Zhang Gray's hoarse voice suddenly sounded in my ears: "What is the basis for the existence of fish?"

I smiled, propped my backhand on the deck, and looked at him with my upper body up, and he had been in the cabin for two days. I casually asked, "What is the basis for the non-existence of fish?"

"There is no basis for the non-existence of fish. He took a breath of oxygen, and he seemed to be used to breathing it, and even his nose, which had only two holes, slowly came to the same level as mine.

His expression was quite serious, and he continued with a rare seriousness: "But existence has a basis, even if the fish is dead, it is treated as if the fish is alive, and it is treated as existence." ”

I squinted at his pale green face, and his hoarse voice was slightly louder, more hoarse, like the friction of iron, which made me feel a little uncomfortable: "But on where?"

His mouth, which had only one hole, also had a crack, but his voice was a little hoarse.

"Since there is no basis for the non-existence of fish, then what is the basis for the existence of fish?"

If there is no basis for existence, there is no meaning according to the word. I looked at the growing blood sun, frowned and continued, "The meaning of the meaning itself depends on the observer's perspective. ”

"So ......"

I took a ballpoint pen and wrote on a blank piece of paper: The basis for the existence of the fish (name) (nothingness) is (what is?) what (?) these are just a bunch of conformities.

"Since there is no basis for the existence of fish, why can we reason about the basis for the existence of fish?" he held in his hand a thick history of Western philosophy.

On the third day that the three mermaids came to the cruise ship, a strange thing happened.

Here's the thing.

That day, the blood sun was still shining with blood-colored sunshine, the sky was still colorful, the gray water was still waveless, and the world was still a silent mess. But our cruise ship suddenly found itself in a world of yellow and misty as far as the eye could see. Suddenly, our eyes turned from the gray water to the endless yellow gas.

And I tried to go to the gas place surrounded by endless yellow gas, but I always seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and I couldn't even enter the yellow gas. You can only stay on the cruise ship and wait for death.

How much time has passed? Aha, our clocks have lost their usefulness since they got here. So, we don't know how much time we spent here.

When we had nothing else to do, I taught Chen Feng Zhang Chen and Liu Bai to know Chinese, and they were both super peerless geniuses. Learns fast. They read all the Chinese books they found in the cabin. Zhang Ash is even more obsessed with philosophy. Liu Bai was very lazy in my eyes, and after reading all the Chinese books I could find, I often fell into silence, staring at the yellow gas outside the cruise ship in a daze, not knowing what to think. As for Chen Feng, he will talk to me from time to time, and he will also talk to Chen Tao, but what he says is usually a bunch of nonsense: "The weather is good today, how many degrees is it?"

There is no day, let alone the weather, and there is no temperature here. Anyway, we didn't feel overheated or cold, I guess there was no temperature.

Chen Tao was originally a Chinese-American, and he didn't know which nerve was deranged, so he changed his indifferent attitude towards them and took the initiative to teach them English. The vast majority of the books in the cabin are written in English. This cruise ship originally belonged to the United States.

Ever since I was a student, I hated learning another language, so I used to study this barrier of yellow gas.

Chen Tao and I have the support of Xuan Qi, and the yellow gas here can actually be absorbed and cultivated by us, so Chen Tao and I will not starve to death. As for why the three of them didn't starve to death, I think it had something to do with the yellow gas. I don't want to think about it. We're all here to die anyway.

In fact, when we came here, except for a different environment, it was no different from the previous situation: there were only two of us and three mermaids, and the gray water was replaced by yellow gas.

"What is the unfounded basis for the existence of fish!?" Zhang Shen suddenly jumped three or four meters high and shouted.

"Fish do not exist on the basis of what is unfounded. I lay on the deck with my limbs spread out and said a little weakly, "What is it?" First of all, we fell into a dead end of symbols. ”

"Zhang Gray, there is no temperature here, it's so interesting. ”

"This may be heaven, haven't you been chasing nothingness. ”

Chen Tao, who was originally meditating cross-legged and absorbing this yellow gas cultivation, suddenly said Zhang Chen's words, and stood up to speak to me again.

He worked hard to cultivate every day. I think he wants more power, he wants to save the people he loves.

"How can such a question be raised when there is no basis for the existence of fish?" Zhang Ash was still stubborn, "because there is no basis for the existence of fish, and there is no logical assumption. ”

I was annoyed: "The question is wrong, where is the answer?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Liu Bai actually dancing quietly with Chen Feng hugging each other, maybe I learned this from some book.

A sneering voice rang in my ear: "You're just playing with words, and you don't touch on what I really mean." There is no point in discussing what is not addressed in the referent. ”

"What I want to say when I play with words is, don't be teased by words!" I'm really annoyed, I don't like to be called by a mermaid who has just touched the civilization of the earth that I am not good.

"Where is the unfounded basis for the non-existence of fish, which first asks whether there is no basis for the non-existence of fish. And do you find the point here? No matter how you ask the question, you can't avoid the first question: what is the basis for the existence of fish? ”

"But how you play with words, the question remains where it is. You can only answer other questions if you answer why people are. "Ash's smug stinky face will be carried by his legs to the deck, and then to the top of the deck.

I was really angry, I waved my hand, and the white paper and ballpoint pen were pulled into my hands by the magical Xuan Qi in my body: "What (concrete form) is (certainly) for the existence of the fish (your self-consciousness) (how do I know that I am doing conscious activity?). ”

"You're changing the concept here. I'm asking what the basis for the existence of fish is and nothing else. It seems that you don't understand philosophy. I always thought you were the most philosophical of us. Ziz ......"

Zhang Gray pulled his face and began to smile proudly, and a small lump of yellow gas around him was inhaled by his mouth and entered his abdomen.

Chen Tao on the side began to meditate again and absorb the yellow gas here for cultivation. And Liu Bai and Chen Feng at the top of the deck still hugged each other and danced quietly.

I really hated it when a mermaid said I didn't understand philosophy, and I decided to turn my face and I yelled, "**!"

I opened my hands to carry the Xuan Qi in the dantian, and the three thumb-thick vines instantly pulled Zhang Gray, a cheap fish, in front of me, and I shouted: "The above questions mix the virtual and the real, but you want to smoke the real and contradict the virtual." This emptiness is based on reality. The relationship between spirit and matter. Idealism and materialism! Idealistically speaking, the basis for the existence of man and fish is: I (you) are in the process of consciousness and in the march of time!"