Chapter 84 (1/2)
The world unfolds in Chen Ang's eyes. The breeze touching his face, the slightest reaction of his skin, the cold steel under his feet, and the sound of electric current jumping in his ears are all real and empty.
Standing opposite Chen ang, in front of the earth king was another ”Chen ang”. Like a mirror, Chen ang smiled and took a step forward. His body suddenly flowed like water waves. His face was distorted. When he appeared again, he was impressively taught by X.
”Surprised?” from Professor X's mouth, came the voice of magneto.
Professor X got up from his wheelchair and said with a crazy smile, ”humans are such fragile things, do you believe it? They rely on their own feelings to understand and observe the world. This real cognition is so fragile. Their thoughts, personality, cognition and everything in their personality depend on this fragile, ridiculous and wrong sensory perception!”
”Shaping a person's internal existence is the information he receives. The source of this information is limited to human senses. We know the world and shape our personality gradually from the information we see and hear. In turn, information can shape a person and naturally destroy a person, as long as he is smart enough!” Chen ang smiled.
”You are a smart man, so you are an illusion Master, not a five sense manipulator.”
”You're right!” Jason said madly, ”I'm a master of manipulating illusion, I'm a master of manipulating psychology, I shape those people into what I want to see, and I'm their master!”
He took back his trembling hand, looked at Chen ang and said, ”you are a different person. Among all the people I have seen, you are the only one who uses these strange things to perceive the world.”
Jason, disguised as a professor, sighed: ”I think you can know me. You should know me. My father, ha! Is also a fool. He tried to shape me into a weapon to control me, but there is a problem. Who created his extreme, his madness and his ridiculous ideas?”
”It's you!” Chen ang said calmly, ”of course it's you. His madness and anxiety, his hatred and extremes, he's your most successful work. You must be very satisfied, because you don't manipulate a person, but create a personality and shape a person, his hatred and love, his persistence and dreams. This feeling must be very good!”
”It's wonderful. His madness, his incompatibility with the world, his complex feelings for me, how contradictory and great existence! Talents are the most beautiful works of art, great, despicable, infatuated and unforgettable things. This was originally God's work. Now, another great artist, he participated in the shaping process.” Jason's voice suddenly sank.
”He is my father. He gave me life. He created me! I am his father. I recreated him. What a wonderful cycle.” Jason looked at his hands. He waved to the sun and shouted, ”I am the sun!”
Chen ang saw the sun melt and fall in the sky, integrated with Professor X disguised by Jason, and became a light man without face and outline.
”It looks like truth, like illusion, false and true. The brain in the jar is the master of illusion.”
Chen ang sighed, ”I thought you were a scientist, but I didn't expect you to be an artist.”
Chen ang is disappointed. Although Jason has really developed his ability, it seems completely different from his expectations. Chen ang hopes that Jason is a calm and objective psychologist and a master of crime manipulating human nature. Through the study of human heart and human nature, we can destroy and reshape people with our senses.
Unfortunately, he only saw a madman who used his powers as poison {products. He took madness and madness for granted. Just like psychotropic drugs, he used his abilities crazily. He didn't explore the mystery of human brain and deeply explore the people obsessed by Chen ang, but infected others with madness and chaos.
Therefore, people can't play art. Once they engage in art, people will be abandoned. At least half of them will be crazy. Once they trace back to philosophy, the whole person will be crazy!
”Jason, your opinion is very interesting, but it's a pity...” Chen ang said faintly: ”if it's just like this, it's OK to be called the phantom clown. You don't deserve the name of the phantom master!”
Jason's voice was silent. The sunlight in the air suddenly became gloomy. A hoarse voice and Jason's real voice echoed in the air. ”I thought you could appreciate my art. Now it seems that you only deserve to be my art!” the light disappeared in the world bit by bit, and sulfur and flame began to roast this space.