After figuring out the profound and complicated philosophical issues, Nanke lay back comfortably.
He closed his eyes and his consciousness sank to the deepest part of his thoughts.
All kinds of complicated brilliance are messed up here. Even the most witty abstract paintings cannot describe what is going on here. It is not just the plane, but even space, and even time that are messed up here. There are things here that are mind-boggling.
The dizzy spiral, and the stairs that are obviously going up but go straight down.
There are no roads in the real sense here at all, only some clumps of ribbon-like objects extending in all directions, barely enough for people to walk on them.
Nanke turned sideways and avoided an irregular piece of debris.
When the fragments quickly slid past him with extremely weird action logic, he glanced gently. What was shown on it was a chubby baby, learning to walk hobblingly. As a result, he accidentally fell down.
The big yellow eyes were filled with tears.
This is Professor Wilson's memory from his childhood.
Nanke avoided these messy memory fragments with ease.
This is the depth of Professor Wilson's consciousness, carrying his countless memories, but unfortunately, these memories have collapsed into countless fragments, conflicting with each other and independent.
Even if he tried to piece the pieces together, they would just form a messy mess.
Every time he wanted to find something useful from Professor Wilson's memory, he had to dig through this distorted and messy memory for a long time. Compared with Professor Wilson's subconscious, the garbage heap was very orderly.
Fortunately, some of the profound memory fragments are relatively large, so it is not too troublesome for him to find them.
But some details cannot be guaranteed at all. Who knows where those tiny glass-like fragments are hiding.
A fragment that could barely be considered a triangular pyramid sprang out from below and passed straight through Nanke's forehead.
Nanke's eyes suddenly appeared in the classroom of Harvard University. An old man with a big smile said to him gently: "Howard, there are still some problems with your paper and you need to rewrite it..."
"No--"
Wilson was devastated for a moment.
Nanke was also affected by memory fragments at this time, and seemed to have completely forgotten who he was, only remembering that he was Wilson who failed to pass the paper.
Fortunately, the impact of the fragments is only momentary.
The triangular pyramid-like fragment flew out from the back of Nanke's head and sauntered to the other side.
Nanke covered his head and gritted his teeth to avoid the attack of another fragment.
Every time I come here, it's like playing dodge ball. Who knows when something will come out from up, down, left, and right.
I don’t know what kind of blind box those fragments will open.
However, this time, Nanke came not to find memory fragments from this pile of abstract consciousness.
He dodged all the way and reached the deepest part of Professor Wilson's subconscious.
It was a bleak swamp without a trace of light, and the black water was bubbling.
Listen carefully, each bubble bursts and bursts with random and crazy murmurs.
Professor Wilson's own consciousness is at the very center of this swamp.
He was naked, curled up like a baby in his mother's womb. The black sewage was like the amniotic fluid that breeds life.
But if you look closely, you will find that the black sewage is flowing out of Professor Wilson's mouth, nose, eyes and even ears.
His eyes were empty, without eyeballs, and black liquid was flowing, filling the entire swamp. His hair was also wet, and he was huddled in the corner with a dirty face. From time to time, one or two subtle lies floated out.
"Unlucky boy, why did I accumulate so much water after not seeing you for a day?"
Nanke sighed, and a ball of light emitted from his hand, suspended in mid-air. The black sewage was quickly evaporated the moment it came into contact with the brilliant light.
They share a life, so in Professor Wilson's subconscious, he also partially affects the ability here.
Nanke strolled over to Professor Wilson.
Professor Wilson made a "ho ho" sound from his throat, and stared at the guy who suddenly appeared next to him with his empty eyes.
At this time, Professor Wilson looked nothing like the gentle, gentle professor known to the outside world. The terrifying and hateful expression on his face made him look like a beast.
His body was curled up and his neck was hunched, his body was covered with sticky dirt, an inhuman roar came out of his throat, and he would collapse and yell from time to time. His thinking was extremely confusing, and he could not communicate normally at all.
Professor Wilson looks like this, and even his parents probably wouldn't dare recognize him, let alone let him take charge of this body.
Nanke let out a long sigh and sat down next to Professor Wilson.
Regardless of the dirt, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the other person's forehead twice.
Professor Wilson groaned twice in alertness, and then turned into confusion. Nothing could be seen from his dark eyes.
But soon, his eyes narrowed comfortably, he purred, and clung to Nanke's hand.
The crouched body also moved closer to Nanke.
Just like some kind of small animals, they rely on intuition to get close to the light source, close to those beings that bring them light and warmth.
Under the illumination of the light source summoned by Nanke, Professor Wilson, who was constantly twitching and crazy, gradually calmed down, and his dark and empty eyes gradually closed.
Breathing was slow, as if he was asleep.
Nanke sighed sadly.
To be honest, a normal person would feel disgusted if such a huge man came close to me and his body was covered in a mess of unknown black liquid.
But there is no way, this guy's mental state is very bad, it can even be said that it is constantly deteriorating. If left unchecked, this guy will drown his entire subconscious. He was also possessed when he first came here.
The black swamp like a huge water startled me.
In addition to being angry, he would also keep saying some crazy and chaotic words. They shared the same body, so he could hear everything the other party said, and he could hear a chaotic and crazy voice in his head every day.
Rumbling in the ears.
I guess I can't bear it. Nanke completely blocks these things as noise.
But there was no way to go on like this, so he came here from time to time to clean up the sewage and give Professor Wilson a haircut by the way.
That's right, Professor Wilson really can't be considered a normal person now. Human rationality has basically disappeared, and the whole person is like a large animal.
Even mentally ill people are more energetic than him.
Treating the current Professor Wilson as an animal would at least make Nan Ke feel less uncomfortable.