28 The Feast of Philosophers03
◎Why do you think that where we are now is not in the real world?◎
After the system finished speaking, Tao Ran immediately picked up the glass of water. "Since the inventor lives in the second room, and sentence 10 says that the inventor likes to drink water, then the water should be in the second room."
As he said this, he placed the glass of water under the room in the second column of the table.
At the same time, Xu Wenjun picked up the rabbit family emblem. According to the 12th clue, the person with the rabbit family emblem lives next door to the person who likes to eat fish, which is the sixth room, that is, the fifth room.
She placed the rabbit family crest in the designated location, and based on the fact that the owner of the rabbit family crest was a meteorologist, she confirmed the owner of the fifth room.
Zhu Heng stared at the blank space on the table, pondering as he sorted out the clues. "So far, we've confirmed that the first room is white, the second is blue, and the sixth is purple. So, the third through fifth rooms can only be red, yellow, and green."
"But..." he continued, "The fifth room can't be yellow, because the person who lives in the yellow room is a troublemaker, which doesn't match the meteorologist who lives in the fifth room."
"So, yellow is either in the third or fourth room. But we already know from the first round that the red and green rooms are right next to each other. Therefore, the fourth room can't be yellow, because then red and green can only be the third and fifth rooms, respectively, which contradicts the known clues."
Then, yellow should be in the third room.
He marked the form with a yellow marker and identified the owner of the third room - the Shit Stirrer.
"That leaves the red room and the green room. The clue says that green is to the right of red, so the fifth room can only be green, and red belongs to the fourth room."
Zhu Heng switched to red and green pens and made marks respectively.
Now, the colors of all the rooms have been calculated, and Zhu Heng's mind suddenly became clear.
The 9th sentence says that people living in the green room like to drink, so the pot of wine should be placed in the fifth room.
He filled in the jug of wine on the form.
That left only a handful of vegetables on the table.
It is currently known that the fruit is in the third room.
The Judge likes to eat meat, and the meat is in the first room.
The owner of the purple room likes to eat fish, and the fish is in the sixth room.
The inventor likes to drink water, and the water is in the second room.
The wine is in the fifth room.
After eliminating all possibilities, the only option left for the vegetables is the fourth room.
The dish was placed a little far away, and Zhu Heng wanted to get up to grab it, but he came up empty-handed the first time.
A hand reached out and brushed against his wrist bone, causing a slight numbness.
Zhu Heng looked to the right, and someone gently lifted his wrist and pushed him away, then reached out and put it into the menu column for the fourth room.
"People who wear cloth shoes like to eat vegetables, so add another pair of these." Helan Dao took the cloth shoes and put them in the form in the fourth room.
Zhu Heng involuntarily touched his wrist bone.
The place where Helan Dao touched felt a little hot.
Xu Wenjun looked at the increasingly full form and said slowly, "There are only four rooms whose owners can be confirmed."
The first room houses the judge.
The second room is for the inventor.
The third room is the yellow room, where the Troublemaker lives.
The meteorologist lives in the fifth room.
So there are still the Idealist and the Hermit left, who need to correspond to the temporarily empty fourth and sixth rooms.
Xu Wenjun continued his analysis: "The owner of the fourth room wears cloth shoes, but the hermit is barefoot. Therefore, the idealist lives in the fourth room."
And the hermit can only be the sixth room.
Therefore, it can be confirmed that the idealist's family crest, the horse, is in the fourth room, and the hermit's family crest, the bird, should be placed in the sixth room.
Tao Ran looked at the current table and said, "The only things left to confirm are the family crests for the first and third rooms: an eagle or a fox. The shoes for the second, third, and fifth rooms also don't match: leather, straw sandals, and sandals, respectively."
Zhu Heng said softly, "In the last set of questions, there are still two clues that haven't been used."
In sentence 18, the owner of the fox family crest wears sandals.
Sentence 19: The person wearing straw sandals lives next door to the owner of the eagle family emblem.
so.
In the first room, the Inquisitor wears boots, so the Inquisitor's animal crest cannot be a fox wearing sandals, but an eagle.
The fox family crest can naturally only be filled in the third room - the guest room where the Troublemaker stays.
So the position of the sandals also corresponds.
As for the straw sandals, they are next to the eagle family emblem, that is, in the second room, corresponding to the inventor.
At this point, only one pair of leather remained, filling the remaining room five.
[Congratulations everyone, all matches were successful.] The system sounded a prompt.
[Now, please all the audience stand up and check the color code on the back of your chair, which represents your corresponding family.]
Zhu Heng raised his eyes.
really.
From the corner of his eye, he saw everyone's faces filled with surprise as they stood up and checked their corresponding labels.
Tao Ran leaned over and looked at the back of the chair. The label was purple, corresponding to the Hermit Family.
Xu Wenjun grabbed the chair with his bare hands and turned it over.
Label white, is the judge.
Xie Shen first glanced at the back of Wang Kunshu’s chair. It was green and belonged to a family of meteorologists.
He himself is red and an idealist.
Zhu Heng knew from the beginning that his color was blue, but he never expected that his corresponding color would be inventor.
Needless to say, Helan Dao is the one who is more suitable to stir up trouble than him.
Thinking of this, he felt a little happy.
"What are you laughing at? Why are you so happy?" A deep voice suddenly came into his ears. The voice was like a clear spring, flowing through Zhu Heng's chest and causing a circle of tiny ripples.
His expression froze immediately. When he met someone's smiling gaze, he withdrew it with just a glance and turned away coldly.
The tip of his tongue gently pressed against the roof of his mouth, his eyes slightly uncomfortable.
...Is it really that obvious?
After everyone confirmed the family they belonged to, the pile of things in the chart on the table suddenly changed.
They were arranged according to the classification of the six major families and merged together to form six room cards of different colors, which fell into the hands of everyone.
Dear audience, welcome to the Jixia Academy. The heads of the six major families are about to arrive. Please be prepared. We are about to begin our journey into the feast of philosophers.
A brand new world is slowly opening up to them.
There was a slight tremor on the ground, and the trees in front of them began to move, making a slow scraping sound.
In the blink of an eye, the surroundings transformed. Like a stage curtain, six doors of different colors appeared within the circular tree hole, each representing a guest room.
The order of the room numbers matched exactly with everyone else's, so they took the corresponding room cards and opened the room.
When Zhu Heng stepped into the blue guest room, he first heard the clicking sound of the wooden wheel mechanism turning.
Wood chips kept falling to the ground, forming golden hills.
A man dressed very simply was sitting there, holding a planer and carefully polishing the wood in his hand.
He looked up and was startled when he saw Zhu Heng, then smiled: "You're here so soon? Sit down and chat with me for a while. The banquet won't start until a while later."
He blew a puff of sawdust and didn't seem anxious at all.
"You are..." Zhu Heng glanced at the blue room card in his hand, "the inventor?"
"Inventor?" The man smiled again. "I guess so. Of course, you can also call me Mozi."
Zhu Heng was slightly stunned.
After a while, he said, "Can I ask a question?"
"Speaking."
"What is your relationship with historical figures in the real world?"
Mozi raised an eyebrow. It seemed that he did not answer Zhu Heng's question. Instead, he asked, "Why do you think that the place we are in now is not in the real world?"
Zhu Heng's heart suddenly started beating violently.
He paused and said, "If that's the case, why did you come to the banquet to find the answer to deciphering this world?"
"Because I am Mozi."
"I don't understand." Zhu Heng shook his head. "You accept this so-called 'real world', yet you want to change it. That's contradictory."
"You're wrong again," Mozi said. "I don't intend to change it. In fact, I'm not at all curious about why there's no night here. I'm here simply because this is a feast for all philosophers, and I happen to be Mozi."
Zhu Heng looked at him steadily.
"It's hard to understand, right?" Mozi smiled.
As he spoke, he turned the wooden board in his hand over and placed it between the two men.
Only then did Zhu Heng realize that it was a chessboard.
"I heard that the Go you played later on was a little different from ours. That's why I specially found blueprints from your era and created this chess set. The wood for the chessboard was taken from hermits and meteorologists—the Taoist Zhuangzi and the Yin-Yangist Zou Yan. The black pieces are made of obsidian, a stone collected by the Legalists, the judges, and the white pieces are made of jade, the favorite stone of the Confucian idealists." Yan Shanting
Mozi looked directly at Zhu Heng, his eyes gleaming brightly. "I've been waiting for you for a long time, just waiting to spar with you."
Zhu Heng sat down opposite Mozi, with two jars of black and white chess pieces placed in front of him. He reached out to take the white piece, but the moment he picked up the white piece, a drop of water seeped down from the ceiling and dripped onto the back of his hand.
Zhu Heng was stunned for a moment and subconsciously raised his eyes.
There was nothing unusual on the ceiling.
"How about a game?" Mozi looked over.
Zhu Heng suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, wiped the water stains on the back of his hand, and looked directly at Mo Zi: "You can also play this?"
"I can't, but I can definitely beat you." Mozi vowed.
Zhu Heng didn't say anything more. He just picked up a white piece and put Mozi's words to the test: "Try it."
Half an hour later.
“Pah.”
"You lose." Mozi laughed.
Zhu Heng looked at the "tragedy" on the chessboard, a little dazed.
Although he was not proficient in Go, as a modern man, he did have some basic knowledge of the game, which gave him an advantage over Mozi, who was not familiar with the rules of Go in later generations.
But he didn't expect that he would lose so completely.
Mozi used deadly moves at every step. He used the black chess pieces with an overwhelming force, sweeping away the white pieces on the board without leaving any chance of survival.
Zhu Heng looked at him and said, "Come again."
Mozi smiled slightly: "I'll be happy to accompany you."
In the second round, Zhu Heng lasted three more times than before, but the result was the same, and White lost again.
He didn't believe it: "Come again."
I lasted two more hours in the third round, but still lost.
"Come again."
Round 4.
"Come again."
"Come again."
"Come again."
…
Each round gets longer and longer as the round goes on.
Zhu Heng kept fighting despite repeated defeats, showing no intention of stopping.
Mozi was unwilling to continue, so he stopped Zhu Heng: "Alright, alright, if you keep going like this, you might not be able to bear it, but I can't handle it."
He put away the black and white chess pieces and said, "I admire your perseverance, but unfortunately, even if you play another hundred games, you will not be able to beat me, simply because you picked up the wrong chess piece."
Zhu Heng's mind exploded.
He looked up at Mozi, who sorted the black and white chess pieces into porcelain jars. Then, Mozi handed him a small jar containing the black chess pieces.
"This is a special chessboard. The rule is that as long as you play black, you will definitely win."
Mozi picked up the white chess piece that originally belonged to Zhu Heng and made his first move on the chessboard. "Now, try again?"
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