"Did you eat her? Or did she eat you?"

"Overlap? What overlap do you mean, the overlap between the material body and the energy body?"

"Wow, that's interesting. I don't have anything like this in my database."

"Can I touch it and see?"

"Can you let me try to overlap it?"

"Can it be done? Can it be done?"

Boluoge sighed helplessly... He couldn't remember how many times this was his sigh. The Freyas surrounded him, looking around, and their little hands touched here and there dishonestly.

They didn't mean any harm, they were just too curious. If the situation hadn't been so restrictive, Freya might have suggested dismantling themselves. After all, they were undead, so missing arms and legs wouldn't be a big problem.

"Is this a commonality among scholars?" Boluogo couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

"I guess so."

This time, Boluogo's complaints were no longer to himself. Aimu's response came to her mind. She also couldn't stand the enthusiasm of Freya, but fortunately, Boluogo took it on her behalf.

"It is said that many scholars will lose their humanity to a certain extent by the end of their research."

Aimu's voice had a somewhat mysterious flavor, as if he was telling a scary ghost story.

"I can understand."

Boluogo strode forward under the guidance of Freya and others. On the surface, he looked extremely serious and solemn, but only he and Aimu knew that they were chatting happily in their minds.

“Scholars often need to invest a lot of time and energy in research, which to a large extent will cause them to ignore personal emotions and needs,” said Boluogo. “Indulging in it, they neglect socializing with others.

, and even communication with one’s own soul, thus leading to a weakening of the connection with human nature.”

"Withdrawal, disconnection from society, and reduced ability to express interpersonal relationships and emotions."

Aimu responded to Boluogo's words. She felt like she was awakened by Boluogo. She also saw many similar situations in the sublimation furnace core.

The path of a scholar seems to distort human nature little by little, turning them into one freak after another.

"It's more than that."

Burlogo continued to explain, his views clear and careful in his words, like a scholar.

“In the process of research and seeking truth, the requirements for rigor and objectivity will cause scholars to be too calm and rational, ignoring emotions and subjective experiences. They focus too much on data, facts and theories, while ignoring human emotions, values ​​and emotions.

demands, which renders their research unemotional and divorced from the complexity and diversity of human nature.”

"Wow." Aimu was surprised.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that this is not something you can say," Aimu thought for a while, "You are a field employee, not a psychiatrist."

"It just took me a while to learn about it," Burlogo said.

"Why?"

"Maybe there are too many examples around me, which makes me feel confused," Boluogo continued. "Discover the problem, understand the problem, and solve the problem."

Aimu commented, "It sounds really in line with your practicalism."

Boluogo paused and then said, "Teda, Mamo, and the Freya I met not long ago. I mean the real Freya. They are all scholars, and they all have their own research.

Caught in some kind of morbid mania, I wanted to understand them and find a solution."

"Haven't you already solved these problems?" Aimu asked.

"That's not the solution I want," Bologo thought for a while and added, "It's just a victory of swords and a victory of violence. What I want is to solve this problem from their psychological point of view.

.”

"Wow, you actually care about their mental state," Aimu said dryly, not knowing what to say for a moment, "That's so considerate, Boluogo."

"You can be considered half a scholar...it may be more complicated. You don't want me to solve the problem with a sword when you lose control, right?" Boluogo said abruptly.

"ah?"

Boluogo ignored Amu's reaction. He glanced at the Freyas beside him and continued.

"It is easy to say that it is just a lack of individual emotion. In the process of pursuing research results and academic status, many scholars will ignore ethical and moral considerations. In order to achieve their own goals, they may sacrifice the rights and interests of others or use unscrupulous means."

Boluogo's voice became stern, "Human nature and moral bottom line have been completely destroyed."

Aimu fell silent. After hesitating for a while, she whispered, "But sometimes, this is necessary."

Boluogo did not refute her, but his voice became a little weak, "Yes, sometimes abandoning humanity is for greater good."

"Does this confuse you?"

"A little bit," Bologeau said, "so I've been reading some philosophy books lately."

"Anything gained?"

"Hardware? I've been sleeping pretty well lately."

"Ha ha."

Compared with before, Boluogo has indeed become more humorous, and serious topics become more relaxed.

"I saw such a discussion in the book," Boluogo said slowly after laughing. "According to the book, those fanatical scholars did not abandon their humanity, but they just stopped loving others."

"No longer...loving?"

"Yes, they no longer love people, no longer love a small individual, but love all mankind in a macro sense," Bologo said, "For the progress of all mankind, individual suffering can be sacrificed.

For this reason, they would rather sacrifice themselves... They themselves are also small individuals.

It’s like a fanatical sacrifice, using yourself as firewood to fill and burn the fire called humanity.”

"They fell in love with abstract people, not living ones." Aimu said softly.

"For all mankind."

Boluogo repeated what he had said before, and when he mentioned it again, he felt particularly heavy.

"When I learned this, I could suddenly understand the thoughts of these madmen," Bologo laughed at himself. "I always thought that I might be fighting for all mankind, but to be honest, I only know a few people.

Human beings are too grand and ethereal to me. What really drives me is the individuals around me.

But I can understand them and their fanatical and almost crazy behaviors."

Aimu organized his words and said in a joking tone, "It sounds like the greatest scholar will also be the guy who loves all mankind the most, right? There is no personal relationship, no single individual, not even a single person."

He doesn't care about himself either, with an almost savior-like devotion, only looking at all mankind."

Don't love people, but love all mankind.

Aimu suddenly thought of her and Bolog's next actions, the ruins of the ruins they were about to arrive at, and she couldn't help but whisper, "What about King Solomon? Is he such a person?"

Boluogo was stunned by her question. According to the descriptions of the two men, King Solomon undoubtedly fit this description.

"Who knows?" Aimu said mischievously before Boluogo could answer, "Anyway, he is dead. He has been dead for so many years, and even the ruins of the sacred city will disappear completely."

When mentioning these, Aimu became a little sad. Back in the abandoned land, she also caught a glimpse of the ruins of the sacred city from a distance.

It's a fascinating ruin.

It's a pity that even this broken beauty will disappear.

"King Solomon..."

Bologo thought and remembered the purpose of his trip, to recover as much of King Solomon's legacy as possible, and then he remembered the existing technologies that had been utilized.

The public.

Boluogo's heart suddenly became cold, and this reaction was also linked to Aimu's senses. She clearly sensed that something was wrong with Boluogo's situation.

"Maybe... maybe King Solomon is really such a person. He loves all mankind and ignores all individuals, including himself."

Borogo spoke of King Solomon in a firm tone, as if he had known him before.

The multitude is a huge cluster of consciousness that has been kneaded by everyone's will. Isn't this a crazy move for all mankind?

In this united will, there is no longer an individual or not, but only parts one by one, and computing units that are put together one by one.

Gather the power of everyone.

Boluogo felt an inexplicable dizziness. He had never seen King Solomon before, but for a moment it was like he had a deep understanding of King Solomon across time and space.

"Why are you so sure?" Aimu asked.

"Just like Irwin said, works are a reflection of the author's personality, so the scholar's creations should also reflect part of the scholar's thoughts." Bologna took Amu as an example, "Just like you, your existence is TEDA's

Reflection, the reflection of his twisted love."

Boluogo's pace quickened a bit. He couldn't wait to go deep into the holy city, trying to find clues about King Solomon from the dusty ruins.

For this person who existed in the past and had a major impact on changes in the entire world line, Boluogo was eager to piece together his true appearance from the broken fragments.

Aimu didn't say much anymore. She was also troubled by a question, which was what Boluogo proposed, love for others and love for all mankind.

In Boluogo's perception, the two are like two ends of a scale, either one is high or the other is low. They seem to be contradictory. When you love all mankind, you will inevitably ignore the existence of individuals, and

When you are obsessed with individuals, you often become indifferent to the survival of all mankind.

Aimu believes that the two should not be contradictory, but complementary.

She felt that she might be a greedy guy and that both the individual and all mankind should be saved.

It's just that Aimu didn't know how to tell this to Boluogo, and even the person who asked the questions couldn't figure out some of the questions.
To be continued...