Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

"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 if we can't each other to enter the mysterious space and annex the rest of the world, then cooperation is okay.

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 is not the philosopher's stone that the mixed race calls, the solidified product of the spirit of the fifth element.

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 start, try to imprint my probability on them, leaving a cocoon of recovery." Flicking his fingers, Qi closed his 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 due to his mental breakdown.

In his conscious world, Bai Mo's ideas, thoughts, 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 completely falling into 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.

"That shouldn't be the case. It's obvious that a lot of content is 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 in a row, no matter how weakened they are in the process, as long as they can understand the meaning behind these words and see the "foam", then these people's ideologies will involuntarily slip out of control.

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

These consciousnesses seem to have one thing in common.

——That is to be able to outline the appearance of "me" in one's own consciousness based on the relevant information I transmitted to them.

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

"You can't surpass me, so you become me?" Asking himself, Bai Mo didn't know what the answer was.

But this is indeed a very absurd phenomenon.

People are social animals. They find a better version of themselves. As long as their behaviors and habits are followed, they can become better.

If you want to become the boss, you only need to follow these steps. The so-called boss is a piece of cake.

People who are tempted by these desires naturally become foamy.

Faced with the relevant information conveyed by Bai Mo, open your heart without hesitation and make a heartfelt decision.

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

This phenomenon can be roughly summarized using related words.

After facing the relevant information (discourse, text) conveyed by the beings of higher status and whose ideology is better than that of human beings, they will gradually move closer to the higher status, and unknowingly become similar to the spiritual logic method of the higher status.

"In a language they can't understand?"

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

Bai Mo flicked his fingers, shuffled the languages ​​in Conan's world, and instilled more than a dozen completely different languages ​​into the minds of these people.

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