In the long silence, Huai Shi did not speak.
He vaguely understood what the philosopher meant, but because of this, he felt … vaguely unhappy.
He could not say it.
"I once felt despair at this ignorance that refuses to think, great despair, Mr. Huai Shi."
The philosopher was still narrating, "I felt like I was locked in a black box, unable to breathe. Every walking corpse around me made me feel a wave of fear and anxiety.
Have you ever been to Constantinople in Rome? I think any big city may be the same, Cairo, Yorkshire, Yanjing, Jinling, the capital … Every time I walked in it, I could feel the loud noise of a machine running.
When I brushed past the expressionless and numb faces, I felt as if I had entered the body of a giant beast. There was a huge gravitational force pulling me deeper and deeper, not allowing me to escape. Instead, it kept me there, trying to turn me into something that was no different from the others, a component that could be replaced at any time, a dispensable cell in the social system.
Like a slave, I gave up thinking, silently submitted to the collective, obliterated myself, and became a numb machine.
Until one day, I felt that I could not stay there. "
The philosopher told Huai Shi, "I had to escape, I had to leave that place. So I boarded a train, abandoned all of my possessions and finances, and started to wander without a care for anything until I came here."
"I have to say … You may be just thinking too much."
Huai Shi scratched his head, unable to understand.
"Is that so?"
The philosopher calmly asked, "What if I change the analogy? What if, replace Constantinople with the Silver Sea, and replace wandering with sublimation, can you understand? "
Huai Shi was stunned.
He finally understood where the displeasure in his heart came from.
"Why are you so contemptuous of others who are trying their best to survive, Mr. Philosopher?"
Huai Shi asked, "Are there people who are born willing to become machines? For some people, becoming a machine is even a happiness and peace that they can't wait for.
Why do you have to comment on everything from above after freeing yourself?
Wasn't that too arrogant?
According to your theory, "You will never be able to prove that others have self-awareness. In other words … in your world, you will always be the only one who exists?"
"I didn't say it was absolutely correct, did I?"
The philosopher was not annoyed. Instead, he smiled happily. "I'm glad to see you refute my theory. Nothing makes me happier than that."
"…"
Huai Shi was stunned.
Damn, just how long has this big brother of mine been tricked by my Spiritual Soul ability? Why is he so happy to see someone bicker with me?
Huai Shi has an impulse to recommend the Internet celebrity "Take Little Brother" to him. He always feels that he will have a good time arguing with Little Nineteen of the Lin family … But Little Hut in the Woods is not willing to waste time on this kind of loss-making business, right?
Philosophers do not care if others agree with their ideas and theories. They even seem to live in a lonely world.
He played single-player games indifferently and did not play games with others.
Huai Shi felt a burst of pity and fear for such a life.
What kind of hell is that?
"The moment I became a Sublimator, my life was changed. Mr. Huai Shi, I still don't know if this change is good or bad, but this is the answer I give you."
The philosopher said seriously and solemnly, "People have to think to feel their own existence and life.
People who refuse to think are not alive. At best, they just exist.
And it is through this will born from thinking that the Sublimator proves their existence to the world, isn't it? “
He said, "In my opinion, the Sublimator is the winner who has not been assimilated and obliterated by this world. In other words, to some extent, they have defeated the people of this world. "
He said his own conclusion so decisively and arrogantly.
He did not care whether others agreed or not, and did not care whether Huai Shi could accept it.
He had put his own answer in front of Huai Shi.
Without saying anything else, Huai Shi got up and said goodbye.
The philosopher did not say anything else. Instead, he walked him out of the school's back door and suddenly said, "You have come from afar as a guest. I'm sorry that I can't be a good host, but at least let me do you a small favor. How about it?"
Huai Shi looked at him blankly.
He felt like he had heard this before.
Why do you Indonesian Sublimators like to help others so much?
Then, he saw the philosopher fold the paper bag with the food and put it in the trash can. He waved at the people on the side of the road.
Then, an off-road vehicle drove over from the end of the street.
Huai Shi was stunned.
It was clearly the car that he had borrowed from Ali, but now it looked brand new. Not only had the bumpers on the front and back been replaced, but even the scratches on the car had been smoothed out with paint.
The mud and dirt on the car were all cleaned, and the tires were all replaced with brand new ones.
The door opened, and a middle-aged man jumped out. He pulled out a squirming bag from the trunk and pulled it in front of Huai Shi.
The bag opened, and a man with a head full of blood crawled out.
One of his arms had been cut off.
He looked like he had been tortured. He wanted to cry, but when he saw the philosopher next to Huai Shi, he was stunned. He trembled and knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy. His mouth trembled as he muttered in Indonesian dialect.
The philosopher pointed at Huai Shi, and the man turned around and kowtowed to Huai Shi, sobbing and crying.
Huai Shi began to doubt his eyes.
He looked at the car he had lost and then at the philosopher. He did not understand what was going on.
"Are the local gangs so polite?"
"That's right. Perhaps it has already undergone a complete makeover after the renovation?"
The Latin teacher from the aristocratic high school said calmly, "They are all people who are willing to listen to reason. It is not difficult to teach them the right way to live."
As he spoke, he turned around and said something to the driver. The man nodded respectfully, stepped forward, and bent down. Then, he held Huai Shi's car keys in front of the boy.
At this point, how could Huai Shi not understand the situation?
The guy next to him was not a philosopher. He was clearly the godfather of the local gangs in Indonesia. Perhaps the godfather of the local gangs could only be his son.
With such a secretive and terrifying soul ability, it wouldn't be difficult to organize this group of people. Or rather, with his strange way of thinking and strange personality, he did not have any scruples at all.
"I agree with you on one point, Mr. Huai Shi."
The philosopher looked him in the eye and said calmly, "I have no right to look down on those who try their best to live. But sometimes, when faced with vermin and stray dogs, who are worse than zombies, why not let me make them better? At least this way, more people will not be hurt, right? "
Huai Shi looked at him deeply.
He did not doubt the authenticity of the philosopher's words.
At least he was still alive and standing here.
This proved that under the supervision of the Astronomical Society, the philosopher was a harmless person. He did not even disturb the local social order. Perhaps, he would develop into a collaborator and informant. After all, his ability was too convenient.
"But, it's just a car thief. There is no need to cut off his hand, right?"
Huai Shi lowered his head and stared at the embarrassed car thief on the ground.
Even if he was angry because his car was stolen, at best, he just wanted the car thief to have diarrhea at the border.
"In fact, I have already dealt with him leniently."
The philosopher sighed helplessly and shrugged. "There is no need to treat me as the kind of person who treats human lives like grass. Mr. Huai Shi, I asked him to come here to plead with you.
After all, most of the time, the anger of a Sublimator is too exaggerated for ordinary people. "
As he said this, he lifted his leather boot and kicked the car thief on the ground. He shook his head coldly. "No matter how outrageous and disgraceful this guy is, he is still the father of two children. I can't just watch those two children become orphans.
He offended a Sublimator, offended the Forestry Association, and at the same time, angered the Astronomical Society. Cutting off one hand is already too biased for him. "
It must be known that a Sublimator with a good temper and no arrogance like Huai Shi was very rare. If he encountered a person with a surly personality, it was not impossible for him to kill his entire family.
The philosopher had brought him here in search of this forgiveness from the Sophora Scholar's poem.
In the silence, Huai Shi couldn't help but sigh.
"I finally know why you are called a philosopher and not an educator." He suddenly said, "Has anyone ever told you that you are actually not good at being a teacher? “
The philosopher was stunned.
Then, he saw Huai Shi pull out his knife. The knife was shining brightly.
He said, "Education is different from training animals."
In the sudden silence, Huai Shi bent down and pressed down on the car thief. He cruelly cut open the wound on his arm that had just healed, picked up the debris embedded in the wound, and finally picked up the severed hand in the bag.
Hillghost's vitality was injected into it, and two layers of silver blood medicine were applied to the wound. He threw the arm back into the car thief's arms.
He put away the blade.
The man who stole the car was stunned for a long time. His pale face finally looked better, as if he was relieved. But then, he couldn't help but scream.
Because Huai Shi's finger was pressing hard on the wound on his arm.
Such a rough awakening of his gradually numbing pain.
It made him spasm in pain.
"This is the lesson that should be taught to you. It's not because you offended anyone or some huge organization, but because you made a mistake."
Huai Shi lowered her head and stared into his eyes. She enunciated each word clearly.
"You are not allowed to steal, understand?"
The man who stole the car nodded frantically and begged.
But it wasn't until he found it difficult to breathe that Huai Shi released his finger and slowly stood up.
"Take him to a good hospital," Huai Shi said to the philosopher. "It's not too late to take him back now."
The philosopher was stunned for a moment, as if confused. "Is that all?"
"What else do you want?"
Huai Shi asked back, calmly staring at the philosopher. "I didn't become a sublimator to cut off someone's hand when I was angry."
"Looks like I did something unnecessary?"
The philosopher shrugged. "If I made you unhappy, I apologize."
Although the apology wasn't sincere.
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