I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 407 Your abilities are awesome!

The next day, Arthur and Elizabeth appeared at the dinner table, talking and laughing, like a couple in love.

A Wu sat at the other end of the dining table, looking like a ghost.

At the end of breakfast, Elizabeth reminded Awu,
"Your dad wants to go outside, so you accompany him today."

After speaking, Elizabeth carried the plate and walked towards the kitchen.

With the current level of technology, these housework can be smarter and save manpower.

However, Arthur, the male head of the family, prefers the lifestyle of the foggy era, and others are also influenced by him.

Awu quickly chased after him with a plate in his hand, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"What's the situation?"

Elizabeth glanced at A Wu, not sure if she really didn't understand, or pretended not to understand.

Awu didn't know what to say for a while,
"You two here."

I don't know how many years, the two couples haven't sat together to eat like this.

The last time the two sides met, Elizabeth drove a dump truck directly into Arthur, almost killing Arthur.

This time, not only can they spend a Christmas Eve, but they can even have a home-cooked meal.

Looking at his parents who had recovered to their original state, Awu suspected that either the world was crazy or he was crazy.

Seeing his expression, Elizabeth said angrily,
"Your dad is just right, I don't want another crazy person in the family, hurry up, take him out for a walk."

With that said, Elizabeth pushed Awu out of the kitchen.

When the father and son went out, Arthur gave him an address, and Awu drove him there.

The car stopped on the tarmac, and Awu leaned against the side of the car, lighting a cigarette.

Arthur turned around and saw this scene, and reminded,
"Don't smoke too much, it's bad for your lungs."

"This smoke cures lung disease."

Awu took out the cigarette case and threw it to Arthur,
"In what age, who still smokes traditional cigarettes."

Arthur took the cigarette case, and there were really medical supplies written on it. With the technology of this era, it is indeed possible to achieve this level.

Putting away the cigarette case, Arthur took a few steps forward and found his target on a park bench.

He reached out to the man on the bench,
"Hello, is this Mr. Defe?"

The man on the bench raised his head, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes,
"You are... Arthur Edward? You are looking for Dife, yes, it is me."

"Just call me Arthur."

Arthur sat at the other end of the bench, chatting with each other like friends for many years,

"Mr. Difu, according to the information I checked on the Internet, you were once a loyal fan of Brave New World and the first batch of experimenters. You participated in the IP adaptation and maintenance of Luden's script, and later suffered from cognitive impairment. Inability to distinguish between real and virtual worlds."

The man turned sideways, listening carefully to every word Arthur said.

"Online? Wait a minute, let me check."

The man quickly got the answer, suddenly realized,

"Are you talking about the Internet? No one uses this name anymore. Don't mind. Just follow what you said. The information on the Internet is correct. You didn't come to me to talk about these things, did you? Are you writing a new script? ?”

"That's it."

Arthur smiled,
"I don't mind putting your name in a special acknowledgment if I get enough inspiration from you."

"Really? Awesome!"

Difu beamed with joy, waving his arms excitedly,

"Just ask, Mr. Arthur, I will not hide anything from you, never!"

"The first question, during the period of cognitive impairment, what kind of feeling do you recall?"

Clearly, Arthur wanted more information about cognitive impairment.

Defe frowned, with a far-fetched look on his face, and replied,

"Mr. Arthur, can you change the problem? My treatment plan is physical replacement. There is no way. My medical fund can only afford this kind of plan."

His treatment is to directly replace that part of the nerve and cells. This is the most time-saving and labor-saving treatment method, and it is also the safest.

In other words, just like a version error, roll back to the previous version, and the error will naturally disappear.

Arthur was not surprised by this answer.

He asked, "Did you enter Brave New World again after the treatment?"

Dave recalled,
"I was banned for 7 years and I was not allowed to play this game, otherwise I have to bear all the consequences. During these 7 years, every day is suffering for me. I can't imagine how I survived these 7 years. Years, my God.
But when the ban expired, I entered Brave New World, only to find that it had lost its former magic power.

Sorry, I didn't mean to question you, the number of people online in Brave New World has more than doubled in the past 7 years, but, you know, everyone has their own taste, I prefer Brave New World 7 years ago "

Arthur adds aptly, "Like first love, the Brave New World 7 years ago might not have been that great, but your memory beautifies it and tricks you into relieving you of better feelings."

Defe nodded,

"Yes, and so my attending physician said, Mr. Arthur."

"Thank you for your cooperation, let's change to a lighter topic."

Arthur smiled and asked,
"Have you seen the following movies, Source Code, Inception, The Truman Show, Clone Island"

Arthur names a bunch of movies.

Difu showed embarrassment. He had never heard of these movies, let alone watched them.

Maybe hundreds of years ago, these movies were classics, but time will not spare anything, even classics.

Novels written by people 2000 years ago may still be world famous, but not everyone can read them.

"Wait a mininute."

Difu's eyes were slightly dull, but he soon came back to his senses and smiled,
"Mr. Arthur, I just watched these movies. To be precise, I downloaded them all and stored them in the memory bank"

With that said, Defee showed Arthur his external prosthetic brain - a small lock of hair.

This thing was originally installed temporarily to treat his cognitive impairment.

After the cognitive impairment was cured, Defe felt that it was convenient to have an external prosthetic brain, so he simply kept it.

Looking at the shimmering hair, Arthur nodded,

"interesting."

"Tell me about the movies."

After memorizing the answers, Dife eagerly looked at Arthur,

"Which one are you going to talk about first? Inception?"

"Okay, let's talk about Inception first."

Arthur said slowly,

"The protagonist can use the dream space to perform tasks. This is an extraordinary ability, but it is as dangerous as walking on a steel wire. He must distinguish between reality and dream space. Once he loses this ability to judge, he will completely sink into the dream space. In dreams death can leave"

"Don't forget about the speed of time."

Dave reminded,
"The time of the dream is different from that of the outside world. Sooner or later he will die of old age. When he died, he woke up from the dream, didn't he?"

"Is it really that simple?"

Arthur showed a mysterious smile and asked,

"With the ability of Inception as the background, we discuss the following:

If memory can play tricks, assuming this is the starting point, go forward a year and come here, when he wakes up again and returns to a year ago again, wouldn't he be trapped here forever? "

That's no problem for Defe, he said confidently,
"If you will continue to lose your memory and everything will repeat, you can only wait for outside rescue. There is no way to escape this vortex by yourself. People cannot lift their hair off the ground."

"Is that so?"

Arthur asked,
"But death can escape the dream. Don't you think he has an easier way? Just like his wife."

Difu's face became serious.
"It is a dangerous idea to make people give up their lives, Mr. Arthur!"

"It's just schmoozing, it's part of creating."

Arthur's rhetoric temporarily convinced Difu.

Defee soon finds another counterargument,

"If you really lose your memory on a regular basis and everything is in a loop, it means that there is an invisible hand behind the whole dream manipulating everything. In other words, if you are really in this state, you can't do it even if you commit suicide. There are various ways to stop you, and when it is really impossible to stop, you can restart everything and let you go back to the starting point, isn't it?"

"Indeed."

Arthur agreed with the other party's point of view and did not discuss further on the topic of Inception.

Afterwards, they chatted about some more movies and shared some perspectives.

"In fact, these kinds of movies all have one thing in common, which is related to a fable written by Gu Qiyun."

Arthur's knowledge of history is very good, and things from thousands of years ago can be easily picked up during conversations.

Even with an external brain, if Defoe wants to keep up with Arthur's chat rhythm, he will always be half a beat behind.

"You mean the allegory of the cave?"

Arthur nodded, did not expand on this topic, but said with emotion,
"The external brain is really easy to use."

If there is no external brain, Defu will be like a hopeless illiterate in front of him, only baba baba.

At the end of the chat, Arthur wants to play a game with Dife.

"Do you have any coins with you?"

Deefe certainly didn't.

He immediately used the armrest of a park bench to make a coin.

"The game is very simple. You toss a coin, and I guess heads and tails."

Defoe didn't understand the meaning of this game.

The probability of pros and cons is 50% respectively, and the correct rate of guessing is also 50%.

This is a [-]-[-] game destined to be played.

Before starting, Arthur asked a question,
"What is the probability that I guess ten times in a row?"

The external brain gives the answer, "0.09765625%"

Less than one in a thousand chances.

Arthur asked,
"What about a hundred guesses in a row?"

Defoe smiled and joked,
"Don't be joking, Mr. Arthur, such a thing can't happen."

With that said, he put the coin on his thumb, ready to flip the coin, ready to start at any time.

"It's right and wrong and it's right and wrong."

Arthur said ten words in a row.

Defoe looked at Arthur, "So, have you decided, is this time positive or negative?"

Arthur shook his head, "I've already guessed the probability of the next ten times."

With a strange expression on his face, Difu threw out the coin in his hand, followed the instructions of the external brain, caught the coin with the back of his hand, and clasped it with the other hand.

After uncovering, one side of the coin is revealed - positive.

50% chance, good luck.

Dave thought so.

He tossed it again, reversed.

Arthur guessed right again!

Difu frowned, becoming interested in this simple game, and felt that he needed to be more serious.

The third time, yes!
Guessing correctly three times in a row, the probability is only 12.5%. Although it is not high, it has a probability of happening!
Sweat was already breaking out on the tip of Difu's forehead. He looked at Arthur like a monster, stared at the coin on his fingertips, and tossed it again.

After carefully uncovering it, Difu couldn't help but curse.

Damn!

This guy guessed right again!
Difu's hands trembled, and he kept telling himself in his heart that it was all accidental, just luck.

With such a small probability, the most reasonable explanation that the external brain can give is that Arthur cheated!
Defoe wiped the sweat from his palm, muttered in his mouth, and threw it for the fifth time.

That's right again!
Difu groaned strangely, "How on earth did you do it?"

Arthur didn't answer, just gestured to Dife, five more times.

Next, Defee didn't toss the coin. He thought that there might be traces of his own method of tossing the coin.

He made an absolutely fair instrument for tossing a coin.

After tossing it three more times, the coin came out exactly as Arthur had guessed!
After being guessed correctly eight times in a row, Defu's inner defense almost collapsed. He was experiencing something that he couldn't understand.

In savage times people called it miracles.

As a person of this era, when seeing a miracle for the first time, it is inevitable that they will collapse.

For the ninth time, Diffe tampered with the machine.

Arthur's guess was positive, and Defe set the machine to throw negative results 100% of the time.

No matter what, he couldn't let Arthur guess right this time!
This is related to his worldview, so don't be careless!
It is impossible for someone to predict success ten times in a row!impossible!

The coin was thrown and landed firmly on the ground. Defee's eyes were shining brightly. He had already seen the result, the coin was reversed.

Rumbling--

earthquake.

The coin that had fallen to the ground bounced up again and turned over.

Arthur was right again.
Guess nine times in a row.

Difu's face was gloomy and he could pinch water.

He was silent for a long time, looked at Arthur, and suddenly smiled,
"Mr. Arthur, it's brilliant, but you still lose because I won't throw the tenth time."

With that said, Defe picked up the coin, put it in his pocket, and was about to leave.

But when he left the bench, his clothes were caught by the armrest and a tear was torn open.

The coin rolled down the gap, rolled all the way to Arthur's feet, and finally lay flat on the ground.

Last time, reverse.

Difu didn't even dare to look at the result this time, as if seeing a demon, he ran away in a hurry, still shouting something.

Arthur stood where he was, looking down at the coin, thoughtful.

After an unknown amount of time, Arthur raised his head and squinted at the sky.

Prophecy is a useful ability
Prophet, your ability is awesome!
He bent down, picked up the coin on the ground, and put it back in his pocket.

A dollar is also money.

No, this thing is not a dollar.

To be precise, a piece of metal is also money.

With the coin in his pocket, Arthur returned to the tarmac.

Awu, who was smoking, saw Arthur coming back, and asked curiously,

"In such a good mood?"

"Ah."

Arthur nodded,

"I chatted with a guy named Difu for a while, and I gained a lot, and I even picked up a dollar."

I found the money, can I feel bad?
Arthur asked again,
"How can I buy traditional cigarettes? I'm not used to smoking them."

"Actually, they can deliver the goods to you. Forget it, you go along this road, and there will be a convenience store at the end of the walk."

Awu watched Arthur go in another direction to buy traditional cigarettes.

It seems that his father is much more normal.

There are indications that Arthur may really recover!

Awu breathed a sigh of relief, this hard life is finally over, and the next thing to do is to...
The beautiful fantasy of the future seemed to be beckoning to him, and Awu took out a cigar from his pocket, preparing to reward himself once.

His beautiful fantasies were interrupted by a hasty voice,
"Hello, I'm Dife, you're Mr. Arthur's son, right? I saw you on the news. Long story short, Mr. Arthur asked me to meet in the park but never showed up. I just wanted to come and find out. you."

A Wu turned his head, his face was full of surprise, he didn't even notice that the cigar in his mouth fell to the ground.

If the person in front of him is Difu.
So who is Arthur talking to in the park
Who is it?
(End of this chapter)