During the long silence, Huai Shi did not speak.

He vaguely understood the meaning of the philosopher, but he felt... a vague unhappiness because of this.

Can't say it.

"I have felt despair, great despair, Mr. Huai Shi."

The philosopher was still saying: "I felt like I was locked in a black box, unable to breathe, and every walking corpse surrounded me made me feel a burst of fear and anxiety.

Have you been to Constantine in Rome? I think any big city may be the same, Cairo, Yorkshire, Yanjing, Jinling, Kyoto... Every time I walk in it, I can feel the loud noise of some machine running.

When I passed by one expressionless numb face after another, I felt as if I had walked into the body of a giant beast - some huge gravity was pulling me, making me continue to penetrate it, not allowing me to escape, but let me stay there, trying to turn me into something that is nothing different from others, a part that can be replaced at any time, and a cell that is dispensable in the social system.

It is like a slave who gives up thinking, silently obeys the collective, destroys himself, and becomes a numb machine.

Until one day, I felt that I couldn’t stay there.”

The philosopher told Huai Shi: "I have to escape and have to leave from there, so I took a train, abandoned all my property and finances, and began to wander regardless of everything until I came here."

"I have to say...you may just be thinking too much."

Huai Shi scratched her head, it was difficult to understand.

"Yeah?"

The philosopher asked calmly: "What if I change the analogy? If Constantine is replaced with the sea of ​​silver and the wandering is replaced with sublimation, will you understand?"

Huai Shi stood there in a daze.

Finally I understood where the unhappiness in my heart came from.

"Why should you be so contemptuous of others who are living with all their might, Mr. Philosopher?"

Huai Shi asked back: "Are some people born willing to become machines? For some people, becoming machines is even a blessing and peace that they can't get.

Why do you have to comment on everything high after you have freed yourself?

Too arrogant, right?

If you follow your theory, "You can never prove that others have self-awareness, that is... in your world, will you always be the only one who exists?"

"I haven't said that this is absolutely correct, right?"

The philosopher was not angry, but smiled happily: "I'm glad to see you refute my theory through thinking - nothing can make me feel more pleasant than this."

“…”

Huai Shi was stunned.

It’s amazing, how long has this big brother been pitted by his soul abilities? He is so happy to meet someone who argues with him?

Huai Shi had the urge to recommend the Internet celebrity V to him, "bringing the junior brother to take the lead". She always felt that he would be very happy to compete with the Lin family's lieutenant Xiao Shijiu... But the small house in the forest probably wouldn't be willing to waste time on such a loss business, right?

The philosopher does not care whether others agree with their ideas and theories. He even seems to live in a lonely world.

Playing stand-alone indifferently, not playing games with others.

Huai Shi felt a burst of pity and fear for such a life.

So what kind of hell is it?

"My life was changed in the moment I became a sublimator. Mr. Huai Shi, I still don't know whether this change is good or bad, but this is the answer I give you."

The philosopher said seriously and solemnly: "Man must think through the purpose of realizing and living creatures.

Those who refuse to think are not considered alive, at best, they just exist.

And it is through this will born from thinking that the sublimator proves his existence to the world, right?

He said, "In my opinion, the sublimator is the winner who has not been assimilated and erased by this world. In other words, he is the one who has defeated this world to some extent."

He said his own conclusion so decisively and arrogantly.

I don’t care whether others agree or whether Huai Shi can accept it.

He had already put his answer in front of Huai Shi.

Without saying anything, Huai Shi stood up until she left.

The philosopher did not continue to say anything, but sent him out of the back door of the school and suddenly said, "You came from afar as a guest. I'm sorry, I can't do my best as a landlord, but at least I can do a little favor, how about you?"

Huai Shi looked over blankly.

I always feel like I have never heard of this.

Why do you Indonesian sublimators like to help others so much?

Then he saw the philosopher folding paper bags filled with food, putting them in a trash can, and waved to the people next to the road.

Then, an off-road vehicle drove over from the end of the street.

Huai Shi was stunned.

It was clearly the car I borrowed from Alibaba, but now it has been completely renovated. Not only have the bumper bumpers on the front and back been replaced, but the scratches on the car have been painted flat.

The mud spots and dirt on the car were all cleaned, and the tires were all replaced with brand new.

The car door opened, a smart middle-aged man jumped down, then dragged out a bag that was still squirming from the opened trunk, and pulled it in front of Huai Shi.

The bag was opened and the blood-filled man crawled out of it.

One of his arms had been cut off.

It seemed that he had been tortured and wanted to cry, but when he saw the philosopher beside Huai Shi, he was stunned, trembled, knelt on the ground, kowtowed wildly, and muttered the Indonesian dialect with trembling in his mouth.

The philosopher pointed at Huai Shi, so the man turned around and kowtowed to Huai Shi for mercy, crying with sobs.

Huai Shi has begun to doubt her eyes.

I looked at the lost car in a daze, and then at the philosopher, not understanding what was going on.

"Does the local gang be so polite?"

"Yes, it's been completely renewed after the rectification, right?"

The Latin teacher at the aristocratic middle school said calmly: "Everyone is willing to listen to the truth, and it is not difficult to teach them the correct way of living."

As he said that, he turned around and said something to the driver. The insolent man nodded respectfully, stepped forward, bent down, and then held Huai Shi's car key in front of the boy with both hands.

Until now, where can Huai Shi still not understand the situation?

The guy next to me is not a philosopher, it is obvious that he is the local gangster godfather in Indonesia... Maybe the gangster godfathers here can only be regarded as his sons.

With such a secret and terrifying soul ability, it is not difficult to organize these guys. It is better to say that with his evil ideas and strange personality, he will not have any scruples in doing such things.

"I have something in your words, I agree with it, Mr. Huai Shi."

The philosopher looked at him and told him calmly: "I don't have the right to look down on those who live with all their strength... But sometimes when facing these borers and wild dogs that are worse than zombies, why not let me make them better? At least this will not hurt more people, will it?"

Huai Shi looked at him deeply.

He does not doubt the authenticity of the philosopher's language.

At least he is still standing here alive.

This proves that under the supervision of the Astronomical Society, philosophers are harmless to the present situation and have not even disrupted the local social order. Perhaps, they will develop into collaborators and informants. After all, their abilities are too convenient.

"But it's just stealing a car, there's no need to cut off his hand, right?"

Huai Shi lowered her head and stared at the embarrassed car thief on the ground.

Even if the car was stolen, it was just annoying to make the car thief suffer from border dysentery.

"In fact, I've already given a lighter treatment."

The philosopher sighed helplessly and shrugged: "There is no need to treat me as a black hand who regards human life as a mustard of grass. Mr. Huai Shi, I let him come over, but I plan to plead with you.

After all, most of the time, the sublimator's anger is too exaggerated for ordinary people."

As he said that, he raised his leather boots, kicked the car thief on the ground, and shook his head coldly: "No matter how unreasonable this guy is, no matter how embarrassing this guy is, he is the father of two children, and I can't watch those two children become orphans.

He offended the Sublimator, offended the Forestry Association, and also angered the Astronomical Society. It was too partial to him just to cut off one hand."

You know, there are very few sublimators like Huai Shi who are good-tempered and have no airs. If you meet a guy with a slutty personality, it is not impossible to come to the door and kill the whole family afterwards.

The philosopher brought him here and was seeking this forgiveness from Huai Shi.

In silence, Huai Shi couldn't help but sigh.

"I finally know why you are called a philosopher, not an educator." He suddenly said, "Has anyone ever told you that you are not good at being a teacher?"

The philosopher was stunned.

Then I saw Huai Shi pull out his knife, and the knife shines brightly.

"Education is different from training animals," he said.

In the sudden silence, Huai Shi bent down, held the car thief, cruelly cut the wound on his arm that had just healed again, picked out the debris embedded in the wound, and finally picked up the broken hand in the bag.

Shan Gui's vitality was input into it, and two layers of silver blood potion were pasted on the section of the wound. He threw the arm back into the car thief's arms.

Put away the blade.

The man who stole the car was stunned for a long time, and his pale face finally looked a little better, as if he was relieved, but then he couldn't help but scream.
To be continued...