Chapter 3467

"Is it true that they said you were very close to the 'boundaries' of that world?"

Medusa mask inspires the curiosity and courage of middle-aged people. He can still take the initiative to ask questions in the face of notorious villains such as spiritual pirates.

"I will always be stripped from this world, almost every time, so the boundary has no specific feelings for me, but it sounds like you have heard of me before?"

"Yes, I know you are the second generation. You used to be a trivial robber in New York. Roger Hayden, you found this mask. It makes you look new."

When the middle-aged man said this, he paused a little, and then he patted his thigh as if he remembered something:

"You know what? When I have the ability, we can be partners. You know, I have a lot of good plans to make a fortune."

The soul pirate has no interest in money. This is not what he is worried about now, because he once saw the guy with a burning head and claiming to be the universal recorder. Now Roger has fallen into deep confusion.

So he just smiled and whispered:

"Wait and see, then, the second question, you already know what we can 'know', so what is' truth 'in what we know?"

The question was a little deeper. The middle man thought a little. He leaned his arms against the back of the folding chair and tilted his head to look at the lamp.

The light bulb emits light and heat. Even through the mask, it seems that you can see the current passing through the filament.

"Only emotion is real, everything else in life may be false, the whole world we are in may be illusion or illusion, and maybe each of us lives in the same feeding tank of matrix."

The man suddenly spoke imaginative words, which was not like what an ordinary middle-aged man could say. Maybe Medusa mask magnified his sentimentality:

"My answer is this. The things that stimulate our emotions may be false, but our emotions are real. We are not the masters of emotions, but emotions constitute our hearts, or our souls."

"Well... That's a good answer, too." The soul pirate pinched his chin and nodded slowly: "you are great. Even when I wear a mask, I can't think like you."

The middle-aged man behind the mask laughed. He looked up at the dark void above his head:

"Right? I have an interesting soul, just like you. The purpose of your answer game is to find a similar companion in this false universe and get rid of that loneliness."

"Well, the third and most difficult question is, 'who are you'?" Mr. Hayden put away his smile. He is a lone Walker and lives in his own spiritual world. He seems lonely, but he doesn't want to share this loneliness with others.

But to eliminate this loneliness.

The man across the table was a little stunned. His hand rubbed on the table a few times, because the problem sounded the simplest.

But reason told him that as the third question, it would not be so simple.

"I'm an ordinary person. I work as a cook in a roadside fast food restaurant that nobody cares about. I watch truck drivers, prostitutes, old people and children passing by every day go in and out of my store, trying to show the significance of my existence and the trivial things that build the world, so I want to do great things and affect the world."

He thought the answer was good, had deep thought, and did not expose his real name.

"Alas." But the soul pirate stood up. He sighed and shook his head slowly: "what a pity."

"What?" The man was stunned.

"You don't understand what I'm doing. You're just playing tricks. You have no 'experience' and 'story' of growth. We haven't had it. The universe is only a few months old. Because it was restarted last time, we are all poor people trapped in the grid and dialog box."

"What did you say?" Men really don't understand.

"Grid, grid, spacer, square, line segment, whatever you call it."

The talking heart pirate raised his hands as if he had caught something, and then pulled it down sharply.

The darkness around all faded, revealing the pale background of space. No, space has lost its meaning. At this time, the existing things have been suspended, like losing constraints.

"My God! My God! Where are we?"

The weightless middle-aged man lay on the table. He kept rotating in the seemingly boundless white world.

"Now you see the truth behind our universe. Every world is built on this white fiber paper. They will be destroyed and forgotten at will, but they will eventually be rebuilt, copied and used. I am the one who is excluded from every restart of the universe. This is what I want to discuss with someone."

The soul pirate said a lot. He was not excited, or he was not in any mood. He just talked about his own views, and sighed with regret:

"In fact, I heard the news to let Batman or the death knell come to me, not you... Your IQ and the information you have can't help me at all. Unfortunately, it seems that I can't make them pay attention to me as a little man by imitating Luther and taking out my spiritual power as a prize, ha ha."

But at this time, the middle-aged man could not answer him. He was buttoning the mask stuck to his face. I don't know when it began. It seemed that he grabbed all his organs and made him unable to breathe.

He grabbed the edge of the mask and wanted to take it off, but even with more force, he tore his chin, broke his nails and sprinkled blood into the empty space.

The mask did not move, but his blood quickly turned black, like a string of humble ink stains.

"It's no use. You're scared. Medusa mask will amplify this fear thousands of times, and then absorb these emotions. Therefore, you'll be scared to death by yourself."

Just like confirming what he said, the middle-aged man soon kicked his legs and lay on the table. The mask automatically fell off his face and fell on the table with a crisp sound.

At this time, the corpse's face became as white as paper, or he faded his color, leaving only the line shape of black enough.

After that, the soul pirate picked up his mask in a sigh and was ready to continue his lonely journey.

Because he was stripped out of the universe, he remembered every restart, every crisis, every flash point, every time

He observed them from another level.

But just as he picked up the mask and raised his hand to put it on, he suddenly stopped and began to look around:

"Who's talking?"

"You haven't listened to your problems, mind pirate."

A voice seemed to come from high above, like the voice of God.

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