Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2543 Matrix
So that's how it came about?
Although I had been thinking about this possibility, when faced with the evolutionary process right before my eyes, I couldn't help but feel a little wistful.

Isn't this the ultimate curse of knowledge?
While the contents of the Etching Wisdom may not be entirely reliable, some things are simply hard to explain as coincidences.

For example, the problem mentioned earlier: two lost notebooks plus the result of the thinker forgetting.

If we assume there is some reason for their consistency, then it seems easy to conclude that "the closer to the answer, the further away from the answer."

You can pursue, yearn for, and desire it... but when you actually get close to it, the repulsive force will quickly become infinite, making it forever unattainable for you.

With just a little empathy, one can imagine what kind of torment that would be for academics.

Searching for truth in an extraordinary world is indeed a much more arduous task.

And the most difficult moment in this case is shown in the middle—sizzle!
A second tentacle has been pulled out of the Thinker's body, this time from his left leg.

As for the other leg, it actually pulled the entire lower body along with it, almost tearing the body in two and pinning it to a corner of the cage at a distance.

At this rate, in less than two minutes, the thinker will accomplish a groundbreaking feat: tearing himself apart.

Watching this scene unfold, Fu Qian neither stopped nor urged him, but simply stepped aside to avoid obstructing the calculation.

……

As the thinker just mentioned, he has been calculating here for a long time, and frankly, it's hard to believe that he actually did it.

But one thing seems believable: his algorithm this time is likely correct, otherwise it wouldn't have been so painful—even though the coordinates weren't actually that accurate.

Fu estimated the distance beforehand, and even without considering the vertical height, the point of impact he remembered was about ten meters away from this location.

Except for his head, which remained in the seat, the rest of the Thinker's body resembled a rag doll torn apart by violence, with "cotton wool" scattered everywhere.

Centered on the brain, more than a dozen radiating tentacles, taut like rubber bands, are pinned in various directions within this unique space, outlining a wondrous pattern.

In short, it seems that unless it can evolve into the size of a giant squid, it has already reached its limit.

……

It's amazing.

Before giving up, he didn't rush to deny it. In fact, besides the patterns drawn by his tentacles, he combined them with the dots and lines on the ground and silently felt them.

"help me--"

This behavior seemed like a precautionary measure, because the next moment he received a request for help from the thinker.

It has long lost its vocal organs, but the latter has already acquired the abilities of the previous jellyfish, able to convey information without the need for ordinary structures.

"help me……"

The only problem is that the content being conveyed is really lacking in substance; it's just a repetitive plea for help without any hints on how to help him, fully demonstrating what it means to be lost.

"Let me try."

He was very generous and agreed immediately.

This time, instead of taking a breath to use the Gospel Shock, he got up and went outside the cage.

There are many ways to help, but the Gospel Shock would probably only have a torturous effect on the person in front of us.

Fortunately for "The Thinker," although his actions were abstract, he did manage to find a fellow abstract thinker to help him...

Fu Qian has never forgotten his identity as an academic, and because of his advance preparation, he has already vaguely grasped something—

"It should be here, right?"

With a light leap, he found himself on the next level, standing before another cage. It was empty, of course, but he observed it with great interest.

Snapped!
He then casually opened the door and sat down in the middle chair.

Finally enjoying VIP treatment, I felt quite relaxed before paying, leaning back lazily and imagining the scene of scholars searching for answers in this self-imposed confinement.

That's right, he now believes the story about the private room more than the actual number of people being detained.

It is both a cage and a domain, an undisturbed space for thought.

From this perspective, it has a subtle similarity to the dream headband of one's own sweet dreams.

Of course, the calculation didn't actually start before payment.

If someone doesn't even know the formula, yet tries to force themselves to understand someone else's wisdom, they're clearly not a tech professional.

I am ultimately a non-professional when it comes to this place.

Fu Qian didn't think that just glancing at it a couple of times would help the thinker complete his thinking—it would be good enough if it could slightly help stimulate his memories.

……

Yes, what I did before paying was simple: try to understand the thinker's situation.

Assuming the previous inference is true, and the latter's forgetting is due to getting close to the answer, then theoretically it means that if he really recalls it, then the result of the calculation should point to the coordinate in his memory.

The question is, how do you get there?
The thinker had reached the pinnacle in that cage, yet still appeared mentally trapped, showing no connection to that position—but rather a connection to other places.

That's right, that's the real takeaway from paying attention to the details.

That extremely abstract pattern, in a way that can only be understood intuitively, is pointing to certain locations from afar.

It wasn't the crash site, but somewhere else.

The cage he was in right now was one of the targets, and in Fu Qian's opinion, it was the one he was most likely to be targeted.

In light of this, the earlier question of "where exactly the problem lies" seems to have a little basis for speculation—is it possible that he needs to stand on the shoulders of giants?

It wasn't just one person's sudden inspiration, but the result of collective wisdom. We need a computation matrix here.
Combining this with the previous comments about this place, it suddenly seems quite reasonable.

It was with this in mind that Fu Qian chose to sit here to tell the thinker where the next computing node was, helping him remember the docking work he might have forgotten.

That's it.

After all, turning into a jellyfish might be simple, but as mentioned before, I don't understand algorithms.

As for whether the guess was wrong, and whether it can have any enlightening effect, that depends on the thinker's own fate.

"well!"

As it turns out, he was blessed with good fortune.

Despite being out of sight of the cage in front of him, the Thinker reacted with astonishing speed.

Fu Qian sat there for less than five seconds, and the jellyfish's excitement erupted like a volcano.

And that voice that touches people's hearts evokes an irresistible empathy—even a resonance.

At the same time the sound came, strands resembling jellyfish tentacles appeared out of thin air in their field of vision.

When Fu Qian got off his seat, another brain appeared there.