In the afternoon, Yin Shen made an appointment with a friend to have tea at a refreshment restaurant.
Yin Shen stretched out his hand from the second floor: "Here!"
A man in the lobby immediately saw him and walked up with a smile.
The short-haired man is an Internet writer and a college classmate of Yin Shen. This kind of person is probably the kind of person who knows a little about everything, but doesn't know much about it, so he is the perfect person to chat with.
Yin Shen likes to chat with him, talking about everything from science and science fiction, mythology and history, astronomy and geography, military and folk news, etc. to him.
It's either very rigorous or just nonsense, but it makes people feel very relaxed.
This time, the two of them talked from history to mythology, and from mythology to fantasy novels, mixed with weird rumors from the West.
Yin Shen suddenly said: "Recently, when I fall asleep in the middle of the night every day, I always feel that another me suddenly gets up from my body."
"Then I looked at myself all night long until I woke up."
"It's a bit like..."
"Western soul projection, and the detachment of ghosts and spirits in your novels."
"Tell me, what is going on?"
The short-haired man did not laugh at the absurdity in Yin Shen's words. Instead, he thought carefully for a while and organized his words.
"The first thing we need to understand is that if people really have souls, what is their soul made of?"
"Is it matter or energy?"
Yin Shen thought for a moment and said uncertainly.
"It doesn't seem to be the case."
The short-haired man then asked: "What about memory and consciousness? Are they in the soul, or do they still exist in the brain?"
Yin Shen confirmed, "It's in the soul."
"I feel like my body is like an anchor point, anchoring my soul to this point."
"I obviously can get out with just a struggle, but I feel like something terrible will happen as soon as I get out."
"This feeling gave me an inexplicable feeling of panic, and I never dared to do it again."
Yin Shen suddenly laughed: "Do you think I am going to awaken some super power or start cultivating immortality?"
The short-haired man shook his head: "Regardless of whether what you said is true, if people really have souls, and they do not belong to matter and energy, and even memory and consciousness can be stored in them, then it is not a superpower and
It’s comparable to cultivating immortals.”
"What kind of soul projections and what kind of travels by ghosts and spirits are just existences imagined by the ancients. Compared with them, they are like the difference between heaven and earth."
"Even the gods in historical myths and the immortals in Taoist legends cannot compare to this kind of existence."
"Even Pangu, the Creator God, Brahma, Chaos, and Azathoth, who created the world, can't do anything to you."
When Yin Shen heard this, he was stunned on the spot. He was just talking about the human soul, so why did he get involved with these creators and the supreme gods in various myths?
"What you said is so outrageous. Are you so powerful?"
"According to what you said, if a person had a soul, he would be directly invincible."
But the short-haired man said seriously: "I am not talking nonsense, but I have solid evidence."
"Because the universe is composed of matter, and time is the movement of matter, the persistence of change, and the expression of sequence."
"If your soul does not belong to matter and energy, consciousness is not based on the brain but on the soul."
"What does this mean?"
"Your soul and this universe are like two non-overlapping planes. You can transcend this universe and are not even bound by time."
"Think about it, is that so?"
Yin Shen continued: "Doesn't that mean that once the soul is freed from the shackles of the body, it will immediately leave the universe?"
"Even the soul can directly transcend the long river of time, travel through space and time, and become an existence floating on the timeline?"
"I can even travel to any era at will, or even tamper with history?"
But the short-haired man expressed his thoughts again: "This is not necessarily true."
Yin Shen asked: "Why?"
Man with short hair: "I just said that the soul you are talking about and the universe are like two non-overlapping planes. Two non-overlapping planes have no cross-linking point at all."
"You have no connection with the universe, so from what angle do you perceive the existence of the universe?"
"If you can't even perceive the universe, how can you perceive time, and how can you further travel through the timeline?"
Yin Shen suddenly had an answer to the source of that fear.
"So, once the soul leaves the body, it is like a ship that has lost its coordinates and direction. It is very likely that it will leave this universe and never find its way back?"
The short-haired man nodded: "One possibility is that you still have a connection with the real universe, and there is an anchor point here."
"In this way, you can observe the universe through this anchor point, and as I said before, become an observer who is outside the universe and time."
"If you have different anchor points in different time periods, you may even become what you said, an existence that shuttles through the timeline."
At this point, the short-haired man's words became gloomy.
"But there is another possibility."
"The moment you leave the anchor point of your body, you are thrown into an unknown place outside the universe."
"There may be another universe, it may be the source of time, it may be another dimension or an unknown that humans cannot imagine."
"There may be nothing there, just like a prison, and your soul will be trapped there for ten million years, one hundred million years."
"until……"
"eternal."
The scene instantly became quiet, and no one spoke for a long while.
At this time, the short-haired man suddenly laughed, and he picked up the teapot and served it to Yin Shenman.
"Your idea is good, it's quite innovative."
"I want to use your setting for my next new book. Maybe it will become a hit?"
The short-haired man did not take what Yin Shen said seriously, thinking that he was just engaging in another wild imagination and unfettered empty talk as usual.
However, Yin Shen had a complicated mood and stood up to leave.
"I'm leaving first!"
"If you have written it down, or have any new ideas or ideas, remember to tell me and we will discuss them together."
However, the short-haired man stopped him and took something out of his backpack.
"Yin Shen, don't leave yet."
"After using your settings, I will give you a good gift."
Yin Shen took the box given to him by the short-haired man and opened it. Inside was an irregular stone with an exquisite insect pattern on it.
"What is this? A fossil?"
Man with short hair: "Laidlichia, a type of trilobite."
"Although this fossil is not worth much, but thinking about being able to see creatures hundreds of millions of years ago vividly appearing in front of me, I feel that no amount of money can buy such a shock."
“Take it back and display it at home, and let’s imagine and feel the vicissitudes of the ancient earth and these ancient creatures hundreds of millions of years ago!”
Yin Shen thanked the short-haired man and walked away with the gift while looking at it.
However, just as he reached the lobby, an out-of-control car suddenly crashed into the glass door of the lobby from the street outside at a speed of more than a hundred yards, crushing Yin Shen with layers of glass fragments.
Yin Shen held the fossil in his hand and was knocked out like a piece of rag.
In the pool of blood, Yin Shen's eyes gradually blurred.
"Who can drive so smoothly that he can drive all the way from the road into the lobby of the restaurant?"