Apocalyptic Forecast

Vol 2 Chapter 442: Philosopher students

In the long silence, Huai Shi did not speak.

He vaguely understood what the philosopher meant, but he felt it ... vaguely unhappy.

Unable to speak.

"I used to feel despair, great despair, for this kind of ignorance that refused to think, Mr. Huai Shi."

The philosopher is still saying: "I feel like I'm locked in a black box, breathless, every walking dead around me makes me feel a wave of fear and anxiety.

Have you been to Constantine in Rome? I think it may be the same in any big city, Cairo, Yorkshire, Yenching or Jinling, Kyoto ... Every time I walk in it, I can feel the noise of what machines are running.

Passing away with blank expressionless numb faces, I feel as if I have walked into the body of a giant beast-there is some kind of huge gravitational force pulling me, letting me continue to penetrate into it, Not allowing me to escape, but letting me stay there, wanting to turn me into something that is no different from others, a part that can be replaced at any time, a dispensable cell in a social system.

Like a slave, he gave up thinking, silently obeyed the collective, annihilated himself, and turned into a numb machine.

Until one day, I felt that I couldn't stay there. "

The philosopher told Huai Shi: "I have to run away, I have to leave from there, so I took a train, abandoned all my property and finances, and started wandering in desperation until I came here."

"I have to say ... you may just think too much."

Huai Shi scratched his head, it was difficult to understand.

"is it?"

The philosopher asked calmly: "If I change the analogy? If you replace Constantine with the sea of silver and wandering with sublimation, will you understand?"

Huai Shi froze in place.

Finally understood where the unhappiness in my heart came from.

"Why do you despise other people's efforts to survive so much, Mr. Philosopher?"

Huaishi asked: "Are there any people who are willing to turn into machines? For some people, turning to that kind of machine is even an undesirable happiness and tranquility.

Why do you comment on everything high after you free yourself?

Is it too arrogant?

If according to your theory, "You can never prove that others have self-awareness, that is to say ... in your world, will you only exist forever?"

"I haven't said this is absolutely correct, right?"

The philosopher was not annoyed, but instead smiled happily: "I am very happy to see you refute my theory by thinking-nothing can make me feel more happy than this."

"..."

Huai Shi was shocked.

Absolutely, how long has this big brother been pitted by his own soul ability, so happy to meet someone lifting bars with himself?

Huai Shi had an urge to 'Am belt the younger brother' with his Amway Internet celebrity V, and always felt that he would be very happy with Lin Jia's Jing Jing Xiao 19 ... but the forest cabin is probably not willing to be here Is it a waste of time in a loss-making business?

The philosopher does not care whether others agree with his ideas and theories. He even seems to live in a lonely world.

Playing indifferently without playing games with others.

Huaishi felt a wave of pity and fear for such a life.

What kind of **** is that?

"At the moment I became a sublimator, my life was changed. Mr. Huai Shi, I still don't know whether this change is good or bad, but this is the answer I give you."

The philosopher said solemnly and solemnly: "People need to think in order to feel their own existence and living creatures.

People who refuse to think are not alive, at best, just exist.

It is through this will born from thought that the sublimator proves his existence to the world, doesn't he? "

He said, "In my opinion, the sublimator is the winner who has not been assimilated and destroyed by this world. In other words, it is someone who has defeated this world to some extent."

So arrogantly but arrogantly speaking his own conclusions.

I don't care if other people agree, or whether Huaishi can accept it.

He has put his answer in front of Huai Shi.

Without saying anything, Huai Shi got up and said goodbye.

The philosopher did not continue to talk about anything, but sent him all the way out of the back door of the school, and suddenly said: "You came as a guest from afar, I'm sorry, I can't do the friendship of the landlord, but at least let me do a little favor ,how about it?"

Huai Shi looked blankly.

I feel like I have heard this before.

How do you Indonesian sublimers like to help others so much?

Then he saw that the philosopher folded the paper bags filled with food, put them in the trash can, and waved at the people beside the road.

Then again, an off-road vehicle came from the end of the street.

Huai Shi stayed in place.

It was obvious that the car I borrowed from Ali was right, but now it has been completely renewed. Not only have the bumper bumpers in the front and rear have been replaced, but even the scratches on the car have been repaired.

The mud and dirt on the car were all cleaned, and the tires were replaced with new ones.

The door opened, a sturdy middle-aged man jumped down, and then dragged a bag that was still creeping from the opened trunk and pulled it in front of Huai Shi.

The bag opened and the blood-stained man crawled out of it.

One of his arms has been severed.

He seemed to have been tortured, and he wanted to cry, but when he saw the philosopher beside Huai Shi, he was stunned, trembling, kneeling on the ground, madly kowtowing for mercy, and trembling in Indonesian dialect.

The philosopher pointed to Huai poetry, so the man turned around and kowtowed towards Huai poetry, crying with a sobbing cry.

Huaixi has begun to doubt his eyes.

I looked blankly at the lost and recovered car, and then at the philosopher, not knowing what happened.

"Is the local gang so polite?"

"Yeah, for the time being, it has been completely renovated under the treatment?"

The Latin teacher of the noble middle school said calmly: "Everyone is willing to listen to the truth, and it is not difficult to teach them the right way of life."

With that, he turned around and said something to the driver. The sturdy man nodded his head respectfully, stepped forward, bent over, and then held Huai Shi's car key in front of the teenager with both hands.

Until now, where can Huaishi not understand the situation?

The guy next to me, where is the philosopher, clearly the **** is the local Indonesian gang godfather ... The gangster godfather here can only be his son.

With such a secret and terrible soul ability, it is not difficult to organize this group of guys. It would be better to say that with his evil thinking and eccentric personality, there would be no scruples in doing this kind of thing.

"In what you said, I have one thing. I agree, Mr. Huai Shi."

The philosopher looked at him calmly and told him: "I don't have any qualifications to look down on those who go all out to live ... But sometimes when they face these worms and wild dogs that are worse than living corpses, why not let them Let me make them better? At least it wo n’t hurt more people, will it? "

Huai Shi looked at him deeply.

He did not doubt the authenticity of the philosopher's language.

At least he was standing here alive.

This proves that under the supervision of the Astronomical Society, the philosopher is a person who is harmless to the present situation, and has not even disturbed the local social order-maybe it will also develop into a collaborator and informant, after all, his ability is too much convenient.

"However, it's just stealing the car, don't you have to cut off his hand?"

Huaishi lowered his head and stared at the embarrassed car thief on the ground.

Even if the car is stolen, it is angry, but at best it is just to let the car thief get a border dysentery.

"Actually, I have handled it lightly."

The philosopher sighed helplessly and shrugged: "There is no need to treat me as a kind of black hand that treats human life like a mustard. Mr. Huai Shi, I let him come over, but instead intend to plead with you.

After all, most of the time, the anger of sublimators is too exaggerated for ordinary people. "

With that, he lifted up his leather boots, kicked a car thief on the ground, and shook his head coldly: "This guy is no matter how ridiculous and shameful, after all, he is also the father of two children. I can't watch those two. Children became orphans.

He offended the sublimator, offended the forestry association, and at the same time angered the astronomical society, but chopping off a hand was already too partial for him. "

You know, sublime people who are good-tempered and have no shelf like Huai Shi are rare. If you meet a guilty guy, it is not impossible to find a door to kill the whole family afterwards.

The philosopher brought him here and it was this forgiveness from Huai Shi that he sought.

In the silence, Huai Shi couldn't help sighing.

"I finally know why you are called a philosopher, not an educator." He suddenly said: "Did anyone tell you that you are not really good at being a teacher?"

The philosopher was taken aback.

Then he saw Huai Shi pull out the knife, and the knife shined brightly.

He said: "Education is not the same as training animals."

In the sudden silence, Huai Shi stooped down, held down the car thief, and brutally cut the wound that had just healed on his arm, picked out the debris embedded in the wound, and finally picked up the chopped off bag hand.

Shan Gui's vitality was input into it, and two layers of silver blood potions were pasted on the wound's section. He threw that arm back into the car thief's arms.

Put away the blade.

The man who stole the car froze for a long time, and his pale face finally looked better, as if he was relieved, but then, but couldn't help but scream.

Because Huai Shi's fingers were pressing firmly on the fracture of his arm.

Such a rude awakening of his numb pain.

Painful and cramping.

"This is the lesson that should be left to you, not because you offended someone or offended a huge organization, but because you made a mistake."

Huaixi stared down at his eyes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ told him word by word:

"No stealing, understand?"

The man who stole the car nodded frantically, begging.

But it was not until he had difficulty breathing that Huai Shi let go of his fingers and slowly stood up.

"Take him to find a good hospital." Huaishi said to the philosopher, "If you take it back now, it's still too late."

The philosopher froze for a moment, seeming to be confused: "Is it just that?"

"What else?"

Huaixi asked back, staring calmly at the philosopher: "I am a sublimator, not to cut off the hands of others when I am angry."