The Death Knell

This question obviously made the female creature a little interested.

Her bright eyes looked at the death knell carefully, as if she wanted to see through his flesh and see what was in his mind.

I don’t know if she saw the answer, but her answer was not positive. She said:

"The mysteries of the universe, the mysteries of life, the mysteries of time and space, these are mysteries that humans have explored since ancient times. However, have you ever thought that behind these mysteries, there may be a more grand design?"

"You mean" Deathstroke took a sip of the soda in his hand. He didn't drink it as fast as the other person. He moistened his throat before pointing to the ceiling of the library, and then said, "You mean the existence outside the universe?"

The atmosphere in the library can be considered warm, especially because it is filled with the faint smell of ink, but it is these smells that only exist in the human world that make people feel at ease.

The humanoid creature that looked like a woman and was probably female shook her head. She raised her hand and signaled the death knell to put her finger down: "Maybe it's outside of cognition, maybe it's within cognition, or it forms the basis of your cognition. . This design may be everywhere, but it cannot be fully known, and from the moment you point to the sky, it is already wrong. The mystery is everywhere.”

“I pointed upward because the mysteries and truths sounded like something higher.”

The test had an effect, maybe the soda tribute had an effect, and I used obvious mistakes to induce the other party to tell more inside stories.

Su Ming has always known that the so-called higher level is just a human term, because high and low need to be compared to see, and if there is no comparison, naturally there will be no high or low.

After knowing this, Su Ming deliberately said something wrong, because some people are like this and can't bear to see others say something wrong. Once they hear someone else say something wrong, they can't help but want to correct them.

You must tell the truth that you know.

The simpler and more knowledgeable a person is, the easier it is for him to do this. This is a pedantic disease.

But in fact, will it kill you if someone else makes a mistake? If not, then why correct it for others? What are the benefits?

Maybe it's vanity or something.

This strange creature is in the library. Su Ming bets that she is like this because she has a lot of knowledge and she probably can't stand others saying wrong things in front of her?

The bet was right, Novel did not have much hostility, although she had no feelings at all, but she couldn't stand Deathstroke's nonsense.

She may still have reservations about things that are too critical, but well, some things that may not be important at all in her opinion and are relatively trivial may be important information to Deathstroke.

"God in religion, the Absolute in philosophy, the unknown power in science, what you call the upper level, these are all different names used by humans when they try to understand the design." As she spoke, the female humanoid revealed her knowledge of the design. Human beings understand very well, but their tone is still without any warmth: "Different cultures and times give different answers."

"So, do you think these are the products of human self-comfort?" Deathstroke asked. He took out a new bottle of soda from his pocket, opened the lid, put it on the table, and pushed it towards the other party. .

It seems that people don't like bags at this level, but are instead interested in the sodas from the material world that they brought.

This is better and saves trouble. How much juice is in this soda? 0.0003%? Anyway, the cost is very low.

"Comfort, or guidance, maybe both." The woman who immediately picked up the soda to taste said this. This time she directly stuffed the soda and bottle into her mouth, but her voice came out undisturbed: "In what you call a mystery, everything is seeking its own answer. This is a journey, a process."

The death knell was silent, and seemed to have some insights, but the inspiration was fleeting and disappeared quickly. He could only ask again: "What should an ordinary person like me do if he wants to find a mystery?"

“Process exists because we give it meaning.”

After eating another bottle of soda, she seemed satisfied and closed her eyes slightly. She seemed to be sleepy and her voice became softer:

"The journey is difficult because you think it is difficult. If you change your perspective, you may find a brighter road."

"What do you mean?" Su Ming looked at the surrounding bookshelves. There were many books there. As the woman spoke, they began to emit strong light.

Each book has a different light, and when put together, there is no other way to describe it other than dazzling.

"This is not a category that humans can understand, don't ask." Novel said, turned and left, walking towards the bookshelves. She was hundreds of meters away in an instant, her figure gradually faded, but her voice was steady. Came: "That's all I can say, please leave."

After saying these words, she disappeared, as if blending into the light emitted by these books.

The library returned to tranquility, but in this tranquility, something seemed to begin to change. Some pages were opened, some dust was kicked up, and the whole building began to vibrate violently and silently.

Su Ming knew that he was about to close the door and thank guests, and he did not intend to compete with the building here, so he simply turned around and left, arriving at the door of the library at an extremely fast speed.

When I look back, there is no library left. The place where the building originally stood has become a park, and the duck boat with no one on it is still floating on the water.

"Hey?"

The symbiote knows that the host has gained something from that riddle-like conversation, but why does it still seem unsatisfied?

"Because what she said seemed to be something I already knew."

Su Ming sighed, squatted down on the side of the road, and lit a cigarette:

"This, probably a female humanoid creature, was very active, but she always took the initiative in the conversation. Although she told me that everything is a process, the secret I am looking for is 'constant change', but Other than that, there’s not much valuable information.”

In addition, one must also consider whether the other party is telling the truth. Su Ming is not stupid enough to believe everything a stranger says. Information must be identified.

"Hey."

Strangler Bean Sprout made a gesture like a little bear spreading its hands. It thought that this was just one of the creatures in this city, weren't there six more?

Ask them one by one, combine what everyone said, and compare them comprehensively. If there is any difference, it means that it may be a lie, and lies have always existed to cover up the truth.

In this way, can we find something?