Chapter 238: Holy Eye, the Dharma Eye Observes the Netherworld

"Odin?"

Ordinary people might think this was an illusion, but Bai Mo was certain it was definitely Odin.

Even if it's not Odin, it must be related to it!
"Perhaps in Odin's opinion, the information left by Chu Tianjiao is a fishing expedition."

Should we say it is natural or inevitable?

Ignoring the possible appearance of Odin, Bai Mo followed the middle-aged man to the second floor below ground.

The stairs and corridors here are dark and narrow, the air is filled with the hum of air-conditioning compressors, and there are piles of scrap mechanical parts in the corners.

"This is where Lao Chu lives. I don't know what happened to him."

Listening to his words, Bai Mo asked curiously, "Is there no one coming to check?"

"Inspection. How can we have extra people to inspect the situation here? As long as there are no problems, we can pass it."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he put the key into the keyhole, turned off the switch, and then stopped.

"Pay attention, this door has not been opened for several years, and mice have made nests in it, or there is mold or something, which is not good for your health."

The middle-aged man took out a tissue, covered his mouth and nose, and slowly pushed open the door.

Bai Mo nodded and took a few steps back.

Unexpectedly, the air that hit my face was fresher than the air in the corridor, except that it had a slight smell of dust.

What appeared in front of the two was a clean little room with a double bed, a bedside table, a desk with a chair, and a small refrigerator. These were all the furniture Chu Tianjiao had.

There are several steel wires in the corner of the room, probably used to hang clothes, because there is a jacket hanging on them.

There were no decorations on the cement floor and walls. Everything was neatly arranged, the bedding was neatly arranged, and there were no instant noodle bowls thrown around.

"This doesn't look like something an ordinary person would clean up." Bai Mo raised his camera and aimed it at this place to take pictures.

"So clean. According to what you said about Chu Tianjiao's character, he shouldn't be so 'neat'."

A sloppy middle-aged man, who likes to eat braised large intestines and grilled chicken wings, is used to keeping his residence very tidy, and as if he has obsessive-compulsive disorder, he cleans the place very cleanly. After several years, it is still more ventilated and comfortable than the corridor.

Is this normal? Absolutely not.

Chu Tianjiao was reflected in Bai Mo’s eyes.

Profiling is Nono's skill. It allows him to read information from all around and detect the past.

For Bai Mo, the so-called profiling is not difficult.

The eyes discover information, the white foam's memory bank is shared, many white foams process the problem at the same time, and then determine the answer at will.

It's like inputting a piece of data, calculating it through a formula, and getting the answer.

"That seems to be the case." The middle-aged man was stunned, then paused and clapped his hands.

Chu Tianjiao, a man who ate skewers with him at a street stall, actually had such an incredible side, a bit like the style of a 007 movie.

"Do you think Lao Chu is hiding something?"

"Maybe, but... I'll check the information on my phone and ask the teacher about the situation here."

"Okay, take your time to watch it." The middle-aged man looked at Bai Mo checking his phone with a serious look on his face, feeling a little bored.

A few minutes passed, and Bai Mo was still typing away at the keyboard, seemingly unable to see the end. He then spoke, "I'm going to go out for a while. It's a bit depressing here."

"Okay." Bai Mo replied without even raising his head and continued writing the text message.

If the middle-aged man walked up to Bai Mo, he would find that he was not looking up information or asking the teacher, but reporting the situation here.

After waiting for the middle-aged man to leave, Bai Mo closed his phone and walked to the bed and sat down.

"Chu Tianjiao, what kind of person is he?"

The soul transmits information, the spark of thought ignites, the consciousness jumps, and the present and the past are brought together.

The perspective of ordinary people becomes three-dimensional, and the time and space in front of them seem to begin to flow.

How big is the world a person sees?

The answer is the image drawn by the five senses of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch.

Hybrids can perceive some incredible visual senses through their bloodline. For example, the Word Spirit·Snake can feel the beating of electric current, the Word Spirit·Kamaitachi can hear the sound of the wind, and the Word Spirit·Mirror Pupil is able to see a corner of the spiritual world.

In the eyes of dragons, the world is made up of elements. The five elements and the real world together constitute the "world" they see.

But this is still one-sided, and the perspective is essentially determined by oneself. Long cannot see the world through the eyes of others, the world through the eyes of millions of people.

The Dragon King has such great power that he can command the elements and release forbidden words, which are in no way inferior to the brilliance of a nuclear bomb.

But they are ultimately living creatures, living beings that can be understood by humans.

The Dragon King has its limits. Neither Norton nor Jörmungandr can transcend the perspective of individual thinking.

But a saint can do it.

The Baimo entity, which is composed of Baimo, Baidi, Huangquan, Dead River..., the perspective he sees is directed here.

Vision, will, or anything else, the ultimate supreme being.

In a small space, with the five elements and real matter as the medium, the eyes of the saint descend here.

An interesting conclusion.

Five-minute creation theory: when a single electron moved, the universe came into being.

Now, that's it.

Information is wonderful, and defined information is even more so.

The essence of time is nothing more than a description of the movement of matter.

Grasp the movement of matter within a certain space, know the content of all the movements therein, be able to calculate the next movement, surpass the speed of thought movement, calculate and determine the future, and when the time and space line is converged, the so-called time is already in your hands!

Baimo is not completely Alaya consciousness and Gaia, the omniscient and omnipresent saint. In the kingdom, there are all living beings and spirits.

Compared with the envisioned complete form, Bai Mo today is just a budding saint, weak, miserable, and doing endless 007 work.

But the essential difference determines what the world you see looks like, just like the difference between dragons and humans determines whether you can see the elements.

In reality, there was no change. The elements remained the same as before, without any disturbance at all.

In another space, in a dreamland created by a saint's thought, everything here began to flow backwards.

Bai Mo looked in front of him, his perspective divided into two.

Half of it is the normal real world, and the other half is the space-time that flows backwards with the collected information. On one side is the normal self, and on the other side is the self that jumps out of the three realms and is not in the five elements.

The self is like a person flipping through a book, and the book in his hand is all the information in this space. Words and pictures describe Chu Tianjiao's every move, as well as Odin peeping into the Nibelungen of "White Foam".

From the present to the past, from the past to the future, the self's hands seem to be placed on the strings of time and space, and the slight movement of the fingers is the unfolding of one possibility after another.

Countless possibilities unfold, like bubbles of colorful light in the sun, rising, breaking, and disappearing.

The saint's pupils were looking here. On another layer of time and space axis that could not be recognized, time began to flow backwards here.

"It's just a simple inverse inference of the magnitude of information. The simplest formula is to infer the movement of one atom from another atom, but the magnitude is slightly larger."

Bai Mo listened to the words of his other self and agreed with them a little.

Many years ago, a man without a past came to this rainy city by bus. It was a rainy night when he arrived... That was Chu Tianjiao. He was walking alone in the rain, carrying a heavy box!
He was wearing a long black windbreaker, with autumn, fallen leaves, and wet dead leaves falling on the shoulders of the black windbreaker...

He strolled through the city late at night, sat down at a roadside snack stand, and ordered a portion of braised large intestine.

In the dim light of the acetylene lamp, a man in a black windbreaker was eating a portion of braised large intestine leisurely, with a heavy box placed at his feet.

He is an outlier in this city, and he comes for a special purpose.

He knows the best cigars and the best whiskeys, loves to listen to Elvis and is interested in photography. He has been to many places and has had many experiences.

He was born a beast who was good at disguise. He could disguise himself as a yuppie in the United States, a playboy in Europe, and a mafia gangster in Italy. But he came to this ordinary Chinese city and disguised himself as a driver who loved braised large intestines and spicy chicken wings.

He mistakenly fell in love with a woman named Su Xiaoyan, who was a great dancer. With Chu Tianjiao's ability, it was too easy for him to pursue a beautiful but stupid female dancer.

They got married and had children, and everything was happy, but Chu Tianjiao knew very well that he could not give his wife and children a peaceful life.

He was the kind of person who would lick blood on the edge of a knife, and what he licked was dragon's blood. It would be difficult for a person like him to die peacefully on a soft bed.

So he signed a divorce agreement with Su Xiaoyan and watched her take Chu Zihang away to marry another man. When the family of three went to the amusement park, watched a movie and enjoyed family life, Chu Tianjiao quietly looked at the red lines and pondered the grand theme of human destiny.

"A dragon slayer..."

Bai Mo held out his hand to hold the umbrella and looked at Chu Tianjiao in front of him.

He sat on the bed, supporting his head with his hands, looking up at the ceiling with deep eyes, thinking about the future.

(End of this chapter)