Turning into a nine-tailed sky fox, I seem to be very powerful

"Sorry, I can only entertain you here, Ms. Su Ling. You can call me Philosopher."

After Su Ling sat down, the philosopher whose appearance was [-]% similar to her spoke first. She looked at the girl in front of her and sighed softly as if amazed: "I have to say, you are younger than I thought, especially……"

The philosopher smiled kindly, and did not continue to say anything, but looked at Su Ling who was puzzled: "I already know the reason for your visit, but do you mind if I finish eating this?"

In the paper bag in her hand was a two-bitten sandwich, which seemed to be made by herself, with a lot of hot sauce, mustard and vegetables that even scared Su Ling.

After asking Su Ling's permission, she took out the sandwich and continued to eat it.

She eats very regularly, not rushing or embarrassing, but smooth and regular. She chews every mouthful before swallowing it. Every few mouthfuls, she takes a sip of tea from the thermos next to her.

Five minutes later, she took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth, screwed on the lid of the thermos, and looked up at Su Ling.

"Awaited."

"Actually, I don't mind waiting longer." Su Ling said.

"I like this kind of patience—full of tolerance and reverence for knowledge and comprehension, Ms. Su Ling, such a quality is rare."

Philosophers seem happy, but also regret.

"One thing needs to be explained in advance-my destiny ability is to make others think that what I say is very reasonable, even some fallacies will sound convincing."

After pondering for a while, she explained abruptly: "Unfortunately, this effect is passive, and I can't even turn it off myself. However, this kind of thing can be understood with a little thought."

She thought for a while, and gave an example: "For example--the weather is heavy rain now."

A crap.

Su Ling shook her head subconsciously, the weather is indeed heavy rain, wait...

She froze for a moment, raised her head subconsciously, and stared directly at the dazzling sun above her head. After a few seconds, she finally realized that she couldn't help but gasped.

A little chill in the back.

This kind of ability is too scary.

If the philosopher does not explain it in advance, she may think it is true.

"and it"

The philosopher looked at the kitten in his arms, and the fat white cat let out a soft cry

"It's called The Red and the Black, and ability is its name."

"I made you laugh."

The philosopher sighed with a headache

"My ability can be used in education without any disadvantage. Of course, the premise is that the theory I said is correct. But there are too many uncertainties in this world..."

After pausing for a moment, she looked straight at Su Ling: "The reason why I say this is to be honest on the one hand, and to avoid misunderstandings on the other hand - I don't think what I said is absolutely correct Therefore, I hope you can always remain suspicious of what I say."

In silent thinking, Su Ling was a little dazed.

In any case, the philosopher didn't have any malice towards himself. It would be better to say that he confessed at the beginning. Later, when Su Ling thought about it, he was able to get rid of the influence of the philosopher's soul ability to the greatest extent.

"Ah, you're starting to think."

The philosopher showed a gratified smile: "Very well, thinking is the first step in survival, Ms. Su Ling, you have entered the state, I believe we will have a good chat next time, then..."

She stroked the white cat in her arms and asked

"What are you betting on?"

"Bet on my freedom and that of my friends"

Su Ling says

"What about the price?"

"My freedom."

The philosopher sighed and shook his head

"This is not true, Ms. Su Ling..."

She gently strokes the white cat

"You just need to give me an answer!"

"Okay, but not until then"

Su Ling paused, and suddenly said

"I want to meet my friend."

"certainly"

The philosopher nodded, and immediately showed a somewhat embarrassed expression: "However, he seems to be busy, and I'm afraid he won't be able to take care of you for a while... I'm not lying, you can tell by looking."

She waved and pushed open the window.

There was no blizzard coming in outside the window, and the cats in the trees and in the grass disappeared silently, replaced by a familiar scene of ice and snow.

At the bottom of the deep cliff, the battle of the three beautiful shadows is in full swing, and they have reached the most dangerous moment.

Roaring sounds came and went.

"Yes 7!"

"Yes 9!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Exploded!"

"My king is fried!"

As he threw a hand of cards on the ground chicly, Lin Xuan jumped up from the ground and laughed triumphantly: "I won again!"

"Grass, what luck!"

"Aren't you a cheater!"

The other two beautiful figures with faces painted all over looked at Lin Xuan suspiciously, but they couldn't find anything to do with her.

"If you don't catch it, you don't count as an old thousand."

Lin Xuan laughed, took out a carbon stick again, and skillfully drew two turtles on their smooth foreheads with his hands, and sighed: "You are still young!"

Lin Xuan's card skills can only be described as mediocre.

But she couldn't stand it. She used to help with official duties and often played poker with her cousin when she was free. For such a long time, she didn't improve her poker skills, but her cheating experience and ability slipped away day by day.

Even if these two mirror images copied Lin Xuan's personality, physical fitness and even short-term memory, how could they also copy the experience and instincts that he got from his cousin's blood?

"Keep going, it's still a game away!"

Lin Xuan took the lead in shuffling the cards: "You can't count your words. If I win this round, you have to let me and my sister pass the test."

"Quick wash quick wash..."

"Why don't you play two more, anyway, don't you have a lot of free time?"

The two sisters happily shuffled the cards, and someone suggested: "Hey, do you want some supper? Are you hungry? We have peanuts and edamame here, you can drink..."

……

In the dead silence, Su Ling stared at the scene outside the window in disbelief.

I really have you, Lin Xuan!My old lady did her best to save you, how did you reach a consensus with the criminals so quickly?

The philosopher looked at the scene outside the window with a smile, and looked back at Su Ling: "Maybe you can wait for a while and watch them use Landlords to decide the outcome..."

"Forget it." Su Ling sighed dejectedly: "It would be a shame to win by fighting against landlords, wouldn't it?"

The philosopher smiled and closed the window.

"Then let's treat it as a temporary lecture."

The philosopher happily slapped his knees twice, straightened his expression, and suddenly asked, "Do you think there is any fundamental difference between extraordinary people and ordinary people?"

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Chapter 510 Eight Imaginary Puppets

"Do you think there is any fundamental difference between extraordinary people and ordinary people?"

"Do you mean the soul, realm, or talent?"

"No, it's more different than these superficial things, and it's deeper into the essence."

The philosopher shook his head: "I don't mean the amount of strength and the prominence of ability, nor the heroic performance of heroes and the disgusting behavior of criminals, nor the difference in personality, but something...something closer to Motive stuff.

It might be too obscure to say that, so let's take an example. "

Her fingers tapped the pen subconsciously, and after thinking for a while, she suddenly asked, "Do you know 'imaginary puppet'?"

"As for the puppet, I have a little understanding."

Su Ling replied that, in fact, she had seen quite a few, whether it was ghouls, blood puppets, or others, these kinds of things always appeared in various places, serving as cheap cannon fodder.

"No, that's actually an interesting hypothesis."

The philosopher shook his head: "It doesn't mean that there is such a perpetually hungry and mangled corpse waiting 24 hours to bite you, or an unresponsive, unconscious puppet.

Instead, suppose that there is a strange thing, he is mixed in the crowd...

Moreover, he looks and behaves like an ordinary person as well as his physical structure. "

She said: "If you poke him with a knife, he will scream pain. He will tell you that it is cold when the air conditioner is turned on. He can work, talk, sing, take pictures and post on blogs, and see beautiful girls. The face is red and the heart is beating, and when you are hungry, go out and eat something like us-maybe cook it yourself at home, but it doesn't matter.

In short, this thing looks exactly like a human being. "

He paused and said calmly:

"Except he has no self-awareness."

"Ok?"

Su Ling frowned subconsciously, feeling something was wrong.

"Or, to be more precise - he never had anything in his head that belonged to him."

When she said this, she raised her head and stared at Su Ling with a disturbing sharp gaze:

"It just doesn't think.

It just doesn't think about it.

Living like a puppet, a zombie, a living dead, a puppet, a machine, whatever you call it... But how do you verify whether he has self-awareness? "

Su Ling didn't know how to answer.

Even if you think about it, you can't come to a conclusion, it's just a ridiculous assumption.

Just as some extreme psychologists think that the existence of 'self-will' is just a lie of the brain, until the emergence of destiny, this set of theories has quite a market.

"You should know, madam philosopher."

Su Ling shook her head, repeating what Lin Xuan used to say when playing reasoning games

"All unfalsifiable things are beyond the scope of rational discussion—in other words, this hypothesis is doomed to no results from the very beginning."

"I know."

The philosopher nodded, "I'm just curious about this... How many people will think about it, Ms. Su Ling, have you thought about it? How many people will choose to become a living corpse?"

When she looked back, her eyes were calm and terrifying, and she asked softly, "If I told you that there might really be such living corpses in this world, even in large numbers, how would you feel?"

Su Ling froze in place.

Looking at him like that, he shuddered.

"You should have seen such a person before, right?"

The philosopher leaned on the bench and said indifferently: "When he hears those meaningful words, he will think that they are wise words, and he will also seem to understand the truth of this world by flipping through the little stories made up in two famous biographies.

When he finds that something has been snatched by others, he will also think it is a treasure.After seeing one or two articles denouncing Fang Qiu, he found his direction in life.

He will say what others say, and what others think is right, he will also think it is the truth.If someone sinned, he would also be outraged in the crowd.

Maybe he will still appeal, he will feel injustice, he will always stand on the side of the majority of people, hide in the crowd, and be unremarkable...