Thriller Paradise Chapter 29: Effective dialectically? Penguin is here again!

"The player?" Feng Bujue repeated the other party's question, showing a smile, "What player? We don't play online games or something.

"Hmm..." Hearing this response from Brother Jue, Xiao Tan couldn't help but squinted at him, saying, "As expected of Brother Jue...in a world connected by an online game without changing his face. A person who may not belong to the online game world, who is super-dimensionally aware of the essence of his existence, says that he does not play online games..." He really didn't pay much attention to sentence breaks when he was thinking about things in his heart. "In a sense... …This should be the legendary version of "Open your eyes and tell lies"..."

"What am I talking about, you know it well." Hirata stared at Brother Kaku, "Do you think... denial is useful?"

"Huh..." Feng Bujue replied with a smile, "So...assuming...please note that it's just an assumption...assuming that we are indeed what you call the "player", what do you want?"

Within a second of "ss_", Hirata replied coldly.

As soon as this statement came out, Wang Tanzhi's expression immediately changed.

"Sorry, I just entered the fourth grade of elementary school, and I didn't understand the word in front." Feng Bujue reacted quickly, and he immediately stepped forward and said quickly before Xiao Tan.

"Really..." Hirata sneered, "But...it looks like your companion understands."

"Cut..." Feng Bujue said uncomfortably, "This guy's ability to observe words and colors is not bad..."

At the same time, Xiao Tan said very regretfully: "It's awkward... I forgot that I was a primary school student, and it dragged down Brother Jue..."

Two seconds later, Feng Bujue returned Hirata's expression as usual: "Oh? That's it...maybe because...his English is good." He said. She looked back and sighed, "Hayataro, what does that word mean?"

"Consciousness." Xiao Tan replied concisely.

"Haha..." Feng Bujue laughed after hearing it, and looked at Hirata again, "So. Do you want to use some kind of mental attack on us?"

"Yes." Hirata replied.

"Can I ask...Why is this?" Feng Bujue asked, "Just because we are the so-called'players'?" His inner pressure was great, but his tone and expression were as relaxed as before; he said, " When the word "player" was used, he did not forget to raise his paws and make a "quotation mark" gesture.

"Isn't this reason enough?" Hirata asked back, "Do we still need to explain our hatred for you?"

"You might as well explain." Feng Bujue was trying to lengthen the communication time with the other party. Use this to gather more information.

"Let’s think about it, 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 arranged by others; your words and deeds are all drawn by another person with a pen or keyboard Fantasy; and all the joys, anger, sorrows, and joys you experience... those feelings that you think are real are all instilled in you by others..."

"Huh..." At this point, Hirata let out a long sigh, "By then, what will you have left? You are up and down, from the spiritual to the physical. There is even a little thing, yes Does it really belong to you?" He shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Heh... I can tell you that when you think through all this... there will only be endless holes and sorrows left in your heart... Only'hate' can make you masturbate."

"Ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha..." Feng Bujue suddenly laughed when he heard this.

His smile is so weird, crazy, to be fair. When typing this line of words, I didn’t know what he was going to do next...

"I thought what you were going to say..." Brother Jue laughed for a while. Shrugged and said, "Don't you think... this paragraph itself is a paradox?"

"What did you say?" Hirata asked in a deep voice with a suspicion on his face.

"Let’s tell you so..." Feng Bujue said, "Assuming...as you said, your thinking mode and your words and deeds are all arranged by others, then...at this moment , Your questioning, thinking, dissatisfaction, hatred of your own existence... is undoubtedly arranged by the person who created you. That is to say... it is not you questioning, not thinking, you have no dissatisfaction and hatred... these , Are just something that a creator gave you with a pen or keyboard. Your rather depressed emotions and behaviors... are essentially no different from Tucao.

At most, it is different in purpose...

The purpose of some behaviors is to make people think, and the purpose of some behaviors is to make people laugh, but after all... these are not your own ‘purposes’. According to you, you never have a ‘purpose’. Because everything about you ‘from the spiritual to the physical’ is indoctrinated by others. "

"This..." Hirata was already shaken when he heard this...

"On the contrary..." Feng Bujue's narrative continued, "We can make another hypothesis, for example...When the'creator' focuses his attention elsewhere, you will Become a self-aware individual who can think independently. In that case, you have to admit that part of your'existence' belongs to you... Maybe your destiny has been affected by a higher dimension than you. Around the creatures, but you are not 100% involuntary.

Your relationship... is like the creator and mortal in religion. You can complain that life treats you like a bitch, but you can't say that you have lived like an actor all your life. "

"No...No..." Hirata's eyes were uncertain, and he murmured negative words, but he could not further refute Feng Bujue's theory.

"Although I don't know what you are talking about... but it feels amazing..." At the same second, Xiao Tan approached Brother Jue and whispered.

"To be honest... what he just said, I thought about it a long time ago." Feng Bujue also turned his head and sighed to Xiao in a low voice, "I don't have to worry about this anymore."

"Have you ever been entangled..." Xiao sighed, "Wait... before then, would ordinary people think about that kind of problem?"

"Ah--"

As they were talking, Hirata-kun, who was not far away, hugged his head with his hands and roared loudly...kneeling to the ground.

With the flick of his fingers, his silhouette began to fade; the color was disappearing from his body at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it looked like...is being obliterated by 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 this statement came out, Hirata became a spirit, and the fade stopped...

The next second, Feng Wang turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound.

When they saw the speaker's appearance, both of them were surprised.

"Penguin Help..." Feng Bujue looked at the visitor~IndoMTL.com~ frowned and said, "You are not dead..."

Penguin's face sank like water: "Of course I am not dead." He walked over slowly while speaking, "Do you think...Xiong Ji can kill me?"

"Oh..." Brother Jue seemed to understand something instantly, raised his eyebrows and said, "No wonder..."

The small sigh beside him was also agitated, and he muttered softly: "So that's it, I'll just say it... Xiong Ji can't do that kind of beheading murder..."

"My'death' is just an illusion." Penguin helped them all the way up and said, "The purpose of creating this illusion is to test out the'you two' control' this Two bodies' time period."

"It seems...you have reached a conclusion..." Feng Bujue's expression was cold and his tone became hostile.

"Although it cannot be said to be 100% accurate, but..." It may be due to race. Penguin seems to rarely smile. Even if he is speaking in a proud tone, his face is full of joy and anger. Indescribable, "...*Don’t leave ten." (To be continued) R655

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