435. Chapter 431 New 0405 All of them are routines
The carrier of consciousness is the concrete form of self-cognition displayed by living things in the world of consciousness.
Generally speaking, the consciousness carrier in the conscious world is exactly the same as the self-cognition in the real world.
To put it simply, the carrier of human consciousness is still human, the carrier of dog’s consciousness is still dog, and the carrier of cat’s consciousness... Well, neurotic creatures like cats will not be considered for the time being. Their self-recognition in consciousness is that of gods.
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If Han Dongying does not have a clear history of mental illness, then the carrier of her consciousness in this world should still be the girl named Han Dongying.
"Then how are we going to find her? Go to her house?"
What Euonymus said is not a joke.
For the consciousness carrier, home represents a sense of security. For any person's consciousness carrier, there may be nothing in his conscious world, but there must be a place marked as "home".
"Theoretically, this is true, but it seems we are lucky today and don't have to go to the house to look for her."
Li Mengnan raised his head with a smile on his lips.
Euonymus looked up and saw a small airship swimming in the blue sky like a cute little white whale among the rows of high-rise buildings. The huge oval airbag had the names of a happy couple printed on it.
A group photo was taken, with a colorful banner dozens of meters long trailing below.
——Congratulations to Zheng Junhao and Miss Han Dongying on their wedding.
"Zheng Junhao? Why does it sound familiar..." Li Mengnan pinched his chin. He seemed to have heard Minnie mention it once before, but he couldn't remember what he said specifically at that time.
While carrying his back and prying the lock of a bicycle on the side of the road, Wei Mao was conducting popular science for Li Mengnan: "Zheng Junhao is the male protagonist in last year's hit Korean drama "Billionaire Heir". The whole story is about a domineering man.
You know the story of a rich second-generation young man falling in love with Cinderella, a Korean drama, it’s all a cliché..."
"Eh? You actually watch Korean dramas?"
Li Mengnan couldn't help but feel in awe. Although watching Korean dramas was not an elegant hobby, it at least cleared up his inherent understanding of Wei Mao as a "Lifan master".
"It is said that some of the passionate scenes in it were filmed quite well. I just went to see the heroine's figure... How many dramas can be released in a month? Even if I am researching "Dream of Red Mansions", I can't watch it at all! I have to find something else.
Something to occupy the remaining free time.”
After tinkering for a long time without breaking the lock of the bicycle, Wei Mao cursed "fuck" and kicked the tire of the bicycle hard.
"Our ability is just a sight to behold, but in fact, who among those outside can know how miserable we are? Every time we enter the conscious world, we are poor and have no identity. We are even worse than begging for food."
Wei Mao picked up a cigarette butt left by others on the roadside and held it in his mouth, complaining naggingly: "The most important thing is not to make too much noise, otherwise you will be targeted by the will of the world...
Last time I tried to grab a passerby's backpack, but I was chased by more than 20 police cars and more than 100 policemen for a long time, and I almost got killed by my own sense of the world."
Li Mengnan threw out a cigarette and lit it, squatting side by side with Wei Mao on the roadside, and said with a smile: "If you were really killed at that time, it wouldn't be considered a work-related injury. Logically, it should be considered suicide."
"What you said makes so much sense, I'm speechless."
Wei Mao drooped his head in frustration, barely using a frustrated posture to bend forward to express his broken heart like a sunken dog at this moment.
Suddenly, he felt that something was not right. He turned around and glanced at Li Mengnan, who was smoking happily next to him. His eyes suddenly widened like the stone lions at the entrance of the courtyard.
"Holy shit! What's going on? Where did you get the cigarette? It's actually a whole new cigarette?"
Wei Mao smoked a lot of good cigarettes in the real world, but in the conscious world, he had never smoked a whole cigarette and only picked up the cigarette butts left by others.
At this moment, seeing Li Mengnan smoking a whole cigarette, his eyes were red with jealousy.
Li Mengnan took a deep breath, put out the fire and smiled at Euonymus, then casually wiped the remaining smoke, and the half that had been burned out suddenly came back out of thin air.
"You can also do magic in the conscious world?" Wei Mao said in surprise.
Li Mengnan smiled and shook his head, stuck the cigarette in his hand on his ear, flicked his fingers casually, and another cigarette whirled and flew to Wei Mao's eyes, and he pinched it.
Wei Mao could see clearly this time that the cigarette that Li Mengnan popped out was completely created out of thin air, and it was not some kind of hiding magic.
"Are you creating something out of thin air?"
"Have you ever seen the movie "The Matrix"?" Li Mengnan smiled noncommittally, and a bright silver metal spoon appeared in his hand and handed it to Euonymus, "When the protagonist Neo met the prophet for the first time, there was something in the prophet's room.
Many children, they can levitate objects and change their shapes at will."
"I remember this scene." When Wei Mao is bored, he even watches Korean dramas, let alone such mainstream science fiction blockbusters.
"At that time, the prophet gave Neo a spoon and asked him if he could bend the spoon without touching it. Neo said that he couldn't do it. The prophet reminded him that the spoon did not actually exist."
At this point, the spoon in Euonymus's hand suddenly began to soften and twist like mercury, and even its color changed, eventually forming the image of an Oscar statuette.
"How can you understand that the things in your hands now exist and do not exist? Then you can be like me and create things out of thin air to a certain extent in the world of consciousness."
Li Mengnan took the little golden man from Wei Mao's hand who looked confused, rounded and flattened it like mud, and then patted it into the shape of a pile of banknotes.
"Okay, don't fight with the car lock anymore, let's go directly to the car."
Li Mengnan didn't know where Han Dongying was, but in this world of consciousness, almost everyone knew about this grand wedding of the century. He just slightly revealed his intention to attend the wedding, and the taxi driver automatically took him there.
Wedding scene.
Perhaps because Han Dongying himself is not very conscious of precautions, there were no projections of security personnel in the hotel, only some waiters responsible for receiving and guiding guests.
Li Mengnan and Wei Mao, two guys who didn't even have an invitation, easily blended in with the guests and took the elevator to the rooftop chapel.
Wei Mao kept staring at the palm of his hand along the way, as if he had been pondering the meaning of Li Mengnan's words just now, but he still could not understand what "both exists and does not exist" means.