The ants live in enclosed glass boxes called ant boxes. Here they recuperate, multiply, and conquer every inch of land they can explore. They mistakenly believe that they are the king of the world and that their territory is beneath their feet.
But their short-sighted tentacles prevent the ant colony from seeing the world outside the ant box and the countless densely packed glass boxes.
I can't see the weird things that are coveting their way in from other glass boxes.
Later they saw it, and then discovered that when their self-righteous giant pincers and sharp teeth bit the intruder, they were not like those weak prey that screamed and twisted and burst out with sweet juice. They could not tear open those hard ones at all.
Packing.
The ant community realized that their existence was threatened, so they tried hard to arm themselves with pliers and teeth. However, in the face of the word "sudden", evolution was as slow as a trembling old man trying to cross the wilderness.
Maybe a bad visitor climbed into a certain glass box, maybe the adjacent glass box broke and allowed the tribe living there to invade, maybe a mischievous child wanted to watch the fight and threw the predator into the ants, maybe it just happened accidentally.
Beings that come in and leave quickly, maybe the owner of the glass box gave up taking care of them, maybe these exist together.
These will undoubtedly bring disaster to the fragile and weak indigenous people.
The glass box follows the law of the jungle, and the weak ant population is only the lowest ecological niche in this ecosystem.
But there are still humans who are willing to contact and observe them.
Such as children.
Children who keep pets will put their precious pets into the ant box and let them eat a full meal, or watch them kill and conquer the ant colony; the naughty child teases these young creatures without thinking of the importance, and what he finds interesting
It usually means disaster for weak ants; kind-hearted children will sprinkle bread crumbs into the ant box and feed it to the foraging ant colony; curious children watch the development of the ant colony and occasionally reach out to carry
It provides miraculous help, but occasionally it is unintentional to help ants turn over; uninterested children pass by at will, or reach out to kill a certain ant colony; smart children observe the patterns of ants and try to communicate with them, but even if they talk,
The sound can also shatter their gravel-sized heads, or make them spin in circles like crazy; mischievous children will dig up the soil, pour in sewage, light firewood, and kill all the ants they see.
In addition to the children who are full of desires, there is another group of people.
They are not occupied by disorderly kindness or malice like children. They are relatively rational, follow the rules, and respect life.
The wise race Sinan is such a group.
They are usually like biologists, observing the human ant box calmly and silently. Occasionally they observe interesting things and record them. Occasionally, they will provide help when they meet something of interest, and they are not stingy at the same time.
knowledge they possess.
After all, on the last page of the "Necronomicon", the unknown author specifically noted that the book was revised under the guidance of the wise race Sinan.
Lu Li watched Margaret perform the ritual in Claire's tower bedroom, using erasable chalk to draw a magic circle about the size of a bed on the floor, and then left, taking most of the summoning ritual tools with her dozens of minutes later.
Sacrifice is needed.
Margaret's arrangement movements were smooth and natural, but Lu Li, who had rushed to complete his studies in the Midnight City Fantasy Land, could not help at all.
The cat's paw pointed at the list of sacrifices, sliding them down as Margaret arranged them, and stopped at the last sacrifice.
[A Cup of Wisdom] it says.
"What is this?" Lu Li asked her.
"A certain puzzle, a certain mechanism, a certain locked door, only wisdom is the key." Margaret said.
Then, obscure and imperceptible fluctuations boiled in the ceremony like wine bottles on the floor, the sacrifices and magic circles gradually faded away, and the above-mentioned ant theory emerged in the minds of Lu Li and Margaret.
There is also a floating, intelligent race named Sinan, wearing a white cloak and whose brain is wrapped in an oval translucent shell.
Lu Li found a light red gully zone around its pituitary gland and was summoned by an elder.
Margaret drew the curtains, retreated to Lu Li, and handed over the control to him.
After Lu Li thought about the question he wanted to ask, he exchanged a rather Lu Li-style question with the being he summoned for the first time.
"It is said that the wise race Sinan knows the answers to all questions."
An ethereal and lingering voice sounded in the minds of Lu Li and Margaret: "I thought you were mentally prepared for your summons."
"I thought you knew what we were going to ask," Margaret said suddenly.
Her rebuttal was not rational, but the intelligent race Sinan is quite peaceful. Even if you try to kill them, they will not anger them, but they will refuse to respond to your call from now on, which is very similar to merchants.
"I know the desire in your heart..." The floating intelligent race Si Nan turned slightly. It had no face, but it gave Lu Li the feeling that it was "watching" him: "Yes, including this interesting thing you are thinking about right now.
Weapons, my answer is still, yes. Want to hurt them? The answer comes with a price."
Of course, Lu Li would not waste his money on meaningless answers, so he took the opportunity to ask some questions that could be answered for free: "How do you know what I think?"
"Wisdom." Si Nan, the wise race, said: "Just like you see a red-tailed fish upstream and see it downstream, the fish cannot understand how you know it comes from upstream."
Lu Li didn't ask any more questions and went straight to the topic: "Can you restore the farmer's memory?"
"No." Si Nan, a wise race, unexpectedly rejected Lu Li: "But I can give you the memory of the farmer."
"Which kind of handover?"
"Let you have the memory of it."
It sounds useless, and it may drive him crazy because of two memories, but Lu Li has the ability to dream, and he also has the crown of knowledge.
What made Lu Li silent was not because of this, but because he suddenly realized that everything was a coincidence, as if it had been arranged long ago.
Lu Li came here, the True Seeing Eyes helped him find the soul, the Knowledge Crown could release knowledge, and the last memory was solved by the wise race Si Nan...
"Do you know the answer?" Lu Li asked seemingly for no reason.
"Snan, the wise race, knows everything, but it requires a price." Its voice was still ethereal.
“Shilling or weird currency?”
"Young and wise human being, you should know the principle of equivalent exchange. Maybe your precious thing is insignificant in my eyes, but it complies with the rules."
Lu Li was forced to give up searching for the truth and pay the price for the memory of the immortal: the humanity he spent all day yesterday to improve dropped back to less than 1 point.
"Be prepared and don't let memories overwhelm your thinking."
Si Nan, a wise race, reminded him kindly, and the summoning circle that disappeared from the floor flickered dimly for a moment.