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hiss.
Director Wang stroked his chin. His mind was in a mess, as if it were filled with ants, countless ants crawling and gnawing inside his brain.
"Then, are there good gods and bad gods?"
Upon hearing Xiaoqian's translation of Director Wang's words, a rare slight smile appeared on the old lady's face.
In the ant's worldview, are people divided into good and bad?
"this."
Seeing Director Wang's clueless expression, the old lady spoke up again to explain.
"If one day on your way home you see a group of ants using sand and gravel to form the Chinese character '帅' (shuai, meaning handsome/cool) in front of your house, you will be surprised and amazed by their intelligence. So you casually take some breadcrumbs from your room and sprinkle them in front of them."
"Of course, for ants, this is like a mountain of food. While carrying the food, they have developed a set of summoning arrays or 'spells'. As long as the fixed sand and stones are arranged in a certain pattern, they will have enough food to last a lifetime."
"But the next day they went to the door again and used gravel to crookedly spell out the letters 'sb'. Could you tolerate that? So you peed on them and they died a horrible death."
"While running away, the ants figured out another forbidden formation. If they accidentally arranged the symbols of 'stupidity,' they would summon an evil god! He would unleash golden calamity, accompanied by an unimaginable stench and corrosiveness, to annihilate all the ants!"
Director Wang:
Xiaoqian:
Is this the truth behind the divine summoning array?
Different "formations" can attract different gods.
Of course, this is just the old lady's speculation. After all, how could we, as ants, possibly know what God is thinking?
Perhaps people with a twisted sense of humor, upon seeing the word "sb," would not only not blame the ants, but would also feed them.
But the next time the ants used the same stupid formation, they were in big trouble.
They subsequently named this extremely simple formation the "Lucky Formation," the "Random Formation," or the "Gambling Formation."
Because before the gods descend, they themselves do not know whether they will attract a righteous god or an evil god.
After listening to the old lady's stories for a while, Director Wang found that he had actually learned to apply what he learned to other situations.
At the same time, this ant theory seems to be really useful.
It can effectively connect with the recent events that have happened to Lan Xing and Jiang Xiao.
Of course, perhaps the old lady was completely wrong, because she herself admitted that how could ants possibly understand human thoughts?
All of the above are just the old lady's own wishful thinking and speculation.
However, as long as this logic does not have any major flaws and can be applied to various scenarios involving "gods," then even if this theory is wrong, it does not affect the fact that it is temporarily correct.
Just like before the heliocentric model was proven, everyone thought the geocentric model was correct.
"Xiaoqian, go find someone and tell all the psychology and sociology experts about the ant theory, so that they can improve and supplement it as much as possible. At the same time, use the second reminder opportunity to pass on the ant theory to him."
This doesn't involve gods, and surely the rules and supernatural tales wouldn't restrict information, right?
Chapter 582 The Disappearance of Old Peng
Director Wang's order was like a spring breeze, quickly penetrating all levels and reaching the intellectual elites of Blue Star.
Psychologists and sociologists responded quickly, gathering together for a heated discussion about the old lady's ant theory.
Some scholars have begun writing papers attempting to connect this theory with phenomena in human society, seeking deeper meanings and potential applications.
As expected, the message delivered to Jiang Xiao went smoothly this time.
The ant theory?
Jiang Xiao couldn't help but nod. He had to admit that this theory was indeed brilliant and could be applied very well.
After glancing at Shi Shi, who was still fast asleep, Jiang Xiao quietly got up and went to the study next door.
Only Jiang Xiao gets to enjoy such a two-bedroom apartment at the base.
He sat in his spacious study, flipping through a document known as the "Ant Theory," a thoughtful look in his eyes.
This is not only because of the innovativeness of the theory itself, but also because it reflects, to some extent, humanity's sense of powerlessness and humility in the face of mysterious forces.
Jiang Xiao knew that this theory was merely a one-sided speculation by humankind about "God," without any empirical support.
But it fully demonstrates the insignificance of humankind in the face of the unknown.
This made him think that no matter how advanced technology becomes, humanity's understanding of the universe will always be limited.
This sense of powerlessness is especially strong when faced with a concept like God.
He gently closed the document, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.
Jiang Xiao believes that the value of this theory lies not only in its academic research.
More importantly, it can inspire people to think about the relationship between humans and supernatural forces, and humanity's place in the universe.
He stood up, tidied up the documents on the table, and decided to go and discuss it with Old Peng.
However, Jiang Xiao's steps came to an abrupt halt at the door.
The figure of the middle-aged man came into view. He, like the doctor, was a student of Professor Peng.
They were still discussing issues together during the day, and the uncle at that time was still energetic and determined.
But now, his eyes were bloodshot, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have deepened in just a few hours, making him look old and haggard.
Jiang Xiao's heart tightened. He could sense the indescribable heavy atmosphere emanating from the uncle, as if some bad news was about to arrive.
The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Xiao, his lips trembling as if he was trying to control his emotions, but that effort quickly vanished.
His voice trembled uncontrollably as he finally spoke, each word like a hammer blow to Jiang Xiao's heart.
"Old Peng is dead."
This sudden bad news left Jiang Xiao speechless for a moment.
"What did you say?"
Jiang Xiao's voice was almost a murmur; he couldn't believe his ears.
He knew that once he began in-depth research, it would certainly not end well, but this was happening far too quickly.
The middle-aged man finally burst into tears, and he said in a trembling voice.
"Yes, Professor Peng collapsed in the lab, and by the time we arrived, he was already gone."
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then asked.
"What exactly happened? Have you found the cause?"
The middle-aged man shook his head, his voice filled with helplessness and sorrow.
"It's still unclear. B2 is investigating. I'm also planning to go to the monitoring room. This...this is so sudden."
Jiang Xiao was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke.
"Okay, I'll go take a look with you."
Hearing footsteps, B2 turned around, his expression a complex mix of emotions.
He nodded, gesturing for Jiang Xiao and the others to come over and take a look.
"Here, I just pulled up the surveillance footage."
b2's voice was deep as he pressed play.
The screen showed a view inside the laboratory, where Professor Peng was sitting, surrounded by various instruments and reagents.
Although he was quite old, his movements were focused and skillful, showing great expertise, clearly indicating that he was conducting an important experiment.
Jiang Xiao and the uncle held their breath, staring intently at the screen.
Suddenly, Mr. Peng in the video stopped moving; his body stiffened, as if he had been frozen in place.
Then, his expression gradually contorted, as if he were experiencing unbearable pain.
Jiang Xiao's heart clenched painfully, and he could feel his palms sweating.
He couldn't imagine the kind of suffering that Old Peng had endured at that time.
But then the screen went black.
When the footage returned, what happened to Old Peng filled everyone present with unprecedented fear.
Old Peng's body began to change, like a sculpture made of sand gradually dissipating in the wind.
His body outline became blurred, his limbs slowly disintegrated, and finally his whole body "collapsed" like quicksand until he completely disappeared from the surveillance footage.
The monitoring room was deathly silent, with only the silent playback of the surveillance video showing the process of Mr. Peng's disappearance.
B2's face was pale, and he swallowed hard.
"What's going on? It's different from the doctor's."
The middle-aged man's tears welled up again, and his voice trembled.
"Old Peng, he... he died like this?"
Jiang Xiao remained silent. He hadn't expected that the middle-aged man's "gone" meant "gone" in a physical sense, not just in a literal sense.