Chapter 342

Chen Feng's response to Mengying had long been expected.

In a sense, Feng Lei is really "vilifying" his image.

The world regards the sage Chen Feng as a totem and an insurmountable peak of human wisdom from ancient times to now. That is the existence of God.

But if his great contribution was "stolen" from his dream, although it did not damage his achievements and could not deny his efforts, his talent slipped from God to man, no longer so high, more grounded and closer to the people.

But most people in the world can't accept it.

Since Yu Mengying's research on the compound eye crisis is so profound, there is no doubt that she must be a hard core fan.

Angry, that's right.

Chen Feng pressed his hand down, "take it easy, so I said that the author of this book only knows one part, but he doesn't know the other part. Have you ever thought that the so-called dream of the sage Chen Feng is really a thousand years after the parallel world?"

Yu Mengying: "hmm? What do you mean?"

Chen Feng played a trick here to avoid getting into the dilemma of proving himself.

This time, everyone's ideas are so deep-rooted and there is no battlefield to show him operation. He is really lazy to play any logical speculation with the world. If it can toss him to death, it's natural.

"When you think about it again, if you combine the films and games of Feng Lei and compound eye crisis, do you think the logic of the story is smooth?"

Yu Mengying thought for a long time, "do you mean that the sage did not dream, but really went to the future after the parallel world, and then got the knowledge to make up for the 21st century? And the sage really experienced the doomsday? And he tried five times according to what Feng Lei said?"

Chen Feng said with a smile, "you understand."

"No... no... no, you're kidding. Even if you use parallel space-time to bypass the time paradox, parallel space-time doesn't exist."

Chen Feng asked, "science can prove falsification. Can we really say that parallel space-time does not exist?"

Yu Mengying: "but it can't prove the existence of parallel time and space!"

"Well, let's assume that this story is not true. But since others can write Feng Lei to describe the life of the sage, why can't we create a new story that not only conforms to the background of Feng Lei, but also can reverse the image of the sage?"

"If you think about it, an ordinary person goes to the end of the world, dies in war, and then goes back to the 21st century, trying to use his own efforts to change the destruction tragedy of parallel time and space. Even if his talent is no longer so amazing, is his unyielding spirit of struggle more worthy of praise? Then does the pessimism conveyed in your story find another sustenance What is the carrier of? "

"Unfortunately, the sages in the story are like that, and he can still carry it. Should we learn more from his spirit rather than worship his talent? Can such a story save some people who have fallen to the lost city? Can it also awaken more people who are willing to be a screw in the external environment?"

Chen Feng crackled about a big deal.

Yu Mengying was silent and stared at Chen Feng for a long time.

For a moment, she felt that Chen Feng was talking about himself.

Tens of thousands of people in the Ares Research Institute have the same view.

Although Chen Feng said other people's stories, his tone, heartbeat, micro expression and blood circulation seemed to be explaining another sentence.

"I am him."

Chen Feng didn't say this with his mouth, but others read it from him.

It tastes different.

Chen Feng played a trick here.

If you say the same thing directly from others, it may be difficult to win people's trust.

But if you realize it yourself, the simple and complex process of self persuasion begins.

Yu Mengying was tired of playing riddles with Chen Feng in order to cooperate with the God of war plan. She directly asked, "so, Captain Chen, what do you mean? What do you want to express?"

Chen Feng asked with a smile, "You've always been immersed in the cosmic wisdom you get and write stories. Now I share the cosmic wisdom I get with you. Then we'll tell a good story again. According to what I said, recreate a story that meets the needs of the times, can not only analyze the enemy, but also inspire people's hearts, but also turn the deified sage Chen Feng into a mortal with wider learning significance Things. "

"It is meaningless to deify a great man. Deification means detachment and non duplication. Man is always a man and cannot imitate God. But a great man does not want to be worshipped by future generations, but only wants to be learned by future generations. Becoming a model for future generations is the greatest contribution that a great man can make to civilization after his death."

"When later generations build huge statues in every city, push the ancient great man to the altar and distinguish him from his people, it has actually deviated from the original intention of the great. Therefore, let's not explore whether the story is true or not. It doesn't matter. Don't you tell it yourself? We are just storytellers. We think our story is useful to the times and don't care True or false. "

Yu Mengying swallowed her saliva.

He's serious.

He really wants to pull Xianzhe down from the altar!

Yu Mengying never thought that someone in the world would say such deviant words.

If she changes the time and person, she must call the police on the spot, catch the person and take him to the military court.

But Chen Feng as like as two peas and a face of a sage, was chosen as the heir to the second sages.

"But... But this may lead to unknown consequences and even huge riots."

Yu Mengying shook and said slowly.

Chen Feng suddenly became angry. "Are you kidding? He has been dead for 900 years! What's the point of blindly worshipping a God who has already died! Can more statues be built for him, can his statues jump up and help us chop down the invaders? Is it useful to visit his museum every day?"

"If human civilization wants to grasp its own destiny and break through the cage of the universe, it should not count on the ancient gods thousands of years ago, but on all the soldiers who are still training day and night, all the scientific research workers who work hard at their own stations!"

"If there must be a miracle to save mankind, it must not be Chen Feng thousands of years ago, but the whole civilization composed of everyone living today. Only the power gathered by all mankind is the real divine power!"

"When the war starts, it is not the ancient gods who rush to fight, but our soldiers! And all our compatriots who work for soldiers! What is the riot? What is it to pull out the worship of God? What I want is to tell everyone clearly that if human beings want to worship, they should worship themselves who have struggled all their lives like the sage Chen Feng!"

Ding!

Yu Mengying was evaluated for the implementation of the Ares plan.

SSS level!

The staff of the Ares Research Institute burst into tears.

Although captain Chen Feng's words were extremely unconventional, in a sense, he woke up.

This is the sense of leadership we want.

No one could have imagined that the Ares plan would be carried out so smoothly.

Just one day, Captain Chen Feng found a way to ignite people's hearts and improve the fighting spirit of civilization to the next stage.

Pull the God like philosopher down from the altar!

Instead of looking up to God, advocate human thinking!

It turned out that we were really wrong.

He did get a hint from the sage.

Is that what the sage expected before he died?

Another hope arose in the hearts of the staff of the Ares Research Institute.

Although he is not the reincarnation of the sage, it would be good if he could really get the deeper care of the cosmic wisdom he said!

Three days later, Chen Feng, whose holiday was extended, appeared in the suburbs of Lost City 1 with Yu Mengying and his team.

As the first lost city, No. 1 is the largest, covering an area of about 300 square kilometers, with a total of 17 million people settled here.

From the outside, the lost city looks no different from ordinary cities. It has tall buildings and a sense of modern science and technology.

However, the number of pedestrians shuttling over the city is much less than that in ordinary cities, which looks a little lonely.

Yu Mengying: "Captain Chen, after you go in, you should be careful not to talk to people easily."

"Why?"

"The people in this city... Are a little evil."

Chen Feng: "Oh? You say so? Didn't many people fall in after watching your program?"

"My work is only responsible for guidance, and my original intention is positive, but everyone always has different views on things. How their thinking will develop afterwards is not under my control. In fact, I don't want to send it in alone."

Chen Feng smiled. "The diversity of people's hearts is not so mysterious."

About a hundred people's team entered the city and met many people along the way.

These people don't look terrible, even ordinary, smiling, and don't have nothing to do all day.

Some people still hold portable industrial control remote terminals in their hands to monitor and debug some AI parameters on the assembly line at any time.

The stereoscopic projection in front of others is constantly showing all kinds of complex formulas, his fingers and vision are changing rapidly, and the knowledge points in front of him are being digested by him,

Chen Feng only glanced and shouted loudly. He must be a doctor.

There are really many such people.

After staying in the hotel, Chen Feng wondered, "it's a lost city, but how do I think these people are still very progressive?"

Yu Mengying: "that's because it's still daytime. You'll know when the sun sets."

Chen Feng didn't believe in evil and ran out alone first.

He came to the street park he had just passed by. The doctor with gray hair was still there.

Chen Feng leaned over, "hello."

The white haired doctor looked up and smiled at him, "hello."

After that, the man immediately returned to the projection in front of him.

Chen Feng glanced, but found that the academic works in front of him were familiar.

It's actually a deduction about the method of activating the particle bomb. It has been deduced to the stage of special frequency fluctuation, but the specific wave frequency and details have not been calculated, but the overall direction is correct.

Short tone, ultra high frequency, ultra short wavelength

The calculated wave frequency change has shown a clear law, which seems to go in the same direction as the sound in Chen Feng's memory.

Chen Feng is gratified that people in this era can do so.

But he was very helpless. He had overclocking short tones in his mind. He knew that no matter how hard and talented the doctor was, he could not succeed.

Because the details of overclocking short tone are actually not regular at all. No matter how complex the human law is, it has been in the wrong direction from the beginning.

"Are you?"

"Don't bother me, friend. I'm only one step away from success."

The researcher looked back at Chen Feng and said firmly.

"Ah, all right."

Chen Feng got up and left.

He then exchanged two simple sentences with many people.

At the beginning of the conversation, these people were normal, but once they were involved in the difficulties that trapped them, they would become extremely stubborn.

Chen Feng returned to the hotel with nothing.

Now he understood what Yu Mengying meant by evil.

Talk more for a while, as if he were going to get into trouble himself.

It was getting late and the sun was setting. The temporary theater outside was about to be completed.

Chen Feng had dinner in his room, went out of the door and ran into Yu Mengying overlooking the sunset on the balcony.

She looked back and smiled, "it's about to start."

She just dropped her voice.

The sun suddenly set.

The next second, the indescribable cry of grief roared in the lost city.

The same rumbling sound seemed like thunder, one after another, continuous, like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Many people rushed into the street like crazy and started fighting together when they met. They started very hard.

White therapeutic robots swarmed out of the air and put out fires everywhere.

During the day, the atmosphere of the city, which looked ordinary, suddenly turned into a torn horror painting.

Yu Mengying said, "it's like this every night when it's dark. After a day's work without a sense of achievement, they have to cry and fight like this to vent their depression."

Chen Feng was silent for a long time.

He doesn't despise these people.

Take the scholar who studies overclocking short tones as an example. He said that he was only one step away, but in fact, he was very clear in his heart and had no hope.

It's just his lifelong ambition here and he won't give up.

Perhaps in this person's heart, giving up now means denying the value of his life.

The situation of others is similar, and each has its own dilemma.

Chen Feng began to think about why these people became such a situation.

At 7:30 p.m., the crying stopped one after another, and the fighting gradually stopped. After releasing their depression, the residents of these lost cities returned to their respective lives.

At eight o'clock in the night, he was the only one left in the hotel, and the others went to the temporary theater.

The performance team has its own security system. It doesn't need Chen Feng, an elite soldier.

One after another, some people went out of their rooms and flew to the suburbs, and many people shuttled from other lost cities.

In the folk, Yu Mengying's popularity is still very high.

Chen Feng didn't go out. He lay in his room thinking. He wanted to find the root cause of these people falling into the lost city.