Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Ghosts fly in the drifting clouds surrounding the moon.

Below, there is a lake with a trestle building. Due to the complex shielding, the shape can only be seen clearly from a high place. Its main part is an upright ellipse, and the trestle is located at the vertex closest to the river ditch and road. With the vertex on the other side as the center, four relatively narrow bodies of water extend out, and the overall shape is like the footprints of some kind of creature.

More like lizard footprints. Ghost thought of the scene outside the window of the Exotic Pet Hall. A small green paw emerged from the cover of the slanting branches and clung to the glass surface silently. The dark green is floating algae and lotus leaves, which are piled heavily at the bottom of the "lizard footprints".

These plants are unusual. Although the appearance is different from the native plants, the internal mechanism has been rewritten in order to improve the environment to meet the project standards, while also having a slight psychedelic effect. In this area, most known detection methods fail. The signal can be hijacked. This is a completely different country, an occupied area. Occupied by whom? He is a strange person, a strange person, a master, a person with vast magical powers. This is the secret of the old shipyard. People who come here make requests, and the other party responds to them as conveniently as possible. Any request is acceptable.

However, there are actually no special requirements. Whether it is someone who has some kind of plan or someone who discovers this place accidentally, there is nothing new in what they can imagine, describe, and understand. Regardless of money, ability, or social status, all they want is the infinite expansion of their own lives. For strangers living in the old shipyard, even if it is not suitable to satisfy them in fact, it is easy to give them the same experience.

But these people have little value to the project. In unconstrained random threads, most of it is just wasted and does not help improve conditions at all. Rather, we must first remove the interfering noise from the collection of "all life" before it can reach a higher level.

First, the water must be purified - the ghost flies towards the four toe tips of the "lizard footprints" - this is a very simple trick of "raising fish first, raising water". The most suitable species must be selected so that they are not affected by harmful bacteria that multiply in the tank. These principles are not difficult to understand.

Who is telling me this? Ghost thought in the wind. This was not something anyone told him in his ears, nor was it something he knew before. How do babies know to distinguish shapes and colors? No, that's not what happened. There are differences based on physiological abilities and acquired information collection. It is impossible for a baby raised by a she-wolf to be called mother.

(Who taught me this?)

The ghost asked questions to the boundless world. The answer emerged naturally: these were all taught to him by Xiao Chu. It is no longer the Xiao Chu he knew, but the Xiao Chu after meeting the stranger. Xiaocuo that has been fully cultivated and inspired is like a seedling that has completed its growth process under the most ideal conditions.

Just on the other side. Located in the toe web area of ​​"Lizard Toe", there are several factory-style buildings arranged around the waterfront. (Old shipyard? Why in the inner lake?) They all have slender chimneys and exposed metal steps, and the wall surfaces are dark black without any reflection. It was like a group of shadows rising high on the rippling water waves in the moonlight.

(The black tower...)

The ghost drifted uncontrollably towards the buildings by the lake. He understood that it was not his choice. What he would see or hear had already been chosen for him. The person chosen for him was Xiaochu. Xiaochu has become the chosen one.

——The people who are truly useful to the project are those who can "concentrate on the Tao." Those who ask questions around the concept of eternity, no matter how small their starting point, are diamonds that can be simply molded into shape. Xiaochu was selected. (It’s Feng Chuxing. That’s what his name should be, right?) Xiaochu is a person who meets the standards to a certain extent. (What is the standard? Where are the others?) After going to Fantasy Country, Xiao Chu did not make a request (Why did that fool have to come?), but asked a question (This place should not be touched at all).

Why was he born in such a world? Does the world really make sense? What can I do?

The stranger answered him. But the answer was not something Xiao Chu could understand, so before that, the stranger taught him. The method used was supernatural, just like the initiation and transfer of skills in martial arts novels. He just brought Xiao Chu into the "secret room" and then put his hand on Xiao Chu's head. All the necessary information was already there. In just a blink of an eye, Xiaochu had already completed his transformation. Although it has not been modified through any form of surgery and can only think with an immature teenage brain, what he has learned has reached its own limit. Even if you can grow up safely (not like that), even if you live for a hundred years in the human world (this is all bullshit), you can't reach any higher heights (don't people live just to eat and sleep?).

(Xiao Chu must have been deceived.)

Xiaochu completed the entire growth process. From silkworm to moth - that is the natural process of body and mind improving with age and finally transforming into adult form. But Xiao Chu's body has not grown, and his brain, hormones and all emotional experiences have remained in his teenage years, and only intellectual information has been supplemented. However, can the infusion of information without empirical verification and self-experience be called transformation? This momentary initiation is of no help in catalyzing emotions, solidifying one's self, or forwarding one's stance. Therefore, it cannot be considered a moth in the end, but is still just a silkworm in its final developmental stage. A giant silkworm that never enters the pupa stage throughout its life.

(not understand……)

But this is better. Xiaochu finally understood Yiren's needs. For projects, what is valuable is unfinished and changeable things. It is meaningless to repeat existing successful paradigms. And, more importantly, it must be left to the silkworm, not the moth, to decide which side is right.

(Which side?)

The ghost cried out into the endless darkness of the night. The factory with its chimney like a black tower was approaching him, and Xiao Chu's story was also tumbling in his painful and chaotic mind. It's not a memory, it's not a specific sound image, it's just "knowing". It's like knowing the specific route through maps and descriptions even though you've never been there. (Is this the initiation? Xiaochu too?) He could no longer remember where he came from or when he became what he is now (where is his body?). Only what Xiaochu wanted to tell him flickered in the moonlight. in the wave.

If you want to realize a certain wish, you must first know how to describe it; before you can describe it, you must first be able to recognize its exact concept. Because in the past, Xiao Chu could not even describe his inner confusion, so he could only ask questions when seeing strangers. Questions that can be successfully asked will surely be answered. However, whether the answer is correct or not depends on how to constrain and shape the conditions of the question.

There are some established answers that exist in the hidden recesses of the world. What image is eternal? What kind of being controls the operation of the universe? Because people cannot fully define such a concept, they eventually refer to and describe it in the form of myth. The god who represents fire, the god who represents thunder, the god who represents harvest or recovery...the whole complex system behind it is stamped with a personified label. Therefore, phenomena can still be described even without knowing what exactly they are. In other words, the definitional domain of the concept itself is replaced by a widely recognized concrete image.

(……not understand!)

The ghost began to struggle. However, without a body, resistance at the level of will has no effect at all. Thoughts that once belonged to Xiao Chu were flowing through his consciousness - rather than allowing the existing life in the entire system to coexist perfectly, it would be much simpler to directly remove the harmful parts. Sacrificing fish stocks for the benefit of bacteria and microorganisms is simply unacceptable to fish to maximize collective welfare. So, the first step is to purify the water. Just as wind, rain, thunder and lightning are attributed to gods, collective desire constrains concepts that are difficult to describe accurately into visible images. It was the antibacterial elixir, the mantra that cleansed the entire system—the delete command that could be invoked without understanding it.

(Delete? Delete what?)

The ghost fell into the chimney pipe at the top of the factory building. These pipes may have spewed thick smoke in the past, but now they are all empty and silent, with only the faint sound of mechanical operation coming from deeper and farther away. (Are you still building ships?)

There are no lights in the factory. For Yiren, the maintenance and inspection of all equipment data does not require light. Ghosts don’t need lights either, everything can be seen clearly. (Are these all hallucinations? Why can you see such a large range?)

He passed through the tunnel, and the wind that carried him stopped. He began to fall straight down, through a series of thick metal walls. The process of passing through the wall is neither like drilling into a solid object, nor like seeing the air behind the texture like a program passing through a model, but rather like diving into layers of thick fog. (Must be an illusion.)

Passing through warehouses with weird shapes and no edges. (What a rabbit hole. What is that thing lying in those rooms?) A long corridor full of mirrors. (Is there light deep in the mirror?) A pool covered by long green branches. (Is it really underground?)

The gravity-less fall is getting faster and faster, and the architectural space that can be seen is beyond the ghost's understanding, like countless geometric shapes rotating in a kaleidoscope. The sense of senseless terror also deepened, and a lot of miscellaneous and meaningless sentences flashed through his mind. (Sunday morning is foggy. Eggs hatch from the mouths of fishes. Because rainwater and acid have the same properties. Like dew and like electricity. Who first used the same word for lightning and electricity? Breathing is really boring. )

He screamed silently at the abyss below. Echoes arose from the endless depths. It wasn't a sound, but a huge, blood-curdling tremor. (You hear me?) It is the air current that a blind and mute person feels when he passes by a speeding train. (Something heard me.) He saw deeper darkness climbing up from the depths. (Is it Xiaochu?) The darkness surpassed his height and swallowed him into his belly. (No, not Xiaocu!)

It is a mouth that leads to the belly of the giant beast devouring the earth; it is a well that leads to the deep spring in the most secret place in the world. The extreme fear was followed by blankness and numbness, and even the ghost's screams of thought stopped. It doesn't make any sense anymore. He must be dead. This is probably death. He gave up observing the boundless darkness, but the thoughts that once belonged to Xiaochu were still flowing in his mind:

Gaoling belt traction well. Through the tunneling of the astral layer, the phenomenon of the high spiritual zone is introduced into the low spiritual zone or even the non-spiritual zone, just like water pipes irrigating the dry wasteland, causing the potential seeds of thought in the soil to sprout into vivid vegetation, and the activation of concepts has been since then. And emerge (this is a generally accepted theory and is the cornerstone of binary classification). To understand the higher-order infinite properties of the high-spirited belt, direct observation is difficult to implement, and it can only be done through the final crop (conventional class).

That's the one. Although not all areas are suitable for building a traction shaft, a simplified prototype machine can be started. Because "He" stops here. Some grasses and trees adapt to the environment, while some grasses and trees (original species) change the environment. So, as long as "he" stays here, the traction shaft can be activated. (No wonder it was disposed of.)

Not understanding what Xiao Chu was thinking at all, the ghost could only lie quietly in the falling darkness. As for Xiao Chu's whereabouts, although it has not been confirmed with his own eyes, it is probably more likely to be in danger. (Otherwise, how could Xiao Chu’s thoughts enter his head? This must be what the proverb calls ghost possession.)

Sure enough, he shouldn't have come. Like those idiots who believe that "practicing qigong can stimulate the potential of life and the wisdom of heaven and man", he also fell to the end of no return. The original plan of waiting and watching at night now seems extremely ridiculous. The man standing by the lake (is he really a human?), he knows everything, including his relationship with Xiao Chu. However, in fact, there was no turning back. When walking along the river bank, I knew rationally that something was wrong, but my brain was unwilling to think about it, as if a drunk person had no control.

It's probably also the effect of those plants. I don’t know how long it will take for outsiders to discover the abnormalities in this place. He must have been dead by then. Moreover, can the police really do much good against a guy who can turn living people into ghosts? I'm afraid we need to send out the army, right? Just like in a horror movie, use missiles to level the entire area... No matter what, you can't be saved.

Ghost thought about these things quietly, almost forgetting to pay attention to the small thoughts flowing in his mind. Anyway, that's not the Xiao Chu he knew, so it doesn't matter whether he can understand it or not. Although he was in his current situation because of Xiao Chu, he didn't want to complain. For example, accidentally injuring a passerby in order to avenge his family, there were many accidental incidents like this in his hometown, and he had to ignore them if he wanted to live a normal life.

In fact, turning into a ghost like this, at least still has consciousness, and does not feel hungry or thirsty, which can be considered a blessing among misfortunes. What is despairing is nothing but loneliness. When he was a child, he played hide-and-seek with others and was imprisoned in a cellar. Then there was a thunderstorm and no one heard his call. He finally waited in the dark for a whole night before he was finally rescued. The situation at this time is the same as that time, but this time I am afraid no one will come to him. Squatting in a greenhouse filled with the smell of rotting vegetables, listening to the endless sound of rain outside, this long night will last forever. At that time, I felt that if the people lying in the cemetery were to suffer such torture, it would be better to burn them on fire. Become ashes that no one cares about, either have no thoughts, or be blown in all directions by the heavy rain.

(sound of rain?)

While thinking about where to go after death, the ghost heard the tinny and noisy sound of falling water deep in the darkness. He suspected that the voice was a figment of his memory, but it became clearer and clearer. Finally, silvery raindrops fell directly from his head.

(Where did it come from?)

The ghost tried to look up for the source of the falling water, but he couldn't control the direction of his sight at all. Anyway, I can't even feel my body anymore, so I can only stare down with this vision I don't know how to possess. Silvery lines of rain fell past him at an unnatural speed, outlining the world below. At first it was a light, wet white mist, and then it was the floating light of the flowing waves.

(Underground river?)

It is an endless river. The river water was as pale and lustrous as pearls, and shimmered in the darkness. The river surges forward, leading to a frightening and unknown place. The other bank is also too far away to see clearly, and one can only vaguely distinguish the presence of more than one light. (City? Are the lights from high places a city?)

There was no time to think more. On the nearby river bank, Ghost saw the shadow of Xiao Chu. It didn't seem to be a real squid, but a translucent phantom condensed by mist. He stood there, waving his arms happily to the ghost. His appearance was still the same as before, but the ghost had never seen him so confident and calm.

You came! The river and mist roared and cheered. You also gave up the irreversible troubled times and went to the grassland where the truth is hidden. You got it too! This thing means more than anything else in the world.

(no……)

Just on the other side. The mirage-like little squid melted away and turned into countless tiny wisps of smoke, pushing and pulling the ghost to fly towards the river. Although he tried to struggle with fear, he still couldn't help himself. This thing is indeed not a small cud.

(Little Cu!)

Go for it! The river roared and roared, sucking him into the cold, pearl-colored waves.