Roommate split personality how to do?

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Jiang Shangxian seemed to accept these compliments to his son calmly, but the hands in the sleeves betrayed him, because of excessive force, the edge of the robe was wrinkled by him.

Despite his efforts, he still couldn't hide the pride in his eyes: "Then how does Mr. Cheng want to prove my son's genius?"

Cheng Yan stepped forward, pretending to be a little excited, held Jiang Shangxian's shoulder, and said, "I hope to bring Master Xuanzi on a TV show, so that more people will know that he has a pair of divine eyes. Mr. Jiang, Master Xuanzi What? Is he here?"

As he spoke, he pushed the door of the room he had entered before.

The door was not locked and was pushed open.At this time, there were no candles in the room, and the windows were open, allowing the sunlight to come in. The child was wearing normal clothes and was painting and drawing on the floor.

Under Cheng Yan's signal, Li Dongxing walked in without waiting for Jiang Shangxian to speak, and called softly, "Master?"

The child was still lying on the same spot, concentrating on drawing, and ignored him.

The room is not quite the same as it was when the lights were turned off. The candlesticks were placed in the corner, and the shadow of the crystal ball disappeared. There was a mess of children's books scattered on the carpet. A few art books were particularly eye-catching, and there were some other small things. Toys, a few sets of building blocks, a large box of crayons, and a tablet computer with headphones plugged in, it looks like an ordinary children's room.

Cheng Yan wrote down what he saw one by one, and laughed secretly in his heart. He really didn't know how those believers who took each master by mouth would feel when they saw Jiang Zhongmao now.

"Amao?" Jiang Shangxian yelled, and worried about the presence of Li Dongxing and Cheng Yan, he coughed, "Master, these two friends said they want to take you outside to play, there may be some people who don't know, ask you some problems……"

"No." Someone said decisively from behind.

Jiang Shangxian turned his head back, flinched slightly in embarrassment, and whispered: "A Ping, you came back so early today."

Before Lu Ping had time to change into that sack suit, under a professional skirt, her facial features were not so bland, but rather shrewd.She glanced at Cheng Yan and Li Dongxing, and without deliberately putting on the airy tone at that time, she said directly, "You two gentlemen, my son has a special status, and he won't show his face casually."

Jiang Shangxian's voice was much softer than before: "But Mr. Cheng said that he can prove Ah Mao's ability..."

Lu Ping glared at him, and said resolutely, "Master Xuanzi's God's Eye has been witnessed by so many believers, why do we need extra proof?"

Jiang Shangxian opened his mouth and stopped talking.

Cheng Yan took a step forward, barely blocking Lu Ping's gaze at Jiang Zhongmao, and said casually: "Ms. Lu is wrong. Master has the eyes of God, how many people can this power help? As a master Mother, don't you want more believers to understand the master, be touched and influenced by the master's divine power, and join this big family?"

Jiang Shangxian nodded frequently beside him, and said, "A Ping, A Mao is chosen by the gods, and his power should not be limited by us."

"Stop talking." Lu Ping raised her chin at him, controlled the trace of impatience on her face, and turned to Cheng Yan, "Mr. Cheng, what do you mean?"

Cheng Yan grinned: "I'm a scientist, but I can also be a businessman. Ms. Lu is so smart, how could she not see how good the proper publicity is for you and your son?"

Lu Ping pursed her lips, her thin jaw tensed.After a while, she relaxed a bit and said, "Yes, but I have to decide the date, and I will be in charge of all procedures, and I will go with my son when the time comes."

"Deal." Cheng Yan was overjoyed, and extended his hand to her to shake, "It's a pleasant cooperation."

After finishing speaking here, he turned and tilted his head.

Li Dongxing put down the toy he was holding, stood up from Jiang Zhongmao, and stood beside Cheng Yan as if nothing had happened.

With just one glance, the two knew from the other's expression that they both found the part of the clue they wanted.

☆, God's Eye ([-])

In the afternoon three days later, in the community where Jiang's family is located.

The temperature in the afternoon of early spring has gradually warmed up. Li Dongxing only wore a light blue pinstriped shirt and a V-neck sweater vest over it, and stood at the same position as the first station he came to.Cheng Yan picked out the clothes for him in advance, and Cheng Yan didn't allow him to wear the sweater last time to go out.He didn't come to fight and pick trouble, nor did he come to do black jobs like kidnapping.That woman was a very shrewd businessman, if Li Dongxing's performance was a little unconvincing, the plan would not be able to proceed smoothly.

There was also a man standing beside Li Dongxing.The man was wearing a bright green ski jacket, and his hair was rarely combed very smoothly.He seemed much more nervous than Li Dongxing, turning his thin, slightly forward neck every minute, making a sound like a creaking axle running out of fuel.He wears a hand-held video camera on his chest, but judging from his gestures, it's hard to say he's familiar with the equipment himself.He rubbed the side of the camera with the palm of his hand, the black plastic body was rubbed with sweat, and the camera was still facing his chest, but he didn't realize it.

For Xue Zhan, standing next to Li Dongxing for a whole afternoon may be more difficult than asking him to complete the task itself.

Over the years, he is used to listening to brother Wang's command.Wang Shasha is his boss and his best brother. Wang Shasha points to the east, and Xue Zhan never dares to go west.Wang Shasha asked him to send flowers to Mu Mu every day, and he would go there rain or shine; Wang Shasha said that there was no need to send flowers, and he came out to do something else today, so he came without saying a word.It's just that Xue Zhan still has a knot in his heart.Brother Wang asked him to listen to Li Dongxing's words, but he was really reluctant.He always felt that Li Dongxing was not kind to Wang Shasha back then, and he never looked at them directly.They were not the same people, even if Li Dongxing had helped him by letting him go before, he couldn't have much affection for this enemy from the student days.

Xue Zhan is used to being a younger brother, but he still thinks he has backbone.He was willing to come out to cooperate with Li Dongxing, all because of Brother Wang's face.It was not easy for Wang Ge, for the sake of the woman he loved, he had to bow down to Li Dongxing and the others.Xue Zhan sympathized with Wang Shasha, but at the same time made up his mind to support Brother Wang with his mighty and unyielding loyalty.His only boss is Wang Shasha, and this time he is also in order to help Wang Shasha, so he humiliates and acts as a subordinate to the enemy.

When he thought about it, his hunched back became straighter, and he held the camera tightly as if holding a self-defense weapon. He raised his head and looked downstairs with Li Dongxing.

It was almost the appointed time, Li Dongxing looked at the watch on his wrist, and frowned slightly.He looked much calmer than Xue Zhan, but no one could see that the part of his back covered by the sweater had already dripped a thin layer of sweat.

Brother has been up for 10 minutes.Cheng Yan didn't give him a signal, which meant that nothing went wrong with the negotiation with the couple.

Just when Li Dongxing was thinking about whether to contact Cheng Yan, two people came out of the building.

Lu Ping was wearing a pink dress, her long yellow hair was tied in a tight bun behind her head, her thin lips were painted red, it looked like she had been carefully groomed.She looked like a star out on the street, with a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, she looked around as soon as she went out, maybe it was too hot, so she raised a hand and slapped her in front of her.

There was a big bag hanging in the crook of her right arm. It was bulging inside. I wonder if it contained the sacks they usually wear.And the child she is holding with her left hand is Jiang Zhongmao.Probably for going out, the child is much more normal today, wearing a light yellow cardigan and carrying a boxy blue schoolbag, no different from ordinary elementary school students walking on the street.Lu Ping said a few words to him, but he acted as if he didn't hear him, he was still dumbfounded, he just stared at the ground under his feet when he was walking, and he didn't even look up when he passed by the fragrant dim sum shop.

Seeing Lu Ping turned her head to look over, Li Dongxing put on a smiling face and greeted her warmly, "Ms. Lu."

"Who are you, the one who came with Mr. Cheng last time?" Lu Ping took off her sunglasses, her gaze slid around Li Dongxing's face, and then quickly moved away, looking at Xue Zhan, "He What? From the radio station?"

Xue Zhan quickly raised the camera, and was glanced at by Li Dongxing, only to realize that he hadn't taken off the cover, so he quickly took off the cover of the camera again, and stammered, "Yes... yes, I took pictures... no, I took pictures .”

Li Dongxing patted him on the shoulder, smiled apologetically at Lu Ping, and said, "Ms. Lu, I'm sorry, this friend has long admired the reputation of the Eye of God, and I heard that this time he is here to pick up Master Xuanzi. Been excited all day."

As he spoke, he deliberately brushed Xue Zhan's lapel, so that Lu Ping could clearly see the badges on Xue Zhan and himself.

These believer badges were borrowed from a few students in his class in advance. Those students all heard Jiang Shangxian's lectures, but they all thought that the protector's lectures were too mysterious and useless, and the money was too expensive. I don't ask for much, so I haven't been developed into a loyal fan.Hearing Li Dongxing's mention, many of them still felt embarrassed, and repeatedly stated that they were not really superstitious, but were temporarily confused by Master Xuanzi's so-called superpowers. In order to show their sincerity, they took the initiative to hand in their badges to Li Dongxing.

Sure enough, Lu Ping was quite satisfied with the sincerity shown by the two of them. She raised her chin, stroked her hair for the camera, and told Xue Zhan to take a good shot, and then threw the big bag in Li Dongxing's arms.

Li Dongxing padded the weight of the bag, which was quite heavy.

They walked together to a white van parked in a hidden place at the gate of the community. Xue Zhan sat in the driver's seat first, Li Dongxing put the bag on the back seat, turned around and stretched out his hand, first took Jiang Zhongmao's hand, and pulled the child into the car to settle down .

Lu Ping planned to go up, but at this moment, another car stopped beside the van, someone got out of the car, and walked towards them quickly.

"You are Lu Ping, right?" The man in a blue police uniform patted Lu Ping on the shoulder, pressed the brim of his hat and said, "I need you."

Lu Ping turned her head and saw that the person looking for her was a policeman. She was taken aback, but quickly managed to regain her composure and said, "Mr. Police Officer, what's the matter?"

Wang Shasha tidied up and was quite imposing. He glanced at Jiang Zhongmao in the car and said, "This is your son?"

Lu Ping hurriedly said, "Of course."

Wang Shasha put one hand on the door of the van, scratched his cheek with the other hand, and said, "Let's put it this way, someone reported an illegal child in your family. We checked in advance, and this child is called Jiang Zhongmao. Jiangcheng Experimental Primary School is in the third grade. But since the last semester, he hasn't been to school much, and he hasn't shown up this semester. His class teacher thinks it's weird, and no one knows that he doesn't come to school The reason. In addition, your neighbors said that they have almost never seen this child go out, and sometimes there will be strange noises from your house in the middle of the night. We have no choice. If you don’t come, please go to the bureau.”

Listening to what he said, Lu Ping's complexion changed little by little, and her thick pink face couldn't hide the purple swell underneath.Her shriveled chest rose and fell like a frog about to croak, but she restrained herself after a few seconds and said loudly: "Officer, since you said you checked it, you should know that Amao is my real son." , we have our own reasons for not going to school, it’s not up to passers-by or the police to make irresponsible remarks, right?”

Wang Shasha made a "tsk", moved his hand scratching his face to his belt, touched the handcuffs hanging around his waist as if nothing, and said, "This is a bit difficult. According to the procedure, your son still has to be handcuffed." He was taken to the hospital first, checked, and after confirming whether there were any signs of abuse, he would then decide the nature of the matter. This paternity test is also required. Whether it is child abduction or child abuse, we will definitely make it clear. , I will never wrong you."

His tone was amiable, but what he said seemed to confirm that Jiang Zhongmao had been abused. Lu Ping's teeth were trembling, and she kept biting her lower lip. Lipstick stained the tips of her upper teeth red.She glanced at her son, narrowed her eyes suddenly, and said loudly, "Okay, I don't think you are a real policeman. I want to see who is going to trip us up?"

Wang Shasha stared at her eyes, as if she didn't expect the woman to bite back, and said to let her wait, while groping her body with both hands.

Xue Zhan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, stretched out his arms instinctively, trying to help Wang Shasha find a mate, but Li Dongxing grabbed him in time.Fortunately, there were seats in the way, so Lu Ping didn't see their small movements.Lu Ping's accusations were half right and half wrong, and Wang Shasha's reasons for arresting her were not strong enough. This was not the time to expose that they were fellow travelers.

"Ms. Lu, this matter is a bit difficult." Li Dongxing sighed at the right time, "Your son is going to be on the show, and the public image is very important. Such a field."

He frowned, and secretly pulled Xue Zhan's sleeve.

After hearing what he said, Lu Ping immediately noticed the camera in Xue Zhan's hand, her face turned pale, and she raised her hand to block Xue Zhan's camera, yelling, "No filming, no filming of this part." , delete them all for me."

Xue Zhan didn't do it for nothing for so many years, how could he let a skinny woman snatch what was in his hand? He held the camera in one hand, shrank his body back, and directly pinched Lu Ping's waist with the other hand. Forearm, push the person out.

At this time, Wang Shasha finally took out his ID from his trouser pocket, waved it in front of Lu Ping in a businesslike manner, and pressed Lu Ping's shoulder weakly, and said softly and forcefully: "I advise you to cooperate, this matter needs to be investigated. I know it won't be long, they are all people who rely on their face to make a living, if you make a big deal, who will benefit from spreading the word?"

Lu Ping stared at Xue Zhan for a while, realized that it was useless, and then glanced at Li Dongxing.

Li Dongxing put on the innocent expression he is best at, and said rather embarrassedly: "Ms. Lu, they are from the radio station. The conflict between Master Xuanzi's family and the police may also be a good news material."

Xue Zhan nodded frantically behind the camera.

Wang Shasha followed suit, with an attitude that he enforced the law impartially and didn't care if the masses wanted to shoot.

Every nerve on Lu Ping's face was seesawing, and the veins on her neck were throbbing faintly. After a while, she seemed to accept her fate, and glanced back at her son, her voice trailed off: "What about my son? "

Wang Shasha patted his chest and promised: "Your son will be sent to the hospital by my colleagues. Don't worry, if there is no problem after the investigation, I will send him home personally."

Lu Ping followed Wang Shasha and left. Li Dongxing glanced at Jiang Zhongmao, and found that the child was still bowing his head, with both hands silently buckling the strap of his schoolbag, without saying a word during the whole process.

"Oh, my hands are sore. Hey, I just forgot to press the switch." Xue Zhan put down the camera, saw the dim light beside the lens, rubbed his neck in embarrassment, and glanced at Li Dongxing.

Fortunately, Lu Ping had a guilty conscience before, so she didn't see this big flaw.

"Thank you, thanks for your help today." Li Dongxing said something, bowed his head to fasten Jiang Zhongmao's seat belt, "I would like to trouble you to take us back to the mental health center."

Xue Zhan was a little flattered when he heard the thank you at first, but he didn't want to show it. He touched his neck more frequently, and muttered: "I didn't expect that a decent person like you... would still talk nonsense." Pretty slippery."

Praising him will deceive people, is it a compliment?

Li Dongxing blinked.

He was not much more relaxed than Xue Zhan just now, and acting is really not his strong point.Fortunately, this set of arguments was discussed between him and Cheng Yan. Cheng Yan was sure that people like Lu Ping, who are very business-minded, must know how to judge the situation. Once they find out that Xue Zhan is shooting, they will not risk their reputation. In turn, the risk of affecting interests is head-to-head with the police.They rehearsed their lines several times before and after, Cheng Yan did not forget to do Li Dongxing's psychological work, and told him that when dealing with liars, one should treat them the same way as others, and let them taste the taste of being duped.

As for Jiang Shangxian, it seems that he is not as strong as Lu Ping, but it seems that he is not so easy to deal with.

When Li Dongxing took Jiang Zhongmao to the mental health center for an examination, Cheng Yan stayed at Jiang's house.

It was Li Dongxing's suggestion that Jiang Zhongmao should keep Jiang Shangxian a secret about Jiang Zhongmao's inspection.He said that he felt a fanaticism in Jiang Shangxian's eyes that was completely different from Lu Ping's.This man may be an idealist, and exposing his negative image to the public may not have a deterrent effect on such a person. If Jiang Shangxian learns that the police are going to take Amao away, he may not be as obedient as Lu Ping.In order to keep the plan from being hindered, Cheng Yan decided to chat with Jiang Shangxian again, delaying the time while making clichés.

Jiang Shangxian led Cheng Yan into his study.

This is the third room of Jiang's family that Cheng Yan entered.This room is completely different from the outside, with normal decoration, bright and clean windows, solid wood flooring, a spacious desk in the middle, and a large bookcase that occupies an entire wall behind it.

It looks more like an elementary school principal's office than a working family's private study.Cheng Yan couldn't help feeling that even he, a university researcher, didn't have such a decent study in his home.His lack of attachment to things outside his body is also reflected in books. He borrows the books he wants to read, buys them when he can’t borrow them, and sells them if he wants to move. Except for reference books that need to be flipped through at hand, it is best to keep a clean house. No.

Li Dongxing and Cheng Yan are the exact opposite.That kid seems to have a hoarding habit, moving things home every three days.Cheng Yan went to Li Dongxing's room, but almost didn't come out, it was still his original empty room.Li Dongxing likes to read books very much. Most of them are second-hand collected from second-hand bookstalls and neatly stacked in the small bookcase he assembled.In addition to books, there are many old things on his site, many of which Cheng Yan cleaned up from his home or laboratory, Cheng Yan naturally planned to throw them away, and anyone would pick them up like a treasure for Li Dongxing. When I went back, I tidied up happily and put everything away.

Even the broken tennis ball that was bitten by A Dong was washed by Li Dongxing and placed on the bedside table, wishing to take a look at it every night before going to bed.

Cheng Yan once laughed at him, picking up trash is obviously something that older people like to do, Li Dongxing is such a good young man, how can he be such a mother-in-law when dealing with things.Li Dongxing smiled without saying a word, turned his head and hugged the pile of rubbish happily.Not only the main personality, but every personality of Li Dongxing is reluctant to throw things away. Everyone has their own little treasure house in the house.

Later, Cheng Yan once again saw Xiaowei rubbing the remote control plane he bought there, and he was so absorbed in it, that happiness seemed to fill every strand of his hair, even Cheng Yan could feel it.He suddenly realized that the reason why Li Dongxing treasured these seemingly worthless items that could not speak or move was probably because he had too little in the first half of his life.

Cheng Yan will never forget that when Li Dongxing first moved into his house, he was almost alone.His house may be the closest to home that Li Dongxing has found so far, and it was finally able to be decorated and stuffed according to his temperament.Thinking about it this way, he didn't care about those miscellaneous items piled up in his house. He watched Li Dongxing fill up his room, then spread his habit of hoarding to the kitchen, to the living room, and finally even sneaked into Cheng Yan's room. He placed a few pots of plants, but he turned a blind eye and let his junior be happy.

I don't know if Jiang Shangxian and Li Dongxing belong to the same kind of people in front of him. The books on the shelf, from the complete explanation of the Book of Changes to European medieval culture, are all available.The books are half new and not old. I don't know if they are old when I first bought them, or they have been read too many times by the owner.

Cheng Yan had to admit that whether it was pretending or really, Jiang Shangxian was a bit of a cultured person.

"Mr. Cheng, you don't know how happy I am." The man sat down at the desk, clasped his fingers in front of him, and looked at Cheng Yan excitedly, "I always knew that my son was chosen by heaven. A person who has awakened divine power."

☆、God's Eye ([-])

Cheng Yan sat down opposite Jiang Shangxian, his eyes continued to linger on the books on the shelf, and he asked casually, "Mr. Jiang, what do you think is extraordinary about your son?"

Jiang Shangxian leaned forward, pointed to his eye sockets, and said, "He has a pair of divine eyes."

Cheng Yan asked flatly, "What kind of eyes are the eyes of God?"

His tone is the same as asking students to define an academic term in class.

"Mr. Cheng, you still don't really believe it." Jiang Shangxian saw Cheng Yan's indifference, but he didn't show any anger, instead his eyes shone with excitement, "It doesn't matter, if the existence of God is so easy to be The world understands, so why does it need Jesus to preach?"

Cheng Yan looked away, glanced at Jiang Shangxian, and said, "You regard your son as a god, but you yourself are a prophet."

Jiang Shangxian chuckled, opened his hands, as if to embrace the air in the room, and murmured: "Mr. Cheng, you are a scholar, you should know how vast and magical the world we live in, we humans can understand The part of it is so insignificant compared to its existence itself. I have always respected you, because I know that we have a common characteristic. We are all in awe of the unknown."

Cheng Yan curled his lips and said, "I'm just interested."

Jiang Shangxian didn't care about his attitude at all. With an almost kind smile on his face, he continued to himself: "The human mind is small, which is reflected in the fact that their cognition is deeply limited by time and space. Everyone is a frog in a well. They can only see a small area in front of them, living a simple yesterday, today and tomorrow. They cannot detach themselves from their own existence. God is God because he is omniscient. No matter what his name is, Yahweh, The sun god, or the Buddha...he can see far beyond himself."

Cheng Yan: "Just like your son."

"Maybe it's not just my son." Jiang Shangxian's voice fell into a certain illusory situation, "Or, when Amao wakes up, he is not just my son. He has become a symbol. Or, A bridge. His ability is to allow us humans to peek into the unknown passage, and it is a starting point for humans to go to a higher space." He suddenly changed the subject, and his eyes fixed on Cheng Yan, "Mr. Cheng, have you ever Is that feeling? Life is like a four-sided wall built around you, constantly squeezing, making you more and more out of breath. You struggle desperately, but you are so powerless. The more you live, the more cramped you are , seeing no way out."

Cheng Yan felt that he should cooperate, so he said: "Yes. For a while, I felt that I was nothing, nothing. At that time, even my parents didn't care about me, and I really doubted the meaning of life."

"It's so pitiful." Jiang Shangxian squinted his eyes, and Cheng Yan wasn't sure if he was really sympathizing with himself, or just pretending, "What if at that moment, you found yourself possessing something that others can't imagine? It's a lump Fire, a ray of light, a door—to guide you to see clearly the world you exist in, no, even to help you go beyond this world and yourself. You will find that your pain is meaningless at all. It does not Worth your troubles. From now on your life has a whole new definition, and you are saved."

This statement is really getting more and more evil.Cheng Yan clearly saw the two fires burning in the man's eyes, which were the essence of his spirit, which had reached the edge of danger.Is Jiang Shangxian too involved in the drama, or has he really gone mad?

"What you said is your son's ability." He looked directly at Jiang Shangxian and said.

"Yes. Amao's talent has completely changed me, and I also want him to help more poor people and change their lives." Jiang Shangxian supported the table with both hands, leaned forward, deliberately lowered his voice, but still couldn't hide it. Excited, "He's special."

Cheng Yan tapped the table twice with his fingertips and said, "He is indeed special."

Jiang Shangxian grinned.

Cheng Yan continued: "However, is special necessarily better?"

Jiang Shangxian's half smile froze, and he said, "What do you mean?"

There was hardly any emotion on Cheng Yan's face, and he said slowly: "Human beings as a group have a lot in common. Most of us are similar, you can say it's mediocre. And the other part of them , they are different in some way. Such people, due to the human nature of rejecting others, are more inclined to regard them as outliers than to worship these outliers. To put it more directly, the public will regard them as As a lunatic, or a sick person."

Jiang Shangxian stood up suddenly, clasped the edge of the table with both hands, his throat seemed to be choked, and made a hissing sound: "You say my son is a lunatic?"

Cheng Yan shook his head: "That's not true. Your son is just a minority of outliers. His brain is indeed different from most people's."

Jiang Shangxian felt relieved, but looked at Cheng Yan with guarded eyes: "You said that my son has superpowers."

"People like your son are indeed very rare." Cheng Yan stood up as he spoke, and looked Jiang Shangxian at the same level. "You said that he can see things that others can't, and it's probably true."

Before Jiang Shangxian had time to be proud, his illusion was shattered by what Cheng Yan said next.

"There are some people in this world whose sensory systems are different from others. For ordinary people, what they see is what they hear, and what they hear is what they see. They don't see certain sounds or hear certain images." Cheng Yan walked to the corner of the table, took out a pen from the pen holder at hand, and tapped the jade paperweight.

He knocked very rhythmically, and he could vaguely hear the rhythm similar to that of Ode to Joy.

"Like this, it stands to reason that a vibration of a certain frequency will stimulate your eardrum, and the signal will be transmitted to the auditory cortex through the ear, allowing you to hear this sound." He looked up at the world map hanging on the side wall, "But otherwise For some people, the sound activates their visual cortex. A certain frequency will make them see a corresponding color, which is similar to seeing a certain color. In this way, the combination of sounds of different frequencies is Might show them a map."

Jiang Shangxian tried his best to show interest, and said: "Others listen to Ode to Joy, and they see a map, which is interesting."

Cheng Yan took the pen and turned it around a few times in his hand.He knew that Jiang Shangxian hadn't figured out his intentions yet, and only regarded him as an old pedant who suddenly talked about popular science.

"Similar people appear all over the world. There was once a man who didn't learn any mathematics, but could memorize thousands of digits of pi just by looking at it once. People initially regarded him as a genius with extraordinary memory, but later discovered that in In his sensory system, he perceives different numbers as pixels of different colors, and thousands of digits become a picture in front of his eyes. If one or several digits are wrong, the picture will appear Finding the difference between two paintings is much easier than memorizing a long series of infinite non-repeating decimals. These cross-channel perceptual fusion people are called synaesthetes in the academic circle." He said Inserting the pen into the pen holder, turning his head, he said to Jiang Shangxian, "Since someone can see pi as a picture, do you think it is possible that someone can see other things as a picture?"

Jiang Shangxian's eyes followed Cheng Yan without blinking, his nostrils contracted slightly, as if he was full of guard: "What does what you said have anything to do with my son?"

Cheng Yan withdrew his hand, slanted it into his trouser pocket, and said, "Your son is most likely a synesthete."

Jiang Shangxian laughed a few times: "Mr. Cheng, is this your scientific explanation? No matter whether my son is a synaesthete or not, he can see things that others cannot. He still has the eyes of God."

Cheng Yan stared at him closely, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "But, Mr. Jiang, you said that the so-called God's Eye refers to omniscience and omnipotence, knowing that ordinary people can't know, such as seeing through the soul with one glance, or seeing through the future, right? If Jiang Zhongmao What the kid sees is only what others can hear, so is his God's Eye a false god?"

Jiang Shangxian retracted his ten fingers on the table, sweat dripped from his forehead, he gritted his teeth and said, "Amao is looking at a crystal ball, and you have seen it with your own eyes."

"I saw something else." This is what Cheng Yan was waiting for, and he walked out the door as he spoke, through the empty living room, and walked to the room where Jiang Zhongmao and Jiang Shangxian usually show crystal balls to others. In front of the house.

There is a pile of sundries scattered on the ground, and a half-person-high cabinet stands in the corner, with the candlesticks on the side.Cheng Yan had just seen with his own eyes how Lu Ping cleaned up. He walked over quickly, knelt down on one knee, and opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet.There were two water planets inside, Cheng Yan didn't touch them, but took out the glove from the center of the crystal ball.

He picked up the glove, and from under it fell a small tangle of wires, followed by a thumb-length MP3-like device with a pair of headphones plugged into it.He motioned Jiang Shangxian to put on the gloves, then handed over the earphones, and turned around and said, "Try it yourself."

From the moment he put on the gloves, Jiang Shangxian's color changed a little. After plugging in the earphones, his face seemed to be scalded on a red-hot iron plate. While the blood was rushing up, his facial features were distorted. .

"There's a sound, right? Let me guess, isn't it similar to a heartbeat?" Cheng Yan rubbed the MP3 player. He didn't try it himself, but he was quite confident in the results of the experiment. "I just checked, and this thing is almost An upgraded version of the portable stethoscope. When your son sits in the room and tells other people's fortune, does he wear this pair of earphones? What the hell does the child say, help him focus? Mr. Jiang, if your son really has the eyes of God, What is he using this for? In fact, he didn’t look at the crystal ball at all, right? What kind of eyes of God, if you have to say, he is also the ear of God, right?”

Jiang Shangxian's lips trembled a few times, as if he felt that what was plugged into his earhole was not an earphone, but a poisonous snake. He pulled out the earphone cable, threw it on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "So what if he heard it? He can still hear it." See through the mind..."

Cheng Yan patted the ashes on his hands, stood up and said, "It's not that bad. It's just that a person's heartbeat is regulated by hormone levels, which can reveal enough information in itself, including whether a person is depressed, whether he is nervous, or... …Ahem, are you falling in love.” As soon as he said this, his heartbeat still accelerated obviously. Fortunately, there was no synesthetes monitoring his heart rate at the moment, “The sounds of different rhythms that your son heard happened to be Different colors, all he did was to draw what he heard. As for the next explanation, I’m afraid it’s his mother or you’s far-fetched. When he was very young, he should have heard the sound as a picture , Have you expressed it to you? You either ignored it at the time, or you took it as a divine power in wishful thinking. You don’t even think about it. If your son can really read people’s hearts, why didn’t he say something more specific? Let me answer you, That's because the heart rate can only tell him so much. Oh, if you look at it this way, isn't your son able to do as much as an experienced old Chinese medicine doctor? Chinese medicine can at least treat diseases by feeling the pulse The kid Jiang Zhongmao is probably a good visual ECG recorder."

His tone was understated, which almost completely defeated Jiang Shangxian's last confidence.

The gentle outer skin of the man's face seemed to be torn apart by the emotions that rushed out from within.He raised his right hand, pointed at Cheng Yan with trembling fingers, and said, "Did you do it on purpose? You deliberately abused my son and called him worthless, isn't it because of jealousy? Jealous that he has abilities that you ordinary idiots don't have?" ?”

Cheng Yan pushed Jiang Shangxian's finger away, and said almost pitifully: