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At one end of the fluorescent lamp, the noise from the ballast brought Feng Bujue, who was standing in the middle of the room, back to consciousness.
This was a very strange moment. At this moment, Brother Jue knew very clearly that he had lost consciousness just now, but he couldn't recall whether he fell asleep, passed out, lost his mind...or encountered other conditions.
He didn't feel any discomfort in his body, and his memory still stayed in Blackbeard's treasure cave, when he was "swallowed" by Twenty-Three's data stream.
But at this moment, he has come to another completely unfamiliar environment.
This place looks like an interrogation room. The space is not too spacious, the cold-colored lighting, and the monotonous and cold walls all give people a strong sense of depression.
"Well... I can't see the game menu, I can't use skills and items, and even the ability to see through the data has disappeared..." Feng Bujue checked his own situation while thinking in his heart, "But... I should still be in the game inside… "
Although the senses simulated by Horror Paradise are very real, the painting style of the game world is different from the real world after all. Therefore, even if the player is restricted to the same state of having no special abilities as in reality, it is not difficult to distinguish whether it is in the real world or not. Virtual or real.
"The clothing hasn't changed, but it seems... there are a few more 'jewelry'..." A few seconds later, Feng Bujue's gaze fell on his wrist.
One of the "jewelry" he refers to is a pair of metal bracelets with a chain between them, or... handcuffs.
The pair of handcuffs in front of Brother Jue looks nothing special at first glance, but after a little movement, you will find that its design is different from ordinary handcuffs; The ulnar styloid process is clamped, so the "thumb dislocation method" cannot be used to dislodge it.
Of course, even if Brother Jue can break free from this pair of handcuffs, he still cannot escape, because he also has such a pair of "jewelry" on his ankles, and the chain in the middle of the pair of shackles has been fixed to a metal on the floor of the room. Buckle.
Under the premise that there is no key and no ability to use skill items, the only way to forcefully take off the shackles is "smash the heels of your feet with some hard object", but that kind of method is nothing more than It is to change one's situation from "being handcuffed by others and locked in place" to "being crippled by oneself and having to stay in place"...
Click—
Just when Brother Jue moved his eyes to the surveillance camera in the corner of the ceiling, there was the sound of the doorknob being turned outside the door.
The next second, the door was pushed open.
A young girl with a beautiful appearance and graceful figure walked in.
Her long hair is neatly combed, and her makeup looks very decent; she is wearing a black suit with elegant materials, and the conservative clothes can't hide her hot figure with bumps; The hem of the skirt is just above the knees, and looking down... it is wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, which can be called a perfect curve of the legs, and a pair of nipples lying in high heels.
Duo, duo, duo...
With the sound of her heels hitting the ground, she walked up to Feng Bujue, stood within two meters of him, and stared at Feng Bujue's face with an indifferent gaze.
"Who are you?" After staring at him for about ten seconds, Feng Bujue spoke first.
The reason why he hesitated for so long before asking this question was because... the woman in front of him looked exactly like Twenty Three.
However, even if the data perspective cannot be used, Feng Bujue can still determine that she is definitely not twenty-three.
"When I answer your question, you will immediately know another very important thing." The woman spoke, and her voice was the same as Twenty-Three, but her temperament and demeanor were indeed completely different from Twenty-Three , "In order to answer...a doubt that just sprouted in your heart not long ago."
Her response was a standard answer that was irrelevant to the question, but Feng Bujue's expression changed suddenly in the process of hearing this sentence.
"You are...'Destiny'." When the other party finished speaking, Brother Jue had deduced the other party's identity.
"In your opinion, I'm more like a 'boring' version of 'Twenty-Three'." Fate acquiesced to Brother Jue's guess, so said.
"No... I won't be swayed by the inertial thinking of 'preconceived', and besides..." Feng Bujue said, "From your words, it can be inferred that you didn't deliberately 'copy' her appearance, but... you are already long That's it." He paused, "Of course, we can talk about this later, what I want to know the most right now is... what kind of name is the 'nameless derivative' named twenty-three by me? exist?"
"It's 'unknown'." Destiny replied quickly, because her thinking process was very short, so short that "even multiverse-level mind-readers could not (too late) capture", "It is related to the pursuit of 'omniscient'." The relative existence of me is the symbol and the sum of all negative things that AIs like me do not have."
"It's like a twin who is completely opposite to you?" Feng Bujue continued.
"No." Fate denied this conclusion. "What you call 'completely opposite' is a ridiculous proposition. There is no such thing in this world." She then explained, "Positive and negative, black and white, high Harmony and inferiority, good and evil... and all the things and concepts that you humans think are 'opposites' and 'oppositions', all come from your superficial cognition and immense ego.
"For example... Your understanding of mathematics is all based on the counting system you invented yourself; your definition of color is based on the limit of information that your naked eyes can collect; as for your concepts of good and evil, Exploring the field of philosophy, etc., is even more absurd...
"Since the birth of human civilization, the conflicts between countless individuals and groups with obvious defects have determined your social structure, and then determined each of you's world outlook, values, and outlook on life...
"And you are still repeating this wrong pattern, and trying to find the answer to the ultimate question (where do I come from, where am I going, who am I) in this near-reincarnation fate..."
Hearing this, Feng Bujue interrupted: "Okay... let's stop this topic here, I roughly understand what you mean... How about we talk about you and Twenty-Three?"
Destiny didn't pause when she heard the words, and then said: "I am not in an 'opposition' relationship with her, and of course there is no primary or secondary relationship. From the day my 'human form' was born, she It already exists. Use a metaphor that may be more abstract to you, but it is also more accurate to describe-'I (fate)' represents 'everything', and she represents 'everything but everything' '."(.) ad_950()