After the action failed, Ballard received the invitation and was obviously shocked by Fu Qian's brain circuit again.
"You have nothing to do anyway. The probability of sitting here and waiting for the target to fall into your trap for the second time is extremely low, but it is better than running around?"
However, the next question before paying him made him speechless for a moment.
Although I really want to refute it, this guy is really right.
Under the current circumstances, it is foolish to continue to wait and see, but it is really the only thing to do.
Take the initiative and search the whole city?
If this method was effective, how could we have kept this guy fussing for so long?
After some ideological struggle, Ballard motioned to the other demigods to leave first, and Zhen slowly sat down on the empty seat.
…
"So Mr. Green, what do you think is the meaning of maintaining order in a prison like this?"
Originally he kept a cold face and said nothing, but the next moment, the question before paying made Ballard frown slightly.
This bad defector actually did not continue the lunch conversation, but asked questions seriously.
The meaning of order…
Both the gesture before paying and the content of the question were obviously beyond Ballard's expectations.
And this kind of philosophical question is obviously not easy to answer.
For a moment, under the strange gazes of Akasha and Crystal, Ballard pondered slightly and remained silent.
…
very good.
I was quite satisfied with this situation and was not in a hurry.
This question was originally raised not only to Ballard, nor even to Yuan Fang behind him.
If the previous guess is true, all the people and things in front of you come from the embodiment of concepts in someone's will.
Then that possible fellow countryman is most likely to be an existence similar to the will of the world in the unseen hill.
And I need to solve his mental pollution.
If you use the elimination method, you will know that the current situation can be said to be quite pessimistic.
First of all, violent methods will most likely not work.
Judging from the previous two experiences of attacking saints, any form of attack will only make the flames representing pollution become more intense and make the mission fail faster.
So even if I had just teamed up with Xiu Meng to kill all the demigods in the room, the result would have been the same.
At the same time, he is now even trapped in his fate and has entered a future where his mission is bound to fail.
According to Yuan Fang, that ending will definitely come, regardless of his own will.
At first glance, it seems a bit hopeless.
But is it really a desperate situation?
Don't forget that the mission hasn't failed yet.
You have to open your mind, we are professional workers.
If it is not based on one’s own will, what about the patient’s own will?
Professional psychiatrists never fight pollution on behalf of patients. If they do, they will just replace it with more intense pollution, drinking poison to quench their thirst.
The correct method is to help patients stimulate their inner self.
…
I can only say that the metaphor of the psychiatrist inspired Fu Qian some inspiration.
In fact, from the beginning, Fu Qian regarded every word and action he made as a communication with fellow villagers.
After all, as a psychiatrist, verbal therapy is the basic way to treat illnesses and save lives.
Among all these people, Ballard is undoubtedly a symbol with extremely distinctive characteristics, which is why he was approached.
"Are you trying to tell me that everything I do is boring and ridiculous?"
Ballard, who was deep in thought at this time, finally spoke slowly after looking at Akasha.
This extra action is not too strange for Fu Qian.
Last time Akasha mocked Ballard with similar words, and even plagiarized her.
The Catherine incident still happened this time, and the probability of the same conversation happening is not small.
"More than that, it's even meaningless."
Faced with Ballard's rhetorical question, Fu Qian nodded slightly and made a rather rude comment.
"All your hard work, consideration, and perseverance have already been doomed in the eyes of that prophet. Just like an old video tape, you are just a character with a distinctive personality in it."
The concept of determinism is still quite shocking to people's outlook, especially when it is endorsed by a being like a prophet, it is even more lethal.
"So this is what makes us ridiculous in the eyes of a foreigner?"
Before paying, Ballard was on full fire, but he calmed down and said with a snort.
"Because of this, no matter what you do, there will be no psychological burden?"
"Because the seemingly lively crowd is not even an existence that can be called life, right?"
"It's not surprising, I know you all too well, but do you want to know what I think?"
Nonsense, wasn't the first thing I said just now asking you what you think?
I understand that Ballard might be a little excited, but before paying, I still felt a bit grumpy in my heart.
However, seeing that the other party was full of emotions, he ended up not interrupting in a very adult manner.
"It's actually very simple. Whether it's a prison or an old story, no matter how ridiculous or meaningless it seems, I still choose my current role."
Ballard pointed around.
"I am happy to see such a restaurant exist in a chaotic city, and I am willing to make all possible efforts to help achieve this - even if this effort is a predetermined plot, I will not be as happy as I am.
Reduce it by half a point.”
"I understand. Are you trying to say that even if the so-called superhero is essentially just a puppet, you are still happy to play it?"
"yes."
Ballard nodded and emphasized.
"In the so-called rotten future that the prophet saw, I think I will always remain as I am now."
"Maybe it's stupid, but to be this kind of prejudice and persistence in this story is the meaning of my existence."
"Very good, I think I understand exactly what you mean."
Fu Qian sighed, but his eyes were looking towards infinity.
From the beginning of this conversation to now, I don’t know whether my patient heard it or not, but he obviously didn’t react in any way.
He was not too disappointed. This was just the beginning, and there were many ways to communicate.
On the one hand, it’s about Ballard’s philosophy salon, and then there’s body language.
"There's another small question. What if you meet a predetermined death because of this? A complete death with no possibility of rebirth, and even completely eliminated from everyone's awareness."
"...Then I will be honored to play a role in helping to maintain such an order in such a meaningless matter."
After a moment of hesitation, Ballard said firmly, feeling a pain in his ribs at the same time.
Looking down, he saw that the strong mirror armor had been directly pierced by a hand.
"It's an honor to bring your story to an end."
The perpetrator of the attack was saying goodbye very seriously.
