In the monitoring room.
Everyone looked at the image that appeared on the screen.
Mr. A walked to the door of the bookstore.
Then, he seemed to knock on the door.
The moment he knocked on the door, the image distorted.
In the blurry and distorted image, people could only see that Mr. A\'s figure seemed to be flattened by something.
He slowly began to flatten.
"Two-dimensional..." a concept that only belonged to science suddenly appeared in people\'s minds.
Li Shouyi suddenly stood up.
Because he remembered a sentence that the most outstanding foreign scientist in the history of the Federal Empire, Grand Scholar Newton, had said in his later years: the end of science was theology...
After the recovery of the spirit aura, a new version appeared in the circle of psionic power researchers in the Federal Empire: the end of metaphysics was science!
So …
The psionic power scholars were right?
In the end, metaphysics was actually science?!
But how was that possible?
Li Shouyi frowned.
What was metaphysics? It was unpredictable and had no rules. There were almost no two identical psionic power structures!
But …
On the screen, Mr. A, who was becoming two-dimensional, seemed to be elaborating on a new explanation.
Perhaps the reason why humans could not find the rules and could not figure out the truth of psionic power.
It was because the knowledge that humans had was too shallow!
It was just like how primitive people could not understand why 1 + 1 was equal to 2.
Humans now still did not know the most basic things of psionic power.
So, they could only be like primitive people, thinking that those things that could not be understood were gods? And thinking that it was metaphysics that could not be explained or summarized?!
Just as Li Shouyi was thinking, the distorted image on the screen suddenly returned to normal.
Under the camera, the lights in the bookstore that had been turned off lit up.
White lights were reflected from the doors and windows.
Mr. A, who had inevitably become two-dimensional, returned to three-dimensional almost instantly.
Looking at this scene, Li Shouyi took a deep breath.
He could still understand turning an object into two-dimensional.
After all, scientists had fantasized about such a thing.
But in an instant, a two-dimensional creature returned to three-dimensional without any damage.
That was really …
He looked at the staff in the monitoring room. There was no lack of experts in psionic power research among these people.
And now, every one of them had their mouths wide open.
They were so surprised that they could not speak!
Because, what they saw now was really beyond imagination and incomprehensible!
From three-dimensional to two-dimensional, and from two-dimensional to three-dimensional.
The owner of the bookstore didn't show his face, but he had already toyed with the laws of the universe and the basic laws of physics of the world.
This was not something a God could do!
Perhaps the so-called gods were just ants in front of him!
Because Li Shouyi now knew that as long as he was willing.
With a wave of his hand, he could wipe Earth and even the entire solar system from the universe!
The difficulty was roughly equivalent to a student holding a blackboard eraser and erasing a picture on the blackboard.
Could God do it?
… …
Ling Ping'an opened the door and looked at the person standing at the door.
He wore a strange mask.
The mask seemed to be a monster with a lion's body and a human's face?
This made Ling Ping'an curious, "Why are you wearing a mask?"
"Is it because I'm too ugly and I don't dare to show my face …" he thought. "Or is it because my face was injured?"
Of course, there was a third possibility — this was a punk!
However, there were very few local punks.
Ling Ping'an had never come into contact with it, so he didn't think in that direction.
As for the gangsters, Ling Ping'an had never considered it.
Because there were so many security posts nearby. Ling Ping'an believed that the police would not let a criminal move freely on the streets.
Ling Ping'an had 100% trust in the federal police!
Therefore, he asked curiously, "May I ask who you are, sir?"
… …
Mr. A looked at the person in front of him.
He felt a little dry, and his vocal cords seemed to have lost the ability to make a sound.
He thought about his experience just now.
His soul couldn't help but tremble.
When he looked at the person in front of him again, he no longer looked down on him.
Unfortunately, he couldn't speak at all.
He tried his best to open his mouth, but in the end, he could only make a whimpering sound.
He had no choice but to stretch out his hand and point at the cat goddess in Ling Ping'an's arms. He hurriedly used sign language to express himself.
Ling Ping'an looked at the gesture of the masked stranger in front of him and then listened to the whimpering sound in his throat.
He immediately understood, "So it's a disabled person..."
"How pitiful!"
He looked at the night sky outside and thought about how this pitiful man had to go out in the middle of the night and knock on every door just to beg for food for tomorrow's meal.
The sympathy in his heart immediately overflowed.
There was nothing he could do. He couldn't stand to see pitiful people the most.
It was very easy for him to empathize with them!
But...
Ling Ping'an knew that simply giving money or goods would not solve this pitiful person's predicament.
After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "Sir, are you here to seek my help?"
The other party pointed at Ling Ping'an, then at himself, and nodded.
"Understood!" Ling Ping'an smiled very kindly and then enthusiastically held the pitiful person's hand. He touched it and felt that his hand was full of calluses.
The sympathy in his heart increased a little.
Therefore, he pulled the pitiful person and led him to the sofa.
"Sir, please wait a moment..." Ling Ping'an smiled and said to him, "I'll contact someone..."
It was better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish!
The ancient scholars had already explained this problem very clearly.
So...
Ling Ping'an immediately thought of asking for help from the national agency!
A disabled person, a disabled person who might have been disfigured.
A pitiful person wandering the streets.
Simply giving him money could not save him, and simply giving him goods could not help him either.
The only way to change and save him was to send him to the rescue center of the Federal Empire.
Let him go there, learn a skill that could make a living, and get a temporary place to eat and sleep.
In that case, after he learned the skill from the rescue center, he could use his own hands to create wealth!
Ling Ping'an turned around and was about to pick up the phone to call the number left by the kind police officer last time.
In the end, just as he turned around, he saw more than a dozen women in black robes appear at the door.
Ling Ping'an looked at these people and then turned to look at the disabled person wearing a mask.
"Are you guys together?" Ling Ping'an asked.
The other party nodded.
"Sigh!" Ling Ping'an sighed. He automatically imagined these people as pitiful people begging in the middle of the night for tomorrow's livelihood.
"Come in!" Ling Ping'an sighed.
The women standing at the door seemed to be a little afraid of strangers.
"Come in!" Ling Ping'an could only say again, "It's okay, don't worry!"
As if to support his words.
The kitten Bastet jumped onto his shoulder.
Meow!
The kitten meowed softly.
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