Chapter 445 The Philosopher’s Students

In the long silence, Huai Shi did not speak.

He vaguely understood what the philosopher meant, but he felt... faintly unhappy because of it.

Unable to speak.

"I once felt despair, huge despair, Mr. Huaishi about this ignorance that refuses to think."

The philosopher is still describing: "I felt like I was locked in a black box, suffocating, and every zombie surrounding me made me feel a sense of fear and anxiety.

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

When I passed by the numb, expressionless faces, I felt as if I had walked into the body of a giant beast - there was some kind of huge gravity pulling me, making me keep going deeper into it. They did not allow me to escape, but kept me there, trying to turn me into something no different from other people, a part that could be replaced at any time, a dispensable cell in the social system.

Like a slave, they give up thinking, silently obey the collective, annihilate themselves, and become a numb machine.

Until one day I felt like I couldn't stay there. "

The philosopher told Huai Shi: "I had to escape, I had to get away from there, so I got on a train, abandoned all my property and finances, and started wandering desperately until I came here."

"I have to say... you might just be overthinking it."

Huai Shi scratched his head, unable to understand.

"Yeah?"

The philosopher asked calmly: "What if I change the analogy? If Constantine is replaced by the Sea of ​​Silver, and wandering is replaced by sublimation, will you be able to understand it?"

Huai Shi froze on the spot.

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

"Why do you have such contempt for other people trying their best to survive, Mr. Philosopher?"

Huai Shi asked back: "Is there any human being who is willing to become a machine? For some people, becoming that kind of machine is even the happiness and tranquility they desire.

Why bother to comment on everything from above after freeing yourself?

Too arrogant?

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

"I didn't say it was absolutely correct, did I?"

The philosopher was not angry, but smiled happily: "I am very happy to see you refuting my theory through thinking - nothing makes me feel more happy than this."

"..."

Huai Shi was stunned.

Absolutely, how long has this eldest brother been deceived by his own soul power, and he is so happy when someone confronts him?

Huai Shi has the urge to "take care of his little junior brother" to his Amway Internet celebrity V. She always feels that he will be very happy with the Lin family's gangster Xiaojiu... But the cabin in the woods probably doesn't want to be here. Are you wasting your time on a losing business?

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

Playing single-player games indifferently and not playing games with others.

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

So what kind of hell is it?

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

The philosopher said seriously and solemnly: "Human beings are creatures that must think deeply before they can truly feel their own existence and aliveness.

People who refuse to think are not alive. At best, they are just existing.

And it is through this will born from thinking that the sublimator proves his existence to the world, isn't it? "

He said, "In my opinion, the sublime is a winner who has not been assimilated or obliterated by this world. In other words, he is a person who has defeated this world to some extent."

He expressed his own conclusion so decisively and arrogantly.

I don't care whether other people agree or not, and I don't care whether Huai Shi can accept it.

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

Without saying anything else, Huai Shi got up and left.

The philosopher did not continue to speak, but sent him all the way out of the back door of the school, and suddenly said: "You have come from afar as a guest. I'm sorry that I can't be a landlord, but at least let me do a small favor. ,How about it?"

Huai Shi looked over blankly.

I always feel like I have never heard this before.

Why do you Indonesian Ascendants like to do small favors for others so much?

Then, he saw the philosopher folding the paper bags containing food, placing them in the trash can, and waving to the people on the side of the road.

Then, an SUV drove up from the end of the street.

Huai Shi stayed in place.

It was clearly the car he borrowed from Ali, but now it had a completely new look. Not only had the bumpers on the front and rear been replaced, but even the scratches on the car had been patched up and smoothed out.

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

The car door opened, and a capable middle-aged man jumped out, then pulled out a squirming bag from the open trunk and pulled it in front of Huai Shi.

The bag was opened, and a man with bloody hair crawled out.

One of his arms had been severed.

It seemed that he had been tortured, and he wanted to cry, but when he saw the philosopher beside Huai Shi, he froze, trembled, knelt on the ground, crazily kowtowed for mercy, and trembled in Indonesian dialect.

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

Huai Shi had begun to doubt her eyes.

He looked blankly at the recovered car and then at the philosopher, wondering what was going on.

"Are the local gangs so polite?"

"Yes, it has looked brand new after the renovation, right?"

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

With that said, he turned around and said something to the driver. The capable man nodded respectfully, stepped forward, bent down, and then held Huaishi's car key in front of the young man with both hands.

Until now, how could Huaishi not understand the situation?

The guy next to him, who is not a philosopher, is clearly the godfather of local gangsters in Indonesia... Maybe the godfathers of gangsters here can only be regarded as his sons.

With such secret and terrifying soul abilities, it is not difficult at all to organize this group of guys. Rather, with his evil ideas and eccentric personality, he would have no scruples at all in doing such a thing.

"I agree with one thing you said, Mr. Huaishi."

The philosopher looked at him and told him calmly: "I have no right to look down on those who live their lives with all their strength... But sometimes when faced with these moths and wild dogs that are worse than living corpses, why not let How about I make them better? At least this way more people won’t be hurt, right?”

Huai Shi looked at him deeply.

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

At least he's still standing here alive.

This proves that under the supervision of the Astronomical Society, the philosopher is a harmless person to the current situation, and has not even disturbed the local social order-perhaps, he will develop into a collaborator and informant, after all, his ability is too great convenient.

"But it's just a car theft, so there's no need to chop off his hand, right?"

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

Even if he was angry about having his car stolen, at best it was just to the extent that he wanted to give the car thief a case of border dysentery.

"Actually, I've given him a lenient sentence."

The philosopher sighed helplessly and shrugged: "There is no need to treat me as the kind of black man who treats human life as nothing, Mr. Huaishi, I asked him to come here, but I planned to plead with you.

After all, most of the time, the anger of the Ascended One is too exaggerated for ordinary people. "

As he spoke, he raised his leather boots, kicked the car thief on the ground, and shook his head coldly: "No matter how shameful and embarrassing this guy is, he is still the father of two children after all. I can't just watch those two children." A child becomes an orphan.

He had offended the Ascendants, offended the Forestry Association, and offended the Astronomical Society at the same time. Just cutting off one hand was already too partial for him. "

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

The philosopher brought him here to seek forgiveness from Huai Shi.

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

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

The philosopher was stunned.

Then he saw Huai Shi pull out his sword, the sword shining brightly.

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

In the sudden silence, Huaishi bent down, held down the car thief, brutally cut open the newly healed wound on his arm, picked out the debris embedded in the wound, and finally picked up the severed pieces in the bag. hand.

The mountain ghost's vitality was input into it, and two layers of silver blood potion were applied to the cut surface of the wound. He threw the arm back into the arms of the car thief.

Sheathed the blade.

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

Because Huai Shi's fingers were pressing firmly on the broken part of his arm.

Such a rough awakening of the pain that was gradually numbing him.

It caused him to convulse in agony.

"This is the lesson that should be left to you, not because you offended anyone or any huge organization, but because you made a mistake."

Huai Shi stared down at his eyes and told him word for word:

"No stealing, understand?"

The man who stole the car nodded wildly and begged.

But it wasn't until he found it hard to breathe that Huai Shi loosened his fingers and stood up slowly.

"Take him to a good hospital." Huai Shi said to the philosopher, "It's still too late to take him back now."

The philosopher was stunned for a moment, seemingly confused: "Is that just this?"

"Is there anything else you can do?"

Huai Shi asked back, staring at the philosopher calmly: "I am not a sublime person just to cut off other people's hands when I am angry."

"Does it seem like I did something unnecessary?"

The philosopher shrugged, "I apologize if I offend you."

Although the apology is not sincere.