Chapter 20 Abnormalities and Freshmen

Wu Haoren sat in the classroom, his hands fluttering on the keyboard, and quickly recorded the discussion of the other two students.

"Enlightenment, that is, getting rid of the immature state that it incurs, such as laziness and jealousy. When Kant elaborated on enlightenment, he emphasized that everyone has reason, that is, universal reason."

Another student answered with a good voice:

"The universal rationality born of enlightenment has been explored and utilized to the maximum extent, so it has created our time - rationality is supreme, infinite, eternal, and it can bring us unprecedented power -"

Wu Haoren heard this and put his hands down and frowned. He was very gentle and courteous. He directly interrupted the other party and raised his head. "This classmate, I think you may have not read Foucault talking about the relationship between power and truth, and Hyde. Geer's theory of technology -"

But he didn't say it anymore, because when he saw the people sitting in front of him, he was shocked and couldn't speak.

I saw the opposite of Wu Haoren.

Sitting with a long brown hair, a handsome blue, gentle and gentle, the magic of the magician, Ehida Sakun.

The other party was looking at him gently at the moment, with a nice voice:

"If there is really unrestricted power and omnipotent rationality in the world, Tyres, you are really-"

"-I don't want it?"

Taylors woke up from the bed!

In the darkness, he clutched the JC dagger under the pillow and gasped in cold sweat.

Tyres jumped out of bed, barefoot touched the expensive insulation tiles, and the nose was filled with a good smell of tranquility, only to wake up where he was.

The bandages and tapes wrapped around the chest and other wounds were itchy and painful, which made him wake up a lot, which calmed the breath and stuffed the JC back under the pillow.

He fell back indefinitely, lying back to the big bed that was enough for twenty Tyres to sleep.

The silk pajamas rubbed against the body, making Taylors very unaccustomed, and the multi-spring-core bed was soft and smooth, obediently sagged with his outline, and the silk-covered northern goose down quilt Wrap him tightly, and the smooth silk woven pillow imported from the south coast is against the head and shoulders from below.

At this moment, Tyres feels like he is being squeezed from head to toe.

Just like the enchanted magician wrapped him in the air and slowly compressed it.

Thinking of this, Tyres was bored in his heart. He opened the quilt that was light and comfortable, and fell to the ground. He groped for a corner, curled up and lay down. The hard ground and thick wall gave him a A familiar sense of security.

Tyres slowly spit out a sigh of relief and laughed helplessly.

I didn't expect that I also have today. He knocked on the solid floor tiles and smiled at himself.

I really miss the few little guys in the sixth house. I hope that Yara can take care of them.

I have to tell Gilbert about this tomorrow, even if I can't contact them directly, I can take care of them.

But the piece of memory that I just found in my dreams made him feel down and suddenly tightened.

The dream is a reflection of the subconscious. The memory of the past life is probably the deepest hidden piece in his subconscious mind, but this time, even Eichda Sacken appeared in his dream.

"Sure enough, I still care about the madman?" In the darkness, Tyres muttered.

A few hours ago, the brief encounter with the magician flashed through his heart. The magician's sometimes rational and casual behavior, mysterious power and almost non-human undead body made his heart chill.

There is also his sentence.

"It seems that you don't know your essence, child."

This sentence emerged in his painful brain.

Tyres forced himself to drive away the excesses of boredom and fear and calm down to analyze the words of the magician.

According to Ahidah, he is just like him, no, just a person who has the potential to become a magician.

Looking at the performance of Ashida, people with this potential are quite rare, which is a good thing for me.

But for now, this world's magician does not seem to be a popular character.

If Eichda said, the subjective color is too strong, but if Eichda said that part of it is true, that is, the war between the magician and the human being, the magician is almost everyone shouting, and seeing the light will die. The existence of it.

Moreover, Tyres thought worriedly, the body of Aishida, the blue light projected in the wound after the heart was pierced, and sure enough, he is no longer human?

Also, Jodel Gato, according to him, he should have arrived at the abandoned house very early, and he also heard the words of Ahidah - Tyres shook his fist - he also knew that I was Has the magician been "out of control" in front of him?

If Joel knows, then Gilbert, and King Kaiser will know? What do they think of themselves?

There are too many questions.

For example, the nerves are cold and abnormal, and the father of the king is suspicious.

For example, he is clearly seven years old, but the **** lamp that blessed the gods was actually twelve years ago.

For example, his own origin, surname and meaning for the kingdom.

For example, why the news of his return is so confidential - Joel and Gilbert are just stealing themselves like a thief.

For example, what is going on in this world, the medieval ecology? High magic world? Steampunk?

Tyres patted his head.

No, nothing can be understood - my basic understanding of the world is still too small.

A comprehensive child enlightenment that begins with the basics!

Tyres reluctantly exhaled.

But his eyes immediately became dignified.

Enlightenment, study, these things can be slowly come.

but.

There is one thing that must be solved.

It is about your life and your body.

He restarted thinking about the magician:

"It seems that you don't know your essence, child."

"But it doesn't matter. Everyone has lost control for the first time. We all started from ignorance."

Tyres held his hands in the dark and recalled the so-called "out of control."

Echda used the magic to compress himself into the air, ready to pinch the ball.

Your own body, boiled like a burning.

I saw the energy ball in his hand, it should be the so-called "air wall."

The energy ball turned red and suddenly appeared in front of me.

then--

and many more!

Tyres seems to have caught the key to the first line.

Blood, and burning!

Tyres sat up slowly.

Quaid.

The name flashed into his mind.

He also experienced the feeling of blood boiling, just two times before and after Quaid's beatings and abuses his mark. The two commonalities, even the encounter with Ahidah, are bloody!

Taylors thought that the burning sensation in his body was caused by the "spirit" that Gilbert called, the blood of his own falling on the ground.

It seems now that the so-called "out of control" of Aishida is also the moment when the sense of burning appears.

Taylors suddenly realized that he was not the first so-called "out of control" in front of Ahidah.

His real first loss of control is still Quaid.

When Quaid tried to kill Coralia, the **** should be holding his own JC dagger!

How did the dagger suddenly appear in his own hands?

Just as strange as the energy ball that suddenly appeared in front of you!

Quaid

bleed.

A burning sensation.

dagger.

Aichda.

Energy ball.

Yodel and Gilbert

Blood pulse light.

Tyles closed his eyes and found himself unable to clarify these chaotic elements.

Too much.

too messy.

But he is not discouraged, but from the bottom of his heart, there is a long-lost excitement.

The categorization is complicated and complicated, the hypothesis and theoretical framework are set, the irrelevant variables are eliminated, the causal logic is summarized, and the completeness of the theory is finally verified.

And – the “uncertainty” that can never be confirmed, the “endogenous” that can never be ruled out, can never approach the perfect “quasi-experimental method” and “counterfactual analysis”.

Isn't this a seductive puzzle that social science can never solve perfectly, and is it your favorite game of the past?

Moreover, this time, it is not a multi-causal social phenomenon that cannot be verified or verified, but a single problem in my own body, and can be verified repeatedly!

When Taylors opened his eyes again, the pupils in the darkness were full of challenging desires.

He tried to calm down and clarify the phenomenon he was facing.

The sample is small, the variables are too many, the mechanism is simple, and the too complicated qualitative comparison analysis method (QCA) is not desirable.

It is enough to use the most basic mil induction method directly.

First, use bloodshed and runaway as keywords to select cases and events.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the familiar feelings rushed back to the brains of Taylors, and the various elements and factors were quickly arranged in his consciousness.

According to the purpose of the research, there are chronological order, for each sample, different "conditions" (not "cause"), "results" appear or not.

Each event flashed quickly in front of his eyes, removing the sample of events with too many missing values, combining the conditions and results of each event, and then distinguishing between levels and categories.

A clear and organized table emerges in his brain, and four observable comparison events are arranged in it:

Sample one:

Condition 1.1: Quaid beat himself for the first time. Condition 1.2: bleeding. Outcome 1: There is no vision.

Sample 2:

Condition 2.1: Quaid beat himself for the second time and is ready to kill Coralia. Condition 2.2: bleeding. Result 2: Out of control, the dagger came out of his own hands.

Sample three:

Condition 3.1: Ahidah is ready to kill himself. Condition 3.2: Bleeding. Outcome 3: Out of control, his energy ball appeared in front of me.

Sample four:

Condition 4.1: I verified the blood in front of Joel and Gilbert, and in front of the lamp. Condition 4.2: bleeding. Outcome 4: There are no visions.

After enumeration, start the comparison.

Seeking the same difference, summing up the summary.

The form is slowly simplified, normalized, and combined to form a paragraph of text.

Tyres blinked softly.

Conclusion: When a killing event is encountered while bleeding, there is a chance that the so-called "out of control" - surrounding objects or energy - will be displaced to varying degrees.

No, this conclusion is too preliminary.

First, the sample size is still too small. Second, some disturbance variables cannot be excluded.

Then, the "killing incident" looks too far. It may be a false mechanism. Is it a killing incident that triggers something, and that thing is the real cause of the loss of control?

In addition, we must find a way to take the lamp into consideration.

Finally, it can only prove the relevance of several things, and the cause and effect are still insufficient.

No matter what - Tyres turned to lie down - at least preliminary conclusions about "out of control."

The next research direction -

Tyres breathed out and suddenly felt the brain fatigue.

Sure enough, he glared at the temples on both sides, thinking that these things are too heavy for a seven-year-old brain?

But he immediately surprised to find out what was wrong.

Just after these logics are summarized and interpreted, at least one pen should be taken and written down on the draft paper.

But what is it actually doing in your own brain – almost a moment?

Half awkward.

Tyres patted the floor and felt the pain in his brain.

Sure enough, from magic and out of control, to the so-called blood, to the efficiency of this monster-like thinking - this body, this brain...

There is an exception.

Tyres thought so slowly and slowly went to sleep.

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When Taylor was politely awakened by Gilbert, he found himself back on the bed and was neatly covered in the quilt.

"Thales, my respected little gentleman, Good Day."

Gilbert respectfully opened the curtains, and the afternoon sun shone through the huge windows, making this luxurious and comfortable room bright.

Gorgeous insulation tiles with a star pattern, a lounge chair made of a giant lizard, a wide copper four-poster bed, a chandelier on the roof, and a covered fireplace are all in front of Tells.

All this constantly reminds him that his life is different.

Unbelievable, a few hours ago, he was still precarious, and he was hanging on the line of gangsters.

Now, he is actually the **** descendant of the entire kingdom of stars, the supreme ruler.

"Now it is two o'clock in the afternoon, I sincerely recommend that you get up and eat at this time, can effectively promote your body's recovery and maintenance." Middle-aged aristocrats use the tepid tone, but Taylor can feel His urging meaning.

"And," Gilbert blinked in a friendly manner and smiled: "For the sake of His Majesty, our first class will begin in the afternoon."

"I think you must have a lot of questions, and I am happy to answer them."

Tyles squinted, yawning and taking off the uncomfortable silk pajamas, groping, and arbitrarily putting on the aristocratic uniform prepared by Gilbert.

“Very good,” he said lazily, his eyes. “I like class very much.”

Also, Tyles closed his eyes and thought quietly: Who slept well, who put me back from the ground and back to bed?

"Mr. Taylors, you must like this pair of pants."

"what?"

"Because you are putting it on your head."

"What? Growing up into this virtue, is it a pair of pants?"

"Mr. Taylors, you seem to have a soft spot for that button coat."

"Oh, it's a coat that's worn outside."

"Mr. Taylors, I think you will need the belt on the left hand side."

"Well, thank you, I said how I always fell."

Half awkward.

"Mr. Gilbert."

"Yes?"

"Please help me, put on this **** clothes."

"Very happy, respected little gentleman."

Some book friends told me that some of the special terms of social science research in this chapter are too "installed". I can see that the clouds are frowning, so I changed back to a simple version. I don't know if it will be better.

(End of this chapter)