The corners of Jiang Che's mouth twitched wildly, and he was so angry that he almost cursed out loud.
Don't give him any chance to argue.
My painting skills are obviously very good. Look at how perfect the lines are. How can it be abstract when they are spread out in all directions?
I've been using this painting technique for so many years, how is it abstract?
Answer me! Huh? You answer me.
Look in my eyes!
Tell me, why?
Why, baby, why?
Answer me!
The other party must be unable to answer, so he is cheating!
I want to report it, I want to report it!
Precognitive Ghost: ...
Jiang Che got angry for a moment.
Time is limited, so he can only compress his venting time.
Fortunately, he had prepared enough questions.
You can’t ask sophistry questions, so just jump directly to paradox questions.
However, when Jiang Che asked the God question, the Pen Fairy did not answer at all.
The parchment sent another message.
The question is wrong.
The answer is indeed [yes] or [no], but the question itself is wrong.
There must be one correct answer.
Both answers are incorrect options and the question is invalid.
Jiang Che's face darkened.
In this case, the several paradox questions prepared are useless.
In this case, we can only place our hope on philosophical issues.
Jiang Che's heartbeat quickened slightly, and he finally asked the first philosophical question he had prepared.
Do humans have free will?
His hand trembled, and then he drew a big cross.
The answer is correct.
Jiang Che frowned.
He wanted to see how the parchment was analyzed.
Analysis: How can there be freedom for a consciousness imprisoned in the body?
Seeing this, Jiang Che was stunned.
He realized that this answer seemed to be correct!
Most of the time, human consciousness is indeed not free.
Which of the daily activities of eating, drinking, defecating, urinating and sleeping is not a need of the body?
These are physical needs, not conscious needs.
When consciousness is subordinate to the body, how can we talk about freedom?
OK.
I think your analysis is correct.
Does a Creator exist?
This time, it's no longer a cross.
A "check" symbol was drawn on the hand to indicate that the answer was correct.
Then, the parchment gave another analysis.
Analysis: The Creator can be a living being or not. No one has stipulated that the "rules" cannot be the Creator.
Password.
This answer is impeccable.
The Creator can be dead or alive, can be life or rules.
Is there life after death?
hook.
The answer is still correct.
Ghosts appear in reality, so it is normal to have the rest of your life.
At this point, four minutes had passed for questions.
Only one minute left.
Jiang Che was a little worried.
None of the questions he prepared were useful.
Jiang Che had vowed before, saying "what does it matter if I give it my life", but now he regretted it.
The boomerang is piercing the forehead.
No, we have to fight for it.
Since it's a game, there must be a solution!
While thinking, Jiang Che suddenly thought of the answer of "Creator".
It can be dead or alive.
So is it dead or alive?
Just as Jiang Che was about to ask this question, he suddenly thought of something.
How are "death" and "life" defined?
Just like the "precognitive ghost" in front of us.
Is it dead or alive?
When judging whether a living being is dead or alive, should we judge whether the consciousness is alive or whether the body is alive?
There are countless problems arising from this.
Ultimately, it is a question of "definition".
Define it as dead, and it is dead.
If it is defined as alive, then it is a living thing.
Whoever holds the power of definition will be invincible.
Thinking of this, Jiang Che suddenly remembered some of the views of the Western Union (i.e. the Western Alliance).
I am undefinable.
That makes a lot of sense.
I understand.
Jiang Che understood.
I gradually understood everything.
My psychological gender can only be defined by myself.
So, Jiang Che asked a magical question.
"Am I a man?"
Even the kid opposite couldn't help laughing at this question.
The voice sounded a little familiar.
Ethereal, spacious, lonely, and with a hint of sadness.
Jiang Che felt unwell.
This time, the opponent did not control his hand, but directly said the answer.
"no."
The message came from the parchment.
The answer is wrong.
【Congratulations, you have the chance to draw a card. 】
Jiang Che's face darkened.
It was the first time I won a game, and it was so heart-wrenching.
This little devil!
So, little ghosts are the most annoying thing!
So annoying.jpg!
Jiang Che's face was filled with black lines.
Of course he could see that the "precognitive ghost" was losing on purpose.
I also know that the person opposite me is the little girl from the last game, "Tunnel Card Drawing".
It can be said that good deeds will be rewarded.
But if you want to lose, just do it.
Just give the wrong answer as the first one.
You have to play with him like this, and in the end you say he is not a man!
Too much!
That’s too much!
Brat!
Aren’t you afraid that I will abuse your dog?
I'm so angry.
Jiang Che was so angry that he gave Xiaobai extra food.
There is a kind of "hunger" called feeling hungry.
Xiaobai was fed a few big chicken legs in a daze.
After he calmed down, Jiang Che looked at the mahjong tiles in his spiritual space.
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