Disease Name Immortal

"Your house is a little messy. Are you sure you can rest here normally..."

Jiang Bingshu began to try to continue talking.

Once again, he suddenly felt that a certain word in his words seemed to be very unfamiliar.

"Huh... what's going on?"

In the beginning, it was the word pathogenicist, as if he had never heard of it, as if the word never existed.

"rest?"

After a full six or seven seconds, Jiang Bingshu recalled.

This time, Jiang Bingshu took five seconds.

The woman was still chattering, speaking a language like an alien.

From Jiang Bingshu's point of view, there is absolutely no logic.

"Faster than last time?"

The words that women want to express are these six words. But when the words came into her mouth—it was a long list of pronunciations that did not belong to any word.

Like some strange language.

Although her illness is somewhat special, it is not surprising.

Compared with Pu Lei's main god, Guan Rui's little turtle is relatively normal, at least a person.

But it's not a disease in the conventional sense.

If her illness can be seen by other people, theoretically no one can recognize her.

That was "Toth", a well-known scholar in the Ordered Era.

In mathematics, physics, chemistry, philosophy, these fields, Toth is not the top, but they are all excellent, especially in the style of behavior, he is very particular about logic and cause and effect.

His most famous work in the Ordered Era is Deconstructing the Logic and Cause and Effect of Things.

To put it simply, a woman with all the objects in this room is placed in an extremely chaotic manner...

She is a woman who has an almost fanatical pursuit of order, cause and effect, and logic.

So much so that her disease turned out to be a character that only existed in the classics.

In the era of sickness, few people have heard the name of Toth.

The diseased "Toth" didn't speak. Because it can't speak yet.

A woman is very aware of her ability to be sick.

"It stands to reason that the closer he gets to me, the more confused his logic will be, but have you seen his eyes?"

"He seems to be competing with me, trying to make up for those logics."

"It's a pity, she looks so good-looking. Intern, please don't come near me again."

Women still talk to themselves.

This time, she said a lot of words in a row, but Jiang Bingshu only heard a few syllables.

He thought the woman said a few short words. He approached the woman again.

Try to put a piece of clothing over the woman, so that the woman will not be naked.

Jiang Bingshu doesn't have any interest in taking advantage of beautiful women.

In the group of car friends, he would also urge the old drivers to hurry up.

But right now, he really doesn't want to think about other things, and he hopes that women can dress more strictly.

Although crazy, but at least decent.

"It's not like the one who delivered the meal last time. And the girls downstairs. He didn't come to bully me."

"But what you can't do, our behavioral logic is not in the same dimension. It's as if I speak normally, but you can't perceive it."

"The disease I have is a disease that makes people unable to 'understand me'. Give it up."

The woman shook her head. She felt that the intern seemed to be fighting against her own disease.

Words, shaking his head, are all preventing Jiang Bingshu from wasting his efforts.

But what Jiang Bingshu heard was that the woman suddenly said a bunch of obscure syllables like a spell.

What I saw was a woman sticking to the wall like a gecko.

When Jiang Bingshu was about to put his clothes over the woman, his hand suddenly stopped.

"Human...do you need to wear clothes? What the **** am I doing?"

Looking at the clothes in his hand, he was a little confused, and even wondered what the function of the clothes was?

What am I wearing clothes for? Should I take it off?

When he got closer to a woman, it was no longer as simple as forgetting a word.

Rather, it is directly unfamiliar to a habit that humans are accustomed to.

This time, Jiang Bingshu stopped for about thirty seconds.

He stood there fixedly, holding the loose garment in his hand.

The woman looked at it all:

"I'm sorry, I've stopped you, but you can't understand my actions and words."

"You are too close to me."

"At this distance, you will become a lunatic without logic and thinking."

Women talk a lot, and this time is different from the last time.

This time, Jiang Bingshu heard about hundreds of syllables.

It was as if she was approaching, and the woman was constantly chanting spells.

This is already an absolutely dangerous distance.

The **** diseased tree under the fluctuation of disease, physical quality and resistance to rules are far stronger than others.

And the disease-free body seems to have some kind of hidden nature.

With the blessing of various abilities, Jiang Bingshu can walk to the woman step by step.

The woman is also very surprised. After the intern has reached this position, he can still show a struggling look instead of completely collapsed.

"It's worth boasting that you are indeed... the person in this world who is most likely to understand me. Go back and don't become a lunatic."

A normal person will probably lose some "concepts" just by getting closer to a woman.

Last time, the staff who delivered the meal saw the beautiful face and figure of the woman.

He is obviously a mental patient, a lunatic who no one can understand, but there is an intellectual aura between his brows.

formed a strong contrast.

This contrast made the staff who delivered the meal aroused.

He thought to himself, there is no surveillance on this floor anyway, she looks so beautiful, it doesn't matter if she touches her in the past.

No one will know.

But after walking a few steps, he suddenly didn't know what the concept of **** was.

When he sees a woman, his mind is full of sex, I want sex, and no one can stop me today.

But just a few steps closer to the woman, he was already in the mode of a great sage.

The inheritance and reproduction of life seems to depend on self-split rather than mating.

No color, no, there is absolutely no color option.

It's like being castrated by spirit.

So he turned and left.

When he went downstairs, it was only the confusion of the concept of numbers that was discovered.

But in the ensuing time, he became more and more broken down.

No one knows how much damage a person's logic can be caused by conflating the numbers 1 and 0.

If 1 and 0 are equal in a person's thinking logic, it is like yes = no, yes = no.

So soon, the employee who delivered rice A from the sick incubator turned into a customer of the sick incubator.

He is not sick, but is regarded as mentally ill. Because his logic, concepts, have been corroded and destroyed.

More like a mental patient than a mental patient.

The diseased **** tree is facing this kind of collapse.

But what's interesting is that his logic is rapidly repairing itself.

It was as if two peerless masters were fighting against each other.

One side attacked and beat the opponent to pieces, but this opponent also showed a powerful life recovery—

The wounds are constantly healing, and the flesh and blood are constantly being reborn.

It's just that wounds have become logic, and flesh and blood have become concepts.

But when he wanted to go further, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind:

[Retreat, now you can't fight against her illness. 】

The **** tree took a step back.

As soon as he retreated, he suddenly woke up, and his whole body was like a sudden realization.

"Clothes...Humans need to wear clothes. Because of their shame, they need to cover some parts. At the same time, they play the role of keeping warm, defending, and beautifying their appearance."

The concept of disappearing came back in an instant, and the woman was surprised when she heard Jiang Bingshu's self-talk.

"This distance, it stands to reason, should be completely corroded, but he was able to... get it back?"

"This is the first time I've seen such a person."

Jiang Xiaosheng, who had already said that he was going offline, suddenly spoke again.

Jiang Bingshu felt that if he continued to move forward at that time, he would definitely encounter some danger.

The danger is not necessarily physical.

[This disease should be Type A1 Crohn's disease.

It is the type of mental illness that is most destructive to the logic of human thinking.

There is a saying that people with this disease will be more able to feel the beauty of logic.

They will be smarter, wiser, and most likely to be the ones who will solve all kinds of world problems.

Most likely, become a lunatic who is more than two steps ahead of the times.

But all this comes at a price, and they can never be understood. Because their actions, words, are encrypted.

This woman may know a lot of answers, but she cannot pass it on to all beings in the world.

Finally... I'm a little sleepy, don't rush in any more. But you can try to communicate with her from a safe distance.

Maybe you can find her only remaining same-dimensional logic. Her illness is a scholar who does not belong to this era. 】

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A wasteland of endless fog.

Jiang Xiaosheng stood on the other side of the broken bridge, with an undisguised tiredness on his face, as if to convey his voice, he exhausted all his strength.

"We still need... to crack more disease areas."

The voice fell, and the scene in his eyes slowly disappeared... The whole person passed out on the ground.

It's like a person who finally collapsed due to exhaustion after a long journey.

His thin body was quickly engulfed by the thick fog.

I don't know how long it will take to wake up from the coma.

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Jiang Bingshu retreated, and he felt a deep sense of guilt in his heart.

"Since Jiang Xiaosheng said he couldn't convey the news, he shouldn't lie to me."

"But just now, he said so much... I don't know if it will have any bad influence."

Jiang Bingshu couldn't say why.

It's just that he had already conceived Mr. Voice as a friend who was very important to him.

Jiang Xiaosheng's forcible appearance... gave Jiang Bingshu a sense of guilt that he had accidentally dragged down his friends because he was too determined to win or lose.

He took a deep breath and refocused:

"The act of taking risks just now is a bit stupid, but it's not without gain."

Jiang Bingshu and the woman kept a relatively safe distance.

This distance did not affect his thinking in any way.

"It's no wonder that Pu Lei said it was garbled. If the symptoms of this disease are incomprehensible, then Pu Lei can't parse her, which is normal."

Pu Lei is programming the world, and he can obtain certain programmer rights.

Now it seems that Pu Lei's programmatic interpretation is in place.

If you get close to a woman, you will be "polluted". In the programmed world, this is indeed a terrible existence like a virus.

"Her disease should be a disease of a domain nature."

"The closer you get to her, the stronger the field effect. A-rank is already very scary, and it's hard to imagine what she will look like when she goes further."

"She can't be understood, but in other words, the more incomprehensible she is, the more I hope someone can understand her."

"But if you have this disease, you will probably realize that you can't be understood by others?"

Then the question is, how should I understand her?

Jiang Bingshu didn't think of the answer for the time being, but he still said directly:

"I can't understand your physical expressions, and I can't understand your language, but I will try to understand your thoughts."

The woman let out a disdainful laugh.

What Jiang Bingshu heard was a strange syllable, and then the woman clapped her hands and twisted her body randomly.

"Do you know that your words are as ridiculous as a primary school student saying with chalk, I want to solve Goldbach's conjecture."

Of course not so exaggerated.

Indeed, there are people in history who can understand the collapse of the disease. It's just that the logic point of the same dimension is different for each celiac disease patient.

The so-called same-dimensional logic is the logic that both of them follow.

such as numbers. language. Body expression.

Everyone knows the meaning of each number, the needs that language can express, and the information conveyed by body.

This is the same dimension.

But women and normal people have almost no same-dimensional logic.

It was as if the woman was shaking her head, but her movements were sticking to the wall.

The woman laughed, which turned into a random clapping.

She obviously only said a few words, but what Jiang Bingshu heard was a long string of words.

Physical expression confusion.

The language is confusing.

Even the numbers are messed up.

The instructions sent by her brain, her body will make random interpretations.

Jiang Bingshu couldn't understand the woman's mockery.

If this is a contest, Jiang Bingshu will lose in the first round.

But he believed that there must be a way to communicate with women.

Even this method can only communicate the simplest information. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Like yes, no.

So Jiang Bingshu thought of a widely circulated stalk - the blinking stalk.

The author of a certain Doomsday Update suddenly added an update. Netizens would ridicule that the author was kidnapped. If the author could not speak, they would blink.

In this stalk, if you can't speak, it means that speaking is no longer a same-dimensional logic, but blinking is still.

Jiang Bingshu raised a finger and began to communicate with the patient:

"I know that your disease is called Penuwei syndrome. It is a disease that can make you smarter."

"Even I think that you get what you want when you have this disease."

This inference is still a bit of guesswork, but since the woman's disease is a scholar.

A scholar who has long since died, then there is reason to suspect that women's thirst for knowledge has reached an unimaginable level.

So much so that the person she wants to see most is not in reality, but only in history.

The woman was even more surprised. What is the origin of this intern?

"So, why don't we make a bet?"

The woman danced a strange dance, like some ancient witchcraft, but each movement had no continuity with the previous one.

In fact, she just nodded, but what kind of reaction her body makes is beyond her control.

Jiang Bingshu said:

"I'll take it as your promise."

"What are you betting on?"

It's another bunch of meaningless pronunciations, not just pronunciations, but also sometimes accompanied by strange movements.

Jiang Bingshu ignored it directly and pretended that he was really talking to a woman:

"Although I don't understand your physical expressions and language."

"But I'll bet that under these conditions, I can ask your name."