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Chapter 29 029. In fact, I never went to school
Bai Lian walked in front, and Qiao Mu followed behind her.

The dirty dog ​​followed them, waited until they crossed the street, and watched them leave.

Qiao Mu waved towards it and quickly walked to the position beside Bai Lian.

"You don't have to do those things, anyway, I won't remember tomorrow."

Bai Lian glanced at Qiao Mu beside him, and said softly.

"Whether it's what they did or what you did, it won't be left until tomorrow, so there's no need."

"That's not necessarily true. Those girls must have been taught a lesson by me today. They should think twice before bullying you again tomorrow."

Qiao Mu answered without thinking.

Bai Lian stopped.

She took a deep look at Qiao Mu, and finally sighed again.

"Do whatever you want."

Qiao Mu followed and spoke again.

"Besides, I am a person with a strong sense of justice. When I see injustice, I will definitely draw my sword to help. I also hold grudges very much. People live in this world. If you can't have revenge, if you have grievances, then what is the difference with char siew!"

Bai Lian did not respond to Qiao Mu's words.

The two returned to the editorial office.

The vocal training class next door is in session, and the slightly immature voices of children are singing songs written decades ago. The sound insulation here is not very good, so chorus has become a natural background music.

"Let us swing our oars, and the boat pushes the waves"

Zhou Mingke was sitting in front of the computer typing on the keyboard.

Bai Lian obediently sat in front of a desk without a computer, took out textbooks and homework from his schoolbag, and worked hard on the homework.

A flying insect landed on Bai Lian's homework book. The girl stared at the insect, but did not wave her hand to drive it away.

"Are you afraid of bugs?"

Qiao Mu asked.

"I hate bugs."

Bai Lian didn't look away, as if the bug would get into his mouth the next moment he looked away.

"Would it be better to drive it away?"

Qiao Mu hurriedly urged.

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Bai Lian remained silent, only puffing up his cheeks slightly.

"It's okay. People always have some bad memories. I used to eat swill for several days in a mental hospital."

Seeing this, Qiao Mu stretched out his hand to drive away the bugs on the homework book.

Bai Lian let out a breath and continued doing his homework.

"Can you remember what you learned?"

He was curious again.

Since Bai Lian's memory is reset every day, he must have forgotten the content of yesterday's class. How can he do his homework?
"Can't remember."

Bai Lian replied seriously.

Qiao Mu glanced at her exercise book.

Densely packed with red crosses all over.

Beautiful, with weird behaviors and bad grades, Bai Lian seems to have gathered the necessary conditions to be bullied in school.

"Then why do you go to school?"

Qiao Mu was puzzled.

Bai Lian was silent for a moment, she raised her hand, and slightly opened the sleeve of her left hand, revealing the white and tender skin underneath, as well as the hard-to-wash words written with a pen on it.

【Go to school well! 】

This text is very obvious, Bai Lian can see it as soon as he wakes up, it must be very important.

"Actually, I didn't go to school either."

Qiao Mu suddenly felt a little regretful. He had been in a mental hospital since birth and had never experienced the beauty of school.

"This is also considered an 'anchoring'."

On the side, Zhou Mingke, who stopped typing on the keyboard, leaned back in his chair slightly and looked this way.

"You heard Su Hong say it before. We are all chosen by God, and we are all people who have been contaminated by knowledge from the alien abyss. Everyone's sanity will be affected to some extent, so it is very important to find an anchor point."

She picked up the cup and took a sip. The steaming coffee was filled with white mist, covering her expression.

"When the power is overused, or when you are immersed in chaotic cognition for a long time, you need some ordinary things to keep yourself human. For Bai Lian, going to school is a means to anchor yourself in reality."

"I see."

Qiao Mu nodded in agreement and was a little curious.

"So boss, what is your anchor point?"

He glanced at the computer screen. Could it be Zhou Mingke's anchor point that he talked to people online?
"Just in time, it's time for you to get in touch with our main business."

Zhou Mingke moved his chair and motioned Qiao Mu to look at her computer screen.

Doesn’t he really rely on confrontation to anchor his own humanity?

Qiao Mu took a look and found that Zhou Mingke was coding in the document. The content was a supernatural story called "Black Tai Sui".

In a nutshell, a gambler was fooled into digging up Tai Sui and selling it to the elderly to cheat money, and finally found that this strange thing was dug out from the corpses of people who died after eating Tai Sui, and finally his whole family died because of eating Tai Sui. Turn into a creepy monster story.

There is quite a simple view of good and evil in this world.

Although the text in it is plain, it reveals a faintly weird atmosphere and a sense of reality, as if this is what happened around me.

"What kind of business is this?"

Qiao Mu was curious.

I saw that Zhou Mingke sent this article to a public forum, and some people in this forum usually write some supernatural stories.

Not long after posting, there were replies to the post, most of which were positive comments, and some were insulting and boring, Zhou Mingke didn't care.

“It’s also an anchor.”

She didn't look at the post anymore, but turned to look at Qiao Mu. Zhou Mingke was still wearing a white shirt that accentuated her figure today, with three braids hanging down her side, forming a somewhat dangerous hairstyle.

"When we complete the mission of the Chosen One, or encounter an anomaly in reality, we can anchor the anomaly in this way."

"But does this count as dissemination of knowledge and pollution?"

Qiao Mu felt strange. Su Hong said before that these anomalies are pollution, and related information is also pollution. So doesn't Zhou Mingke's behavior let more people know about these extraordinary things, causing pollution?
"Of course, that's exactly what we're aiming for."

Zhou Mingke nodded.

"Are we actually a villain organization?"

Qiao Mu blurted out.

"what are you thinking about."

Zhou Mingke chuckled and then explained.

"The beings in the abyss will instinctively drag the people on the upper layer to reduce their depth, but their power is limited. Have you ever thought about what if they want to drag and pull a lot of people on the upper layer? "

"...will not move."

Qiao Mu suddenly realized.

"Yes, this is one of the three ways we handle exceptions, and it is also the most commonly used way. You can also call it [cognitive anchoring]."

Zhou Mingke glanced at Bai Lian, who was doing his homework seriously, and continued.

"We release abnormal information in a certain processed way, and it becomes folk tales and urban legends. The wider these stories spread and the more people know about them, the stronger the power used to anchor the abnormality."

"In this case, the depth of the public increases insignificantly, but the anomaly rises because of it. The depth decreases and the power of pollution also decreases. Simply put, it becomes less 'abnormal' and perhaps becomes something with A bit of metaphysical wonder.”

After hearing Zhou Mingke's statement, Qiao Mu thought for a moment.

There was a kind of hindsight eureka moment.

"So, some urban legends are actually not fictional, but formed after those abnormalities are anchored by cognition?"

"Yes."

Zhou Mingke picked up the steaming coffee and blew on it gently. She seemed to be satisfied with Qiao Mu's reaction.

"To be precise, it's not just urban legends."

Qiao Mu frowned slightly.

He quickly thought of the books he had seen in the mental hospital before. They were obviously poor novels, but the bright red text in his field of vision told him that they were documentary literature.

According to what Qiao Mu has seen so far, the bright red text hints the truth to a certain extent, so the content in that novel should also be true, and it is also a kind of anchor.

So expand this point.

Urban legends are abnormally anchored by cognition, what about others?
Myths, legends, ghost stories, these transcendent stories, have they been anchored for a long time, and finally settled into what they are today?

"Okay, you can also create an account and turn all the anomalies you encounter into stories and spread them."

Zhou Mingke asked Qiao Mu to explore by himself.

"Oh."

Qiao Mu sat back in front of the computer and opened the tree hole net.

Looking at his account, he originally wanted to change his name directly, but he also felt that with the Internet being so developed now, wouldn't it be embarrassing if someone followed the network cable and opened the box for him.

Just registered again.

This time, Qiao Mu didn't meet anyone with the same name, so he quickly set up a brand new account on Shudong.com.

【Scientific exploration bot】

(End of this chapter)