Chapter 19:

Fangalo is just a noble boy with no chicken power, and Zhuang Zhen is a battle-hardened special soldier, and the combat effectiveness of the two is not in the same order of magnitude. It stands to reason that Van Gogh could not control Zhuang Zhen at all. But the strange thing is that when his hand covered Zhuangzhen's hand, Zhuangzhen was surrounded by an invisible magnetic field, unable to resist and to perceive the outside world.
At this moment, Zhuang Zhen finally realized the terrible place of Fangallo. If this person wants to control who, there is no need to use force or language at all, just a light touch. What's more, sometimes he can save even touching, just use a fingertip.
What kind of power is this? Can it be explained by science?
Zhuang Zhen tried hard to concentrate his thoughts, trying to get rid of this cocoon-like magnetic field and trying to stop those emotional vents, but all ended in failure. His body is no longer his body, and his mind is no longer his mind. It has become a stromal in the hands of Van Gogh.
Only then did Zhuang Zhen think of the words of Van Gogh-all in the world is my medium! It turned out that it wasn't even a blunder!
When Zhuang Zhen struggled in horror, Fangallo looked at Song Rui and said slowly: "Have you heard of the double-slit interference delay experiment? Do you know the photon wave-particle duality?"
Song Rui looked back at each other with a blank expression, unwilling to be drawn by his problems.
Liao Fang shook his head suspiciously, not understanding why he would suddenly shift the topic to scientific experiments.
Fangallo continued: "Establish a machine that monitors the movement of light particles next to the point light source, and erected a baffle with two slits in front of it, and then use the point light source to emit a single light particle to let this The light particles arbitrarily pass through one of the two gaps and bet on the back screen behind the baffle. When the monitor is opened, this light particle only passes through one of the gaps, forming two parallel lights on the back screen Stripe. However, when the monitor is turned off, this light particle can pass through two slits at the same time, forming countless parallel light stripes with alternating light and dark on the back screen. What does this mean? "
Song Rui remained silent, but Liao Fang was already attracted by this topic, and repeated stupidly: "Why?"
Fangallo chuckled: "Why a light particle can pass through two gaps at the same time, just like a football can pass through two goals at the same time? Why is it particle-like when the monitor is open, but it is when the monitor is closed Became volatile? What changed the shape of light? "
Liao Fang's curiosity became heavier and he said quickly: "Yes, why?"
Fangallo clasped Zhuang's hand and said with a sigh: "Did you not understand? When humans have not observed light, it is a particle. When humans observe it, it becomes ripples, our consciousness. Determines the form of light. That is to say, our thoughts and consciousness can change this world. What we see, hear, and touch may not be true, but our thoughts, thoughts, and feelings are possible. Discover the origin of the world. Emotions and consciousness are the most powerful forces of mankind, just as when we are irritable, the water molecules around us become chaotic and loose, and when we are happy, they become tight and beautiful again. , As strong as ever. "
Fangallo paused for a moment, then said slowly, word by word: "Our emotions and consciousness can penetrate all tangible or intangible things and affect them. In other words, we can change the world if we want to. "
Liao Fang was dumbfounded. Is this science or theology? Why is it more and more mysterious?
Van Gogh looked at Song Rui momentarily, and the arc of laughter at the corner of his mouth gave a bit of sarcasm: "Dr. Song, do you think you are invincible, no emotion can affect you, nor any kind of consciousness? Can shake you? However, my point of view is just the opposite. You have no ability to change yourself, let alone influence or change the world. When you abandon others, you have already been abandoned by the world. The superficial power is not powerful, the heart The power is the real power. This power is composed of a variety of materials, love, hate, sorrow, and suffering, and you have nothing. A wall of ice is hard and thick, and it is not necessary to break it. Half of the power, just expose it to broad daylight and it will melt on its own. "
"Dr. Song," Fangallo finally let go of Zhuang Zhen's hand, and chuckled lightly: "Dare you put your heart under the light of day?"
Song Rui's facial muscles collapsed very tightly, as if they were about to split in the next second. His silence made the atmosphere in the interrogation room even more strange.
Zhuang Zhen's vigorous efforts to calm down his frantic heartbeat, the feeling of being controlled and extracting emotions and consciousness is too bad. Perhaps he will never forget today's interrogation in his life.
Liao Fang looked at the left and looked at the right, with a sentence written all over his face-who am I? Where am i? What just happened? He said that Van Gogh said so much, she didn't understand a word!
Liu Tao and Xiao Li in the monitoring room were keenly aware of the meaning of these words.
"Did Vangallo imply that our Dr. Song has psychological problems? Without love and hatred, without sorrow, is there such a person in the world?"
"Yes, and there are many." Liu Tao nodded solemnly, but he never said that this kind of person has no emotion and empathy, and was classified as a natural criminal by the Italian criminologist Long Brosuo. . They are extremely dangerous, and they will commit crimes sometime.
Xiao Li shook his head incredulously: "It's all Van Gogh Luo Hu? Dr. Song is so good-tempered and sincere with others, how could there be no emotion? I don't believe it!"
Liu Tao never interfaced. His perennial battle is on the front line of fighting criminals, and he understands the truth better than anyone-knowing people knowing things and not knowing them. What kind of person is Dr. Song Rui, who can know except himself?
The two adjacent rooms fell into a silence. After a while, Zhuang Zhen eased from the feeling of being evacuated, and said coldly: "Van Galo, we are interrogating you now, you touched Dr. Song. What are you doing? "
Liao Fang woke up like a dream and quickly picked up a record.
Fangallo glanced at the stiff expression of Song Rui and smiled: "I'm just proving my confession. I'm a psychic, not your supposed murderer. Officer Zhuang, you can open the thermos to verify Let ’s see if what I just said is true or false. "
"What does your confession have to do with the thermos? Don't play tricks with me and answer the previous questions honestly!" Zhuang Zhen's tone was very harsh, and he didn't want to be led by the other party. Unfortunately, he had a pig teammate. When he couldn't respond, Liao Fang opened the lid of the thermos and took a sip of the white water.
"Poof!" The next second, the water was spraying across the table, and even Liao Fang shrieked: "Captain, did you add Coptis chinensis to the cup, why is it so hard ?!"
"Bitter?" Zhuang Zhen quickly grabbed the thermos and took a sip, then his face changed drastically. He knows better than anyone. This cup is filled with ordinary hot water and has no taste, because he had drunk a few minutes ago. But the water was indeed bitter right now, and the bitterness was so strong that he almost numb his tongue.
Van Gogh moved his hands and feet in the water? What about poisoning? This thought was rejected by Zhuang Zhen as soon as it came out. The thermos is made of steel, and the lid is screwed tightly, and Van Gogh holds his hand from beginning to end, and has not touched the thermos, nor can he change the water quality through the thick steel.
So how does this water get bitter? Is it really my emotions and consciousness that have affected it? Zhuang Zhen's mind fell into a blank, and he didn't know how to explain it.
Liao Fangsheng feared that he felt wrong, took a few glasses and took a few more sips, then spit it out.
Now Liu Tao and Xiao Li couldn't sit still. They ran into the interrogation room. They screamed and drank their tongues with bitter taste.
Song Rui sat rigidly in place, without expression or movement. This was the first time he was forced to this point, as if he had been stripped of his clothes and stripped of his skin. He was naked and in front of him. A tingling sensation was transmitted densely in the tip of his heart, pulling his nerves. This emotion seemed to be called panic.
It took a while for him to break free from this strange emotion, and said dumbly: "Don't drink it, send the cup to the forensics department to check it, the water will not be inexplicably bitter."
"Yes, yes, send the water to the forensics department! If something is toxic, nothing will happen!" Liu Tao slapped his bare head.
Zhuang Zhen took a deep look at Van Gogh, and gathered all the materials scattered on the table, which led Liao Fang and others to leave in a hurry. Song Rui helped the spectacle frame on the nose bridge and pushed the door out. He didn't dare to look at Vanguard's face all the way, let alone look directly at each other's eyes, because he was afraid of the feeling that the soul was penetrated.
Fangallo was left alone in the interrogation room, the spotlight still illuminating his pale face, making him almost transparent, but his dark and dazzling eyes showed that his existence could not be ignored. He leaned on the back of the chair, his long legs lazily folded, and his hands were held together flat on the table.
He tilted his head and looked at himself in the mirror, but his pupils were empty; he lowered his eyes, stared at his hands, and then tapped the tiger's mouth with the two left and right thumbs, moving in a rhythmic sense.
Contrary to the quietness and leisure of Vanguard, the current task force has fallen into a chaotic situation. Liu Tao broke into the forensics department with the thermos cup, and strongly urged technicians to test the water quality immediately; Zhuang Zhen and Song Rui entered the office to study and formulate a later interrogation plan; Liao Fang vividly described several policemen. All kinds of miracles of Fangallo; Xiao Li saved the interrogation video on the computer and watched it repeatedly, trying to find out the flaws of Fangallo. A circle of people surrounded him, all staring and opening his mouth, sending out incredible Marvel; Yang Shengfei hid in the staircase smoking one by one, his anger burning in his heart.
Fangalo, the suspect, was particularly relaxed. With only a few words, he reversed the overall situation, digging out all the weaknesses buried deep into the sky. He is the leader of this interrogation, and this point, the task force has not yet noticed.