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"Player?" Feng Bujue repeated the other party's question, showing a smile, "What player? We don't play online games or anything."
"Hmm..." Hearing Brother Jue's response, Xiao Tan couldn't help squinting at him, thinking, "As expected of Brother Jue... in a world connected by online games without changing his expression, he confronted a person who might not belong to him. In the online game world, the npc who is super-dimensionally aware of the essence of his own existence said that he does not play online games..." He really didn't pay much attention to sentence sentences when he was thinking about things in his heart, "In a sense... this should be the legend. The triple version of 'Open Your Eyes and Tell Nonsense'... ”
"You know what I'm talking about." Hirata glared at Brother Jue and said, "Do you think... denial is useful?"
"Hmph..." Feng Bujue replied with a smile, "Then... suppose... please note that it's just a hypothesis... suppose we are indeed the so-called 'players' you mentioned, what do you think?"
"ss_attack." Within a second, Hirata replied coldly.
As soon as these words came out, Wang Tanzhi's expression immediately changed.
"I'm sorry, I'm just in the fourth grade of elementary school, and I don't understand the word before attack." Feng Bujue reacted quickly, he immediately took half a step forward, and said quickly while standing in front of Xiaotan.
"Is that so..." Hirata sneered, "But...it seems that your companion understands."
"Cut..." Feng Bujue said unhappily in his heart, "This guy's ability to read words is not bad..."
At the same time, Xiao Tan said regretfully: "Oops... I forgot that I was a primary school student, and I'm dragging Brother Jue again..."
Two seconds later, Feng Bujue replied to Pingtian with his usual expression: "Oh? Is that so... Maybe it's because... His English scores are good." He said. He also looked back at Xiao Tan, "Huntaro, what does that word mean?"
"Consciousness." Xiao Tan replied concisely.
"Hehe..." Feng Bujue laughed after hearing this, and looked at Pingtian again, "So, are you trying to use some kind of mental attack on us?"
"Yes." Hirata replied.
"Can I ask... why is this?" Feng Bujue said, "Because we are so-called 'players'?" At the same time, he did not forget to raise his paws and made a "quotation mark" gesture.
"Isn't this reason enough?" Hirata asked rhetorically, "Does the hatred of 'we' towards 'you' need to be explained?"
"You might as well explain it." Feng Bujue was trying to prolong the communication time with the other party. Use this to gather more information.
"Think about it differently, Cat Saburo... Or... I don't know what your real name is, Mr. Player." Hirata said, "If one day, you find that you are just a character imagined by others, how would you feel? ?” He paused. Then, "When you realize... your origin, appearance, personality, encounters, etc... are all programmed by others; your words and deeds are all fantasies drawn by another person with a pen or keyboard; And all the joys, anger, sorrows, and joys you experience... those feelings that you think are true, are all instilled in you by others... "
"Huh..." At this point, Hirata let out a long breath, "At that time, what do you have left? Your whole body, from the spiritual to the physical level. There is even a little bit of something that really belongs to you' Yours?" He shook his head and smiled wryly. "Heh... I can tell you that when you have figured it all out... all that will be left in your heart will be endless, irrefillable voids and sorrows... Only 'hatred' can comfort you."
"Ha! Hahahahahaha..." Feng Bujue laughed wildly when he heard this.
His smile is so wicked and manic, to be fair. When typing this line, I don't even know what he's going to do next...
"I thought what were you going to say..." Brother Jue laughed for a while. Shrugged and said, "Don't you think... your own words are a paradox?"
"What did you say?" Hirata asked with a suspicious look on his face.
"Let me tell you this..." Feng Bujue said, "Suppose... as you said, your thinking mode and every word and deed are all arranged by others, then... at this moment, your perception of your own existence Questioning, thinking, dissatisfaction, hatred... are undoubtedly arranged by the person who created you. That is to say... you are not questioning, not thinking, and you have no dissatisfaction or hatred... These are all just a creator with a pen Or what the keyboard gives you, your rather repressed emotions and behaviors... are essentially no different from complaining.
At most, the purpose is different...
Some behaviors are designed to make people think, some behaviors are designed to make people laugh, but at the end of the day... these are not your own 'purposes'. According to you, you never had any 'purpose'. Because everything about you 'from the mental to the physical' has been instilled by others. "
"This..." Hearing this, Hirata was already shaken...
"On the contrary..." Feng Bujue's narration continued, "We can make another hypothesis, for example... when the 'creator' focuses on other things, you will become an independent Thinking, self-aware individual. In that case, you would have to admit that part of your 'existence' is indeed your own... maybe your destiny is being swayed by a higher-dimensional being than you, but you Not 100% involuntary.
Your relationship...is like the creator and mortal in a religion. You can complain that life treats you like a bitch, but you can't say you've lived your whole life like a showman. "
"No... no..." Hirata's eyes were filled with surprise, and he muttered negative words in his mouth, but he failed to further refute Feng Bujue's theory.
"Although I don't know what you guys are talking about... But it feels very powerful..." At the same second, Xiao Tan moved closer to Brother Jue and whispered.
"To be honest... I have thought about what he just said a long time ago." Feng Bujue also turned his head, and sighed to Xiao in a low voice, "I have long since stopped being entangled in this."
"Have you ever struggled with it..." Xiao Tan said, "Wait... Before that, would most people think about that kind of problem?"
"what-"
While they were talking, Hirata-kun who was not far away put his head in his hands, roared loudly... and fell to his knees.
With a snap of his fingers, his outline began to fade; the color was disappearing from his body at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it looked like... being painted over with correction fluid...
"Calm down, Hirata-kun." At this moment, another voice suddenly sounded, "Don't fall into the opponent's logical trap."
As soon as the words came out, Hirata was shocked, and the fading stopped...
The next second, Feng and Wang turned their heads when they heard the sound, and looked in the direction of the sound.
When they saw the appearance of the speaker, both of them were shocked.
"Penguin help..." Feng Bujue looked at the visitor, frowned and said, "You are not dead..."
Assistant Penguin's face sank like water: "Of course I'm not dead." While speaking, he had walked over slowly, "Do you think... Xiong Ji can kill me?"
"Oh..." Brother Jue seemed to understand something instantly, raised his eyebrows and muttered, "No wonder..."
Xiao Tan next to him was also in a hurry, and murmured softly: "So that's the case, let me just say... Xiong Ji can't do that kind of beheading murder..."
"My 'death' is just an illusion." Penguin Assistant walked all the way to the two of them, and continued, "The purpose of creating this illusion is to test out that 'you two' control' these two bodies." ' time period."
"It seems...you have come to a conclusion..." Feng Bujue's expression was cold, and his tone became full of hostility.
"Although it can't be said to be 100% accurate, but..." It may be due to race, Penguin Assistant seems to seldom smile, even when he is speaking in a rather complacent tone, his face is full of joy and anger Look, "... * not far from ten." ()R655
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