Chapter 326

After Charles put down the phone, he closed his eyes and concentrated. In an instant, his brain waves spread out, lighter than the wind and faster than light.

In Charles's field of vision, in a vast white space, countless sounds were echoing, and the sounds that kept coming slowly embodied into one figure after another. More and more figures landed. Charles stared at all this in mid-air.

Immediately after, this consciousness space began to expand, and more people appeared in the white world. Charles intentionally controlled the area to expand in one direction. He originally thought that he would search for a person named Shiler Rodriguez among the countless figures on the ground, just like he read other people's memories before.

But when Charles's brain waves expanded to the Manhattan area, in the boundless, empty and quiet world of consciousness, a towering giant tower appeared in his field of vision.

Charles had never seen such a magnificent building in this world.

When Charles turned on his ability, beneath the material and real world, there was another layer of inner world unique to consciousness and thinking, which was the white space he saw now.

In this space, the thinking of all intelligent life is like a grain of sand, and Charles is like a child running on the beach, digging shells out of the sand.

Whenever he wants to read a person's thinking with mind-reading ability, that person will become a shell on the beach. He needs to scan his consciousness to find this person's thinking, and then connect with him, so that he can achieve so-called "mind-reading".

But now, Charles stared at the magnificent Tower of Babel in front of him. He felt that it was like a whale stranded on the beach, not only much larger than those ordinary sands and shells, but also more vivid than them, with a fascinating vitality.

Charles embodied his own figure in the consciousness space and walked towards the high tower. When he came to the gate of the high tower, he found that all this was more real and shocking than what he saw from a distance.

It was a gray high tower, the wall brick material carried some Roman architectural style, and there were some oriental patterns on the walls. The arched gate was like a deep abyss, and every texture on it was clearly visible.

Charles walked over and knocked on the door. Accompanied by a "creak", the heavy gate opened a crack. What Charles expected was that a doctor in a white coat holding a medical record book stood behind the door, smiling and opening his mouth: "Hello, Professor Charles, I am Shiler, Shiler Rodriguez."

"Hello, Professor Rodriguez."

Charles looked up at the door frame of the gate, which was carved with many complex patterns, many of which he didn't recognize. He sighed: "I didn't expect that we would meet in such a way, this really surprised me..."

"Please come in, Professor Charles, let's talk inside." Shiler pushed the gate open a little, and Charles walked in. After entering, it was a somewhat dark corridor. Wall lamps hung on the walls, and the lights and shadows reflected each other, looking mysterious and hazy.

After walking for more than ten meters, the front suddenly opened up. A circular fountain square appeared in front of Charles, but what was more attractive than that were the layers of floors above his head.

As far as Charles could see, he could see circles of corridors and countless stairs spreading upwards. There seemed to be many figures coming and going there. The interior of the whole high tower was like a busy world, making Charles overwhelmed.

Shiler led the way in front. The two walked towards a staircase on one side of the wall. While walking up, Shiler introduced: "As you can see, this is my palace of thinking. I knew you were coming here to talk to me, so I came here to welcome you in advance."

"I hope you don't misunderstand, Professor Shiler. I don't mean to pry into your heart intentionally, but my legs are not very convenient, and I can't rush to you in time, and I can't let S. H. I. E. L. D. people enter our school, so I can only use this method to communicate with you..."

"It doesn't matter, I don't care, because there are often uninvited guests who don't knock and break in here. I always have to spend a lot of effort to deal with them. I am already very grateful that you can come in through the front door."

For some reason, Charles always felt that the fate of those intruders in Shiler's mouth would not be very good, and he also heard a hint of warning from this sentence of Shiler.

Following Shiler to continue walking up, Charles saw many Shilers coming and going in the corridor. One of the Shilers wearing a long windbreaker and holding a black umbrella passed by Charles. Charles heard him talking on the phone.

"... Did that green-haired lunatic pass? Where is he now? He went up 6 floors in one breath?... Okay, I'll go find the elevator manager later..."

"What? The elevator is under maintenance? Why is it under maintenance again? Every time I go on vacation, the elevator is under maintenance. This is simply unreasonable..."

Charles looked back at the Shiler with a different temperament, and then he was bumped on the shoulder again. He saw a globe-headed person nod to him and said: "Sorry."

Then this globe-headed Shiler also walked past Charles, followed by Shiler in a suit, walking away quickly with a briefcase, Shiler in sportswear jogging past...

"Gene Great Era"

Just after walking around a corner, a Shiler with a square body chased his cylindrical head, then grabbed his head with C-shaped hands, installed it on his shoulders like building blocks, turned his head, and made a creaking sound of parts rubbing.

Charles's head kept turning, looking at these people passing by him. The Shiler who was leading the way in front explained: "Sorry, it's a bit crowded here, because the elevator is under maintenance, everyone can only take the stairs..."

Charles opened his mouth and wanted to ask something. Just at this time, Shiler stopped in front of a door and said: "We are here."

After speaking, he took out the key, opened the door, and walked in. Inside was a reception room with a slightly sci-fi style, white floor wall tiles and ceilings, wall lamps emitting faint cold light, metal tables and chairs. On the largest wall of the room, there was also a projection constantly playing images.

After Shiler walked in, he turned around and handed the key to Charles. He said: "Professor Charles, in the next period of time, we may need to communicate frequently, so I built a reception room for you in my palace of thinking. This is the key."

"As long as you touch the key in the consciousness space, you can teleport directly to this room, no need to go through the front door anymore."

Then Shiler pointed to a button on the wall and said: "This is the pager. If you press it, I will come over to connect with you."

"The reason for setting this up is because I am usually busy and may not feel you coming, so as long as you press the bell, I will appear."

By now, Charles was not in a hurry. After he walked into the room, he sat on the sofa.

But obviously, he was not used to the hard sofa in sci-fi style. He looked around. Shiler saw his expression and snapped his fingers. In an instant, the decoration in the room all retreated, and then changed into another style.

The white walls turned into warm wall panels and wallpaper, soft large sofas fell down, warm carpets were laid on the ground, the projector on the wall turned into a fireplace, and a wine rack was placed next to it.

This British manor decoration style made Charles feel more at ease. He said, "Sorry, I am a bit old-fashioned, that new style is really a bit..."

"Actually, I am the same, but I don't know what style you like. I thought mutants would prefer that kind of technology style."

"Perhaps the children in my school are, if they were to come to this room, they would definitely shout, but I still think that a simple style is more reassuring."

Shiler took a bottle of wine from the wine rack, then walked to the sofa and sat down. He set out two cups and poured a glass of wine for Charles and himself. Charles picked up the wine glass, looked at the clear wine in it, and asked Shiler: "You should also be a mind-power user, right? Are you a mutant?"

"I am just an ordinary person, Professor Charles."

Charles shook his head, clearly expressing his attitude of not believing Shiler's words at all, but Shiler said: "Professor, I think you should also have very in-depth research on psychology. I don't know if you have heard of the theory of 'Palace of Thinking'."

"Palace of Thinking? Do you mean the memory method of the Palace of Thinking? I have heard of it, but my research direction is not related to this. Are you trying to say that this was caused by the memory method of the Palace of Thinking?"

Charles looked up and looked around at everything in the room. Everything here was a bit too real.

"Indeed, but I don't want to deceive you. I admit that a single theoretical doctrine is not enough to create such a real world of thinking. I do have some special abilities related to the mind, but compared to your mind ability, it is really not worth mentioning."

Charles seemed a bit silent. He didn't mean to get to the bottom of it, but fell into thought.

"Do you know? Professor Shiler? You really surprised me too much." Charles looked at Shiler and said: "What surprises me is not only that you can build your own consciousness world so magnificently, but more importantly, I saw a new possibility..."

"This is also the purpose of my inviting you here." Shiler seemed to know what Charles was going to say. He took a sip of wine, then put down the wine glass, and said to Charles: "I have heard that you are the most powerful mind-power user in the world, possessing incomparable great power."

"At the same time, I have also heard of your noble character. You refuse to use this powerful power to rule the world, and you will never let anyone use this power to do bad things. Please forgive me for not being able to express my admiration for this noble character in specific language."

"But as a psychologist who has also studied in this area, I have always believed that this ability can not only be used for destruction, its most powerful aspect lies in creation, right?"

Charles touched the transparent coffee table in front of him with his fingers. The cold touch of the glass made him more awake. He nodded and said: "I also agree with this statement of yours. I once had the idea of building my own consciousness world. I thought about realizing things I couldn't realize there, just like now, in the real world, I can't walk smoothly with my legs, but here I can..."

"But I can't be sure whether indulging in my own dreams too much is a good thing? After all, no matter how real the dream is, it is still a dream. Even if the beautiful dream makes me feel happy and pleasant, when I return to the real world, the predicament still exists."

"Rather than saying, you are actually a bit guilty about enjoying the beautiful dream alone, right?" Shiler asked Charles.

"That's right, actually I know that I can build a virtual world in my consciousness space and complete everything I can't do in the real world there, just like now, in the real world, I can't walk smoothly with my legs, but here I can..."

"But if I indulge in the beauty of the dream, then who should I rely on to save those more unfortunate people in reality?"

"Professor Charles, I admire your sense of responsibility, but actually, dreams can do far more than that..."

"Have you ever thought about making dreams a reality?"

Charles frowned, Shiler continued: "Or rather, when the dream is already as real as reality, is it still a dream?"