The Son of God is done.

In other words, the "Son of God" has finished.

If you look at me putting quotation marks around the Son of God, you know that as an atheist, I despise the concept of the Son of God.

I said, "To me, no matter how good you say, it's just that you're 'talking'!" That's not even evidence. I can use a tape recorder to record your words and ask others to memorize them, and they can say the same thing, and it's more emotional and immersive than what you say. Excuse me, is he the Son of God? ”

He walked up to me and said, "You want me to show you the evidence, am I the Son of God?" ”

I stepped back, my back against the wall.

I said, "You can't demonstrate, you can't prove it!" What you demonstrate can only prove that you are a super master, only that you have taken a lot of master medicine, or that you can produce master medicine by yourself, and that's it. ”

He looked at me, looked outside, and said, "You're right, I can't prove it, but I don't need to prove it to you." I knew in my heart that my memories were real, my experiences were real. I, i.e., the Son of God. ”

I looked at him, looked outside, and said, "Joke! You are saying that 'memories' and 'experiences' are real – they are concepts in themselves, and how can concepts be real? They are man-made! Memory is just the substance of the brain and its connections, and even, it's just a few electrons! If you're in a psychiatric house and not in a royal prison, you'll know what a memory transplant is! ”

He looked out of the black hole.

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He looked at me and said, "Possibly. Sometimes, I suspect that I am the second of the top ten most wanted criminals in the world - the Soul One. At the beginning, I killed countless people, so I was wanted by Daming. I devoured other people's souls and bodies, so I had their memories. ”

Me: "You can't be a soul person. Because the soul can only devour one person at a time, and if he devours that person, he has the memory and face of that person, which can almost be regarded as rebirth. Even if you devour countless people, you can't have the memories of all of them. You're not afraid of schizophrenia either? You don't even understand what rebirth is! Besides, Soul Eaters don't know martial arts! ”

He looked at me and said, "Ha, I'm relieved when you say that." As a son of God, how can I be a wanted criminal? And it's second place! ”

I frowned and looked at him.

He was still looking outside.

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Suddenly, he smiled, and the human skin mask made him very uncoordinated.

"Sometimes, I feel like I'm human; Sometimes, I feel like I'm not human. Sometimes, I look at your world as if ...... It's as if a non-human is observing a human being. I can understand all your feelings, but I think it's ridiculous. ”

Me: "Empathy! You have no empathy! ”

He said, "Or, I'm an alien; Or, I've eaten aliens and have memories of it......"

Me: "Haha, keep making it up!" What is an alien? I'm like, what are you aliens like? ”

Him: "We live in another galaxy, different from your Milky Way. It has a name, but it doesn't make sense to say it, in fact, it translates to 'Milky Way' – of course, it's not Milky Way. Everything about us is exactly the same as yours, only by a different name. We started out on Earth, then on Earth, then in the stars, then in satellites, then in stars, then in the sun, then in black holes — in fact, eventually black holes swallowed up the entire galaxy. I remember the black hole devouring the sun: darkness and light intertwined, everyone pulling into a line, like an apocalypse. It's nice to be in a black hole, where everyone has been, is, and future, and you can even find an infinite number of yourself. ”

I laughed, "Haha! Your imagination is too rich! How can a black hole eat the sun? Just like this hole, when the sun goes in, it should be illuminated. ”

Him: "The black hole itself is the sun. When the sun is big enough, it even sucks in sunlight. It is God, and it is so powerful that it absorbs everything. ”

Me: "How can the sunlight be sucked in!" How can sunlight be sucked? It's light! ”

Him: "There is nothing eternal and infinite in this world. Sunlight is nothing more than the same thing as you and me, it has speed and weight. We can be sucked up by the earth, why can't sunlight be sucked by the sun. Think of a black sun that doesn't shine but absorbs light. ”

Me: "What? Light has speed? So what's the point of time? In this infinite universe, with all kinds of new and old lights scurrying around in it, how can there be a unified time? How is this calculated? Ah, time is meaningless, space is meaningless, everything is gone! ”

I couldn't imagine it, and hugged my head.

Him: "With us, everything is meaningless, because nothing can be said; Because people know everything, and everything goes without saying - there is only one meaning, one meaning, for all things. The whole world, in fact, is one person, an inseparable consciousness. ”

Me: "Haha! Since it is a consciousness, why is there your current consciousness? How do you escape? You said that nothing can escape, not even photons! ”

His human skin mask twitched a few times, making it even more terrifying.

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He laughed, "Okay. Actually, I'm a virtual person, I don't exist, I'm just something imaginary in your head. You're schizophrenic and imagined me. ”

I said, "I feel you, how can you not exist?" ”

Him: "Feeling is feeling, real is real, what does it mean to 'feel real'?" It's as if you're saying: 'I hear tomatoes are red'. Relying on the senses to feel real doesn't make sense in itself. It's as if a person is in a dream and never knows that he is in a dream. Let me ask you again, why aren't we in a dream now? ”

I felt a stiff but soft feeling in my feet, which was when I was standing on the ground in leather boots; I feel like my feet are cold, hot and wet, and that's because the ground is cold, but the leather boots are not breathable. I looked out of the cave and the women were sleeping with the children in their arms, patting them. I can recall all my experiences, in the Central Plains, in Chang'an, in Liaodong, in every place I have experienced. Some of my feelings are complete and real.

Me: "Number one, I'm real. Second, the real me faces the real you. It's all true. ”

Him: "Haha! Maybe even you're virtual. You're just someone else figured it up. ”

I think it hurts a little. I said, "Man cannot judge himself, just as he cannot hold himself on his head." You're just quibbling! You've probably heard someone talk about 'philosophy' or something, or you're really confused, or you're playing dumb, but I can tell you responsibly that I'm real, and you're real! ”

Him: "Huh, am I real? You didn't believe me. ”

Me: "You only provided a few situations, and even if you vetoed them, you could not deny the others, let alone you and myself. The world is so real, every feeling I have exists, how can it be fake? You just flew into the sky with me and injured so many people, how can it be virtual? Virtual people are people who don't matter, people who can't connect with the world. When I was a child, I was lonely for a while, so I imagined a little girl playing with me and talking together. But I knew she couldn't cook for me and help me with things. If I want to eat, I have to do it myself, not order the little girl to do it. That's the difference between fantasy and psychosis. ”

He looked at me and said, "Do you know what you're talking about?" Contradict your words to me, to contradict yourself. ”

I have a splitting headache.

I shouted, "Enough! There is a royal psychiatric hospital in Chang'an, and there are many mental illnesses in it. If you believe what you say, they should send you to the Royal Psychiatric House instead of the Royal Prison! Haha, did you escape from the Spiritual Hospital? Have you had enough? Do you want to tell me who you really are? ”

He became serious, and he looked like he wanted to kill.

That's when I remembered that I was his prisoner! How could I question him!

Me: "This ......"

Him: "Let's go." ”

Me: "Where am I going?" ”

Him: "Go back to your third floor." ”

Me: "Ah, you won't kill me?" ”

Him: "Do you really want me to kill?" ”

Me: "No......"

Him: "Get out!" ”

Me: "How do I get out?" ”

He took a torch in his hand, grabbed me by the collar, and burst out of the hole, like a golden eagle with a mouse in its mouth.

He flew over the cliffs and almost scared me to death.

His torches flickered and flickered, illuminating the underworld, and I saw a lot of strange things—so strange that I couldn't believe it.

He continued to jump up the cliff, jumped into a hole, and jumped from five to four floors underground.

It almost broke my neck up and down.

He flew across the four floors of the ground, almost breaking my neck from side to side.

He jumped again, from the fourth basement floor to the third basement floor.

I could even hear the shouts of those on the third floor from a distance.

The masked man threw me on the ground, then threw the torch beside me and left.