Bad Day looked silently at Russell who happily opened a bag of potato chips, turned his back to him and started eating without even looking at him.
And after seeing him come in, the barber put away the furnace fire burning at his fingertips and looked over calmly.
"...Have you finally made it this far? Are you schizophrenic enough to affect reality?"
After hesitating for a moment, he complained to the barber: "I have never heard of such a way of losing control..."
After hearing what he said, the barber showed a gentle and sunny smile: "It sounds like I am some kind of terrible demon... Speaking of which, how did you recognize me?
"Is it because the role of the God's Vessel is not similar enough? Then you are only on the second floor."
"Ah, that's not true. It was Chengri who told me... He said that it was the container of God."
Bad Day responded subconsciously.
But he couldn't help but glance at Russell, who took two bites of potato chips and then threw them away and went to look for Coke in the refrigerator: "How did you do it? Why can your demon leave your body?"
"Is it generally impossible?"
"Of course, demons are information creatures. Only creatures that can accept and understand this information can exist as carriers... In other words, demons cannot descend on any existence other than intelligent creatures.
"In other words, it is absolutely impossible to cut off part of the devil in yourself."
"Part of it?"
The barber asked curiously: "Shouldn't it be all?"
"No, there are still traces of the 'God's Vessel' in your body."
Bad Sun answered with certainty: "But your clone is completely made up of the container of God... This is theoretically impossible. In the final analysis, the devil is just a DLC, and it is impossible without the main game.
Operates independently."
"What an unexpected metaphor. Can someone like you actually play games?"
"Are you unexpectedly underestimating that playing games is a superb skill that is difficult to learn? Or do you think I can only chop off other people's heads? Or do you think we people in the Tower of Babel are a bunch of lunatics who don't know how to entertain?"
Bad Ri was very dissatisfied. He glanced around and sat down on the sofa in the corner of the room: "When I was a teenager, I was very good at playing games. There was also a fighting game that was popular at that time. I also
I qualified for the qualifiers of the world competition. Unfortunately, I couldn't participate, so I had to abstain...
"By the way, how did you do it?"
As he spoke, he looked at Russell very curiously.
That was a Russell who was no different from a normal Russell... From the sound of his footsteps to the smell of his body, even the rhythm of his heartbeat was the same.
Of course, in fact, before Xie Ri told him who the real Russell was, he roughly guessed who the real one was. Because "Russell's" behavior pattern was obviously different from that of normal Russell, with a cat-like curiosity and a kind of curiosity.
Fresh out of prison; but The Godfather is too much like The Godfather.
"It's very simple. This is the application of a non-existent weapon. A non-existent weapon can make up a non-existent scalpel, a non-existent shield or even a non-existent arm... Since human hands can be regarded as 'instruments', then
Why can’t the container of God be counted?”
"ha?"
Bad Day was stunned for a while after hearing this: "Are you serious? Use psychic energy to build a real life... Is this really something you can do with just level 6 or 7 psychic energy?
?”
"I think it's okay."
"I don't think so."
Bad Day looked back with some worry: "To be honest... are you really out of control? If the devil takes action, I wouldn't find it strange that a ninth or tenth level psychic can do such a thing."
"Don't underestimate Russell, the child of the Kushiri family... hiccup"
Hearing this, the vessel of God on the side was a little unhappy.
He downed half a bottle of iced Coke, then let out a long burp.
Then he breathed a refreshing breath, and his expression looked no different from the usually relaxed Russell.
But when he turned around, Bad Ri instantly recognized that he was not the real Russell.
Because that's the look of a monster.
A kind of randomness and tolerance that belongs exclusively to the devil...the kind of casual temperament that can destroy anything as long as it is what it wants to do.
Human beings have instinctive pity for their fellow humans, so they will feel sad about the death of human beings. It is a common feeling about death;
Humans will also feel slightly less sad about the death of mammals, especially animals that are cuter and more in line with human aesthetics;
But if it is the death of ugly animals, lower animals or even plants, you will not even feel sad at all.
Regarding the death of inorganic objects, such as the collapse of snow mountains and the death of the sea, we cannot even understand their "death". We can only think that they are still existing, but they have just changed their form of expression.
To the devil, human beings are more distant existences than inorganic objects. Just like when two robots start to communicate, they are actually communicating with the internal program rather than the external shell. In the devil's perception, they are like that.
program, and human beings are such material shells.
Information does not create any sympathy for life and death with matter. This is also the reason why demons are "cruel and ruthless".
Bad Ri and "Dead Sun" have been together for so long, so naturally they have learned such secrets from Xu Ri.
But he had clearly seen the same feelings from "Russell" as normal Russell before...
"That's because I don't pretend anymore, human being."
The vessel of God smiled cheerfully.
With Russell's face showing such an expression, he would look particularly cute: "This means that I regard you as one of my own, doesn't it?"
"...Your acting mode is really different from Russell's."
"It is true that no matter what I play, I will always be me. I cannot be anyone other than myself...because I am just a 'vessel', not a 'mirror'. No matter what the vessel holds, it cannot be
Change your attributes."
"Russell" shrugged and continued the previous topic: "But are you underestimating Russell? He has rewritten his subconscious... Do you know what this means?
"He is much stronger than me, he is just bound by the chains of reason. It is different from the relationship between you and the sun...he is the one with higher weight than me."
"I've never heard of such a thing, why have you never told me?"
Suddenly hearing unexpected words, the real Russell couldn't help but said: "Aren't you my devil?"
"Indeed. But if I have to say it, it should be a derivative like God's Vessel-1, right?"
The vessel of God is uncovered.
He turned back, smiled at the godfather and said: "Now that the sun has said it, there is still another container of God in your body. You will be able to recall it sooner or later...
“The so-called ‘vessel of God’ can be divided into two ways: a container to hold God, and a vessel created by God to hold other things.
"I'm not the former, I'm the latter.
"You didn't come into contact with a real demon at all at that time, but you thought you should have such a demon, so I was created by you. When you thought I should exist, I would be in your cognition
It exists as an illusion... But have you ever seen Bad Sun whispering to someone around you?
"In other words, I was just a demon in your imagination from the very beginning. That's why I can be manifested by non-existent instruments so easily."
The vessel of God shrugged and showed a wicked smile to his creator: "In other words...
"You might have gone crazy a long time ago, my creator.
"A little common sense... It's impossible for a normal human being to rewrite his personality so easily. You must have known it a long time ago, because I know about it. You just pretend not to know... put yourself
Pretend to be an ordinary person.
"If you can do that kind of thing easily, how can you be sure that your personality has not been rewritten by yourself before?"
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I got up at 11 o'clock and started reading the book Becoming a Fox Fairy from Liaozhai. I didn't start coding until around 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I can't blame Maomao (sad)
