Blue and White Society

  Chapter 659 Where is the body

  Re-learning is still very difficult, and I forgot it too thoroughly.

  If you have reservations, the damage will not be high. If you want to hit the full damage, it will be the same as never learning.

  Being an idiot feels bad, and there are many non-specific side effects of forgetting knowledge.

  Except for literacy, Mo Poor is like someone who has never read a book, even worse than when he didn't join the Blue and White Club.

  It's like nine years of compulsory education, and I took Chinese class...

  This has a huge impact on the shaping of character. The ignorant is fearless. He first loses his awe of nature, and then all his judgments on things rely on intuition and experience.

  It's like the iron ball experiment. Mo Poor will now think that the big iron ball hits the ground first, and there are hot and cold water. He will think that cold water is easier to freeze.

  Lack of knowledge made Mo Poor face problems as if his brain was rusted, which indirectly slowed his reaction, his thinking mode, and even his sense of crisis.

  Of course, even so, the members are still members, and what really maintains their beliefs is not scientific knowledge, and the knowledge related to containment is still retained.

   It’s just that it’s a bit troublesome to re-learn. Even with the state of taffi stone, the huge amount of knowledge lost is enough for them to study slowly.

   In the three years of Limit Island, they only spent nearly a year learning theoretical knowledge. They are extremely talented, and their talents have been strengthened by more than ten times with Taaffey Stone.

   That is to say, if they want to restore the amount of knowledge they had in the past, they have to study for at least one year. This is a conservative estimate, because the lost knowledge also includes what Mo Poor and the others learned in school.

  For others, it would take at least ten to twenty years to learn so much knowledge.

  Crossing the Buddha's feet at the moment, Mo Qionggou and the others are also relying on their memory to memorize some dead things.

  It mainly revolves around knowledge related to fine structure constants, which is the most cost-effective.

  A ‘1/137’ has a power of 0.0008 Newton.

   If you memorize the sentence "the ratio of the speed of electrons in the first Bohr orbit to the speed of light in vacuum is about 1/137", then it has the power of 0.01 Newton, which can punch a big hole in the white cloth ghost.

   That is to say, a volley of a hundred people can kill a white cloth ghost in seconds.

  If you fully memorize and understand the derivation formula of the fine structure constant and related theories, then one blow can kill one, and there is overflow.

  It's a pity that the complete body of this knowledge has too many pre-requisite knowledge points. It takes at least two days for even a member to learn from a mathematical idiot who has forgotten the four arithmetic operations to a thorough understanding of fine structure constants.

  For others, one month is indispensable.

  So choose a compromise, memorizing that sentence is the most cost-effective.

   "Listen, you send an army now, don't think about this Euler's manuscript, you can't learn it, let your people memorize this sentence." Mo Poor took a small note to Hatu.

  Ha Tu put it away like a treasure, and looked at the line of thirty-four characters above.

   It can be said that you know every word, but you don’t know all the words together.

  It was so obscure that he couldn't even read it well, but it didn't matter, it was treated as an exorcism.

   "I got it!" Ha Tu read this sentence repeatedly, while riding a fast horse to Yangzhou.

   I have to say that it is not easy to memorize this sentence, especially if you don’t understand its meaning.

  In these days, it is difficult to find someone who can memorize this sentence in a minute. It takes five to ten minutes for ordinary people to concentrate, and it may take longer for some idiots.

   And it is especially easy to misremember or forget.

   This is not a question of intelligence, but memorizing something that I don't understand at all, just like letting someone memorize a bunch of meaningless and obscure words.

  For the ancients, memorizing these 34 characters is more difficult than memorizing the first 34 elements of the periodic table for junior high school students.

   "Adams, how are you?" Jiang Long said.

  Everyone jotted down something casually, which was considered a temporary supplement of ammunition, and then rushed into the manor together to exchange horns with Adams.

   There are not many white cloth ghosts left, only a handful.

   "Standard field!" Adams fought fiercely for a long time, and now he didn't bother to use fancy flying swords, and directly spit at a white cloth ghost.

  Seeing that Adams saliva attacked and wiped out the last one in sight, Lord Gou glanced around and said, "Have you killed all the little ones?"

  He didn't ask how many are left, this is the impact of lack of knowledge, he didn't care about the specific concept of how many, and he was not sensitive to numbers.

  Adams said: "Quickly, according to my statistics, there are 128 dead in the Liu family, 119 of Qian Baihu's subordinates, 109 of nearby tenant farmers, and 9 of Hatu's subordinates, for a total of 365 deaths."

   "And Jiang Long killed 51 white cloths, and Mo Poor killed 70... Lord Gou killed..."

   "Shut up!" Master Gou counted with his fingers and shouted directly.

  Adams laughed and said: "Okay, okay, anyway, it is conservatively estimated that there should be three more, and they are probably hidden underground."

   White cloth cannot be sensed, so the best metal in Adams' hands turned into a three-meter-long shovel, digging the ground there.

  He tried his best to keep within two meters without blind spots.

  Mo Poor helped dig the ground, his ability to dig the ground is naturally very powerful, and the speed is suddenly much faster.

   Lowering the altitude step by step, waiting for the last three to surprise them.

  'Patter! ’ Lord Gou stepped on the air, observing the huge white cloth body that had never been moved.

  Under the moonlight, the shadow behind it looked really scary.

  It seemed as if hundreds of headless black shadows were huddled together, struggling in an unusually twisted manner, looking very depressed.

   "Damn it!" Master Gou cursed, seeing these shadows, he thought of Lin Guang who had just died.

   "This kid is not bad. I know him. He is in the same class as my last partner. He has no problems in other aspects, but his qualifications are too poor. The limit training method has not been practiced beyond the limit of the human body until now."

Speaking of this, Lord Gou sighed: "I added him to the peripheral list of the foreign world, and asked you to come here from the headquarters. I wanted to wait for a while and let him cultivate immortality. Lin Guang solved the problem of his body. problem, you can become a qualified member.”

   Mo Poor sighed, "Should we take its body back?"

   Lord Gou looked at the piled Jingguan, Lin Guang's head was on the edge.

"It's pointless to engage in all these bells and whistles. I don't know what the role of Jingguan is. I'm quite concerned about that distorted shadow. If you really want what Hatu and the others think, it's the soul of the dead... Do you think Lin Guang is still alive now? ?”

  Mo Poor thought for a while and said: "So far, no body parts of the dead have been found... Do you think I should locate it?"

Hearing this, Lord Gou's eyes lit up, and looking at the group of shadows again, he couldn't help saying: "I think we can try, maybe... maybe these shadows are projections from another dimension, and the bodies and souls of the dead are trapped in it .”

  Thinking about it carefully, the soul of the deceased is usually annihilated. Mo Poor has experienced that scene, the feeling of being squeezed out by the corpse.

  However, the body of the person killed by Bai Bu disappeared before his head fell to the ground, and now those shadows, although headless, are still struggling and twisting.

   Is it conceivable that their souls were collected by the containment objects before they were annihilated by reality.

  Where is 'Lin Guang' now, just locate it.

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  (end of this chapter)