Chapter 35

Such a vast and complex amount of information is constantly being received by any human brain, but under automatic regulation, 99% of useless information is automatically hidden, and only a part that feels useful to the person is accepted.

However, under the deep control of the right hand, a certain control "valve" in Chen Yang's brain was suddenly opened, and his information reception and processing capabilities increased by four to five times compared to before.

Such a state is almost unimaginable for humans, and almost no one in human history has experienced such a state, let alone provided material for human research.

At this moment, Chen Yang's brain was not only processing sound information; it was not as clear as before. Countless memories surged from the hippocampus, countless memory scenes flashed and vanished. Such a terrifying amount of information would surely cause mental breakdowns and madness in ordinary people, but Chen Yang felt at ease. At this moment, he seemed like a god, calmly accepting various information from a high vantage point, even able to process and combine it instantly.

Then...

Chen Yang opened his eyes...

What kind of feeling was this?

If, with his eyes closed, just listening to sounds from all directions, the amount of information could be expressed as 1, then with his eyes open, the amount of visual information flooding in was 100!

How terrifying, how vast!

Looking at the distant street lamp, the retinal nerve cells cut the image into independent parts at a speed of one-thirtieth of a second, capturing the overall outline, height, structure, and color of the street lamp...

Then, the thalamus immediately adjusted the electrical activity rhythm of the visual cortex cells to a frequency of 40 cycles per second, synthesizing the information in the cortex.

Vision, hearing, touch, and smell—these sensory signals were adjusted to the same frequency and transmitted back to the thalamus in a coherent and precise rhythm, followed by computational processing.

What a powerful sensation, as if everything was under his control!

Chen Yang was neither excited nor afraid; he was calm, as if his emotions were significantly suppressed in this state, making it difficult for feelings to arise.

"Host, replenish food."

The right hand was monitoring Chen Yang's body in real-time and found that after controlling Chen Yang to enter this state, his brain consumed 10 calories per minute, which already exceeded the calories burned per minute during a slow jog.

An ordinary person consumes 3,000 to 4,000 calories a day, but after being parasitized by it, Chen Yang needed to consume more than 30,000 calories a day. However, most of the energy was absorbed by the right hand, leaving little for Chen Yang, so he always felt hungry.

Replenish food?

Hearing the right hand's words, Chen Yang did not hesitate, and he walked out of the neighborhood in a determined direction.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The man who had worked the night shift was coughing as he passed by Chen Yang. Chen Yang's gaze swept over him, and the man's appearance was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Leaving the neighborhood, there was a fairly large supermarket nearby. Chen Yang entered the brightly lit supermarket and went to the food section.

The foods that could quickly replenish energy were probably only glucose, candy, and chocolate. However, in just a short distance of a dozen meters, Chen Yang's gaze casually swept over the shelves, and all the information about the various food items entered his mind.

Quantity, names, positions...

Regardless of whether Chen Yang wanted it or not, the complex information flooded into his brain and was quickly processed. This feeling did not make Chen Yang feel uncomfortable; instead, the novel and unprecedented experience made him find it quite interesting.

Stopping, Chen Yang stood still and looked down at the various chocolates on the shelves.

There were round boxes, paper boxes, and loose chocolates. After a moment's hesitation, Chen Yang didn't care whether they were boxed or loose, or what brand they were. He grabbed a large handful of chocolates.

This amount of chocolate should be enough. Resisting the urge to immediately tear open the packaging and eat them, Chen Yang walked out.

At the supermarket exit, four or five customers were waiting to pay. Chen Yang joined the queue and looked at the staff member holding the scanner, who was scanning the barcodes of the items.

It was clear that the female supermarket staff member, in her late twenties, had become very proficient in her work over the years. She would grab an item, scan it, and then pass it to her colleague, who would place the purchased items in a bag.

After all the items were scanned, the total price would appear on the computer screen.

Collecting money, giving change, and providing receipts, she would quickly finish with one customer and then smile at the next. This showed that her professional skills were very high.

"Three hundred and seventy-two yuan and five jiao..."

"Three hundred and seventy-two yuan and five."

The first sentence was whispered by Chen Yang, and the second was said by the staff member with a smile to the customer.

Compared to the scanner, Chen Yang's eyes just needed to glance at the price tags on the items, and the total price was calculated, which was several times faster.

If someone could hear Chen Yang's whispers, they would be shocked to find that every time a customer placed all their items on the counter, Chen Yang would immediately whisper the total price before the staff member even started scanning the barcodes.

Such a performance would be hard to imagine if not seen and heard firsthand.

After waiting for a while, it was finally Chen Yang's turn. He stepped forward, placed all the chocolates on the counter, and took out 412.5 yuan, which he had prepared, and gently placed it on the counter.

Although the staff member had maintained a smile all along, she was still surprised to see someone buying a large bag of chocolates.

To be honest, few people would buy so many chocolates at once in a supermarket, which was indeed a bit strange. However, as a supermarket staff member, she had no right to comment on what a customer wanted to buy.

She maintained a professional smile, picked up the boxes of chocolates one by one, and scanned them. There were plastic boxes, paper boxes, and loose chocolates, with varying prices.

"Thank you for your purchase. The total is 412.5 yuan..."

She said with a smile.

Chen Yang pointed to the money on the counter, didn't take the receipt, and grabbed the bag of chocolates, walking out the door.

"Ah, sir, wait a moment..."

She was caught off guard. How could someone just walk out? She quickly counted the money on the counter, which included 50-yuan, 10-yuan, and 5-yuan bills, and found it was exactly 412.5 yuan.

Hmm, she remembered that the man had placed the money on the counter as soon as he arrived. What a coincidence?

She looked up, but the man was already gone.

What a strange person, expressionless, with a peculiar gaze.

She didn't pay much attention. Although he bought a lot of chocolates, perhaps he had already calculated the total before buying. It wasn't a big deal.

Her attention quickly turned to the next customer.

Chen Yang walked out of the supermarket, took a piece of chocolate from his pocket, tore it open, and chewed it a few times before swallowing.

Chocolate, one bite is sweet, two bites are enjoyable, three or four bites are incredibly delicious, with a lingering aftertaste.

But if someone were to eat like Chen Yang, they would probably swear never to touch chocolate again.

A long rectangular piece of chocolate, Chen Yang bit off half in one bite, and the rest in the next. He then quickly tore open the next piece and finished it in two bites.

A round box of chocolates contained about twelve pieces. After walking just a few dozen meters, the box was empty.

Repeating this, by the time he finished a street, the sixty to seventy pieces of chocolate in his pocket were all in his stomach.

No ordinary person would dare to eat so much chocolate in such a short time, for fear of vomiting.

(Yesterday, I saw two girls around ten years old playing badminton. The two girls were so bored; one would hit the shuttlecock, and the other would miss, and this went on for over twenty rounds without a single successful return. Then, even more boring, I actually stood there and watched for seven or eight minutes!)

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