Is the NPC's answer really a thoughtful answer?

What I say, what the other person feedback, I don't know if it's all a programme, or if there is really someone there thinking about it and saying it.

There is no way to know for sure.

I'm not saying that someone else is an NPC, but I can't be sure, so there's no reason to stand on top of the self-definition of "someone else is a real person".

These are just the presentation of the elements of the picture, just the appearance that I perceive at the moment, and that's it. No matter what the other person says, it's just a presentation of the picture element, and I can't be sure of the situation behind the picture element at all.

An honest person will not say "the starry sky is vast", but will only say "I see a lot of stars now". I don't know if there are stars, what the stars represent, how many light years are away, and so on.

For those popular science textbooks, I can only say "there is a popular science textbook here, which has information about the location of countless starry skies", but I can't say that "the starry sky above my head is very vast, those stars are far away from each other, and our universe is very huge".

Even if I see a telescope or the power of a popular science instrument, I can only say "what I perceive at the moment", and the meaning of this is just my wishful thinking, just a very reasonable connection.

And going a step further, when I'm standing in the spaceship, can I really be sure that the spaceship is real, is the cup in my hand real, is there really a floor under my feet?

I never really thought about these questions, but the confusion of emotions made me ignore these things. Why is it that children who break the casserole and ask questions are always annoying? Because as an adult, I have not reached a state where I can give advice, but I have fallen into a state of embarrassment.

For the rest, in order to maintain the image of the character, what can I do but be angry and embarrassed? Maybe I will pretend that these questions are meaningless, maybe I will say something about what society teaches you to be a human being or something.

However, the problem is still there, unsolved and not destroyed. I didn't mature at all, but I grew up being pulled by fear and becoming less concerned about these issues.

It's easy to say, but to make it a living reality, it's emotionally hindered. If it's just text, it won't hurt the character, but it just changes the character's attributes.

I'm going to grab the words, I'm going to grab the words, I'm going to argue with people, and then I'm going to preach and flesh out the characters. There is always a very subtle misconception, and that is my existence.

As if the world was false, but I was real. Even if the body is false, the mind must be real. This subtle misdirection always leads me to think that this is my mind, and when I can't continue to use it, fear arises.

I'm no longer the character of Yuan Changwen, I can't think about what I'm thinking about now, I'll have other memories and other knowledge, and then continue to think about some so-called life and the like.

It makes me feel uncomfortable when I think about it.

It's as if there is a voice in the body crying for help, don't do this, don't let something like this happen.

Killing is also so misleading, it seems that I am real, but I have been deceived, so I have to keep killing. However, the killing of that person also does not exist, and is also just a presentation of the elements of the picture.

There is no one with a knife, and there is no one who is chopped, so what is all this?

Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. Does this mean that in the end, the killing itself must be discarded?

I do not know.

If none of this is real, how can we touch the real? What is it that the character is confined to the limitations, and the infinite cannot appear in the limitations, and it is not the characters who jump out of the limitations?

Here's the contradiction, I just want to kill, I can't stand the falsehood and start to kill the false, and I start to see how I take things that I can't be sure of the real thing as real.

Now, I'm not done, and there's a lot of pretending to be real stuff in my head. However, I ignored the falsehood and thought about what was true.

That's your trick.

I'm not going to be fooled anymore, and I'm not going to think about what is real anymore, it's just a delaying tactic. Since it's not real, then there's no reason to pretend to be real in my head.

It's just slashing, and the rest is just a trade-off in my head, using these thoughts to hinder me from slashing. It seems to make perfect sense, I should figure out what's ahead of me, what's going on at the end, and then I'm going to start my journey.

People who go on the road without knowing anything, are just impulsive and hot-headed, and this kind of behavior without thinking will almost be judged as recklessness. Then think about the consequences of failure, think about some so-called very real problems, and naturally can only tremble in the arms of the bewitching woman.

Crazy people don't make sense. Moreover, I have already explained enough truths, and if I continue to talk about them, I will be deceiving myself and others, and I will be dishonest.

Something that isn't real has the right to control me, not even in my head. Whose brain is this? Is it yours? Is it the shit? If I can let you in, I can get you out.

It is difficult because there are strong emotions that protect you. Also, you are the only way I know how to think, and it's hard for me to imagine a state of life that doesn't think.

It's a pity that the world has begun to adapt to me, that sense of ease, that state of fearlessness, I don't need to think about anything at all. The distortion in my brain always thinks that I am the boss, and I always think that this world can't survive without me, nonsense.

It's just fear, it's just an emotional product of no logic.

Of course, it's hard to get rid of, and it's full of power to control me, otherwise how could I not see such a simple state for so many years. It's not that I'm using my brain, it's that my brain is using me.

Funnily enough, those who claim to think twice before acting, those who think they need to be cautious, are truly reckless in their words and actions. Without thinking about who I am, I started running around for the role, is this reckless?

Isn't it hot-headed that you don't know the reality of the world and start wanting to acquire some kind of possession?

What else is there to say, what is there to argue, it's all just personal preference. Before the slaughter is completed, any words and deeds are just a drama on the stage, and there is no essential difference.

Thinking about "who I am" or not thinking about it, there is no high or low. There's nothing wrong with killing, there's nothing wrong with not killing, and the idea of "I'm right, you're wrong" is a kind of control in itself, a distortion in the mind.

Am I really right?

Yuan Changwen felt like he was having diarrhea, expelling some waste from his body. The process wasn't pleasant, but there was a palpable sense of relief afterwards.

The only trouble is that maybe you haven't pulled it clean yet, and then the whole person is dead. See, it's a trade-off, and it doesn't seem to be worth it.

I'm just a madman.