Chapter 326 Hey, Guess What

This was the first time in John Waugh's life that he learned how to observe and analyze things calmly. He had lived a miserable life of wandering and living in danger since he was a child. Even when he lived in the Salesian as a child, he often could not have a full meal.

Every winter, he had to watch his weak companions die of high fever due to the cold, which made him more determined to escape from the Salesian. Even if he really starved to death or froze to death outside, it was his own choice, rather than continuing to be helpless in the Salesian, where his life and death had to be handed over to others.

No one had ever taught him to calm down, look further ahead, temporarily ignore the hard work at the moment, and focus on future gains.

The environment in which he grew up would never allow him to calmly plan for next week, next month, or even the next year, the distant future.

John Watson, who was growing up, had exhausted all his strength just by trying to survive. Poverty had killed his potential for development. He did not have any trial and error costs.

He had to do his best to ensure that he would not be hungry today and would not freeze to death tomorrow - his stomach seemed to be rumbling non-stop, his body seemed to be cold without end, he seemed to be always in the shadow of fear of survival, he had to focus on the present moment and think about which garbage dump to find dinner tonight.

This way of thinking that only focuses on the present has been deeply engraved in the depths of his mind. He may never learn how to trace the roots and infer the future in his life... Until today, he finally opened his closed mind because of the knowledge hidden in his artificial eye.

He can now quote classics fluently, and he can now use knowledge to build a high wall to resist the fear of the urgent need to survive that has been bothering him for all these years!

Until this moment, John Watson has truly experienced the charm of rationality for the first time. It turns out that it is such a happy thing to have a clear mind and no longer be confused, and to be able to calm down and think!

It was as if everything in the world was laid out in front of him in an orderly manner. He only needed to think along the lines of reason and he could get the truth of things. Although the process of obtaining the truth would always take some time and energy, the truth would not escape or disappear. The truth would always be buried there, waiting for the excavation of rational people.

He did not know that the most intuitive change in himself was that in the diagnosis results of the sanity glow scanner in the mental hospital, John Watson's sanity value had soared to 2.38. The corresponding measurement for this value was that of a science graduate who completed higher education with excellent grades.

"It turns out that rational thinking is such an interesting thing, as if all the difficulties in the world cannot hinder my thinking... I will eventually find the answer to the problem through clues, as long as I can accumulate enough knowledge."

"Compared with the knowledge that hides the infinite mysteries of the universe, love, fame and fortune... these vulgar things are just garbage?"

"Why did I only understand such a clear truth today?"

"But fortunately, everything is not too late, I am still young, and I can still devote the rest of my life to the pursuit of knowledge and truth. I will--"

John Watson's mumbling stopped abruptly, only because the strange clapping sound that seemed to be like swords and scissors opening and closing resounded again in the bright and transparent ward.

But after he carefully scanned the room with his bright left eye, he could not catch any trace of Watson he imagined, and could only hear the same voice as his speaking incomprehensible words.

"Interesting, interesting, really interesting, this artificial eye actually gives you a new rationality."

"Is this the light, no, is this the power of great skills?"

"Obviously, the despicable invisible art will only drive people crazy, but the noble great skills will give people rationality... It's absurd and ridiculous!"

It was only a day later, but John Watson, who was full of rationality at this moment, heard the words of his "good buddy Watson" again, but he didn't feel any joy at all, instead his eyebrows were deeply frowned.

He didn't understand, if Watson was really just a "friend" he imagined, then he should have been directly presented in his mind, but why now he used the left eye's artificial pupil, which was more powerful than the original naked eye, to look around the room, but he couldn't catch Watson's figure at all... Watson was just a false illusion, and it was impossible that he couldn't see it because of the replacement of the visual organ.

"Hey, I'm on your right!"

"You are so rude, how can you look at people with your eyes closed? Are you trying to show off your new toys to me?!"

John Watson slowly opened his natural right eye, and when his eyelids rose, he immediately saw Watson squatting on the bed in that weird posture.

He calmly stared at the illusion that only his right eye could observe, "Watson, you are not actually my subconscious, right?"

"The subconscious can indeed notice the details that the surface consciousness often ignores, but even so, the subconscious is absolutely impossible to have real thinking ability, and it is even more impossible to give the surface consciousness a plan and teach him how to please a woman."

"Not to mention, the way this subconscious thinks is very different from the surface consciousness... Your words and behavior are not the character that can be shaped by the life I have experienced in the past."

"So, I will ask you one last time-"

"Watson, who are you?"

Faced with such a question, Watson just replied with a playful smile: "Hey, what do you think?"

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Anna breathed out softly, and the meat target specially coaxed by Sister Emma suddenly trembled with fear due to the extreme cold, and fine traces of condensed blood bloomed under the exposed skin, as if the capillaries under the skin were all affected by the cold. This sudden drop in temperature caused the rupture.

But faced with such a result, the girl with a delicate and lovely face was obviously not satisfied at all. She pouted unhappily and turned to look at her father and brother, wanting to seek some comfort and encouragement.

"Father, I already know the secrets of knives, but why can't I directly create a tearing wound with a sharp blade like you do?"

However, the next second the girl noticed her father's eyes flickering slightly, as if he was thinking about something difficult.

As her father's most considerate little cotton-padded jacket, she immediately asked with concern: "Father, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

The father just smiled and said: "It's nothing, it's just a self-righteous fool who awakened to reason with the help of an enthusiastic person, and began to be eager to escape from my control."

"But, this is a good opportunity. Maybe I should change to a more covert method to subtly influence his mind and make him willingly turn into another incarnation of me."

"Even the great art of light cannot resist the whisper of the moth inside the skull."