Chapter 20 Ninetieth Night's Mind

The human brain has only developed less than 10%, and most people are less than this. This is a number recognized by scientists now, and no one can know or predict what will happen if the human brain is developed to 100%.A brain that cannot be developed is like a sealed box, and you can't guess whether it will be an angel or a demon that will come out of the box. I remember reading a fairy tale written by Zheng Yuanjie when I was a child. It basically said that a little boy’s brain was fully developed and he became a superman. Power, defending a harmonious society, bravely fighting Martians, defending the peace of the earth, shouting that I am Allman, etc., but fairy tales are fairy tales after all, and no one knows how much power the human brain contains.

How would you feel if one day a stranger told you that he could peer into people's minds?Maybe just see him as a psychopath?But there was such a man sitting before me. He is in his early thirties, with short, sharp and upturned hair like a hedgehog, and he is very energetic. His cheeks are slightly sunken, and they are healthy and rosy. The only ones are the eyes under the full forehead.I have never seen those eyes before, just like the ones in the painting, narrow and slender, as if extending a part to both sides of the temple than the eyes of ordinary people, I can't see his eyeballs clearly, because he is turning them rapidly, He looked a little uneasy.

"You said you can spy on people's thoughts?" I asked deliberately.Because this kind of thing is no longer news, many people claim to be able to see through the minds of strangers, but it turns out that they are all liars. "No, it's not an idea, it's a brain!" He stubbornly shook his small but very round head like a spinning globe, and pointedly pointed his head with his index finger. "How is that possible?" I was a little amused, not to mention that he couldn't see the brain inside the thick skull, even if he could see it, what could it mean? Aren't human brains all the same?

"There have never been two people with the same brains in this world, just like horses." He raised his head slightly proudly. Agate?I have indeed heard such tales.Legend has it that agate is actually a strange stone, and when a horse dies, it is regarded as a dead horse. It is the stone formed after the death of the horse. Different agate colors represent the ability of the horse before it was alive. "A person whose color is like blood can travel thousands of miles a day and can fly into the void; a person with a yellow brain can travel a thousand miles a day; a person with a blue brain can hiss for hundreds of miles; Five hundred miles; those with white brains will be more powerful than those with crossbows. Those who can distinguish can change their brain color when they hear the sound of a horse." The man read it as if reciting a book, which didn't surprise me. What surprised me was that it should be me. Just thought about it.

But that doesn't mean he can peep into my mind.I shook my head: "Do you have any other evidence?" The man lowered his eyelids in disappointment, and put his hands on his knees with his legs spread apart. His feet were shaking, and he didn't know whether it was anxiety or excitement.Finally, he raised his eyes, full of determination. "I know you don't believe it. In fact, it took me a long time to adapt. I can indeed see the human brain from the appearance of a person. Like a horse, most incompetent people have white or gray brains. Only real geniuses have other colors, and brain colors can change, if you don’t guide them when you are young, even geniuses will become mediocre and their brain colors will fade.” His lips moved like pistons, I really doubt if I'm talking to a madman.Perhaps, all the pioneers are madmen in the eyes of others.

"But, what exactly are you looking for me for?" I helplessly turned the pen in my hand. "I need a media, a notary who can witness my ability." His hands gripped his pants tightly, and a large wrinkle formed. "Okay, I promise you, but you also promise to tell me more information." I nodded.He stood up very happily, shook my hand vigorously and left the newspaper office.After sending him off, I found that my hands were full of sweat. I shook my head, wondering if he would come to me again.Who knew that after get off work in the afternoon, I actually saw him at the corner of the first floor.

In just a few hours, he actually aged a lot, his patellas were gray, and obvious wrinkles appeared on both sides of his nose.He opened his mouth to call me, but he lacked strength. "How could this be?" I asked him in surprise. "I'm running out of time, so I have to find you." He seemed weak, I supported him - the man who looked strong was much lighter than I thought, I hailed a taxi, according to Drive to the address he said. The light of the car began to dim, and through the tea-colored windows, one could see the slightly shining stars and the pedestrians on the road who were anxious to go home. There were different expressions on their faces, including joy, exhaustion, and excitement.The car drove very steadily. When I crossed an overpass, the inside of the car suddenly became dark. My eyes couldn't accept it for a while, but I drove out quickly.I subconsciously looked back to see if the man was better, but he still seemed weak, panting heavily, I looked at his face, and always felt that something was wrong.

The car stopped at an intersection close to the suburbs. It was already very deserted here. The driver took the money, took photos over and over under the dim light, and put it in his pocket with satisfaction.I helped the man out of the car, there were some lights not far away, it seemed that he lived there.Sure enough, he pointed forward with his finger. It was an imaginative red brick building, about four floors, and there was a pharmaceutical factory not far away, maybe this was the staff dormitory built in the factory before.When he walked into the unit building, it was almost completely dark, the corridor was very quiet, and there were no building lights. Fortunately, he lived on the second floor.

The person who opened the door was a woman about his age, with shawl and long hair disheveled behind her head, and a few shallow wrinkles on her broad and high forehead.Her cheeks are very wide on both sides, and her cheekbones are almost invisible. Her rich face and very gentle eyes are a bit like a Buddha.She just casually put on a lace purple pajamas and pulled on her slippers. "It's like this again." The woman muttered, and skillfully took her husband from me. Only then did I realize that the man's thin figure was very ridiculous compared to this tall and strong wife.She threw her husband on the sofa almost like a cargo, and then ran over and brought me a pair of shoes, and warmly invited me into the house.Out of curiosity, I went in.

The house is very small, with insufficient lighting, but it is very clean, without any peculiar smell.You will be very surprised about a person's spatial ability. Some people obviously have a big house, but you still feel small when you walk into his house.Although this home is small, everything is scientifically placed and well organized.If I didn't come in suddenly, it would be relatively spacious here. The small living room can accommodate three people at the same time, and of course it began to warm up slowly.I looked at the wall and found that there were many awards on it, as well as some calligraphy and traditional Chinese paintings.Those calligraphy and paintings are obviously made by children, but they are already a little old-fashioned.The certificates are nothing more than three-good students, small inventors and the like.It seems that the children in this family are very good.

"I made you laugh, my man is very useless, he is not in good health, and there is another problem here." The middle-aged woman tapped her forehead with her fingers, looking very helpless.I wanted to laugh because her posture was exactly the same as her husband's posture before. But I soon stopped laughing.This is a suite with two bedrooms and one living room. I heard the door to the left of the living room slowly open with a creaking sound.I think maybe the child heard our conversation and came out.But what came out was not the lively and lovely child I imagined, but a long and thin arm stretched out from the crack of the door, beckoning to the woman.The woman bounced off the sofa she had just sat on like an electric shock, ran into the kitchen, went in with some tea, and then came out again, her face twitching. "Is the child working hard?" I pointed to the closed door.The woman nodded, but quickly shook her head again. At this time, the drunk man suddenly woke up and sat up. "He is my pride." The man closed his eyes and said proudly, but before he finished speaking, the woman rushed towards him like a raging lioness.The strength of the woman was much greater than that of her husband, and she was caught off guard, and the man was pressed down by the woman as if riding a horse, and the woman stretched out the big and thick fleshy palm of the cattail fan and slapped the man hard. "You still have the nerve to say it in front of outsiders! The child is ruined by you!" The woman gritted her teeth and slapped her man's face while crying. Finally, she stood up sobbing and sat beside her.The man on the sofa slowly got up and rubbed his swollen cheeks. It was as if two pieces of cooked pork were hung on those cheeks.In the dim light, the three of them were silent for a while. "I used to have a very healthy and lovely son, but I don't know what kind of evil he has, and he actually said that he can see people's brains!" The woman said angrily, and I looked at her with great interest. "When the child was three years old, he held his son's head and looked at it every day, which made me shudder. His eyes seemed to be looking at things instead of children." "Finally one day, he suddenly picked up his son and threw him up and down like a lunatic, which made the child cry. I asked him why, but he told me that our son is a genius." The woman's voice trembled suddenly. . "I believed his words, but made an unforgivable mistake. He asked me to go out to work, saying that he had a way of training children to become talents. We were all workers in the pharmaceutical factory here, and our families were not good. We I thought that I would just spend my life like this, waiting to die, and all my hopes were on this child, so I hoped that he would take care of the child, and I would work two more jobs." The woman still said in a low voice, There were some hoarse crying sounds in the words. At this time, the man who had been silent at the side suddenly became energetic. "You know, I don't know when I can really see people's brains, maybe because I have worked in a pharmaceutical factory for a long time, my eyes have changed. I can see their brains through people's eyes , see what part of them is active, see the color of their brain, just like the old horse watchers. I quit my job and went around doing experiments, this kind of experiment is too easy, what is the most on the street? Of course people At most, I looked at their brains everywhere. Do you know? Just imagine, if what you see in your eyes is not a face, but a vivid brain, how would you feel?" He said, One side leaned towards me.His face was a bit ferocious, and it was different from before. Indeed, I couldn't understand what kind of picture the brains of people all over the street looked like. "Of course, this is not enough. I also studied brain medicine by myself and saw a lot of specimens. These things have gradually improved my skills. I began to boldly talk to people, and I found that I can indeed see through people's thoughts, ideas, ideas, and ideas. Mood, etc. At the same time, my eyes also began to change, after looking at many brains, I suddenly thought, why didn’t I look at my own brain?” His lips formed a layer of white foam, like those The undead fish picked up from the lake were foaming like foam. His eyes were completely open and bloodshot, but I didn't notice any difference from mine. "It's strange, I can't see it when I look in the mirror, maybe the mirror can't reflect those things. But I am not reconciled, just being able to understand other people's thoughts is not enough to satisfy my curiosity, so I thought about how to To distinguish the brains of geniuses from the brains of ordinary people. "My eyeballs began to hurt violently. Maybe it was because I overused my eyes. It was very difficult, but I didn't give up. Once I fell down and hit my right brain on the door frame. It was so hard that I passed out immediately and woke up. I couldn't see anything when I came here, I thought I was blind, but after a few days I got better again." "When I saw my wife, I rolled my eyes subconsciously, and I realized that she was startled." His face was getting closer and closer to me, and I wanted to back away, but he held my hand tightly. Sleeves, I turned to look at the woman, hoping she would stop her husband.But I found that when I was engrossed in listening, the middle-aged woman had already left quietly. The chandelier in the living room began to shake under the wind blowing outside the window, and the yellow projection scattered and rippled on the man's face, then slowly stopped and landed on his eyes. "Now, let me see your brain." He smiled and looked at me, I wanted to close my eyes, but I realized that there was someone behind me. A pair of thin and immature hands came around from the back of my head, and I saw those fingers gradually stretching out to the corners of my eyes, as if trying to open the eyes that I tried to close.I began to struggle violently, but it was all in vain. My body and hands were tightly bound by another pair of hands.Looking at the man's approaching eyes on the sofa, I feel like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. The man's eyeballs began to move slowly from side to side, and the rhythm became faster and faster. Suddenly, the whole eyeball turned over, and I saw a pair of red eyes without pupils.But just for a moment, I thought I had an illusion. The arms on my body loosened suddenly, and the man returned to normal, and returned to the sofa with a little disappointment. I panted heavily, and the cold wind dried the sweat on my forehead instantly.When I turned around, the woman had already sent the child into the writing room, closed the door, and sat on the sofa again.I can't say a word, the previous thing seems very short, so short that it never happened. "Your brain is also very average, nothing compared to my son's." The man stretched his waist proudly again, and leaned comfortably on the sofa.The woman sighed and said nothing, letting her husband go on talking. "After I found out that my son's brain is extraordinary, I decided to teach him well. No matter how good the talent is, any thing will degenerate if it is not adjusted. I try my best to guide, but the child keeps saying that I am afraid I lost her son, as if the son is not mine!" The man was very dissatisfied when he spoke, but he kept looking at his wife beside him with the corner of his eyes. "I teach him music, calligraphy, Chinese painting, foreign languages, Mathematical Olympiad, everything, you know, I have seen so many brains, none of them can compare with my son!" The man stretched out his right hand , Thumbs up and shook in front of my eyes. "He's a genius!" The man added, but before he finished speaking, the woman next to him couldn't hold back anymore, and hit the man on the back of the head with a backhand, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground immediately.The woman scolded and took my hand. "I'll show you my son right now, and you'll know after reading it." The woman said with great determination, biting her thick lips.I was suddenly very excited and wanted to see what a real genius looks like. Getting closer to the door, my hands began to ooze sweat, I looked back at the man, he got up, and continued to rub the painful place. The door of the room was opened, and it was very dark inside, with only a small single bed and an old-fashioned desk.There is a guitar and a trumpet hanging on the wall beside the bed, and there is a tall bookshelf in the corner of the room. Although I can't see it clearly, it should be full of books.It was just a few simple things, but the room was already very narrow. The woman and I walked in, and the child stood up immediately. "Why don't you turn on the light?" I asked. "He is afraid of light, afraid of seeing others, and afraid of being seen by others." The poor mother said in a trembling voice, then walked over and hugged the child.I suddenly and vaguely noticed that the child was a little different.The difference lies in his head, which is very big, and it should definitely not be the size of a child's head.like what?Like the guy with the pumpkin head on Halloween. The mother seemed to be whispering to her son, and when the conversation finally came to an end, the woman walked to the wall and turned on the light with a snap.The momentary light made me a little uncomfortable, but when I got used to the light, I couldn't accept what I saw.The child's head was swollen like ET, and the sparse dry yellow hair on his head was dotted like weeds sparsely on the skull. His scalp was almost stretched into a translucent shape, and his long-term lack of exposure to sunlight made his face pale. Even paler, looking at it suddenly, it looks like an over-inflated plastic doll.The fragile and slender neck seemed unable to support the oversized head, as if it would break at any time.What makes me sick even more is that I can almost clearly see the brain where his eyeballs are connected to the nerves, the brain body covered with nerves like silk threads and the brain fluid inside, his brain is not white, but It is red, like a crimson agate, glowing red under the lamp.Is the human brain also classified by color like agate? "He can't stand for too long, he has to lie down most of the time." The mother sighed, let the child lie down, turned off the light, and exited the room with me. "How did it become like this?" I couldn't help asking. "It happened like this about half a year ago. At first he kept complaining of a headache. I thought it was because he was too tired from studying, but slowly his head started to swell. I took it to see many doctors but it didn't help. The idiot also shouted that his son's The brain began to be really developed, developed to the standard of a genius, far surpassing ordinary people. He also said that because of the development of the brain, of course the appearance has changed. He still let the children learn all kinds of things, even more than before, As a result, the child became like this, he dare not go out, he is afraid that others will call him a monster, he can only sit at home every day, read a book, play the guitar, and talk to me less and less, I really don’t know what to do What should I do?" The woman couldn't bear it anymore, and cried. "Why are you crying? It's a good thing. There's no reason for it. When our child becomes the number one person in the world, who will dare to say that he is ugly or like a monster? At that time, many people will come to me to educate them." It’s a child. The child needs to be developed early, otherwise it will become a waste like us, and the color of the brain will change, so it’s okay?” The man shouted plausibly, but he was obviously afraid of a woman’s attack, and stood far away of. The woman wiped her tears with her hands, ignored her husband, and just pulled my sleeve and knelt down. I didn't expect her to be like this, and I was a little overwhelmed, so I just told her to get up quickly. "He said he went to find a reporter, I beg you, if you are, please help me report it, let everyone help cure the child, I don't want him to live in such pain." The woman and I became stubborn, and a Begging me vigorously, I had no choice but to agree to her temporarily. The door of the house opened again, and this time the child walked out carefully holding onto the wall. Like a frightened animal, he just subconsciously walked towards his mother, perhaps hearing her cry made him very sad.However, the long-term immobility and the weight of his head made him walk with poor balance.The mother realized it, and wanted to pick him up, but it was too late, and the child fell down. Although he tried his best to maintain his body, he fell down, and his right brain hit the hard tile on the ground. The woman bounced up from the ground like crazy, shouted the child's nickname and rushed over, the man who shrank to the side also panicked, muttering "Don't knock your head, don't knock yourself into a mentally retarded", Go over and pick up the child. I didn't know what to do, so I just picked up the phone and called 120.The child's weak head couldn't withstand such an impact. His head was broken. This is a very strange phenomenon. I can see the blood of his brain rushing to the gap, like a long-suppressed undercurrent. The wound gradually seeped out and flowed all over the floor.And the child's head seemed to be gradually blurring, gradually becoming unclear.The mother tried hard to press the wound with her hands, and slapped her husband's face while weeping. "It's all your fault, it's all your fault, if the child dies, I will hack you to death!" The man defended vigorously while being whipped, and the child was sent to the hospital amidst the noise. I left that weird family.Half a month later, I visited them again out of curiosity. This time it was a child who opened the door, I almost didn't recognize it.But even though his head was bandaged, I remembered him as the kid with the weird head.But he seems to be back to normal now. "It's you." The savage woman came out in a hurry, wearing a yellow apron that was shining with oil, and walked towards me with her sleeves rolled up.I smiled at her and declined my invitation to go in, just to find out. It turned out that the child gradually returned to normal after that incident, but he forgot all the things he had learned before, and he also lost his extraordinary talent and memory. Those awards were also taken off, and he completely changed from a genius to an ordinary people.And the eccentric man who can peer into human brains is not at home. "He went out. He sighed every day and said that his son was ruined by me, a genius. He went outside every day, pulling passers-by with children everywhere, telling them the color of their children's brains, and their bodies were injured every day. You said If he is like this, can people stop beating him? Hey, I can’t help it, anyway, it’s enough for my son to be better, and I don’t care about him anymore, let him go.” The poor woman put her oily hands on her apron He wiped his face a few times, pulled up his loose hair, and bowed his head in silence. After a short chat, I left the family. Before I left, the cute kid waved at me vigorously. I thought he might not be a genius, but he was a real boy. On the wide sidewalk, a man who was as excited as a lunatic stopped parents with their children, rolled his eyes and asked them: "Do you want to know the brains of your children? Do you want to know if they are geniuses?"