Chapter 223 On Paper and Off Paper
Chapter 223 On Paper and Off Paper
"Tarzan, that's an 'exoskeleton'." Mu Daxian narrowed his eyes, golden light flowing through his eyes, "Since 99, many forces have been developing exoskeletons that use supernatural power as energy..."
"But...why did the school let such a person in? Was it because of lax screening...or was it for some other purpose?"
Mao Feiyang pondered the exoskeleton for a while, and his expression suddenly became strange: "Brother Xian, does this thing... really exist?"
Mu Daxian looked at Mao Feiyang with a strange expression: "Are you an alien? Are exoskeletons rare?"
"In the early days of the campus, the authorities sent many soldiers wearing exoskeletons to come in. Their presence was evident in the early days of the campus construction. However, due to a mistake in decision-making, the authorities sent soldiers to escort some secret weapons to explore the Black... Art Building, and all of them were destroyed in the end."
"After this, no technological force has entered here again."
"Because within the realm of extraordinary power, technological weapons are nothing more than a joke..."
"So, the forces headed by the company began to study 'super weapons', that is, using scientific power to apply some of the 'super powers', so as to achieve a combat method in which people with strong physical fitness are equipped with exoskeletons that carry super powers."
"It's called... 'Enchanted' weapons in short."
"The man just now... was wearing something similar, but this type of technology is not yet mature. At least, it was not mature enough in the 21 years when I entered the school..."
"Hiss..." Mao Feiyang took a deep breath.
"What's wrong?" Mu Daxian looked at Mao Feiyang in confusion.
"Nothing..." Mao Feiyang shook his head, touched his head and muttered softly, "21 years ago... there was a company that mainly built exoskeletons? Am I crazy, or... have I lost my memory..."
He looked at Mu Daxian strangely, and after hesitating for a while, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother Xian...what did you do before you entered the school?"
"Do you believe me if I tell you that I drive a Gundam?" Mu Daxian was thinking about the question and blurted out what he said.
"I would never have believed this before, but now... I might believe it a little bit." Mao Feiyang said seriously, "So, even Gundam can't go and destroy the nocturnal creatures in the art building?"
"You really believe I can drive a Gundam?" Mu Daxian said disdainfully, "I have assembled a Gundam before, but I have never driven one."
"Okay..." Mao Feiyang spread his hands.
Mu Daxian said: "But don't be too optimistic. Even if you really drive a Gundam, it will be useless to come here."
"When the level of a certain force is strong enough to distort the third dimension, then anything that depends on the third dimension will not be able to effectively attack it."
Mu Daxian paused, looked at Mao Feiyang, and asked, "Are you afraid of the patterns drawn on paper?"
Mao Feiyang was speechless.
"If you are afraid, you can tear up the paper." Mu Daxian said, "Even if you want to tear up the paper, do you need to ask the pattern whether it agrees or not?"
Mao Feiyang was so shocked that he didn't know what to say.
"Let's go and continue looking for the light bulb. We only need one more and it will be stable." Mu Daxian retracted his gaze and patted Mao Feiyang on the shoulder.
Mao Feiyang stood up in a daze and followed Mu Daxian silently.
As he walked, he suddenly asked, "Brother Xian..."
"You said."
“Is the angel sculpture… drawn on paper?”
"Yes."
"Angel sculptures are still just on paper?"
"On paper, and at best it's just a bigger pattern."
"What about...Angels?"
"Angel, still on paper."
"What about Him?"
"Let me put it this way. On the same piece of paper, the angel sculpture is painted with a bicycle, the "angel" is painted with a motorcycle, and He is painted with a supercar. Although they are clearly divided into different levels, at least they are all on paper."
"Hey...Brother Xian, how do you know which "He" I'm talking about?"
Mu Daxian said speechlessly: "This is the limit of your cognition. The 'Him' you mentioned is the guy we met last night who was chased by angels... and the first 'Him' I just mentioned is the thing outside the paper."
"Because there is no more of him to use, so as long as he is strong enough to recognize him, his concept is not much different to us."
"People can crush ants, and tanks can crush ants too. To ants, there is no difference between people and tanks, based on the fact that they can crush themselves. But the problem is that in the eyes of tanks, there is actually not much difference between people and ants."
When Mao Feiyang heard this, he felt his scalp tingling and a chill running down his back.
Lin Yi too.
At this moment, he really felt how insignificant he was.
It seems that in front of an existence of that level, the boundary between life and death is blurred, because the life and death that you care about may not matter at all in the eyes of the other party.
"I accidentally passed by your whole world, and your whole world was destroyed"
I destroyed your world and I didn't even know it
At this moment, he really felt a sense of insignificance and powerlessness, like a child building a sand fortress on a beach, naively thinking that the sand fortress was indestructible.
But the sea doesn't need to launch a tsunami at all. It only needs a small wave to flatten the sand fortress.
The Laughing Angel is almost unsolvable for them, and they can only get a warning that "those who chase the light in the fog will eventually become illusions"... emmmm... this warning does not seem to be directed to the angel sculpture, but Mao Feiyang thinks that it may be almost the same.
No matter how powerful or terrifying it is, it is just a bug chasing after a flame like a moth...
Small and sad.
Thinking of this, Lin Yi suddenly didn't feel that the Laughing Angels were so scary anymore. They were just some sad and pitiful creatures.
Well... compared to them, I'm barely even qualified to be fucking sad.
Too small.
One is small and sad.
One is small and ridiculous. Being so small, one cannot even grasp one's own life and death.
Ah.
"Oh..." Lin Yi sighed softly.
At this time, Mu Daxian's voice sounded in his ears.
"Done, Kairun Kairun!"
Mu Daxian put the fourth petrified light bulb into the cloth bag, and then started to leave the forest with Mao Feiyang.
It was already late at this time, and the light of dusk made the shadows deep in the dense forest extend outward, followed by some faint mountain mist.
Mu Daxian is a man of great skill and courage. Even though the fog has already reached above his calves, he remains calm and composed, like an explorer walking in a tropical rainforest.
However, Mao Feiyang gradually began to get closer to Mu Daxian as time went by, for fear that something unexpected might happen.
The human-shaped sculpture that was somewhat close to the shaded area had already shown some subtle movements, as if it had sensed the presence of Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang, and could not help but want to look towards them, so a slight "creaking" sound began to come from its neck.
"Don't worry about them." Mu Daxian reminded, "Always remind yourself that they can't see us."
"A sculpture-level pseudo-human has a wide range of fluctuations in its "sensing" ability, but it is no higher than the lowest-level art student... Your information depth is higher than its, so even if it senses you, it usually doesn't dare to attack you."
Mu Daxian explained patiently.
"Firstly, we are all polluters with extraordinary powers. We are of the same origin, so why rush to fight each other... As I told you before, our essences are similar, except that we are "living" polluters, while they are "alive" in their own definition, but "dead" in our definition."
"Secondly, just like the laws of the animal world, their pollution level is not as high as ours, so just like pigs and dogs are afraid of tigers and leopards, unless we reveal a huge flaw, they cannot attack us."
Mao Feiyang nodded, not quite understanding: "What if we accidentally come into contact with them?"
Mu Daxian raised the sculpture's arm in his hand and said casually, "Then kill them. The immortality of the group does not mean the eternity of the individual. Do you understand?"
"It seems... I understand a little bit." Mao Feiyang replied.
"Hey, you will understand these things slowly. If you encounter more 'incidents', you will become a veteran driver." Mu Daxian said with a smile.
Mao Feiyang subconsciously asked, "Is it true that... all those who didn't become experienced drivers are dead?"
Mu Daxian's mouth twitched slightly: "Your comprehension is really easy to develop from such a tricky angle... Ahem, that's right, only experienced drivers can survive on the battlefield."
“There are only a few art students in the art building, right?”
"Because there are only so many of them... Art students have a very fast 'metabolism' and many of them are freshmen, so we will try our best to reduce the loss of freshmen's combat power, er no, casualties, and we will do our best to help you grow."
"But I still want to leave, my roommates are waiting for me..." Mao Feiyang muttered softly.
"You can leave." Mu Daxian glanced at Mao Feiyang. "Art students like me actually have the right to leave, but... at my age, I basically won't leave the art building for personal reasons."
"Huh? Why?"
"It may sound a little ridiculous, but it's probably because..." Mu Daxian suddenly stopped and looked at the campus from the hillside.
The campus is built in a mountainous area. In fact, you can’t see the entire campus at a glance, and even a few teaching buildings cannot be seen. Mu Daxian’s eyes seemed to be flashing with golden light.
At this moment, a brilliant golden light fell in the western sky. The sun, which had been hanging in the sky for a whole day without casting any rays of light, came to the western mountains a little tiredly, with a flushed face, shining and radiating in the last moments.
It is difficult to tell whether what is reflected in Mu Daxian's eyes is the afterglow of the setting sun or the golden glow that belongs to an art student.
"Because..." His tone was very calm, without helplessness or unwillingness, only a long period of calmness, "...a kind of 'responsibility'."
"Responsibility?" Through Mao Feiyang's eyes, Lin Yi looked at Mu Daxian's face which was reflected by the sunset glow. For some reason, he actually felt an indescribable sense of sincerity from it.
"If one evening in the future you feel the same way as I do now, you will understand why I said this." Mu Daxian said earnestly, "Look at this campus. Isn't it peaceful now?"
"Yes."
“This tranquility is an illusion, but… even if it is an illusion, we need to do our best to protect it. This is the meaning of the existence of the Art Building.”
"Let's go, let's go to the place where Tarzan dug the hole just now, and then we should get ready to report to the teaching building." Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang's shoulder and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Go now?" Mao Feiyang's eyes widened. "Isn't it time for dinner now?"
"This one meal doesn't matter." Mu Daxian shook his head. "I can't eat in the next few days anyway, so one more meal or one less meal won't make any difference."
"Uh... okay." Mao Feiyang said.
After a while, the two came to the lamppost where Shan Nan had dug the hole.
There are obvious signs of excavation here. Shan Nan didn't even plan to fill the excavated soil back. It seemed that he never thought that anyone would come here.
Or maybe he didn't care at all about people finding out there was such a pit here.
When Lin Yi was far away, he didn't feel anything, but when he came here, he found that this pit was not small at all. It seemed to be a circle larger than the buried bag.
What Mu Daxian was concerned about was not the pit. He found that the dead leaves piled up beside the lamppost had been moved away, and there was also some strange symbol on the base, as if it was a special mark.
The mark looked like a few circles drawn with white chalk along the pole of a street lamp, and even if you saw it, you wouldn't think much of it.
Mu Daxian lightly touched the white circle, squinted his eyes and muttered: "It was premeditated..."
Mao Feiyang pondered, "Brother Xian, are you saying that someone buried something here and marked it, and asked Tarzan to come here to take it?"
"Hmm...'Tarzan' is a weird code name. Since he's a man, why don't we take the mountain character in Tarzan and give him a code name of 'Mountain Man'?"
After some thought, Mao Feiyang unexpectedly came up with the name Shannan.
"Don't you think the name 'Shan Nan' is even more strange?" Mu Daxian said speechlessly, "Forget it, forget it, a two-character name is easier to remember than a four-character name, so Shan Nan is Shan Nan."
"I see. This mountain man must be carrying out an organized and premeditated operation. His exoskeleton was not brought in all at once, but in batches."
"That also explains why his exoskeleton is different from what I remember. It should be a modified part. If it is taken apart individually, it is just some special mountaineering and camping equipment, protective gear, etc. But if it is disassembled and reconstructed in another way, and added with the things in the other bag, it can be assembled into that exoskeleton..."
"Wow, there's something."
Thanks to the book friend "usjdnshhs" for the reward!!
(End of this chapter)