Hunting College

Professor Yi sat behind his desk.

Page after page after page, very patiently turning over the pile of materials that Yao brought.

From time to time, he raised his head and looked carefully at the young public student sitting opposite him.

Professor Yao quietly buried himself in the thick smoke-I don't know whether it was the special effect of the pipe or the spell that Old Yao cast. The bluish white smoke was cast within three feet of his body. No wisp of escape.

Zheng Qing leaned on his knees with his hands and sat upright on the chair with his back straight, and the two badges hung on his chest shone brightly even in the dim room.

Maintaining this proper sitting posture is very hard, very hard.

But in order to impress the harsh divination professor opposite, he had to grit his teeth and persevere.

Time passed by minute by minute.

When the serving elves changed the cup of hot tea on the desk for the third time, Professor Yi finally put down the papers in his hand, took off his glasses, and rubbed his slightly puffy eyes.

The elf quickly brought a hot towel to help the professor.

"Very interesting... indeed very interesting." Professor Yi covered his face with a towel, and his voice seemed a little dull, but the curiosity and excitement in his tone were very clearly conveyed even through the towel.

This puzzled the young public-funded students.

He doesn't know how interesting the professor of divination finds it.

"That's why I brought him to see you... I didn't even mention this to Emma." Old Yao bit his pipe and said vaguely, his voice full of laughter: "Speaking of which , This talent is still very useful...I remember that you did a good job in the force field of Nianzi, so I gave him to you."

Professor Yi pulled off the towel from his face and threw it to the elf, staring at Old Yao with scorching eyes, lowered his voice and asked: "Don't explain...I know you just fell in love with my private notebook."

Professor Yao immediately coughed violently, making people think he would cough up his heart and lungs at any time.

Zheng Qing turned around anxiously and glanced at him.

Old Yao waved his hand again and again, indicating that he was OK.

After a long time, he panted heavily, sat up again, grinned hoarsely: "The news about him...Aren't you curious?"

"Have you been sure?" Professor Yi asked immediately.

"I'm sure, I'm sure... I've confirmed several times." Lao Yao waved his hand to dissipate the thick smoke in front of him, and shook his head again and again: "Except for the familiar breath, you can't see anything else... why don't you try? I have let him witness his dreams before...only some specious fragments...not even a corner of his clothes.

If it weren’t for the Great Wizarding Conference’s overly strict management of Veritaserum..."

Behind the desk, Professor Yi coughed twice, interrupting Lao Yao's unscrupulous nagging.

Zheng Qing listened to the illogical dialogue between the two professors, only feeling that his brain hurts.

His instinct told himself that there was something in the words of the two professors.

"What the clip can tell us is only some possibilities... These may be strung together by a clue." The professor of the divination class turned to look at Zheng Qing, reached out a tarot card from the drawer, and cleaned it smoothly. , Slowly warning:

"If you can't find a clue, it will be false to see more clips...Never touch these clips at will...Well, before formulating a treatment plan, let's do a little test."

Zheng Qing stared blankly.

The professor's words seem to have some philosophical truths, but they are too empty and completely confusing.

"Draw one."

With dozens of tarot cards floating in front of Zheng Qing, Professor Yi nodded at him.

The young public-sponsored student finally breathed a sigh of relief—he finally understood what the professor was saying.

Without hesitation, Zheng Qing immediately pointed at a card in front of him.

Professor Yi didn't let him see the cards, but put the tower cards away, and said to Lao Yao sternly: "Since his clues are involved...I will work harder."

"Easy to say, easy to say." Old Yao nodded with a smile.

Professor Yi turned his attention to Zheng Qing again.

"I have read some of the test data provided by Lao Yao and I agree with his judgment. You are indeed a witness." Unlike the lecture, Professor Yi's voice seemed a little faint in the office. Will float away.

Zheng Qing had to work hard to concentrate and pray that he would not miss the point.

"However, witnesses and witnesses are also different...just like this world won't have two identical leaves."

"In terms of calculations, we pay special attention to such subtle differences."

"Are you curious, why did your dean ask me, a professor of arithmetic, to formulate a treatment plan for you?"

Zheng Qing nodded involuntarily, then immediately woke up and shook his head quickly.

As if perceiving the joking smile on the face of the professor opposite, he bit the bullet and explained: "Professor Yao said that you are an authority in the field of thought..."

"In this matter... it has nothing to do with Nianzi Lichang.

"Professor Yi interrupted Zheng Qing's explanation and asked, "What do you know about witnesses?" "

"Witnesses belong to a special kind of divination profession..." Zheng Qing frowned, tried to search through the tiny bits of pitiful memories that popped up in his mind, and packaged and resold them for export: "Well, they are better at getting divination in dreams. Counting elements...well, some fragments of the past, present, or future can be obtained through dreams... The richness of the fragments obtained varies according to the strength of the ability... Oh, and the dream fragments of the witnesses It can be used as evidence in court."

Yao's deep laughter came from behind.

Zheng Qing's face flushed immediately.

Basically, he learned this information from Professor Yao. In some cases, he even copied Lao Yao's words completely.

The original book is behind, and it is indeed unavoidable to make people laugh.

Professor Yi did not seem to notice the embarrassment on the face of the young wizard, but added an explanation: "Although it is good, it is not accurate enough... The dream fragments used as evidence in court must be extracted through memory and loaded into a special container. To present it. And any kind of memory extraction spell has certain damage to the wizard spirit."

Zheng Qing was frightened.

Although he doesn't mind a cameo appearance of Conan Holmes, if this honor requires a price that damages his mental health, he is determined not to.

Professor Yi's voice became a little serious: "So, you must be clear... Gain and pay, or success and price, are equivalent. To get the truth, you must pay the same price."

Zheng Qing quietly swallowed.

"Your head illness is actually part of these costs."

Zheng Qing immediately raised his ears.

"Like what I told you in my previous class. Divination is an act of stealing the secrets of heaven and earth. The universe and all things move naturally, and interpersonal interactions cause and effect spontaneously. Divination requires the law of operation and cause and effect."

"According to Moores' Law, the degree of disturbance of information is directly proportional to the ease of obtaining information...that is, the easier to obtain information, the less disturbance of information."

"A bit hard to understand?"

"Let's put it this way, for example, a fireball spell, its power is proportional to the backlash of the spell. The greater the power of the spell, the stronger the backlash; the less powerful the spell ~www.readwn.com~ the lighter the backlash."

"In the unified information theory, spells can be approximated as information acquisition methods; spell backlash can be approximated as the degree of information disturbance... the easier to obtain information (the weaker the spell), the less the information disturbance degree (the lighter the backlash ).

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"Your head disease is the body's stress response caused by information disturbance."

"That's easy to understand."

Zheng Qing stared at a pair of mosquito-repellent incense eyes, trying to restrain the thought of fainting completely.

"Divine calculation is also a kind of magic, so it also strictly abides by the Moores law... I have told you more than once in class... Never wave the thread of fate at will, no one knows that thread Behind, is it the sword of Damocles hanging over your head."

Speaking of this, Professor Yi was suddenly disappointed.

He snapped his fingers, and the tiny starry sky above his head suddenly burst into brilliant light, illuminating the otherwise dim office a lot.

The professor pulled out a notebook from the drawer, put it in front of Zheng Qing, and said, "This notebook is why Lao Yao asked you to come to me."

"Fortunetellers have grabbed the most information in this world, so the information disturbance they endure is also the strongest."

"Each divination genre contains methods to resist information disturbance."

"In the eyes of any wizard, this is not a secret."

"But this is the first university. This notebook belongs to all the fortune-tellers of the first university... I just keep it for them... and then choose the right person to pass it on."

"Of course, letting you read this notebook does not mean that you have become the heir of the first college fortune-tellers.

"It's just that you are from the first university, a very special student."

"That's all there is to it."