Fist of Imagination

Liang De bit the cigarette between his fingers and took a deep breath. The carefully adjusted internal energy of various colors seeped out from the lungs and slowly mixed with the light blue smoke he inhaled.

He pondered for a moment, opened his mouth and spat out, and a colorful plan of Gray Heron Park appeared in the sky above the blockade area of ​​the Source of Rage.

“I have reliable sources that the starting point of the Blue Star apocalypse is in this park.

“But I searched over and over in the park several times, and I didn’t find anything suspicious.

"After you turned the entire park into ashes just now, I used my warrior spiritual sense to sift through it carefully again, and the result... was still nothing."

Liang De pointed at the colorful map of the park and drew a circle, saying:

"Are there any hidden buildings set up by your Secret Service in the park, such as folding space safe houses?"

He Gongji shook his head and said: "No, all high-level hidden facilities in the ministry need to be covered with holes, so it is impossible to bypass me.

I can conclude that there is no existence in Gray Heron Park..."

He suddenly got stuck when he said this, and there was a hesitant look on his sweaty, fat face.

Wen Zhongsu raised his eyebrows: "Why, is there anyone in the ministry who can do things without telling you or me?"

"That was not what I meant."

He Gongji wiped his sweat and said to Liang De:

"Mr. Liang, back then we wanted to send the source of the exhausted rage somewhere else. At first we wanted to send it to space or overseas, but it didn't move.

"So I want to try a place closer to see if I can relay the teleportation. Even if I can only teleport hundreds of kilometers or dozens of kilometers at a time, I can always send this plague god away if I spend more time.

"Grey Heron Park was once chosen as my destination."

He Gongji raised his hand and pointed to the colorful map of the park floating in the air and said:

"The specific location is the center of the water lily pond, but the transmission was unsuccessful. The source of the angry tide still stopped here, motionless."

Liang De thought for a while and said, "Director He, no matter what passes through the pore you created, can you feel it?"

"It will be all right."

He Gongji said confidently: "I know where every particle of dust in the park just now went."

"Every grain? That's not necessarily the case."

Liang De quickly scratched the back of his head and said:

"You open a new pore and we'll do an experiment."

He Gongji didn't quite understand what he meant, but he still mobilized his extraordinary power to open a square hole of white light on the ground.

"I'm going to drop something into this hole, and if you feel something coming in, tell me right away."

"Okay, shall we start now?" He Gongji nodded.

"It has ended."

Liang De looked at He Gongji who was a little surprised and said:

"In the last 5 milliseconds, I dropped three cerebellar granule cells, about 4 microns in diameter, into the pore, and you didn't notice a thing.

Director He, were you so relaxed when you were young? "

"This, I..." He Gongji tried to organize his words, but his tongue was a little unruly.

"When Lao He was young, his perception was far inferior to what it is now."

Wen Zhongsu sighed: "We are still careless."

Liang De approached Thrip who was still observing the word "anger" and asked in a voice that everyone could hear:

"Old Tie, how big is the size of the fragments split from the source of the rage?"

"No volume, just wait a moment."

Thrip took off the Möbius strip surrounded by paper strips on his tail finger, widened it and gently placed it on the broken word "anger" in his palm.

Through careful observation just now, she has determined that the amount of powder left by the Book of All Things is not large. The small note given to her by the editor can completely contain it, and there is no need to apply for a new container.

Thrips carefully turned the paper ring, making the curved surface with only one surface and one boundary shrink inward, gradually getting closer to the jagged outer edge of the source of anger, and the word "anger" also shrank as the paper ring shrank.

When the paper ring and the word "anger" were only the size of sesame seeds, the signature of the editor-in-chief of the Ying Xuetang Literature and Art Department suddenly appeared on the paper Möbius ring.

"Yu Hai Mao."

These three characters were quickly scattered and put together upside down. Before long, a majestic little man with "Tian" as the head and "Fuck" as the body appeared on the paper.

It held "亅" in its left hand and "犭" in its right hand. It involuntarily hooked the small hole above the word "anger" and pulled it into the paper with a large blank space.

The source of the rage enters the Möbius strip, just like a hamster entering a running wheel. It starts to spin in circles involuntarily. Sometimes when it spins too slowly, it is whipped with a hook by the villain with the signature change of "Yu Haimao", forcing him to speed up. Escape and embark on a road with no end.

Only then did Thrip breathe a sigh of relief. She restored the shrunken Möbius strip to its original shape and put it back on her little finger.

Liang De waited for her to finish all this and saw the steel-blue light in her eyes disappear before asking:

"What does it mean to have no volume? The word 'anger' is just a projection?"

"You can think of it as a two-dimensional object."

"Fool, keep fooling, The Other Side 706 is a three-dimensional world. How can there be two-dimensional objects in a three-dimensional world? You think I am illiterate."

Liang De immediately denied Thrip's statement.

No matter how thin the paper is, it still has thickness. Shadows are optical effects. Planes in the absolute sense only exist in concepts. Even light that seems insubstantial is made of particles.

As long as the basic particles that make up a world are three-dimensional, then two-dimensional objects cannot appear in this world.

In other words, the paper man is also three-dimensional, and it is not that easy to make him two-dimensional!

"I mean it can be seen as two-dimensional, but not really two-dimensional."

"Then what is it exactly? There must be a definition."

Jima looked at Liang De strangely:

"Why must there be a definition?"

"Without a definition, how can we understand it, change it, and use it? Even if the current understanding is not comprehensive, we can first propose a flawed definition and proceed step by step."

"You are so troublesome."

"Normal people will think so."

"Then do you think that internal energy is a wave or a particle?"

"Ah this..."

"Are you a normal person?"

"Ah, this..."

Liang De was stunned again and again, his heart was surging, the four core souls were divided into two groups and debated fiercely, and Lao Liang and Ade were fighting.

"Ade, am I not normal? She should be the one who is abnormal!"

"You are normal, what is normal about you?

"Lao Liang, we and she were taught by the ancient method base of Lu Xuebu. As the inheritor of the ancient method, Ji Ma's way of thinking is normal. It is compulsory education that has misled you!"

"No! Without definition, we cannot know the outside world. Without knowing the outside world, we cannot know ourselves. How can we move forward without knowing the inside and outside? "

"Define, define, define. I ask you, how do you define a beautiful girl!"

"You, what did you say?"

"Dot matrix and data can be beautiful girls, protein and calcium can be beautiful girls, paper, plastic, metal, resin, jade...all can be beautiful girls.

Lao Liang, definition is stupid. What is important is a heart full of love!"

The four cores are in the same frequency, and the soul vibrates.

"I understand!"

The aura on Liang De suddenly changed, and his eyes were as deep as the sea.

The vibration from his martial arts soul was so intense that even the thrips next to him could hear it.

"What did you understand?"

"It turns out that the difference between the second dimension and the third dimension is not so obvious. The virtual network world is also built on three-dimensional entities. The definition of things does not need to be so clear. Electromagnetic waves can also be beautiful girls! "

Jima was confused, so he reached out and knocked on Liang De's forehead, and used his spiritual power to sort out his muddled martial arts soul, so that he could wake up from his crazy state of enlightenment.

Liang De changed his head at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and said as if waking up from a dream: "Did I say anything just now?"

"You said that electromagnetic waves are beautiful girls."

"I understand!"

Why are you still confused? Didn't you sort it out just now?

Jima reached out his hand and was about to hit Liang De again, but he was intercepted and grabbed his hand.

"I mean, I know where the fragments of the source of the rage went."

Du Rirunian's curse, let Wo break it with his own hands!