Chapter 35: Preparing for Death, New Discoveries in Cocooning (Please Collect and Recommend)
"According to the agreement, after proving that I will not die in the gray fog space, we can temporarily deduce the result - once I enter the mysterious space, I will not really die."

In the laboratory, Bai Mo talked to himself.

In my mind, different bubbles from all over the world were communicating with each other.

——Entering the mysterious space, if there is no real death, then I and the people from other worlds can begin to explore it.

This is not surprising.

When death in the mysterious space does not mean real death, then several people have the reason to conduct preliminary exploration.

As long as I won't die after entering, and as long as neither of us can enter the mysterious space and swallow up the rest of the world, then cooperation is possible.

If the prerequisites are met, both parties to the cooperation have no means to eliminate the other party, and at the same time they have something to gain from each other, then cooperation is an inevitable result.

Thinking about the current situation, Bai Mo tapped the table in front of him with his fingers.

"My progress is slowly advancing. The Eight Snake Clan in Japan have already started making contact, so we need to proceed slowly."

It is not difficult to rescue Eri.

The difficulty lies not in how to rescue her from Genji Heavy Industries of the Snake Eight Families, but in how to do it reasonably.

That is, to give Eri a suitable excuse to escape from the Japanese theater full of conspiracy, and at the same time to prevent the person who arranged everything from catching any trace of Bai Mo.

Little devil, what form does he take?
Bai Mo thought of this and began to think about the description in the original book.

At the end of Long San, he seemed to be a fictional character imagined by Lu Mingfei.

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 pondered this question while constantly guessing in his mind.

There seems to be such a technology. The dragon kings become cocoons, and after being killed, their spirits leave the dragon bodies and then 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 were like the words “don’t die” that Lu Mingfei himself had fulfilled, and they were his own actions.

After deducing several possibilities and having no way to prove them, Bai Mo suppressed the question and began to think about a new problem.

"According to the terms of the deal I proposed, I will die once more after I die in Shidaibimo. Therefore, I need to make the Philosopher's Stone for resurrection."

This certainly couldn't be the Philosopher's Stone mentioned by the hybrids, the solidified product of the spirit of the fifth element.

The Philosopher's Stone envisioned by Bai Mo was the elixir of life described in the classical alchemical books that could bring the dead back to life.

Squinting his eyes, Bai Mo switched his perspective.

Qi and Huangquan in Japan began to take action.

The process is very fast.

Find a gangster, plant a spiritual seed in each of the knocked out gangsters, then search their memories and 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 unquestionable shadow throne of the Sheqi Eight Families.

"Okay." Qi clapped his hands. With his physical fitness and skills, it would be easy for him to take down the gangsters composed of ordinary people.

"Let's start. I'll try to imprint my probability on them and leave a cocoon of revival." Qi snapped his fingers and closed his eyes to operate on the elements.

Just like the original Adam Project, the self will be imprinted in the memories of these people. Even if the white foam individuals that maintain the connection die, these scattered kites can be combined together to reassemble "white foam".

"Ah-ah...ah~" A chaotic wail. The gangster who was put behind Bai Mo and tightly tied up with ropes was wail in agony because of his mental breakdown.

In his conscious world, Bai Mo's thoughts, ideas, and even ideological ways of thinking were corrupting his personality like a plague.

A man and another monster who stepped half a step beyond the boundary of what it meant to be human and tried to share memories across the restricted area. He only lasted three minutes before he fell into a complete coma.

"Consciousness seems to have collapsed." Qi said to himself.

The thread connecting him, the experimental subject No. 1, told Qi that in his way of thinking, the thought trend was exactly Bai Mo's self.

Subject No. 1 has been completely swallowed up by the white foam.

"That shouldn't be the case. Obviously, a lot of the content has been compressed, so he can't possibly get in touch with the concepts related to me in the true sense."

Qi was a little confused.

In previous experiments, those who were implanted with spirits all lived normal lives. They lived their lives in peace and were not disturbed at all.

But now, it seems that as long as he is injected with relevant information such as his own logical concept of "white foam", he will spontaneously complete his understanding, and after self-thinking in his mind, he will sketch out the appearance of white foam.

It's like painting a complete picture based on some clues.

"Can I only inject the small amount of information that has been eliminated and will not be scattered by the brain consciousness and imagined by "me"?"

Qi's experiment with Huang Quan ended in failure.

After several attempts, no matter how weakened they are in the process, as long as they can understand the meaning behind these words and see the "white foam", the ideology of these people will involuntarily slide towards an out-of-control direction.

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

These consciousnesses seem to have one thing in common.

——That is, they can outline the image of "me" in their own consciousness based on the relevant information I transmit to them.

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

"You can't surpass me, so become me?" Bai Mo asked himself, not knowing the answer.

But this is indeed a very absurd phenomenon.

Humans are social animals. Once they discover a better self, their behavioral habits and so on can become better as long as they follow the rules.

If you want to become the boss, you just need to follow this or that step, and becoming the boss is easy.

Those who are tempted by these desires naturally become white foam.

Faced with the relevant information transmitted by Bai Foam, open your heart without hesitation and decide from the bottom of your heart that you should do so.

"Faith?" He let his thoughts wander and searched among the novels he remembered.

The phenomenon of white foam can be roughly summarized by relevant words.

When facing a higher-level being, after receiving relevant information (words, texts) from beings with ideologies superior to those of humans, we will gradually approach the higher-level being and unknowingly become similar to the higher-level being in terms of spiritual logic.

"Change to a language they can't understand?"

Experiments require more data, and related theories cannot be achieved by just a few people.

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

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

(End of this chapter)