The experiment process is not complicated.

It was even so simple that it surprised Knight Slager.

In fact, before starting Xia Wuli's experiment, Knightsrag still knew nothing about how to do this.

But Xia Wuli said something.

"Just do it on me intact, just do it on me."

Knightsrag understood Xia Wuli's meaning.

When he converted the white clothes out, although he had the brain in the tank - the long night on the edge as his target, before using the brain in the tank as his target, he had to first launch the consciousness of the white clothes out.

What Xia Wuli asked him to do was the act of launching.

"But, where to launch?" Knightslager asked.

After all, there is no specific position in the external world, nor a visible coordinate, and it even has nothing but a concept in the mind.

However, Xia Wuli smiled and recited a melodiously.

"Our mind is wider than the sky. Come, compare the two and look at it. Our thinking can easily accommodate this vast sky completely. Then, even you can."

"This is - the poem by Emily Dickinson!" Knightsrag's eyes widened.

"You have known the answer from the beginning. You have read this poem about Baiyi, right? The inherent freedom of human beings cannot be taken away...that is the freedom of thought." Xia Wuli looked at Knightsrag, "Now, where should I launch it, I guess I don't need to repeat it."

I see.

Knightsrag suddenly sorted out what Xia Wuli said to him and understood the whole story.

Everything is hidden in the infinite thoughts and subconscious of human beings.

"Since you saw that book in your dream...that means." Knightsrag murmured.

"You just need to send me back to my dream."

The brain in the tank brings consciousness into reality.

And chessboard flips are to sink reality into consciousness.

Knight Slager finally understood that his behavior of letting Baiyi enter the edge of the night is still still in the stage of the brain in the tank - because the essence of things has not been changed.

If the essence is not changed, nothing can be changed.

Knightsrag thought of Xia Wuli's words again.

They are all characters living in novels.

Novels are a world created by fantasy.

Imagination comes from the inherent ability of the human brain - imagination.

Everything comes from fantasy and returns to fantasy.

So this world is not material, but conscious.

Therefore, if you want to reach the roots of this world-

You can just turn it into consciousness.

...

Xia Wuli completely abandoned reality.

His thinking deeply sinks into his consciousness.

And there, he saw the book again.

He had read all the contents of the book last time, and when he opened it again this time, it only added a few chapters that he had not experienced.

"Jinse Festival...Main Competition..."

He knew all this.

After all, before he was caught in yesterday, his identity was still the GM of this game.

But for him now, these are not important.

Because his identity is no longer a GM.

But the broken wall man in this world.

His duty is to break the fourth wall of this world.

...

The time displayed on the clock is still 13:42.

"So you have never repaired this clock."

The mist believer escaped from the story constructed by Knight Slag, and the reality in front of him took shape again, and his eyes naturally fell on the clock on the wall.

Everything that appeared before was something that was produced by Knight Slager’s manifestation of his words.

The words in these words were like a book, forcibly locking up the three men of the fog believers in.

That's right, it's like this book "Chessboard Flip" that locks everyone in it.

"But I'm still curious, why do the memories you dictate yourself still achieve the role of this book that is equivalent to a whole main world?" The mist believer glanced around the cage that held the three of them in it, and then looked at Knightslag and asked.

"It's very simple, because that's not the memories I dictated myself, that's what I wrote in this book - "Checkboard Flip", and I'm just repeating them." Knightslag said lightly.

"Oh? Do you think I will believe your nonsense?" The mist believer sneered, "I can memorize all the pages and chapters of this book, and I can memorize all the contents it records, but I have seen all the words you just said."

"So, have you seen your daily life and your daily life in this book?" Knightsrag shook his head and asked back.

The mist believer frowned.

He didn't know how to deal with this sentence.

"The reason is actually very simple... Since this is a novel, there must be [open line] and [open line]." Knightsrag said slowly, "Just like two sides of a chessboard, you only notice everything on the open line, but you have not discovered what is buried in the hidden line... In other words, you are actually just 'reading' the world, not 'observing' the world. The 'observation' you habitually call in daily life is actually just ordinary reading behavior, and it is no different from those readers who are outside."

"Read..." the mist believer murmured.

"Ahhh." Knightsrag nodded, "Maybe it was because he gained power outside the world and the ability to break the fourth wall, which made you probably forget one thing-you are the resident of this world."

"It is precisely because you are a resident of this world that many things that cannot be seen by readers and cannot be read by the outside world can be experienced by you who live here. After all, what you can write about in [Bright Line] is just a microcosm of an extremely small world."

"And the reason why I was imprisoned by the words you said...is it entirely because those words are dark lines that I have never observed?" The mist believer finally understood.

"That means." He said, looking at Qiu Shuangyue and Mingzhubanxue, whose eyes were still unsightly, "The reason why I was able to escape from the state of being trapped in consciousness is because of the follow-up of the words you said... I know everything, right?"

"For words and words only imprison ignorant people."
Chapter completed!