After the socket was plugged in, Lin An subconsciously took two steps back and stared at the TV screen.
Maybe it was because he had come into contact with so many anomalies that he didn't even think it was strange that there was no power, but the action of plugging it in was a bit strange.
Soon, almost as soon as the power was turned on, the continuously looping interview clips on the screen suddenly stopped, like a stuck video tape, stuck at the second when the researcher opened his mouth to speak.
The faint blue screen light reflected on his face. While Lin An was waiting nervously, the screen suddenly flickered, and within a few seconds, it turned into a mess of deformed garbled characters.
It's like a mosaic of grimaces.
"Zizzi! Zizzi!"
Before Lin An could subconsciously tighten his grip on the spear in his hand.
The next second, the screen went black and was replaced by another video.
The scene suddenly switched to a laboratory, and a female reporter wearing red clothes also appeared in the lens.
"Zi Zi"
"Hello, Dr. Fujita."
"I and the audience in front of the screen are very curious about special mental illnesses such as phantom limb syndrome. According to what you just said, phantom limb syndrome is still an extremely difficult mental illness to cure, and dozens of people suffer from it every year.
Thousands of people suffered.”
"I would like to ask, can't we use medication or psychological counseling? Modern medical treatment is so advanced, why are we helpless? Can you briefly explain the principle of this disease?"
Facing the host's question, the researcher sitting on the work chair smiled and took the microphone.
"Regarding this issue, I can only say that there are still many mysteries of the human body that we don't know. We have only scratched the surface of the research on nerves and brains. Especially mental issues are too complex and profound."
"But according to academic
From the current perspective of the world, phantom limb syndrome is more of a physiological disease than a mental disease."
"The patients' thinking logic, including daily life, is fine, but a small number of them are unable to bear the pain caused by this type of disease, leading to mental disorders, leading to a breakdown in thinking and going to extremes."
The researcher used his words carefully and paused slightly, not intending to make it too complicated.
"Phantom limb syndrome is actually a cognitive dissonance caused by the brain's inability to accept that it is missing a certain limb part."
"It's like a faucet that keeps running water. Normally we turn off the faucet when we receive a glass of water. But for phantom limb syndrome, the faucet can no longer be turned off."
"The brain will continuously release signals to the damaged parts, ordering them to feedback electrical signals and status. But the corresponding limb nerves are gone, and the brain naturally cannot receive the feedback information."
"In this case, the corresponding neural area of the brain will continue to increase the signal and repeat the 'asking'. As a result, people will naturally not be able to stand this kind of stimulation."
The researcher smiled, looked at the reporter who seemed to understand, and simply started with the simplest metaphor.
"It's like your mother yelling at you to get up. If you can't get up, she will yell over and over again. If she yells too much, she will annoy you. She might even get angry and rush in to beat you. Your father will also be annoyed when he listens in the living room.
It's obviously not him who shouted, but maybe he will be implicated."
Listening to the researcher's humorous explanation, the reporter suddenly understood and couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle.
"Oh, I understand! But according to what you said, can't we tell the brain not to shout anymore? Just like when I stay in bed, I always say that I am so sleepy and can't get up!"
"It's difficult. This idea is correct and it is the direction of our research, but it is difficult to achieve."
The researcher shook his head, put away the smile on his face and said seriously
"Theoretically, we can cure phantom limb syndrome as long as we tell the corresponding nerve parts information. But the cells and nerve tissue in the brain cannot understand "human language". We can't tell them what they should do or what they should know.
, otherwise humans would have been able to develop their own brains without limit. They could even move towards immortality and cure cancer!”
"Human consciousness is collective consciousness. We can only talk to the final thought, but not to the nerves." .??.
"Speaking of which, this point already involves the nature of life and the ultimate question of what consciousness is. For example, why do we have thoughts and why can we be composed of a bunch of simple nerve cells."
"Are we controlling the body? Or is the body controlling us?"
"Does consciousness really exist? Is human consciousness also a type of phantom limb syndrome?"
Perhaps it was a professional issue. As the researcher was talking, he suddenly realized that he had gone off topic. There was no other way. As a neuroscientist, who doesn’t want to figure out the ultimate mystery of human consciousness?
Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, the researcher quickly changed the topic and smiled awkwardly:
"Of course, the cause of phantom limb syndrome may not be what we think."
"To give a simple example, there are many patients with missing arms. They often feel non-existent sensations. For example, they clearly have no hands and have not touched the fire, but they are burned by the fire."
"So we speculate that the sources of information we get through other senses are also to blame for phantom limb syndrome."
"For example, seeing and hearing something will also trigger a synergistic effect and lead to cognitive errors."
Standing up, the researcher smiled and looked at
He raised his hands mysteriously towards the female reporter.
"To make it easier for everyone to understand, I can take you to play a small game. In this game, I can let you feel what phantom limb syndrome is all about!"
"Games?"
The female reporter was slightly stunned when she saw the researcher suddenly raise his left hand, and then put the ring finger and middle finger of his left hand together alternately.
"Come on, everyone can do it with me."
"First we cross the ring and middle fingers of our left hand."
"Next, we use our crossed fingertips to rub and slide the tip of our nose up and down. Note, it's the fingertips~"
"Believe me, repeat it a few times and you will make surprising discoveries!"
After the words fell, the female reporter subconsciously imitated the researcher's movements and sat up. After a few seconds, the female reporter's eyes suddenly widened and she screamed in fright.
"Oh my God!"
"Two noses! I actually touched two noses!"
"No"
"It's two heads!"
The screen flashed, and the researcher looked at the camera with a smile, as if his eyes could pass through the screen, and spoke seriously
"We can feel the two heads."
In the dark and silent hall, Lin An stood stiffly on the spot.
At some point, his left hands had joined together like the girl did, and slowly touched his nose.
“Salsa”
Rub your fingertips and move your eyebrows upward.
A few seconds later, Lin An's head was shaking, and an indescribable, even unbelievable feeling instantly appeared in his mind.
