Luo Nan knew that his aunt seemed strong, but she was actually a very traditional woman. She taught her children strictly and her thinking was relatively conservative. She often followed the will of the male in the family when it came to matters of principle.
Luo Nan was the only seedling of the Luo Family. His aunt was absolutely unable to refuse him just because of this.
Luo Nan got what he wanted two minutes later. He didn't know what to say to his aunt at this time, so he could only turn his seat back. The car sank into silence once more.
Luo Nan used the flexible e-ink screen to flip through his grandfather's diagnosis.
The diagnosis did not have a clear time limit, but the truth was hidden between the lines.
Luo Yuandao had multiple organ failure due to the many complications caused by the pathological changes to his nervous system. He was already in an extremely dangerous stage. In fact, he was completely relying on medicine and equipment to support himself.
From the doctors' perspective, it was already a miracle that this old man could walk, talk, and lose his temper. But the strong stimulation of medicine would eventually be unable to resist the exhaustion of the essence of life. No one knew when this balance would tilt. Perhaps the old man's tolerance to a certain medicine would increase by a bit, and this balance would be broken. Then everything would be irreparable.
If everything was simplified, it could be summed up in two words:
At any time!
Unexpectedly, Luo Nan wasn't that surprised. It was as if this was how things should be.
The HexaEar sent another message. It was still Octopus. Octopus sent over his study notes from back in the day. The notes were all the key information he recorded when he participated in the Society's elementary research classes.
There was a set of fundamental theories that tempered the mind and the fleshly body. They were very classical and practical. Octopus sent them over naturally meant to point Luo Nan in the right direction.
Luo Nan skimmed ten lines at a glance. He roughly flipped through the notes and stored them in the HexaEar's personal folder. He wasn't going to look at them in detail.
His body leaned back against the back of the chair. His gaze once again looked at the parallel light dragons outside the window.
Although the light dragons had the same trajectory, they would never converge.
This was inevitable according to the rational rules of the normal world.
It was just like how his grandfather, a schizophrenic, couldn't truly understand him when he drew a picture with the thinking of a normal person.
Luo Nan spent a lot of time trying to use normal people's logic to interpret his grandfather's theories over the past five years. He explained it to normal people and even convinced them.
But now he understood: His grandfather's logic completely broke away from the dimensions of normal people. What did the honor and justice of the world have to do with him?
What his grandfather needed, or at least what Luo Nan believed he needed, was a clear, straightforward, and correct communication.
That was the beginning of everything.
The first was logic.
Luo Yuandao's logic was classical. His Formatting Theory was a form similar to primitive philosophy. He advocated the nesting of Self Format, Social Format, and Heaven and Earth Format.
This kind of nesting was not from the outside to the inside, from the material to the spirit; it was from the inside to the outside, from the self to the entire universe.
Apart from the founder, few people would like this theory. Because it pushed all existences other than "me" into the whirlpool created by "me" and turned them into "my" slaves.
Even Luo Nan, who listened and obeyed his grandfather's every word regarding the Self-Format, interpreted the Societal Format as a five-level structure of student, employee, technician, clergyman, and politician. Intentionally or unintentionally, Luo Nan understood these five levels of structure as' relatively objective existences'.
The Social Format was viewed as a set of undiscovered formulas, an undefined model, and the collective creation of a certain human society. This was essentially no different from most of the sociological theories on the market. In fact, it was even worse.
It was just as Mo Peng, who excelled in all seven subjects, had said: Where was the standard?
Luo Nan heard a clear and insane answer to this question from his grandfather's roar:
Mine! All of it is mine!
My student, my employee, my technician, my clergyman, my politician!
Selfish and arrogant to the point of making one nauseous. Extreme to the point of making one tremble.
But Luo Nan was able to find a complete and clear thread of logic from within when he eliminated these unnecessary emotions.
Luo Nan flipped through the notebook, flipping to the page on the prison building. He flipped to the page on which the Wraith Sign was derived. These were the two psychic diagrams he had left on the paper. Then he flipped back. He opened the flexible e-ink screen and entered the interface of the drawing software.
There should be one more here. He had drawn the third psychic diagram on the night of the 28th, which was like a muddy river.
However, there was no one inside.
Instead, he long-pressed to open the second interface of the software. It really was like a muddy river had flowed through here.
Then could he understand it this way: The psychic diagram had already been added in this way?
The psychic diagram was personally drawn by Luo Nan. Naturally, he knew what it symbolized. The muddy river water was the muddy flow of emotions held by the Human-Faced Arachnid. It was formed from the convergence of the corresponding emotions of countless humans.
Practically no one was able to escape from this dusky muddy water. And within this muddy flow, the Human-Faced Arachnid carried out its hunt … …
Luo Nan stared at the five story tower structure. The sketches of human figures were densely packed inside. Admittedly, they were arranged neatly like playing cards, but they were inexplicably an eyesore.
He subconsciously trembled for a bit, as if he was going through a sieve.
In an instant, the muddy flow of the interface became even more chaotic. It was as if an invisible giant hand was stirring. More importantly, the several hundred playing cards didn't follow the previous interface function of shuffling. Instead, they were scattered in all directions. The thousands of human figures on them were like drowning passengers on a capsized ship. They poured out from the five story tower structure, struggling, drifting, and twisting within the muddy flow.
Luo Nan calmly looked at all of this and came to a conclusion:
"Everyone is struggling within the muddy flow of emotions.
"Simple depictions and replications are of no significance to the Society's Format.
"I believe that classifying and placing them is useless.
"What is truly meaningful … …
His gaze cast onto the five story tower structure of the interface's main body. It was already completely empty inside.
No, there were exceptions.
There were two people on the lowest student level!
Luo Nan had quite a deep memory of one of them. It was a gift that he had drawn not even two days ago. A certain man was waving his arm with one hand and his other hand was wrapped around someone's shoulder. He seemed deranged, yet he seemed unafraid … … It was Xie Junping in an explosive state.
The other one was a fish. It looked very lively as it spiraled and swam in the muddy water. In fact, it never crossed the boundaries of the student level.
Luo Nan stared at the outline of this fish that seemed to have been casually drawn. He used his finger to gesture a few more times and confirmed its origin:
Within the third psychic diagram, it was one of the many ability users who used the Fish Style Depiction. Its corresponding target was:
Cat Eyes!
That was not all. Looking up from the "Student Level" and across the empty "Staff Level", there was a strange symbol floating in the "Technician Level".
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