of his heart that he should do so.

"Faith?" He scattered his thoughts and searched from the novels that he remembered in his memory.

Bai Mo can roughly summarize this phenomenon with relevant words.

When facing the relevant information (words, texts) transmitted by higher-level beings with superior ideology than humans, he will gradually approach the higher-level beings and unconsciously become a similar spiritual logic method of the higher-level beings.

"Change to a language that they can't understand?"

The experiment requires more data, and the relevant theories cannot be achieved by relying on just a few people.

Bai Mo flicked his fingers, shuffled the languages ​​in the Conan world, and instilled more than ten completely different languages ​​into the brains of these people.

This time, Bai Mo discovered a different phenomenon from before.