"Restored as before! Apparition! Repaired as before!"
A few minutes later, the two cruise ships crashed into a reef on the seabed. A large amount of water entered the bottom of the ship. The passengers on the ship were horrified. Sherlock, who was well prepared, first repaired the hole in one ship and then teleported to the other.
The boat jammed another one.
Then, the already chaotic passengers on the two ships remained motionless as if a pause button had been pressed.
"Is it really a dummy?" Sherlock looked at the sea and confirmed that the two ships were still sailing side by side normally.
"To be precise, they are phantoms," Irisviel came to him: "They will make preset reactions based on your choices in the 'Trolley Problem'. Generally speaking, there will be no positive ones.
As a result, he really likes to mess with people’s mentality.”
It sounds like Lady Irisviel is suffering from it...
"What are they now?" Sherlock pointed to the waiter holding the plate in front of him. He stumbled due to the previous bumps and was falling forward, but he maintained this impossible balance position "frozen" in the air.
like a statue.
"Because this 'problem' does not preset the response to 'two ships being repaired at the same time', so it is stuck, but..." Irisviel adjusted her glasses frame: "Anyway, this ship was originally
The cruise ship that sank because it chose to repair another ship first is now owned by Galaxy Rail."
Ka——cha——
The next moment, a sound like shattering glass was heard in Sherlock's ears, and a huge crack appeared in the void in front of him across his field of vision. Then, several new cracks used it as a source to spread to the surroundings, covering Sherlock's body.
Everything in front of him was cut into more than a dozen "pieces" and scattered in all directions, leaving only the "pieces of the cruise ship" he was stepping on floating up and down in the endless gray mist.
"Stand carefully~" Ms. Irisviel stretched out her hand, pinched the edge of the fragments in the distance, picked up the fragments of the cruise ship at her feet, and stuffed them into the lady's shoulder bag she carried.
This kind of spatial chaos, errors in perspective, and completely illogical actions...
Sherlock felt that he could understand a little bit what it was like when Moriarty almost went crazy.
"Don't think too much, the only logic of subspace is that it doesn't follow logic at all," Irisviel winked at him: "You'd better wait until you return to a dimension with strict order and rules before reasoning."
"I actually want to ask," Sherlock rubbed his forehead with one hand while looking at the billowing gray fog around him: "Have we left the 'Trolley Problem Dimension' yet?"
"No, this dimension is loading a new trolley problem," Irisviel looked around: "Not setting up a background to make people who enter by mistake think they have successfully escaped is also part of its confusing mentality."
"Enter by mistake? Escape?" Sherlock asked doubtfully.
"Do you still remember the characteristics of this dimension? When you 'choose to enter', you will definitely not be able to enter." Irisviel replied.
"Then you..." It doesn't look like you entered by mistake.
"Because the 'Galaxy Railway' has been abandoned for a long time, as a manager, I am also 'not chosen'." Irisviel replied indifferently.
"hug--"
"Of course, it's also possible that I'm too strong and this rule doesn't apply to me?"
"..."
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Huhuhu——
After waiting for a while, new scenes were "refreshed" row by row from top to bottom like a brush. For Sherlock, the new scenes were a bit unfamiliar because he had never flown on an airplane.
This is the cabin of a medium-sized passenger plane that is in flight. The number of passengers is almost full, most of them are sleeping drowsily, and a small number of them are reading magazines or watching movies on the seatback screens.
Just like on the ship, no one was surprised or reacted to his sudden appearance, as if he didn't exist at all.
Rather, this is more logical, because the "switchman" in the "Trolley Problem" should not have appeared in the question.
"There seems to be no choice in this situation. As far as I know, the accident rate of airplanes is extremely low, but once an accident occurs, there is almost no possibility of survival... Well." After confirming the current situation, Sherlock planned to talk to Alice.
Ms. Phil discussed it, but when she turned around, she found that she had put on a flight attendant's dark blue uniform skirt at some point, and was looking at herself in the mirror.
"Don't worry, you'll get points deducted if you answer the question without listening to it." Irisviel put away the mirror, "If you want to change your choice, you have to at least know what will happen, right?"
"Okay." Sherlock thought for a while and found that he was indeed a little anxious, so he found a seat nearby and sat down, observing the environment and passengers in the cabin, and guessing what would happen.
What happened next made him feel that he was a complete fool for trying so hard to analyze.
First, there was a female detective with short blue hair in plainclothes - perhaps trying to arrest a male passenger. The male passenger had a fight with the female detective that could only appear in a fighting action movie, but was still defeated.
Being pushed down and subdued.
Then, a large number of flying insects that looked like bees emerged from the male passenger's body and attacked all the passengers in the cabin indiscriminately. The female detective struggled to protect herself, fought and retreated, and finally escaped into the cockpit and
Lock the door securely.
In the end, all the passengers who had been attacked by the "bees" mutated and turned into monsters that looked like zombies but had exoskeletons, claws and strong muscles, destroying aimlessly around the cabin.
"There seems to be no choice here, right?" Sherlock, who retreated to the cab with Irisviel because he did not want to have close contact with the "zombie", asked her.
"Of course, look." Irisviel raised her hand to motion to the female detective who had already occupied the driver's seat. She seemed to be talking to someone on the phone.
"[Yes, don't worry, the target has self-destructed, and the transformed ghouls are also locked in the cabin. As long as fire suppression is carried out in time after landing, it will not be a problem to eliminate them.]" said the female detective.
"Is she the key to the choice?" Sherlock approached the female detective and tried to eavesdrop on the phone, but found that there was no other voice on the receiver: "It seems normal now, when will she start to choose?"
"No, it's over." Irisviel pointed out the porthole.
"What?" Sherlock looked out along her finger in confusion, and then found a dark surface-to-air missile approaching quickly.
Boom!
Sherlock stood in the void, watching the plane explode into a fireball instantly and then turn into scattered wreckage and fall to the sea below. Thousands of words condensed into one sentence:
