Chapter 322 S: Glorious Event (I)

After Charles put down the phone, he closed his eyes and focused his attention. In an instant, his brain waves spread out, lighter than the wind and faster than light.

In Charles's vision, in a white space, countless voices were echoing. The constantly coming voices slowly materialized into one figure after another. More and more figures landed on the ground, and Charles stared at all this in mid-air.

Then, this space of consciousness began to expand, and more people appeared in the white world. Charles deliberately controlled the area to expand in one direction. He thought that he would look for a person named Schiller Rodriguez among the countless figures on the ground, just like he read other people's memories before.

But when Charles' brain waves expanded to the Manhattan area, in the boundless, empty and silent world of consciousness, a towering tower appeared in his vision.

Charles had never seen such a magnificent building in this world.

When Charles activated his ability, under the material and real world, there was another layer of inner world that belonged to consciousness and thinking, which was the white space he saw now.

In this space, the thoughts of all intelligent beings are like a grain of sand, and Charles is like a child running on the beach and digging out shells from the sand.

Whenever he wants to use his mind-reading ability to read a person's mind, that person will become a shell on the beach. He needs to scan the mind to find the person's mind and then connect with him, so that he can achieve the so-called "mind-reading".

But now, Charles is looking at the magnificent Tower of Babel in front of him. He feels like a whale stranded on the beach. It is not only many times larger than the usual sand and shells, but also more vivid than them, with a fascinating vitality.

Charles manifested his own figure in the consciousness space, and then walked towards the tower. When he came to the door of the tower, he found that all this was more real and shocking than what he saw in the distance.

It was a gray tower, the wall brick material had some Roman architectural style, there were some oriental patterns on the wall, the arched door was like a huge mouth of the abyss, and every texture on it was clearly visible.

Charles walked over and knocked on the door. With a creak, the heavy door opened a crack. As Charles expected, a doctor in a white coat and holding a medical record stood behind the door. He smiled and said, "Hello, Professor Charles, I am Schiller, Schiller Rodriguez."

"Hello, Professor Rodriguez."

Charles looked up at the door frame, which was carved with many complicated patterns, many of which he did not recognize. He sighed, "I didn't expect that we would meet in this way. This really surprised me..."

"Please come in, Professor Charles, let's talk inside." Schiller pushed the door open a little, and Charles walked in. Just after entering, there was a somewhat dark corridor with wall lamps hanging on the wall. The lights and human figures complemented each other, which looked mysterious and hazy.

After walking about ten meters, the front suddenly opened up, and a circular fountain square appeared in front of Charles, but more attractive than that was the layers of floors above. …

As far as Charles could see, he could see corridors and countless stairs that spread upwards. There seemed to be many people coming and going there. The interior of the entire tower was like a busy world, which made Charles dizzy.

Schiller led the way in front. The two of them walked towards a staircase on the side of the wall. As they walked up, Schiller introduced: "As you can see, this is my mind palace. I know you want to come here to talk to me, so I will meet you here in advance."

"I hope you don't misunderstand, Professor Schiller. I don't mean to pry into your heart intentionally. It's just that my legs and feet are not very convenient. I can't get to you in time, and I can't let the people from SHIELD enter our school, so I can only communicate with you in this way..."

"It doesn't matter. I don't care, because there are often uninvited guests who don't knock on the door. I always have to spend a lot of effort to deal with them. I am very grateful that you can come in through the main door."

For some reason, Charles always felt that the intruders mentioned by Schiller would not end well, and he also heard a hint of warning from Schiller's words.

Following Schiller up the hallway, Charles saw many Schillers coming and going. One of them, a Schiller wearing a long windbreaker and holding a black umbrella, passed by Charles and heard him talking on the phone.

"... Did the green-haired lunatic pass? Which floor is he on now? He went up to 6 floors in one go?... Okay, I'll go find the elevator manager later..."

"What? The elevator is under maintenance? Why is it under maintenance again? Every time I'm on vacation, the elevator is under maintenance. This doesn't make sense..."

Charles looked back at the Schiller with a different temperament, and was bumped on the shoulder again. He saw a globe head nodded to him and said, "Sorry."

Then the Schiller with the globe head also walked past Charles, followed by the Schiller in a suit, carrying a briefcase and walking quickly, and the Schiller in sportswear jogging past...

Just after passing a corner, a Schiller with a square body chased his cylindrical head, then grabbed his head with a C-shaped hand, installed it on his shoulder like a building block, stretched out his hand and turned his head, making a creaking sound of parts rubbing against each other.

Charles' head kept turning, looking at the people passing by him, and the Schiller who led him in front explained: "Sorry, it's a bit crowded here, because the elevator is under maintenance, everyone can only take the stairs..."

Charles opened his mouth to ask something, and at this moment, Schiller stopped in front of a door and said, "We're here."

After speaking, he took out the key, opened the door, and walked in. There was a slightly sci-fi style reception room inside, with white floor, wall tiles and ceiling, wall lamps emitting faint cold light, metal tables and chairs, and on the largest wall in the room, there was a projection that kept playing images.

After Schiller walked in, he turned around and handed the key to Charles. He said, "Professor Charles, we may need to communicate frequently in the next period of time. Therefore, I built a reception room for you in my mind palace. Here is the key."...

"As long as you touch the key in the consciousness space, you can be directly teleported to this room, and you don't need to go through the main entrance anymore."

Then Schiller pointed to a button on the wall and said, "This is a pager. If you press it, I will come to contact you."

"The reason I set this up is because I am usually busy and may not sense you coming, so as long as you press the bell, I will appear."

At this point, Charles was no longer in a hurry. After he walked into the room, he sat down on the sofa.

But obviously, he was not used to the hard sofa in science fiction style. He looked around. Schiller saw his expression and snapped his fingers. In an instant, all the decorations in the room retreated and turned into another style again.

The white walls turned into warm-colored wainscots and wallpapers, the soft big sofa fell down, and the warm carpet was laid on the ground. The projector on the wall turned into a fireplace, and there was a wine rack next to it.

This English manor decoration style made Charles feel more comfortable. He said, "Sorry, I'm a bit old-fashioned. The new style is a bit..."

"Actually, I am the same, but I don't know what style you like. I thought mutants would prefer the technological style."

"Maybe the children in my school are like this. If they come to this room, they will definitely scream, but I still think that a simple style is more reassuring."

Schiller took a bottle of wine from the wine rack and sat down on the sofa. He put out two glasses and poured a glass of wine for Charles and himself. Charles picked up the glass, looked at the clear wine in it, and asked Schiller: "You should also be a psychic, right? Are you a mutant?"

"I'm just an ordinary person, Professor Charles."

Charles shook his head, clearly expressing his attitude of not believing Schiller's words at all, but Schiller said: "Professor, I think you should have a deep study of psychology. I wonder if you have heard of the theory of 'Mind Palace'.

"Mind Palace? Do you mean the Mind Palace memory method? I have heard of it, but my research has nothing to do with it. Do you want to say that this is caused by the Mind Palace Memory Method? "

Charles looked up and looked around the room. Everything here was a little too real.

"That's true, but I don't want to deceive you. I admit that a theory alone is not enough to create such a real world of thought. I do have some special abilities related to the mind, but compared with your mental abilities, it is really not worth mentioning. "

Charles seemed a little silent. He didn't mean to get to the bottom of it. Instead, he fell into thinking.

"You know what? Professor Schiller? You really surprised me too much." Charles looked at Schiller and said, "I am not only surprised that you can create your own world of consciousness so magnificent, but more importantly, I see a new possibility..."

"This is exactly why I invited you here." Schiller seemed to know what Charles was going to say. He took a sip of wine, then put down the glass and said to Charles, "I have heard that you are the most powerful psychic in the world, with unparalleled great power. "…

"At the same time, I have also heard about your noble character. You are unwilling to use this powerful force to rule the world, and you will never let anyone use this power to do bad things. Please forgive me for not being able to express my admiration for this noble character in specific words."

"But as a psychologist who has also studied this aspect, I always believe that this ability can not only be used for destruction, but its most powerful feature is creation, right?"

Charles touched the transparent coffee table in front of him with his fingers. The cold touch of the glass made him more sober. He nodded and said, "I agree with you. I once had the idea of ​​creating my own conscious world. I thought about achieving things that I couldn't achieve there..."

"But I'm not sure if being too obsessed with my dreams is a good thing? After all, no matter how real a dream is, it's still a dream. Even if a beautiful dream makes me happy and joyful, when I return to the real world, the dilemma still exists."

"Rather, you actually feel a little guilty about enjoying the beautiful dream alone, right?" Schiller asked Charles.

"Yes, in fact, I know that I can create a virtual world in my own consciousness space, where I can do everything I can't do in the real world, just like now, in the real world, I can't walk smoothly with my legs, but here I can..."

"But if I indulge in the beauty of dreams, who will save those more unfortunate people in reality?"

"Professor Charles, I admire your sense of responsibility, but in fact, dreams can do much more than that..."

"Have you ever thought about making dreams a reality?"

Charles frowned, and Schiller continued: "Or, when a dream is so real that it is the same as reality, is it still a dream?"18083/10514722