Your knowledge is too taboo

The shadows twisted and frantic like a rainstorm.

I have to say that Chen Qing felt like his sanity was slipping away when he saw such a strange scene.

But fortunately, this is destined to be only a short time.

After a few minutes, two stone slabs and carving knives quietly emerged from the mirror.

There is no doubt that this is taboo.

Looking at the stone slab in front of him, Chen Qing nodded slightly: "Sure enough, they do have something to record."

One of the two slates Qi Lu sent up was blank, probably for Chen Qing to write on. On the other side of the stone slab, there are various strange writings recorded.

Although these two stone slabs seemed to be no more than the size of a palm, when Chen Qing actually looked at them, he found that he could see a lot of things.

This is probably the effect of this forbidden object - it can display words far exceeding its own quantity.

After looking through it, Chen Qing discovered that the characters on the slate seemed to be variations of simplified Chinese characters.

This also made him more certain of a fact.

That is the world on the other side, and it is definitely related to the real world!

Putting this densely recorded slate aside, Chen Qing began to add materials to the other slate.

Stretching out his hand, Chen Qing picked up the stone slab and carving knife.

The stone slab was cold in his hand, and the carving knife shone with a sharp cold light in his hand. Just looking at it gave people a phantom pain like the tip of the knife touching the center of his eyebrow.

This is a good knife, Chen Qing thought as he rubbed the handle.

But he didn't expect that Qi Lu would even send a knife.

Originally, he planned to use the rhetoric "If there is nothing to rely on, knowledge cannot be engraved and cannot be understood by others", and then he would use a few words to win over the burning knife.

Well, those guys are pretty good.

After waving his hand and flipping a sword in the air, Chen Qing stared at the two taboo objects in front of him: "Okay, now it's time to work."

He had dealt with carving knives in his past work, so it was surprisingly easy to hold it in his hand. Just the ease and freehand brushwork between strokes made Chen Qing subconsciously smile with satisfaction.

It's really a good knife, an idea came to Chen Qing's mind.

While looking at the screen of his mobile phone, Chen Qing began to write on the stone slab: "Clan...Garlic...Cross...Silver..."

These are all the information Chen Qing found online.

After simplifying and organizing it, he engraved it all on the stone slab in a relatively concise way.

And during the burning process.

Chen Qing suddenly frowned.

He looked at the knife in his hand, thoughtfully.

Then he clicked a button next to it, and then continued to burn.

This process was not too long, at least while Qi Lu in the mirror was still praying, Chen Qing had already finished it all.

When the last word was written, Chen Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked up and down.

Yes, my craftsmanship has not fallen behind yet, and the writing is elegant and meaningful, very much in line with the style of a great being.

"Then the next step is to send this thing in."

He thought to himself.

At the same time, his hand holding the knife became harder and harder.

It's a really good knife.

He thought to himself, feeling more and more satisfied.

The next step is how to send this thing in.

Pressing the slate against the mirror, Chen Qing watched with his own eyes as the slate fell into the opposite side of the mirror.

Just like the gold coin before, the situation when the forbidden stone slab entered the mirror was similar. The only thing that can be called a change may be the words on it.

When one end first entered the mirror, Chen Qing could still see what was painted on the stone slab. However, when he was completely submerged in it, he saw that the lines he had drawn one by one began to gradually twist and beat.

Like black snakes, the words "jumped" down from the stone slab, floating in the air, stretching and swimming freely.

It may be very strange to use such words to describe words. But Chen Qing always felt that the words that entered it seemed to really "come alive"!

They turned into something strange, like ink that did not dissolve in the clear water, and in turn polluted the clear and transparent water.

In the dim and transparent world, only the abnormal information was twisting and dancing...

But it was just a blink of an eye.

After the slate was completely submerged in the mirror, the dancing text tracks disappeared in front of Chen Qing.

But Chen Qing just held the knife expressionlessly.

It was really a good knife. He stared at the blade, completely ignoring the abnormalities in the mirror.

Looking at the handle of the knife, Chen Qing tilted his head.

Really...it's a good knife!

He praised in his heart.

If you use such a sharp knife tip to pierce your own throat, and then use your own blood as ink, you will definitely be able to outline more beautiful words!

He stared at the shiny silver blade, as if it was not a knife but a peerless beauty.

Swallowing silently, he raised the knife.

It moved towards his throat little by little.

Then, the next second.

"Jingle Bell"!

The impatient alarm clock rang suddenly.

Along with the sound of the alarm clock, there was also a beep from Chen Qing's computer.

The program designed in advance is started at the right time, and the signal is transmitted to a small ball through wires. Under the influence of some electromagnetic force, the ball is pushed in a certain direction.

After a series of kinetic energy transformations, the ball finally fell in front of a switch.

With a "click" sound, the switch was pressed.

Then, the faint candle burned quietly.

When the light of the candlelight enveloped Chen Qing, his hand holding the knife stopped in front of him.

"Ha ha……"

Chen Qing, whose arms were covered with sweat, looked at the sharp carving knife in his hand and gasped subconsciously.

He directly pressed the switch next to him and extinguished the oil lamp.

"As expected, none of the forbidden objects are easy to get rid of."

Putting the carving knife aside, Chen Qing ruffled his hair and fell into the sofa next to him.

"When I held the knife, I always felt that the knife was very beautiful. This emotion was not obvious at first, but as I used it, this feeling improved significantly."

Taking off his already soaked coat, Chen Qing pulled on his tie and sighed: "If I hadn't discovered something abnormal during the process and turned on the 'oil lamp emergency device' I designed earlier, I'm afraid I would really be Kill this knife."

This oil lamp emergency device was an idea that Chen Qing had previously had.

Since the oil lamp can stabilize his state, if he is invaded and affected by a forbidden object, can it temporarily resist the power of the forbidden object just like relieving his ALS?

After all, Chen Qing knew too little about oil lamps, and Colin had never been "online", so he could only explore on his own.

While holding the carving knife and feeling the surge of emotions, Chen Qing realized that he might be able to test the range of the oil lamp.

Of course he couldn't be so reckless.

In fact, he also designed alarm mechanisms, rescue mechanisms, and corresponding sleep and separation mechanisms, etc. The oil lamp is only the first insurance.

Of course, if none of these insurances work...

Then Chen Qing felt that even if he was fully armed, he would probably die.

However, the final result of the insurance was quite good.

It is obvious that the oil lamp does have the effect of suppressing other taboo objects. At least the emotion of the carving knife is suppressed by the oil lamp.

"But it's really scary."

Looking at the knife, Chen Qing felt that the knife suddenly became a little scary: "I have never pinched a carving knife before."

This thing actually instilled in him some memories that did not exist in him, and he was even unable to notice the deviation of this memory...

hiss.

Chen Qing felt that this thing was probably far more dangerous than oil lamps and gold coins.

After hesitating for a moment.

He opened the document on his mobile phone and entered some text.

[Taboo: Carving Knife (tentative)

Effect: Change spirit, psychological suggestion, sharpness

Risk level:】

I hesitated for a moment on this last line.

In the end, Chen Qing entered a character.

[Danger level: C]

[Note: When using the carving knife, my brain gained a lot of aesthetic, biological and medical knowledge out of thin air. Perhaps using this knife will squeeze a lot of things into my brain. But it's very, very sharp and very, very beautiful]