After Bai Liu finished talking about his three guesses, he put down the pen. The pen rolled twice on the table and rolled to the hand of Mu Sicheng, who had no expression on his face.
Bai Liu's attitude was still calm, and he didn't seem to think that he had said anything serious. Finally, Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng, who had a numb face, and added sincerely: "Of course, this is just my personal opinion, and it may not be the case. Such."
The narrow rental house fell into a long silence, with only the wind occasionally passing through Bailiu's fingertips and blowing on the paper on which he wrote down the reality of the world.
It is midsummer now, and the sun shines brightly through the window behind Bailiu. It is already noon, and the noisy chirping of cicadas can be heard, and the noisy honking of cars can be heard outside the window.
But these visual and auditory experiences that seemed to endow the world with fireworks suddenly became black and white in Mu Sicheng's world. Just like Bai Liu, who was sitting in front of the desk and looking at him quietly and intently against the light, he was curling up the multi-dimensional lines of data. Li kept retreating and disappeared into the gap between his closed eyes.
The moment Bai Liu put down his pen, Mu Sicheng felt his ears ringing for a few seconds, as if his breathing was fake for a moment.
Is reality just a game?
The promised land he tried so hard to keep, free from his despicable desires, turned out to be nothing more than a game.
Mu Sicheng slumped and leaned back on the chair. The back of one hand was placed on his eyes and the other hand dropped. He remained in this position without saying a word for a long time.
Bai Liu did not disturb him.
After an unknown amount of time, Mu Sicheng sneered and said in a difficult voice: "Bai Liu, I'm wondering if you made up such a horrible thing to fool me in order to coax me to participate in the league with you? Isn't this a lie? ? It¡¯s not true, right?¡±
"Most of the real things in this world are terrifying. Otherwise, where would the materials for our games come from?" Bai Liu stood up, folded the paper with these words and put it into a book, then turned to look again. Mu Sicheng.
Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu quietly.
Bai Liu shrugged: "But it seems that you are not willing to accept it, so emotionally I feel that I should give you a buffer space to escape and accept, so I said that this matter may not be like this, after all, it may be. The first and second scenarios.¡±
Mu Sicheng: ""
Damn it, but what¡¯s the difference between this and telling me directly that this is the third situation!
Mu Sicheng slumped in his chair for a long time, then looked at Bai Liu in confusion and asked: "Bai Liu, if the reality we are in is just a game, then where is the real reality? Is there a real reality? What is real to us? Why aren¡¯t you scared by this game-like reality?¡±
Bai Liu was not confused by Mu Sicheng's rapid-fire questions. He thought for a moment.
"I have been asking myself since I was a teenager what reality is and what is most meaningful to me." Bai Liu spread his hands, "But except for one of my best friends, most of my peers They couldn't understand me, and I later discovered that they might never think about this issue throughout their lives, and they could survive well in this false reality."
"Whether reality is a game or real, believe me, for the vast majority of people, it actually has no impact on them. Interpreted from an objective idealist point of view, people's objective cognition of ontology and the world constitutes The logical chain of human values, as long as [I] are real and what [I] pursue is real, that world will be real to [me].¡±
Bai Liu said calmly: "To me, this world is a game or something else, it doesn't matter."
¡°As long as human currency exists for one day, my desire for money will not be extinguished. This is my truth and meaning.¡±
"If you can't find your own meaning for the time being, why don't you try to use mine?" Bai Liu picked up the key hanging behind the door and looked back at the stunned Mu Sicheng, "Try to find the visible currency." , like try the 500 million points for the game competition champion?¡±
"When the time comes, you might be able to buy the reality you want with money." Bai Liu opened the door, "With five hundred million points, I think you can buy an earth to create the kind of [real world] you want. ]."
Mu Sicheng was silent for a while with a distorted expression.
"Bai Liu, your eloquence has really come from doing pyramid schemes, right?"
He was once again convinced by this crazy logic!
"So your answer is?" Bai Liu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Participate in the league?"