The degree of it was the same, and the pleasure was the same too.
The advantage was that my fingers could feel things other people couldn't. For example, if I placed my palm on the ground,
I could feel every grain of sand touching my skin—and even tell exactly how many there were.
Irene didn't have that ability. The third eye was generally found in mammals; insects didn't have one.
Thinking of that, I suddenly realized that wild guesses wouldn't get me anywhere. Wasn't there a super-scientist right beside me? This old man had even extracted the virus solution.
I might as well ask him. It was better than making wild guesses on my own.
"Old man."
After dinner, I lay on a large rock, staring blankly at the sky and feeling the coolness against my back.
"Hmm?"
Long Bixian had finished eating and was boiling water to make tea. The old man had all sorts of odd habits. He was even using his purple clay teapot in a place like this.
Hearing me, Long Bixian gave me a puzzled look.
"You know about the human third eye, right?"
"Hmm..."
When Long Bixian heard me, his expression grew a little serious, as if he were recalling something. He stared at the kettle over the campfire, his eyes unfocused.
"The third eye..."
I said nothing. The old man would explain.
"It exists. It can sense some things that we normally can't, but the third eye has completely regressed into the pineal gland. It starts to calcify as soon as it forms, and by the time a person is born, it's basically completely calcified. By adulthood, it's become entirely useless."
After he finished, the old man fell silent for a while. He picked up a stick and nudged the firewood, gazing at