"What about you, your heart hasn't been quiet lately..."

"Who said that, I'm just thinking about it, but I have a lot of important things, so..."

Hao Haoxuan didn't say anything, and the Sword Master wasn't listening, he went back to the study to read the books, those are very exciting, the truth is also very transparent, Yi likes it very much, and I don't know if these can just be brought back to his own universe, no matter what, anyway, these books are very interesting, just read it.

And just as he was about to turn the next page, he saw Hao Haoxuan turn the white coat out of the closet, and when the outer pupil opened, he swept towards Li Chonghao's residence.

Master Yi: "Hey, hey, hey...."

In other words, this Li Chonghao lives in the airplane city, although Li Chonghao is already very rich now, but he still can't change the bad problem of living in a small hotel in the downtown area, he likes this environment, as for Caitlin... She thought it was funny.

The door of the small hotel was tightly locked, and two people were lying on the bed honey and oil...

[Whoa!] 】

There was a big hole in the window, and Hao Haoxuan was already standing in the room.

"People are not old, Uncle Li..."

"Ya'er! Get out! ”

"Hey, hey, hey..." Hao Haoxuan touched his nose, opened the door and walked to the corridor with a wicked laugh. Caitlin was speechless.

Li Chonghao, on the other hand, frantically put clothes on his body, wasting a lot of time in a hurry.

...

The two of them haven't said a word in the real sense for a long time, Li Chonghao looked very strange when he saw Hao Haoxuan, he was originally a detective, an extremely rational detective is destined to be impossible to be perfect in interpersonal relationships.

Many times, it can even be said that there are few true friends, and no one wants to be friends with a guy who can see through your careful thoughts anytime and anywhere. Don Quixote Holmes is only because of interests, if it weren't for Li Chonghao's clever mind to help Holmes crack many cases internationally, he probably wouldn't have become a friend of a weird person like Li Chonghao.

The weird guy is even weirder now, and when he saw the loose skin, Hao Haoxuan sighed.

"What is this for, sighing, there is no youthful temperament at all..."

"Just a year ago, you were also a young man, Uncle Li..."

"Hi~ I'm also a young man now, anyway, I haven't been looking for you for a long time, why did you become like this, you don't have any vitality at all."

"No, I just don't want to touch that..."

But Li Chonghao smiled strangely: "Haha, this can't help you!" Or rather, not all of us. Let's go, I'll invite you to dinner, and when I'm done telling this story, I guess you won't even have the heart to eat..."

In this way, an old man and a young man entered a barbecue stall, the old man was not a little reserved, sitting on a small bench with a big thorn, and the young man did not have the slightest meaning of respecting the old and loving the young, crossing Erlang's legs, Li Chonghao felt that things like greetings were too wasteful of time, Hao Haoxuan also had this meaning, so he ordered a few favorite skewers, two bottles of beer, and sat down.

"Haoxuan, before we eat, let's talk about some related things, and as for the main topic, we'll talk about it later... Wait until you're done..."

"What are you doing, we might as well get straight to the point, we're all very busy..."

"The end of the world is just around the corner..."

Hao Haoxuan just took a sip of the free sour plum soup, and he couldn't help but spit out all the sour plum soup in the cup when he heard Li Chonghao's terrifying words.

"Uncle Li, these words alone are not enough to make me unable to eat, so you can continue to talk about yours."

The sour plum soup couldn't be drunk, and when Hao Haoxuan opened it and listened to the beer, he spoke eloquently about Li Chonghao.

"There is a myth in the West that our world is originally in a dream, and when the sleeping giant wakes up, the world ceases to exist, and when the giant closes his eyes again, a new world appears.

I don't say this story because our world doesn't exist, but I want to say that in a sense, we have become giants who can create the world by sleeping, and those creatures that we create are living in the dreams we build, I don't know if you have seen a movie, I don't remember the name, it's about some technophiles who have created a simulated life system, in that system, people in the upper world can control the lower world' Characters', to give up their existence, and thus to gain the ability to exist that would not have existed in the real world, or life.

And in that movie, the people of the game world finally learn that the world they live in is not real, and they can reach the upper world by killing and manipulating the characters who manipulate them.

Of course, we're lucky to be the beings we've created that don't have the ability to take away that ability, but to be able to tell some of the characters of the game to be brought to us.

In the beginning, none of the characters were real, but when they gained more energy, they were able to manifest themselves in our world, which was not... It's our common cognitive bias! ”

"Cognitive biases? What do you mean? ”

After Li Chonghao and other barbecue restaurant owners left, he continued: "It's cognitive bias, for example, let something that doesn't exist respond to everyone's mind through some kind of signal-like existence, and this kind of signal can be received by all human beings, so can you say that this thing, it doesn't exist?" If it doesn't exist, then why can others see it and touch it?

When we generally think that these things are universal, don't we stop being skeptical about the appearance of heroes?

The ancestor of the Sherlock Holmes family once said that if everything is impossible, no matter how outrageous the truth is, it is the real situation of the matter, I have studied this incident for a long time, and finally came to such an answer, although it is outrageous, but the truth of the truth must be like this. ”

"When you say that, it's really quite sudden, that is, there is no hero at all, no host, just something that we humans have imagined ourselves? Or is it a common assumption of human beings through some kind of signal..."

"Descartes once said, I think, therefore I am, this sentence if it is only literally explained, it is superficial, you can understand it this way, our thinking determines our existence, if our thinking exists in the dimension of one dimension, then our existence also belongs to that dimension, but now, we will expand this dimension slightly, for example, we can look at a comic from the dimension of the second dimension, then, the world of the comic is the dimension of our existence, and then the dimension of the three, Add the upper and lower dimensions, and you get it.

Under this basic premise, heroes are born from the dimensionless existence of signals, and then fantasized from our spiritual world, and gradually plumped up, becoming what we see now.

It's not that we've been hit by dimensionality reduction, it's those low-dimensional existences that have occupied a higher dimension!

And they don't have the function of taking away, and they don't have any desire to give up, what they want is our world! I'll put it more simply, the world is looked at, something we have created! When those 'things' appear in thought, they are constantly evolving! ”