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Chapter 29 029.Actually, I didn’t go to school either

Bai Lian walked in front, and Qiao Mu followed behind her.

The dirty dog ​​followed them, and when they crossed the street, he waited there and watched them leave.

Qiao Mu waved towards it and quickly walked to the position beside Bai Lian.

"You don't have to do those things, I won't remember them tomorrow anyway."

Bai Lian glanced at Qiao Mu beside him and said softly.

"Whether it's what they did or what you did, these things can't be saved tomorrow, so there's no need."

"That's not necessarily true. Those girls must have been taught a lesson by me today. They should think twice before bullying you again tomorrow."

Qiao Mu answered without thinking.

Bai Lian stopped.

She took a deep look at Qiao Mu, and finally sighed.

"Just do whatever you want."

Qiao Mu followed and spoke again.

"And I am a person with a strong sense of justice. I will definitely draw my sword to help when I see injustice on the road. I also hold grudges very much and will retaliate. Living in this world, if you can't retaliate with grudges or complain with grudges, what's the difference between that and barbecued pork!"

Bai Lian did not respond to Qiao Mu's words.

The two returned to the editorial office.

The vocal training class next door is in session, and the slightly immature voices of children are singing songs written decades ago. The sound insulation here is not very good, so chorus has become a natural background music.

"Let's swing the oars and let the boat push away the waves."

Zhou Mingke was sitting in front of the computer typing on the keyboard.

Bai Lian sat obediently at a desk without a computer, took out his textbooks and homework from his schoolbag, and did his homework seriously.

A flying insect landed on Bai Lian's homework book. The girl stared at the insect but did not wave her hand away.

"Are you afraid of bugs?"

Qiao Mu asked.

"I hate bugs."

Bai Lian didn't look away, as if the next moment he looked away, the bug would get into his mouth.

"Just drive it away?"

Qiao Mu urged in a leisurely manner.

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Bai Lian remained silent, only puffing up his cheeks slightly.

"It's okay. People always have some bad memories. I used to eat swill in a mental hospital for several days."

Seeing this, Qiao Mu stretched out his hand to drive away the bugs on the homework book.

Bai Lian let out a breath and continued doing his homework.

"Can you remember what you learned?"

He was curious again.

Since Bai Lian's memory is reset every day, he must have forgotten the content of yesterday's class. How can he do his homework?

"Can't remember."

Bai Lian replied seriously.

Qiao Mu glanced at her exercise book.

Densely packed with red crosses all over.

He is very beautiful, behaves strangely, and has terrible grades. Bai Lian seems to have met the necessary conditions to be bullied in school.

"Then why do you go to school?"

Qiao Mu was puzzled.

Bai Lian was silent for a moment. She raised her hand and slightly opened the sleeve of her left hand, revealing the fair and tender skin underneath, as well as the words written on it with a pen that were difficult to wash off.

【Go to school well! 】

This text is very obvious. Bai Lian can see it as soon as he wakes up. It must be very important.

"Actually, I didn't go to school either."

Qiao Mu suddenly felt a little regretful. He had been in a mental hospital since birth and had never experienced the beauty of school.

"This is also considered an 'anchoring'."

On the side, Zhou Mingke, who stopped typing on the keyboard, leaned back in his chair slightly and looked this way.

"You heard Su Hong say it before. We are all chosen by God, and we are all people who have been contaminated by knowledge from the alien abyss. Everyone's sanity will be affected to some extent, so it is very important to find an anchor point."

She picked up the cup and took a sip. The steaming coffee was filled with white mist, covering her expression.

"When your power is overused, or you are immersed in chaotic cognition for a long time, you need some ordinary things to keep yourself human. For Bai Lian, going to school is a means to anchor yourself in reality."

"I see."

Qiao Mu nodded in agreement and was a little curious.

"So boss, what is your anchor point?"

He glanced at the computer screen. Could it be that chatting with people online was Zhou Mingke's anchor point?

"Just in time, it's time for you to get in touch with our main business."

Zhou Mingke moved his chair and motioned Qiao Mu to look at her computer screen.

Doesn’t he really rely on confrontation to anchor his own humanity?

Qiao Mu took a look and found that Zhou Mingke was coding in the document. The content was a supernatural story called "Black Tai Sui".

A simple summary is that a gambler was tricked into digging up Tai Sui and selling it to the elderly to make money. In the end, he found out that these strange things were dug out from the corpses of people who died after eating Tai Sui. In the end, his whole family died from eating Tai Sui. The story of becoming a squirming monster.

There is quite a simple view of good and evil in this world.

Although the text in it is plain, it has a faint weird atmosphere and sense of reality, as if it is something happening around you.

"What kind of business is this?"

Qiao Mu was curious.

I saw that Zhou Mingke sent this article to a public forum, where some people usually write supernatural stories.

Not long after it was posted, the post received replies. Most of them were positive comments, but some were sarcastic and boring. Zhou Mingke didn't pay attention.

"It's also an anchor."

She did not read the post again, but turned to look at Qiao Mu. Zhou Mingke was still wearing a white shirt that highlighted her figure today, with three braids hanging down her sides, forming a somewhat dangerous hairstyle.

"When we complete the mission of the Chosen One, or encounter an anomaly in reality, we can anchor the anomaly in this way."

“But does this count as spreading knowledge and pollution?”

Qiao Mu felt strange. Su Hong said before that these anomalies are pollution, and related information is also pollution. So doesn't Zhou Mingke's behavior let more people know about these extraordinary things, causing pollution?

"Of course, that's exactly our purpose."

Zhou Mingke nodded.

"Are we actually a villain organization?"

Qiao Mu blurted out.

"what are you thinking about."

Zhou Mingke chuckled and then explained.

"The beings in the abyss will instinctively drag the people on the upper level to reduce their own depth, but their power is limited. Have you ever thought about what if they want to drag a lot of people on the upper level? "

".It won't be able to pull it."

Qiao Mu suddenly realized.

"Yes, this is one of the three ways we deal with exceptions, and it is also the most commonly used way. You can also call it [cognitive anchoring]."

Zhou Mingke glanced at Bai Lian, who was doing his homework seriously, and continued.

"We release abnormal information in a certain processed way, and it becomes folk tales and urban legends. The wider these stories spread and the more people know about them, the stronger the power used to anchor the abnormality."

"In this case, the depth of the public increases insignificantly, but the anomaly rises because of it. The depth decreases, and the power of pollution also decreases. Simply put, it becomes less 'abnormal' and perhaps becomes something with A bit of metaphysical wonder.”

After hearing Zhou Mingke's statement, Qiao Mu thought for a moment.

There was a kind of hindsight eureka moment.

"So, some urban legends are actually not fictions, but are formed after abnormalities are cognitively anchored?"

"That's right."

Zhou Mingke picked up the steaming coffee and blew on it gently. She seemed to be satisfied with Qiao Mu's reaction.

"More than an urban legend, to be precise."

Qiao Mu frowned slightly.

He quickly thought of the books he had seen in the mental hospital before. They were obviously poor novels, but the bright red text in his field of vision told him that they were documentary literature.

According to what Qiao Mu has seen so far, the bright red text hints at the truth to a certain extent, so the content in the novel should also be true and serve as an anchor.

So expand this point.

Urban legends are formed by anomalies being cognitively anchored, but what about others?

Myths, legends, strange stories, these transcendent stories, have they been anchored for a long time and finally settled into what they are today?

"Well, you can also create an account and turn any abnormalities you encounter into stories and spread them."

Zhou Mingke asked Qiao Mu to explore on his own.

"oh."

Qiao Mu sat back in front of the computer and opened the tree hole network.

Looking at his account, he originally wanted to change his name directly, but he also felt that with the Internet being so developed now, wouldn't it be embarrassing if someone followed the network cable and opened the box for him.

Just registered again.

This time, I didn't encounter anyone with the same name. Qiao Mu quickly created a new Shudong.com account.

【Scientific Exploration Bot】