Apocalyptic Forecast

Twenty minutes later, at a school in Madura, Huai Shi finally met the philosopher.

Obviously, this is a private aristocratic high school, both in terms of security and facilities, which are different from those seen since Huai Shi all the way.

Cleaner, safer, and more expensive.

Just like the noble manor, between the delicate buildings and the courtyard, three or two young girls walked on the road together, excitedly or calmly talking about each other.

There are children running excitedly on the grass field in the distance, you chase me.

The beautiful breath of youth came.

While walking in it, Huai Shi and Seyar behind him are like two out of tunes.

Looking around in amazement, Seyarbi shrugged behind Huai Shi and shook his head, as if ashamed of himself, following the looks of those big brothers and sisters.

Huaixi walked calmly on campus, looking around calmly, gazing at the curious faces of the young people.

Even if they seem to be about the same age as themselves.

"so good."

He sighed softly, staring at the rolling greenery and those white buildings, listening to the sound of the piano in the piano room, some stuttering, but he was working hard persistently, moving forward intermittently ...

Until Seyar could not bear the sight of the people around him, he pulled his cuffs and pointed them forward.

Huai Shi saw a middle-aged man carrying a paper bag.

Slightly old and skinny, the man with glasses was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and suit pants, with rough knuckles, and cocoons left from perennial writing, pinching a bulging paper bag.

Very conspicuous.

Not because of dressing up, but of descent.

The sparse black hair was meticulously combed behind the head, the eyes were dark, the skin was white, and the rose rosary representing the Holy Spirit was wrapped around the wrist ...

Huai Shi did not expect that the philosopher turned out to be a Roman.

He stood next to the bench and waved to Huai Shi. There were still a few thick textbooks on the chair beside him. It was too long to read through. The cover was a little torn, but there was no curling.

"I'm sorry, I can only entertain you here, Mr. Huai Shi."

After Huai Shi sat down, the philosopher took the lead and said that he looked at the two people in front of him in a soft voice like "wow," I have to say that the two are younger than I thought, especially this one. ... Mr. Seyal. "

Ceial was stunned for a moment.

The philosopher smiled kindly at him, instead of telling him anything, but looked at the doubted Huai poem: "I already know your intention, but do you mind if I finish eating this?"

The paper bag in his hand contained a sandwich that had been eaten twice, and it seemed that he had made it by himself, sandwiching a large amount of spicy sauce, mustard and raw beef that Huaixi was afraid of.

After obtaining permission from Huai Shi, he took out the sandwich and continued to eat it.

He eats very regularly, not in a hurry and embarrassment, but is smooth and full of regularity. After each bite is fully chewed, he swallows it. Every few bites, he will take a tea from the next thermos.

Five minutes later, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth, screwed up the lid of the thermos, and looked up to Huai Shi.

"Awaited."

"Actually, I don't mind waiting longer." Huai Shi shrugged.

"I like this kind of patience-full of tolerance and awe for knowledge and comprehension. Mr. Huai Shi, such qualities are rare."

Philosophers seem to be happy, but also regret.

"One thing needs to be explained in advance-my soul ability is to make others feel that what I said makes sense, even some fallacies will sound convincing."

After pondering for a moment, he explained abruptly: "Unfortunately, this effect is passive and I can't turn it off myself.

However, this kind of thing can be understood with a little thought. "

He thought about it and gave an example: "For example-today's sun is black."

A nonsense.

Huaixi frowned. The sun today is indeed black, wait ...

He froze for a moment, looked up subconsciously, and stared straight at the dazzling sun above his head. After a few seconds, he finally reacted and couldn't help but take a breath.

The back was a little chilly.

This soul ability is too scary.

If the philosopher does not explain in advance, even the sublimator cannot be protected.

"I made you laugh."

The philosopher sighed with a headache. "This ability is not disadvantageous for education. Of course, the premise is that the theory I tell the students is correct. But there are too many uncertainties in this world ..."

"Thanks to this troublesome soul ability, my major was originally advanced mathematics and theoretical physics, but now in order not to mislead students, I can only come to middle school to teach grammar ... after all, this kind of thing, even if it is wrong, It's at most a two-point deduction for the exam. "

After a pause, he looked at Huai Shi correctly: "The reason I say this is on the one hand out of frankness, on the other hand to avoid misunderstandings-I don't think what I said is absolutely correct Yes, so I hope you can always be suspicious of what I said. "

In his silent thinking, Huai Shi was faint.

In any case, the philosopher did not have any malicious intentions towards him. It would be better to say that he had confessed at the beginning. Later, when Huai Shi thought, he would be able to discard the influence of the philosopher's soul ability to the maximum.

"Ah, you started thinking."

The philosopher smiled comfortably: "Very well, thinking is the first step in survival. Mr. Huai Shi, you have entered the state, I believe we will have a pleasant conversation next."

"Do I need to ask questions?" Huaixi asked.

"No, I have made your intention clear, and I have prepared the answer."

After a moment of meditation, the philosopher suddenly said: "However, before that, can you allow me to ask a few questions? Sorry, this is purely out of professional habits, I will always enter the state of a teacher--"

Huai Shi shrugs indifferently: "Don't I come here to answer my doubts?"

"So, it's a temporary lecture."

The philosopher happily slapped his knees twice, straightened his expression, and suddenly asked, "Do you think there is any essential difference between sublimators and ordinary people?"

"Do you mean the soul, the sacred mark, or the talent?"

"No, it is more different than these superficial things, and it is more in-depth."

The philosopher shook his head: "I am not referring to the amount of the source and the prominence of the ability, nor the heroic performance of the heroes and the disgusting behavior of the criminals. It is not a difference in personality, but a certain ... something closer Something about the motive force.

It may be too obscure to say so, let us give an example. "

His finger hit the pen subconsciously, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly asked: "Do you know, 'Philosophy'?"

"As for the zombies, I have had contact and understanding."

Huai Shi replied that, in fact, he had cut a lot, whether it was a ghoul, a wolf-infected person, or even other things, this kind of goods always appeared in various places, serving as cheap cannon fodder.

"No no no, this is actually a very interesting hypothesis."

The philosopher shook his head: "It's not that there is such a hungry and **** corpse for 24 hours waiting to be fed and waiting to bite you, and then the deadly virus is transmitted to you.

It is assumed that there is a strange thing, he is mixed in the crowd ...

Moreover, his appearance and performance and physiological structure are like ordinary people. "

He said: "If you poke him with a knife, it will scream pain. When the air conditioner is turned on, he will tell you cold. He will work, talk, sing, take pictures and post blogs, see beautiful girls Meeting red heartbeat, hungry, go out to eat something like us-may also burn at home, but it does not matter.

In short, this thing looks exactly the same as humans. "

He paused and said quietly:

"Except that he has no self-awareness."

"Ok?"

Huaishi frowned subconsciously, feeling something was wrong.

"Or, to be more precise-he never has anything in his mind."

Speaking of this, he looked up and stared at Huai Shi with a disturbing sharp eye: "It just doesn't think.

It's just not thinking.

It ’s like a zombie alive, deadliving, living dead, puppet, machine, whatever it ’s called ... but how do you verify that he has self-awareness? "

Huai Shi did not know how to answer.

Even thinking, no conclusion can be drawn, this is just a ridiculous assumption.

As if some extreme psychologists would think that the existence of 'self-will' is just a lie of the brain, until the appearance of the soul, this set of theories is quite marketable.

"You should know, Mr. Philosopher."

Huaixi said: "Everything that cannot be falsified is not within the scope of rational discussion-in other words, this assumption is doomed from the beginning."

"I know."

The philosopher nodded, "I'm just, I'm curious about this ... how many people will think about it, Mr. Huai Shi, have you thought about it? How many people will choose to become a living corpse?"

When he looked back, his eyes were terribly calm and he asked softly: "If I tell you that there might be such living corpses in this world, or even a large number, how would you feel?"

Huai Shi froze in place.

I was shuddered by that look.

"You should have seen such a person?"

The philosopher leaned on the bench and said indifferently: "When he hears those meaningful words, he will feel the most reasonable sayings. After turning over two short stories in the biography of celebrities, he will also seem to understand the truth of this world.

He also finds this to be a good thing if he finds something robbed. Seeing one or two articles scorning Fang Qi, he found the direction of his life ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He said what others said, what others thought was right, he also thought it was the truth. If someone commits a crime, he will be filled with indignation in the crowd.

Perhaps he will still appeal and feel uncomfortable. He will always stand on the side of most people and hide in the crowd, uncommon ...

Clearly sensible, but not thinking; being able to feel love, but not spreading; learning the truth, but not using it; knowing where the wisdom is, but proud of one ’s own ignorance; the desire for justice and the bigots will be different Push your own stuff into the evil end— "

"I used to panic for this, Mr. Huai Shi."

The philosopher said quietly: “I ’m full of doubts about this—why ca n’t they think? Why do n’t they open their eyes and pierce those childish lies? Do they really understand what they are doing? Do they really understand their own Are the characters? Are they really alive? "

After a short pause, he finally asked the last question:

"--Is such a person really qualified to possess a soul?"