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.

Is cleaner, safer, and more expensive.

Like a noble manor, between elaborate buildings and courtyards, three or two young girls walking on the road together, talking about each other excitedly or calmly.

In the distant pasture there are children running excitedly, you chase me.

The beautiful breath of youth came.

Walking among them, Huai Shi and Seyar behind him are like two out of tunes.

Looked at the surrounding scene in surprise. Seyarbi, as if ashamed of himself, shrugged his head behind Huai Shi, as the big brothers and sisters looked like.

And Huai Shi walked calmly on campus, looking around calmly, gazing at the curious faces of those young people.

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

"so good."

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

Until Seyar couldn't stand 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 wears a white short-sleeved shirt and suit pants, with rough knuckles, and cocoons left from perennial writing, pinching a bulging paper bag.

Is very conspicuous.

Is not because of dressing, but blood.

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

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

He stood beside the bench and beckoned to Huai Shi. There were still several thick textbooks on the chair beside him. After reading it for too long, the cover was somewhat torn, but there was no curling, which was obviously very loving.

"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. "

Saiar froze for a moment.

The philosopher smiled kindly at him, and did not say anything to him, but looked at the puzzled Huai poem: "I already know your origin, but do you mind if I finish eating this?"

The paper bag in his hand contained a sandwich that had been eaten by two people. It seemed to be made by himself, with a large amount of hot sauce, mustard and raw beef that Huaixi was afraid of.

After asking for 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 instead is gentle and full of regularity. After each bite is fully chewed, he swallows it. Every few bites, he will take the next insulated cup and drink a tea.

Five minutes later, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth, screwed the lid of the thermos cup, 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 of knowledge and comprehension, Mr. Huai Shi, such qualities are rare."

The philosopher seems to be happy and regretful.

"There is one thing that 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, 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.

Huai Shi frowned, the sun today is indeed black, wait ...

He froze for a moment, and looked up subconsciously, looking 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 is 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 harmful to education. Of course, the premise is that I tell the students that the theory 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 the silent reflection, Huai Shi was faint.

No matter what, the philosophers did not hold themselves malicious. It would be better to say that they had confessed at the beginning. Later, when Huai Shi thought, he could abandon 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?" Huaishi 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 just purely professional habits, I always enter the state of a teacher--"

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

"So, let's use it as a temporary lecture."

The philosopher happily slapped his knees twice and corrected his expression, and suddenly asked, "Do you think there is any essential difference between the sublimator and the ordinary person?"

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

"No, it is more different than these things that flow on the surface, and it is more in-depth in nature."

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.

If this is said, it may be too obscure. Let us give an example. "

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

"As for 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, 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 doesn't mean that there is such a hungry and vaguely corpse for 24 hours waiting for feeding 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 ...

And, 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 like humans. "

He paused and said quietly:

"Except that he has no self-awareness."

"Ok?"

Huai Shi frowned subconsciously, feeling something was wrong.

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

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

It's just, don't think about it.

Is alive like a zombie, Deadliving, living dead, puppet, machine, whatever is called ... But, how do you verify that he has self-consciousness? "

Huai Shi didn't know how to answer.

Even thinking, it is impossible to draw conclusions, this is just a ridiculous assumption.

It seems that some extreme psychologists 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."

Huai Shi said: "Everything that cannot be falsified is within the range that can be solved by rational discussion-in other words, this assumption is doomed from the beginning."

"I know."

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

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

Huai Shi froze in place ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ was shuddered by such eyes.

"Such a person, you should have met?"

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

Found that something was robbed, he would also think it is a good thing. Seeing one or two articles scorning Fang Qi, he found the direction of his life.

What others say, he just says what he thinks is right, he also thinks it is the truth. If someone commits a crime, he will be filled with indignation in the crowd.

Maybe he will appeal, he will feel uneasy, he will always be on the side of most people, hidden 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 was once scared by 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?"