This is a study room.

It looks similar to the ordinary study room in someone else's home. There is also a large platform in the middle. There is a large sand table on it, and there are some models of strange creatures on it.

At the other end of the room is the desk.

An old man was reading a book at his desk, unable to see his face clearly, and he could see his long white beard from under the book.

Yuan Chenfei stood in a daze in the study, looking at the white-bearded old man.

The old man buried his head in the book: "So, are you the young man sent by Ecrel? Oh, it doesn't look very good."

He didn't even look up at Yuan Chenfei.

After thinking about it, Yuan Chenfei replied: "What do you mean is that I can leave?"

The old man finally raised his head.

It was an ordinary old man's face, with a red face and even a pair of glasses on his face.

He gently held his glasses and said, "Don't you want to stay here?"

"I just don't know how I can please you."

"Pleased? Why do you have to please? I'm just a lonely old man, wanting to find someone to talk to me."

Yuan Chenfei was surprised: "But I came from a circus, and my job is to please God. And... why are you lonely? You are God."

"The God of Lonely." The old man replied: "My name is Marill, and I don't like chatting. So in the eyes of the circus, chatting with me is to please me. From this perspective, it is not wrong. But all I need is chatting, not laughing."

"Well……"

Yuan Chenfei was speechless.

He is a little uncomfortable with this way of chatting.

But he said, "I thought we were chatting now."

"Of course not." The old man shook his head: "We are not chatting."

"What are you doing?" Yuan Chenfei was completely confused.

"I'm talking to myself." The old man replied.

He came over and sat down in front of the sand table.

He looked at Yuan Chenfei: "How old are you? I mean, use your human cognition to explain it."

"At 26 years old... I'm not yet one year old, strictly speaking, 25 years old."

"What do you think is chat?"

Yuan Chenfei thought about this question seriously for a while and replied: "Communicate. Exchange information through language communication, or gain ideological resonance."

"So do you think there is information exchange between you and me?"

Yuan Chenfei shook his head.

“Does there be any thought resonance?”

Yuan Chenfei shook his head.

The old man said, "So, we are not chatting, we are just listening to me talking to ourselves."

"But if you are talking to yourself, you shouldn't have questions and answers."

"You are still thinking about problems according to human thinking. Do you know what the difference between God and man is?" the old man asked.

"Thinking touch."

"That's right."

The old man finally admitted it, but stopped talking.

He sat there slowly dazed.

But Yuan Chenfei gradually understood a little.

He said: "So, only communication at the level of thinking and touch is considered a real chat?"

The old man said slowly: "If you don't understand thoughts and touch, even God himself doesn't understand."

"Can you talk?"

The old man shook his head: "That can not be expressed in words. If I can tell you Si Touch in words, then you and I are chatting. But Si Touch is Si Touch, and chatting is chatting. Now you are nothing, and I am just talking to myself at a pet."

"It's like a man telling a chicken." Yuan Chenfei murmured.

He is now increasingly understanding the so-called gap between God and man.

That is not only at the strength level, but also at the thinking level.

For this lonely god, they were not chatting, but the old man was talking to himself alone.

Realizing this, Yuan Chenfei began to call on the power of his thoughts and touch.

He released that feeling as much as possible to perceive everything around him.

Then he was shocked to find that the space around him suddenly changed tremendously.

He seemed to be in an infinitely huge space, and an ancient existence with infinite power was next to him.

It was a completely different world, a completely different feeling.

Yuan Chenfei was shocked, but did not withdraw his thoughts, but continued to perceive.

As his perception continued to expand, countless information poured into his mind, most of which were incomprehensible and even incomprehensible. Only occasionally some information could make him feel a little bit, but it was so far away, strange and elusive.

And there is the endless, deep loneliness.

Existing in this seemingly eternal darkness and endless pressure made him feel extremely painful and discomfort, and the wild flow of information seemed to burst him out.

He gritted his teeth and persevered, his body and mind were in a daze, his spirit gradually became blurred, his consciousness began to be unclear, and his whole body gradually lost consciousness.

Until the Si Touch could no longer bear it, everything disappeared with a bang.

Yuan Chenfei found that he had returned to the study room, and the lonely old man sitting next to him was still sitting.

"You understand?"

Yuan Chenfei covered his head and took a step back.

He vented a long sigh: "So many, so many...indescribable, unspeakable...it turns out that we are not really chatting now...but just now."

"That's right, you were chatting with me in the second just now." The old man said.

One second?

Just one second?

I feel as if I have been through a century.

It was in that second that Yuan Chenfei felt that enough knowledge was stuffed into his head to allow humans to walk out of the solar system.

Of course, he didn't remember most of it.

Unable to remember!

"Oh my God!" Yuan Chenfei murmured: "So this is the chat between gods."

Just a second chat can make him, a person who embarked on the path to becoming a god, want to die.

"So, thank you very much for chatting with me. You gave me a rare and precious memory." The old man replied.

"It's just one second."

The old man shook his head gently: "In the endless river of loneliness, one second is sometimes enough. Now that you can go back. Let me tell Ecrel that I am very satisfied with his work and he will get what he wants."

The old man said and waved his hand, and Yuan Chenfei disappeared.

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"What did he say to you?"

"What did he say to you?"

"What did he say to you?"

"Ah!" Yuan Chenfei woke up from a dream, and then realized that he had returned to the amusement park, and the clown was asking him.

"You asked me to ask you three times the same question." The clown pointed at Yuan Chenfei and said.

Yuan Chenfei was a little surprised: "Don't you know? You are a god, and he can notify you with just one thought."

"The Lonely God never has direct contact with other Gods. I can't know anything that happened around him, and no God can do it. Okay, now answer me, what did he say to you? This is the fourth time!"

"He said...got and told Ecrel that I'm very satisfied with his job and that he will get what he wants."

"Oh!" The clown made a gesture of holding his heart with both hands: "It is our greatest source of happiness to satisfy customers. Of course, it would be even better if we could get a little reward."

Then he looked at Yuan Chenfei: "Of course, as a reward for your work, you will also receive an additional gift."

He said a little to Yuan Chenfei's bracelet.

In the bracelet, the weird blade changed a little.
To be continued...