"It wasn't until just now that I figured out one thing." Feng Bujue slowly walked toward the long table. "Everyone …" He looked at the thirteen fat men sitting side by side at the table. "… The envelope that you would rather die than accept, contains an 'invitation', right?"
At this time, the thirteen people looked at Brother Jue with a rather helpless and fearful look. They did not say a word.
"I can completely understand you." Feng Bujue walked to the table and stood still with a smile on his face. "Put yourself in my shoes. If I were you, I would also refuse."
After saying this, he paused for a few seconds. Then, he spread his arms and made a "please" gesture as if he was the host of this banquet. "But since you're already here, why don't you enjoy your last meal?"
Hearing this, the fat men looked at each other. Soon, they all showed a sad look, picked up the cutlery, and began to eat …
[Hidden Mission Completed.] At this moment, the system voice sounded.
Feng Bujue glanced at the mission panel and confirmed that the task of trying to participate in the "Last Supper" had been ticked.
"Haha …" Brother Jue laughed. "That's right. Eat slowly and go on your way."
"It seems that you have seen through the 'truth,'" Mr. M said.
"Hmph … I'm ashamed. This time, I didn't see through the whole truth." Feng Bujue said, "I also relied on the help of 'someone' to know everything that happened here." As he spoke, he turned around and faced the six NPCs behind him. "And I know … your identities."
When he said this, his gaze swept across the faces of the six people. However, the NPCs did not react. They just stood there silently, as if waiting for him to continue.
"First of all, you …" Two seconds later, Feng Bujue's gaze moved to the mysterious woman. "You are Dave's' survival instinct. ' It's reasonable for you to appear in the image of his mother. Because in the depths of a person's heart, the one who makes him feel the most trustworthy and safe is usually his parents. " At this point, Brother Jue had already used the third person to address Dave. It was clear that he no longer cared about the form and content of his words. "The instructions you gave me were all based on the two points of 'survival and safety.' So, when I first came to this town, you told me to leave. When I lost the means to leave, you told me clearly that if I stayed in town … I would either become a postman or … "He turned his head and glanced at the fat men behind him." … become them. "
After saying this in one breath, Brother Jue walked in front of Narson and said, "And you, Chief Narson, you, without a doubt, the symbol of 'authority and rules' in Dave's heart. Most people have an image of you in their minds … When we are lazy, you will spur us on. When we are tempted, you will warn us. You are like a strict teacher who abides by the rules. You ask us to be punctual, firm, thrifty, and honest … "He paused and said," Now it seems … everything printed in the workbook is true. 'The ghost postman does not need the help and sympathy of others. Everything he does is voluntary' … Obviously, he is your proudest student. " He looked directly into Narson's eyes. "Different from 'survival instinct', your task is not to consider my safety, but to urge me to work hard, to make me become …"
Feng Bujue stopped halfway through the sentence. He took a few steps to the front of the ghost postman. "… Like this."
"I think …" At this moment, the ghost postman, or rather … the other Dave, looked at Brother Jue with a kind of joy in his eyes. "… You will soon become me."
"Yes, you …" Brother Jue nodded with a smile. "You represent 'hard work', 'nobility', 'giving silently', 'no regrets', and so on … You are the self-image that Dave envisioned the most in his mind, and you are the target of my test this time." He paced back and forth. "The various qualities that you have shown before have indeed explained this very well …" He shrugged and continued, "… People's ideal self is like this … They can't be seen, can't be chased, and can't be held back. Even if it is close at hand, it is still unreachable. "
Before he finished, Feng Bujue had already walked to the front of the sagittarius and Yang. "As for the two of you …" He tilted his head and reached out to touch the back of his neck. "Haha … It is' unrealistic fantasy 'and' adventurous spirit ', isn't it?"
"You can also call it the ability to fantasize …" Yang said expressionlessly.
The sagittarius added, "Or a self-awareness and mental state that goes beyond common sense."
"I say … the two of you …" Feng Bujue glared at them with his dead fish eyes and replied, "I have purposely used the term 'chuunibyou' to make it more tactful. Can the two of you please not push your luck?"
"Hey, don't forget, we are a part of you," the sagittarius replied.
Yang added, "Also, you should have noticed … your chuunibyou mentality has two forms, one is the cold type, the other is the flamboyant type."
"It is' Dave's' chuunibyou mentality that has two … Sigh … Forget it …" Feng Bujue wanted to correct them, but he thought it was none of his business. So, he waved his hand and ended the conversation with the two bodyguard gods. He came to the last 'person'.
"Let's talk about you … Mr. M." Feng Bujue looked at the slightly plump black man and said in a deep voice, "You appeared as' Mr. Marvin ', Dave's neighbor when he was young, but you didn't directly use the name' Marvin '. The reason is … You wanted to use the name 'Mr. M.' to give me a hint. " He walked around the man and said, "After we met, you listed a lot of things about Dave and said 'I have known you since you could remember.' Therefore, your identity is on the verge of being revealed — Memory. "
"Exactly," Mr. M. replied approvingly.
"Only your identity was something I had already guessed before 'opening my eyes for the second time.'" Feng Bujue didn't care much about the man's praise and continued, "Your appearance was very important … The concept of 'Concrete Memory' made me suddenly enlightened, and I immediately made a lot of new inferences …"
Brother Jue stopped and suddenly raised his phone. "The phone book on this phone and the hotel's register … There are four names exactly the same. At first, I thought it was just a coincidence. After all, English names have a high repetition rate. But after seeing you, I thought for a bit and understood … "He tapped his temple twice with his left index finger." The whole town of Otaku is the product of Dave's' consciousness projection. ' The names on the hotel's register were all people he knew. As for the numbers in the phone book, they were all familiar numbers that he could memorize. In short … Everything in the town is a memory fragment. "
At this point, he suddenly thought of something and added, "Oh, right, Enoch is also one of them." He smiled. "Of course, Enoch shouldn't be Dave's friend. He's just someone Dave met when he came to take the test. Since Enoch's test pod happened to be next to Dave's, Dave's brain also projected this relatively new impression. "
Clap clap clap clap …
When Brother Jue finished his narration, the six people began to applaud, and all of them had smiles on their faces.
"Congratulations."
"Very good."
"You didn't let me down."
"Well done."
"That's pretty good, kid."
"Well done."
Their praises were very sincere, but there was an indescribable sense of strangeness. Perhaps it was because all of their personalities were flawed … After all, these six people were just a part of a person's consciousness, and they didn't have a complete personality.
"So …" When the applause stopped, Feng Bujue turned again and walked to the long table. "… Next, it's time to get down to business."
The thirteen fat men's reactions were surprisingly similar. They all started to tremble, and the food in their hands dropped.
"Perfunctory, undisciplined, despicable, hypocritical, outwardly strong but inwardly weak, extravagant, lazy, unmotivated …" Brother Jue walked from one end of the long table to the other, and he said coldly, "Even I feel ashamed because you are the mainstream consciousness of human beings …" He scratched his head and made a helpless expression. "If a person's consciousness is visualized into a small town, the majority of the residents will be you, a group of Otaku."
"It is undeniable … As long as the conditions allow, most people are more willing to sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labor instead of being pioneers or strivers." He raised his arm and gestured to the side behind him. "Thankfully, they still exist in people's hearts …"
As he spoke, Feng Bujue had already reached the end of the long table. "Okay, everyone, it's time to go."
His words were like an order that could not be disobeyed. Just as he finished, the thirteen 'Fat Dave' quickly and neatly picked up their own table knives and slit their own throats.
Both of them died in the same way, face down on the table …
Bright red blood dyed the white tablecloth red, and it quickly flowed and dripped onto the marble floor, creating a crackling sound.
"Humph …" Feng Bujue looked at the dead bodies on the table and scoffed.
Then he turned back to look at the other side of the hall, but he realized that the six NPCs who stood in the distance had all disappeared.
After waiting for ten seconds, Feng Bujue suddenly opened his mouth to say, "This still doesn't count as solving the worldview?"
At this time, he was the only living person left in the hall, but his tone … did not sound like he was talking to himself …
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