"Players?" Feng Bujue repeated the other party's question and showed a smile, "What player?" We don't play online games or anything. ”

"Well......" Hearing Brother Jue's response, Xiao Si couldn't help but squint at him, and said in his heart, "It's worthy of Brother Jue...... In a world connected by online games, he said that he didn't play online games to an NPC who might not belong to the world of online games and was extradimensionally aware of his essence...... "He really doesn't pay much attention to sentence breaks when he thinks about things in his heart," in a sense...... This is probably the legendary 'Triple version of lying with your eyes open'......"

"You know what I'm talking about." Hirata glared at Brother Jue and said, "What do you think...... Is it useful to deny it? ”

"Hmph......" Feng Bujue replied with a smile, "then...... Hypothesis...... Please note that this is only hypothetical...... What do you think if we are what you call 'players'? ”

“ss_attack.” In less than a second, Hirata replied coldly.

As soon as these words came out, Wang Sizhi's expression immediately changed.

"I'm sorry, I'm just in the fourth grade of elementary school, and I don't understand the word in front of attack." Feng Bujue's reaction was fast, he immediately took a half step forward, blocked in front of Xiao Si and said quickly.

"Yes...... "Hirata" Hirata sneered, "but...... Looks like your companion understands. ”

"Cut ......," Feng Bujue said unhappily in his heart, "This thing's ability to read words and emotions is not bad......

At the same time, Xiao Si said very regretfully: "Oh no...... I forgot that I was a primary school student, and I dragged Brother Jue down again......"

Two seconds later, Feng Bujue replied to Hirata as usual: "Oh? That's right...... Probably because of ...... He's got a good score in English. He said. He also glanced back at Xiao Sigh, "Hayataro, what does that word mean?" ”

"Consciousness." Xiao sighed and replied succinctly.

"Hehe......" Feng Bujue laughed after hearing this, and looked at Hirata again, "So." Are you trying to use some kind of psychic attack on us? ”

"Yes." Hirata replied.

"Can I ask...... Is that why? Feng Bujue said, "Just because we are so-called 'players'? "There was a lot of pressure on his heart, but his tone and demeanor were as relaxed as ever; When he said the word "player", he didn't forget to raise his paws and make a "quotation mark" gesture.

"Isn't that a good enough reason?" Hirata asked rhetorically, "Do we need to explain our hatred for you?" ”

"You might as well explain." Feng Bujue is trying to prolong the communication time with the other party. This is to gather more information.

"Let's put yourself in their shoes, Saburo...... Or rather...... I don't know what your real name is, Mr. Player. "How would you feel if one day you found out that you were just a character imagined by someone else?" He paused. He continued, "When you realize...... His origin, appearance, personality, encounters, etc., etc., etc., etc......., It's all made up by someone else; Your words and deeds are all fantasies depicted by another person with a pen or keyboard; And all the joys, angers, sorrows, and joys that you have experienced...... The feelings that you think are real are all instilled in you by others......"

"Whew......" At this point, Hirata let out a long breath, "By then, what do you have left?" You are all over your body, from the mental to the physical. Is there even a little bit of something that really belongs to you? He shook his head and smiled wryly. Scold...... I can sue you when you figure this out...... All that will be left in my heart will be an endless and irrefillable void and sorrow...... Only 'hatred' can make you talk about masturbation. ”

"Hah! Hahahahaha......" Feng Bujue heard this, and suddenly burst out laughing.

His laughter was so wicked and crazy, in all fairness. As he typed this line, I didn't even know what he was going to do next......

"What did I think you were going to say......" Brother Jue laughed for a while. Shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't you think...... own this passage itself. Is it just a paradox? ”

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

"Let me tell you that......" Feng Bujue said, "Suppose ...... As you said, your thinking patterns and your words and deeds are all arranged by others, so ...... At this moment, you are questioning, thinking, dissatisfied, and hating yourself...... It was undoubtedly arranged by the person who created you. Other words...... It's not that you're questioning, it's not that you're thinking, and you're not resentful or hateful...... These are just things that a certain creator gave you with a pen or keyboard, and your rather repressed feelings and behaviors...... In essence, it is no different from complaining.

At most, there is a difference in purpose......

Some actions are intended to cause contemplation, and some actions are intended to make people laugh, but at the end of the day...... Nor is that your own 'purpose'. According to you, you never had any 'purpose'. Because what you do 'from the spiritual to the physical' is something that has been instilled by others. ”

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

"On the other hand......" the unwitting narrative continues, "and we can make another hypothesis, let's say...... When that 'creator' turns his attention elsewhere, you become an independent, self-aware individual. In that case, you have to admit that a part of your '' is indeed your own...... You may be dictated by some higher-dimensional creature than you, but you are not 100% out of your control.

Your relationship ...... It's like the creator and the mortal in religion. You can complain that life treats you like a bitch, but you can't say that your whole life has been like a show. ”

"No...... Isn't it right......" Hirata's eyes were suspicious, and he muttered negative words in his mouth, but he couldn't further refute Feng Bujue's theory.

"I don't know what you're talking about...... But it feels very powerful......" At the same second, Xiao Si came to Brother Jue's side and whispered.

"Honestly...... 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 struggled...... "Wait...... Until then, would the average person think about that kind of question? ”

"Ahh

Just as they were talking, Hirata-kun, who was not far away, held his head in his hands and roared loudly...... Fall to your knees.

With the snap of his fingers, his silhouette began to fade; The color was disappearing from his body at a rate visible to the naked eye, and it looked like ...... It's being erased by correction fluid......

"Calm down, Hirata-kun." At this moment, another voice suddenly sounded, "Don't fall into the other party's logical trap." ”

As soon as these words came out, Hirata was excited, and the fading stopped......

In the next second, the two Feng Wang turned their heads when they heard the sound and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

When they saw the face of the speaker, both of them were shocked.

"Penguin ......" Feng Bujue looked at the comer, frowned and said, "You're not dead......"

Penguin's face sank like water: "Of course I'm not dead. As he spoke, he walked over slowly, "Do you think...... Can Xiong Ji kill me? ”

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

The little sigh beside him was also anxious, and he muttered softly: "I see, I'll just say it...... Xiong Ji can't do that kind of beheading bloody case......"

"My 'death' is nothing but an illusion." Penguinsuke walked all the way up to them and continued, "And the purpose of creating this illusion is to test the time period when 'you two' control 'these two bodies'. ”

"It seems...... You've come to a conclusion......" Feng Bujue's expression was cold, and his tone became hostile.

"It's not 100% accurate, but ......" may be a matter of race, Penguin Suke doesn't seem to smile, even if he is speaking in a rather smug tone, his face is also moody, "......* don't leave ten." (To be continued) R655