After Charles put down the phone, he closed his eyes and concentrated. In an instant, his brain waves spread out, lighter than the wind and faster than light.
In Charles' field of vision, in the vast white space, there were countless voices echoing. The voices that kept coming slowly materialized into figures one after another. More and more figures landed. Charles stared at these figures in mid-air.
everything.
Immediately afterwards, this space of consciousness began to expand, and more people appeared in the white world. Charles intentionally controlled the area to expand in one direction. He thought that there would be countless people on the ground just like he had read other people's memories before.
Among the figures, look for a person named Schiller Rodriguez.
But when Charles's brain waves expanded to the Manhattan area, in the boundless, empty and silent world of consciousness, a giant tower reaching the sky appeared in his field of vision.
Charles had never seen such a magnificent building in this world.
When Charles turned on his ability, under the material and real world, there was another layer of inner world that belonged exclusively to consciousness and thinking, which is the white space he sees now.
In this space, the thoughts of all intelligent beings are like a grain of sand, and Charles is like a child running on the beach, digging out shells from the sand.
Whenever he wants to use his mind-reading ability to read a person's thinking, that person will turn into a shell on the beach. He needs to use consciousness scanning to find the person's thinking, and then connect with him.
Only then can we achieve the so-called "mind reading".
But now, Charles looked at the magnificent Tower of Babel in front of him. He felt like it was a whale stranded on the beach. It was not only many times bigger than the ordinary sand and shells, but also more vivid than them.
, has a fascinating vitality.
Charles embodied his own figure in the space of consciousness, and then walked towards the tower. When he came to the door of the tower, he found that everything was more real and shocking than what he saw in the distance.
.
It was a tall gray tower. The wall bricks had some Roman architectural style, and there were some oriental patterns on the walls. The arched door was like the mouth of an abyss, and every texture on it was clearly visible.
Charles walked over and knocked on the door. With a "squeak", the heavy door opened a crack. As expected by Charles, standing behind the door was a doctor wearing a white coat and holding a medical record in his hand.
, he smiled and said: "Hello, Professor Charles, I am Schiller, Schiller Rodriguez."
"Hello, Professor Rodriguez."
Charles looked up at the doorframe of the door. There were many complicated patterns carved on it, many of which he didn't recognize. He sighed: "I didn't expect that we would meet in this way. This really surprised me...
…”
"Please come in, Professor Charles, let's talk inside." Schiller pushed the door open a little, and Charles walked in. After entering, there was a somewhat dark corridor with wall lamps hanging on the walls. The lights and figures complemented each other, making it appear that
Mysterious and hazy.
After walking about ten meters, the front suddenly opened up, and a circular fountain square appeared in front of Charles. But what was more attractive than that was the stacked floors above.
Wherever Charles could see, he could see corridors one after another, and countless stairs extending upwards. There seemed to be many people coming and going there. The interior of the entire tower was like a busy world, which made Charles
Dizzying.
Schiller led the way. The two of them walked to a staircase on the side of the wall. As they walked up, Schiller introduced: "As you can see, this is my palace of thinking. I know you want to come here to talk to me.
So I will greet you here in advance."
"I hope you don't misunderstand, Professor Schiller. I don't mean to pry into your heart. It's just that my legs and feet are not very convenient. I can't get to you in time, and I can't let people from SHIELD enter our house."
school, so I can only communicate with you in this way..."
"It doesn't matter, I don't care, because uninvited guests who don't knock on the door often come in here, and I always have to spend a lot of effort to deal with them. I am already very grateful that you can come in through the front door."
For some reason, Charles always felt that the intruders mentioned by Schiller would not end well, and he also heard a hint of warning in Schiller's words.
As Schiller continued to walk up, Charles saw many Schillers coming and going in the corridor. One of them, Schiller, who was wearing a long trench coat and holding a black umbrella, passed by Charles. Charles heard him talking on the phone.
.
"...The green-haired lunatic passed? Which floor is he on now? Did he go up to the 6th floor in one go?...Okay, I'll go find the elevator manager later..."
"What? The elevator is under maintenance? Why is it under maintenance again? Every time I go on vacation, the elevator is under maintenance. This is not reasonable at all..."
Charles looked back at Schiller, who had a somewhat different temperament, and was bumped on the shoulder again. He saw a globe head nodding to him and saying, "Sorry."
Then the globe-headed Schiller also walked past Charles, followed closely by Schiller in a suit, carrying a briefcase and walked over quickly, and Schiller in sportswear jogged over...
Just after walking around a corner, Schiller, with a square body, chased his cylindrical head, then grabbed his head with a C-shaped hand, mounted it on his shoulder like a building block, stretched out his hand, turned his head, and released the parts
The squeaking sound of friction.
Charles' head kept turning, looking at the people passing by him. Schiller, who was guiding him in front, explained: "Sorry, it's a bit crowded here, because the elevator is under maintenance, so everyone can only take the stairs..."
Charles opened his mouth to ask something, but just then, Schiller stopped in front of a door and said, "We're here."
After saying that, he took out the key, opened the door, and walked in. Inside was a reception room with a slightly sci-fi style, with white floor, wall tiles and ceiling, wall lamps that emitted a faint cold light, metal tables and chairs, in the room.
On the largest wall, there is also a projection that continuously plays images.
After Schiller walked in, he turned around and handed the key to Charles. He said: "Professor Charles, in the next period of time, we may need to communicate frequently, so I built a door for you in my thinking palace.
There is a reception room, here is the key."
"As long as you touch the key in the conscious space, you can be transported directly to this room. There is no need to go through the front door."
Schiller then pointed to a button on the wall and said, "This is the pager. If you press it, I will come and contact you."
"The reason why I set this up is because I am usually busy and may not sense you coming, so as long as you ring the bell, I will appear."
Once here, Charles was no longer in a hurry. After he walked into the room, he sat down on the sofa.
But obviously, he was a little uncomfortable with the hard sofa in the sci-fi style. He looked left and right, and Schiller saw his expression and snapped his fingers. In an instant, all the decorations in the room receded, and then changed into another one.
style.
The white walls turned into warm-colored wall panels and wallpapers, the large soft sofa fell down, and the floor was covered with warm carpets. The projector on the wall turned into a fireplace, and there was a wine rack next to it.
This kind of English manor decoration style made Charles feel more comfortable. He said, "Sorry, I am a bit old-school. That new style is really a bit..."
"Actually, I am the same way, but I don't know what style you like. I thought mutants would prefer the technological style."
"Perhaps the children in my school will scream if I ask them to come to this room, but I still feel that a simpler style is more reassuring."
Schiller took a bottle of wine from the wine rack, then walked to the sofa and sat down. He opened two glasses and poured a glass of wine for Charles and himself. Charles picked up the wine glass and looked at the clear wine inside,
Asked Schiller: "You should also be a psychic, right? Are you a mutant?"
"I'm just an ordinary person, Professor Charles."
Charles shook his head and clearly expressed his attitude that he did not believe Schiller's words at all, but Schiller said: "Professor, I think you should also have a very in-depth study of psychology. I wonder if you have heard of it."
The theory of the Hall of Thought.
"Thought Palace? Are you referring to the Thought Palace Memory Method? I have heard about it, but my research direction has nothing to do with it. Do you want to say that this is caused by the Thought Palace Memory Method?"
Charles raised his head and looked around at everything in the room. Everything here was really too much.
"That's true, but I don't want to deceive you. I admit that just a theoretical theory is not enough to create such a real thinking world. I do have some special abilities related to the mind, but this has nothing to do with your psychic abilities.
In comparison, it’s really not worth mentioning.”
Charles seemed a little silent. He had no intention of getting to the bottom of it, but fell into thinking.
"You know, Professor Schiller? You really surprised me." Charles looked at Schiller and said: "I'm not only surprised that you can make your conscious world so grand, but more importantly, I
I saw a new possibility..."
"This is exactly the purpose of inviting you here." Schiller seemed to know what Charles was going to say. He took a sip of wine, then put down the glass and said to Charles: "I once heard that you are the strongest person in the world."
People with great psychic abilities possess unparalleled great power."
"At the same time, I have also heard about your noble character. You are unwilling to use this powerful power to rule the world, and you will never let anyone use this power to do bad things. Please forgive me for not being able to express it in specific words.
Admiration for this noble character."
"But as a psychologist who has done research in this area, I always believe that this ability can not only be used to destroy, but its most powerful thing is to create, right?"
Charles touched the transparent coffee table in front of him with his fingers. The cold touch of the glass made him more awake. He nodded and said, "I also agree with your statement. I once had the idea of creating my own conscious world. I thought about it."
To achieve what I cannot achieve there..."
"But I'm not sure whether being too obsessed with my dreams is a good thing? After all, no matter how real a dream is, it's still a dream. Even if the dream makes me feel happy and joyful, when I return to the real world, the dilemma still exists.
"
"It's better to say that you actually feel a little guilty about having your dreams to yourself, don't you?" Schiller asked Charles.
"Yes, actually I know that I can create a virtual world in my own consciousness space, where I can do all the things that I can't do in the real world. Just like now, in the real world, I am
I can’t walk smoothly with my legs, but here I can…”
"But if I am addicted to the beauty of dreams, who can save those who are more unfortunate in reality?"
"Professor Charles, I admire your sense of responsibility, but in fact, dreams can do much more than that..."
"Have you ever thought about making your dreams come true?"
Charles frowned, and Schiller continued: "In other words, when a dream is so real that it is no different from reality, is it still a dream?"