"It wasn't until just now that I figured out one thing." Feng Bujue walked slowly towards the long table, "Everyone..." He looked at the thirteen fat men sitting side by side at the dining table, "... you would rather
The envelope that you refused to accept contains an 'invitation letter', right?"
At this time, the thirteen people looked at the approaching Brother Jue with a rather helpless and timid look, without saying a word.
"I can completely understand you." Feng Bujue walked to the table and stood there, smiling. "Think about it for a moment. If I were you, I would refuse it."
After saying this, he paused for a few seconds, then spread his arms and made a "please" gesture, as if he was the host of this dinner: "But since you are already here, why don't you enjoy this last moment?"
Where’s the meal?”
When the fat men heard this, they looked at each other. Soon, they all showed sad expressions, picked up the tableware, and started eating...
[Hidden mission completed] At this moment, the system voice sounded.
Feng Bujue glanced at the task bar and confirmed that the item "Trying to participate in the "Last Supper"" had been checked.
"Haha..." Brother Jue laughed, "That's right, eat slowly and be ready to go."
"It seems that you have seen through the 'reality'." At this time, Mr. M said.
"Hmph... I'm ashamed. This time, I didn't see through the whole truth." Feng Bujue said, "I also relied on the help of 'some guy' to know everything that happened here." He said as he said
Then, he turned around and said to the six NPCs behind him, "And I know... your identities."
When he said this, his eyes hurriedly swept across the faces of the six people. But those NPCs did not react at all. They just stood silently, as if waiting for him to continue talking.
"First of all..." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue's eyes moved to the mysterious woman, "You are Dave's 'survival instinct'. You appear in the image of his mother. It is reasonable. Because in
Deep down in a person's heart, the people who make him feel the most trustworthy and safe are usually his parents." Here, Brother Jue has already used the third person to refer to Dave, which shows that he no longer cares about the form and form of his speech.
The content is, "The instructions you gave me were all based on the two points of 'survival and safety'. So, when I first came to this town, you asked me to leave; and when I lost the way to leave,
Just tell me clearly. If you stay in the town... you will either become a postman, or..." He turned his head and glanced at the fat men behind him, "become... them."
After saying this in one breath, Brother Jue walked up to Nelson and continued: "And you, Director Nelson...you are undoubtedly the symbol of 'authority and rules' in Dave's heart. Most people have this in their consciousness.
There is such an image of you... When we are lazy, you will spur us, and when we are tempted, you will warn us. You are like a strict teacher who abides by the rules. You require us to be punctual, firm, frugal, and honest.
..." He paused and then said, "Now it seems... everything printed in that work manual is the truth - 'The ghost postman does not need help and sympathy from others, everything he does is voluntary'
'...Obviously. He is your most proud student." He looked directly into Nelson's eyes, "Unlike the 'survival instinct', your task is not to consider my safety, but to urge me to forge ahead. Let me become...
…”
Feng Bujue held his half of the sentence, moved a few steps sideways, and came to the ghost postman. "...like this."
"I think..." At this moment, the ghost postman, or... another Dave... looked at Brother Jue with a pleased look and said, "...you will become me soon."
"Yes, you..." Brother Jue smiled and nodded, "You represent 'diligence', 'nobility', 'silent dedication', 'no regrets' and so on... You are Dave's Brain
The most desirable self-image in my life is also my goal for this test." He paced and thought, "The various qualities you have shown before really illustrate this point well..." He shrugged and continued,
"...People's ideal selves are like this...cannot be seen, cannot be caught up, and cannot be retained. Even if they are close at hand, they are still out of reach."
Before he finished speaking, Feng Bujue walked leisurely in front of the shooter and Yang: "As for you two..." He tilted his head and reached out to touch the back of his neck, "Haha...
…It’s ‘unrealistic fantasy’ and ‘adventurous spirit’, right?”
"You can also call it the ability to lust..." Yang continued expressionlessly.
The shooter took over the conversation and said: "Or self-awareness and mental state beyond common sense."
"I said... you two..." Feng Bujue glared at him and replied, "I have deliberately made the word 'secondary' a bit more euphemistic, can you two please stop trying to get better by yourself?
"
"Hey, don't forget, we are part of you." the shooter replied.
Yang Ye said: "In addition, you should also notice...your middle-class consciousness has two forms, one is the cold type, and the other is the flamboyant type."
"It's 'Dave' who has two secondary consciousnesses... Sigh... forget it..." Feng Bujue originally wanted to correct them, but after thinking about it, it was none of his business, so he waved his hand.
, ended the nonsense with these two great gods of the escort world, and came to the last "person".
"Let's talk about you again...Mr. M." Feng Bujue looked at the fat black old man and said in a deep voice, "You appeared as Mr. Marvin, Dave's neighbor when he was a child, but you
The name 'Marvin' was not used directly. The reason is... you wanted to use the title '' to give me a hint." He walked around the other party and said, "After we met, you listed many things about Dave.
, and said the line 'I have known you since you can remember'. Therefore, your identity is ready to be revealed - 'memory'."
"Exactly." Mr. M responded approvingly.
"Only your identity is what I guessed before 'opening my eyes for the second time'." Feng Bujue didn't pay much attention to the other party's compliments and continued, "Your appearance is very important...'Representation
The concept of "memory" made me suddenly enlightened and I immediately made many new inferences..."
When Brother Jue said this, he suddenly raised his mobile phone: "There are four names in the phone book of this mobile phone and the registration book of that hotel that are exactly the same. At first, I thought this was just a coincidence. After all, the English names are
The repetition is relatively high. But after meeting you, I thought about it for a while and understood..." He tapped his temple twice with his left index finger, "The entire town of Otaku is a projection of Dave's consciousness.
'The product of '. The names on the hotel registration book are all people he knows. And the numbers in the mobile phone book are all familiar numbers that he can recite. In short... everything in the town
, are all memory fragments."
At this point, he suddenly thought of something and added: "Oh, by the way, Enoch is one of them." He smiled, "Of course, Enoch is not Dave's friend, he is just
It was just a person Dave had just met when he came to take part in the test. Since Enoch's test cabin was right next to Dave, Dave's brain also projected this relatively fresh impression."
Bang bang bang bang...
When Brother Jue's narration ended, the six people began to applaud, and all of them had smiles on their faces.
"congratulations."
"outstanding."
“I was not disappointed.”
"Good job."
"That's pretty cool, kid."
"well done."
Their praises were very sincere, but they all had an indescribable sense of weirdness. Perhaps it was because their characters were all flawed... After all, these six were only part of one person's consciousness, and none of them had a complete personality.
Personality.
"Then..." When the applause stopped, Feng Bujue turned around again and walked towards the long table, "...then it's time to get down to business."
The reactions of the thirteen fat men were surprisingly unanimous. They all began to tremble and dropped the food in their hands.
"Perfunctory, sloppy, despicable, hypocritical, strong on the outside, arrogant and lewd, lazy on food, not enterprising..." Brother Jue walked from one end of the long table to the other, and said coldly, "Even I feel ashamed, because you are the ones who
The mainstream consciousness of human beings..." He scratched his head and made a helpless expression, "If you visualize a person's consciousness into a small town, the largest number of residents in it must be you, a group of Otaku (
ota pants)."
"As long as conditions permit, most people would rather sit back and enjoy the gains than act as pioneers or strivers." He raised an arm and gestured to his side: "Fortunately, they still exist in people's hearts...
"
While speaking, Feng Bujue had already reached the end of the long table: "Okay, everyone, it's time to get on your way."
His words were like an irresistible instruction. As soon as he finished speaking, the thirteen "Fat Daves" neatly and quickly picked up their own knives and slit their own throats.
Their death postures were all the same, all face down on the table...
The bright red blood dyed the white tablecloth red, and flowed quickly, dripping onto the marble floor, making a crackling sound.
"Hmph..." Feng Bujue looked at the dead bodies on the table and just sneered.
Then, he looked back at the other side of the hall, only to find that the six NPCs standing in the distance had disappeared.
After waiting for ten seconds, Feng Bujue suddenly spoke again: "Doesn't this count as cracking the worldview?"
At this time, he was the only living person left in the hall, but his tone... did not seem like he was talking to himself... (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
