Lu Yu laughed and said: "I don't want to? Oh, I, I actually don't like torture to extract confessions, although I am very proficient in it. Oh, I'm really old, and I thought of being so cruel to life. I really couldn't bear it."
The woman immediately looked wary and looked at Lu Yu seriously, and then said: "I don't know anything, I can't say anything. And... who are you?!"
Lu Yu looked at her and then smiled.
Generally speaking, women would not admit their lies. They will really treat a lie as the truth, deceive everyone, even themselves, and then... take it to the grave.
Now the woman admitted.
Why admit
A spy of the Demon Sect gave up his resistance to lies. What does it mean
This is a... temptation!
Lu Yu was testing each other, and she was also testing Lu Yu.
Sometimes the spy doesn’t have to hide her identity, but it’s okay to show her identity, as long as... she can achieve her ultimate goal.
Therefore, Lu Yu believes that what she wants to accomplish, her task, has nothing to do with whether or not she exposes her identity in front of Lu Yu, nor does it affect her.
This makes Lu Yu very strange.
But it was strange. Lu Yu had done everything he needed to do, and he did it. The next step is to explore the secret.
But... Don't worry.
Lu Yu looked at the bonfire, then smiled softly.
"Who am I? Who am I? This question... is too profound. In fact, after all, I don’t know who I am anymore. My appearance has changed, my body shape has changed, and even my body has changed a bit. … Well, change, but the first princess can still recognize me, then I don’t know what I look like in her eyes, why she recognizes me, after all, many people can’t recognize me, too. He did not recognize me. So... I want to ask, who are you?"
The woman didn't expect Lu Yu to ask such a rhetorical question. He had already guessed his identity, and he didn't deny it.
Seeing her not speaking, Lu Yu continued: "Who are you? Are you a spy of the demon sect? Or the ordinary woman who works hard at home? Or is there a certain dream and desire in her heart but is occupied by faith? Yes, the innocent girl who used to be ignorant? Who are you? Could it be that the spy of the Demon Sect is your truest identity? But... how is this possible?"
Few people could understand what Lu Yu said, even the protagonist in his words, the lady of the Demon Sect.
Lu Yu often feels like this, who he is, exactly who he is.
At the very beginning, he thought his thoughts were weird, he was himself, there was nothing to say.
But then, he discovered... This matter is not that simple.
Actually... Many people will have this question, even the most ordinary people have the most normal temperaments.
"Everyone has doubts about their identity."
Lu Yu looked at the people around him. Since he was sitting in the best position by the campfire, he should tell a story, at least, so that everyone can have a better entertainment before sleeping in this long night.
"Everyone present, have you ever thought about it, that is... Are you businessmen? Travelers? Ordinary people who do things? Or the children of parents, parents of children, husbands of wives, wives of husbands... Which one? Who is the real you? Or in other words, which identity defines your existence? Some people, when introducing themselves, will say what they do, especially a businessman. When others ask who you are, you will say , I’m a businessman who sells something, and sometimes I don’t even say my name. But some people are not. When others ask who I am, they will say, whose son I am and what is it called. Do you think this What is the difference?"
Fu Liu sat beside Lu Yu, hearing these words, couldn't help but put his head on his shoulder.
Lu Yu smiled and continued: "Some people say that this is a kind of self-cognition of oneself, but in fact it is not. It is just a superficial understanding of one's own achievements. People will subconsciously value what they value most, and think that it is the most. Valuable information that best reflects one's identity, tell others. Just like a person I once knew, he was very rich. In the world at that time, no one was richer than him. The Tianxia Group, a local The extreme name, but it really almost melts the whole world into it, and installs it. Even the most powerful people in the world must maintain sufficient respect when facing him, but when any People, who know him, and those who don’t know him, when they ask about the identity of this person, he will be very proud to say, I am a guitarist, professional! Hehe, guitar is the most common piece of music, like Yang Qin here, even an ordinary child, can simply play a piece of music. In fact, his so-called professional, the so-called guitarist, is just that he ran into a song when he was 67 years old. At the guitar competition, people gave him a commemorative award because of his identity. Well... I personally think that it can only be regarded as listening. It has just been out of the category of noise, but it is definitely not counted. Music. Everyone thinks that he said this is a kind of ridicule, a joke, I once asked him seriously, after all, my gun is on his head, and in three seconds, he will die in my gun. I asked this question again, very serious. I asked, who are you? What is your identity? He smiled, a little bitter, he said, he is a guitarist, since he just remembered, He fell on the guitar of a neighbor’s kid, his sleeves hit the strings, and he made a few sounds that weren’t a piece of music at all. He fell in love with that sound. Even if he broke a piano, he was not only caught by the neighbor’s When he returned home, he was beaten by the drunkard’s father. The poor young man, the pursuit of that piano sound became his only motivation to survive, even though... Nearly seventy years later, he stood on money At the top, he has everything that the world can think of. He even has his own performance team, a concert hall of tens of thousands of square meters, one of the best musicians in the world, and a huge concert with more than 180 people... that They are all owned by him, but he just likes the guitar, the most common kind, every day as long as he is free, he will play for a while and practice for a while, but he really has no talent. People who are dying, think What happened to him was not his wife, children, and grandson who was messing around in a foreign country, let alone the granddaughter who caused him to kill him, thinking...It's just the piano, the kid running around in the corridor, trying to make himself happy as much as possible... So who is this? What defines one's identity and what makes one feel proud is really different. So... now you ask yourself, who are you and whose son is it? Whose father is it? Is it the seller of a certain product, or... the ignorant boy who used to walk in the field with his feet in mud? "
Lu Yu's voice was soft, with a pleasant charm.
When he said so simply, his voice was like a piece of movement, which made people gradually fall into contemplation...
But there are always those guys who are not very'on the road', such as Fu Liu, blinking his big eyes, and curiously asking: "That guy, the guy who plays the guitar, did you kill him?"
The corner of Lu Yu's eyes twitched, and then he smiled bitterly, and said, "Kill. It is because of killing that I will think about this question. Who am I, a murderous demon? A god who judges the life and death of others? A superior world. What's the matter? Or a...machine..."