Conan pressed the pause, Thomas Sindora's smug face froze on the screen, and his impassioned speech came to an end.

"'Virtual reality, reborn', this is one of the slogans of 'Cocoon'. After discovering that they might be related to the organization's research, I had some associations. ”

Unaware that the person sitting across from him looked calm on the surface, like a judge listening to the answers and preparing for a score, but in fact his eyes were thundering inside, and Conan confidently began to tell his thoughts.

"Gray Hara told me that the end point of cognitive research is the power of 'wishes come true'. Joker, you're one of the victims of the organization's experiments, right? Although I don't understand the principle or anything like that right now—and probably never will, I'll leave this kind of thing to Ashbara—but you should have the ability to change cognition, and even materialize the power of cognition. Conan, who didn't know what he was talking about, tried to describe what he imagined, "It's like this, a holographic game of virtual reality...... It's kind of like, 'modeling', 'generating' in reality, this feeling, right? Well, 3D printing? It's incredible, but looking at myself and Ashbara's situation, I don't seem qualified to say that this is too unrealistic......"

Tang Ze's gaze shifted from Thomas Sindora's old face to Conan.

What is incredible, this thinking ability of yours is really incredible!

But don't say it, don't say it, his association, there is some truth in hey!

If the "cocoon" of this world is welded to the research line of the organization, then the most likely to be related to it is indeed the field of cognitive science.

Conan's analogy is so apt that it seems that they can't figure out how to enter the cognitive world, so a bunch of Muggles find a stupid way to simulate a similar situation......

Isn't entering the cognitive world, especially entering someone else's temple, like entering a virtual holographic game?

This is especially true from Tang Ze's point of view, he also has a game interface, a health bar and a four-dimensional pocket!

Wonderful, wonderful!

Very good, your brain hole is very good, the next second is mine!

Conan, who had never received an answer from Joker, looked up at the other party in confusion, and then received Joker's bright-eyed and relieved expression.

"So, am I right?" Conan, who looked at his expression, asked uncertainly.

Tang Ze chuckled lightly and pulled out a butterfly knife from his inventory.

The butterfly knife was Kumail's usual weapon...... This was set by Tang Ze without authorization, and Hoshikawa Hui's physical skill level is very ordinary, and there is basically no weapon that can be called a good weapon, so this is also the most common sharp weapon in his inventory.

With a flick of his wrist, the tip of the knife flew out as the scabbard unfolded.

In Conan's puzzled expression, he raised his right hand and stabbed it towards his left wrist.

“！ Other......! Startled by his sudden movements, Conan reflexively tried to stop him from hurting himself, and almost threw himself on the coffee table.

It's a pity that no matter how fast his reaction speed is, he can't catch up with Tang Ze's speed of stabbing himself without hesitation, Tang Ze stabbed very really this time, and the knife was also drawn very quickly, and the splattered blood was brought out by the tip of the knife almost instantly, and even a few drops splashed on the face of Conan who pounced forward.

Flicking the tip of the knife that had been soiled, Tang Ze indifferently put the bloodied knife back into the inventory, and then stretched out his wrist, which had been pierced with a deep bloody hole, towards Conan.

In Conan's shocked gaze, this genuine wound closed and healed quickly in a matter of seconds.

Soon, the wound on his hand was completely recovered, and there was not even a trace of a hole.

The blood from the wound had not yet coagulated, it was still dripping downward, but the wound itself was gone.

"Scared?" Pursing his lips and smiling, Tang Ze reached over and wiped off the two drops of blood that flew to Conan's face, "But this is the real me." Very interesting description, little detective, have you ever played a game? How's it like, like those game characters who are injured and will be back to normal in a few breaths? ”

After hearing what he had said, Conan came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream, leaned over and grabbed his wrist, wiping away the blood from his wound.

The wound really healed.

He still touched the warm flowing blood, but the fresh scars were gone.

"It's hard to believe, right? Sometimes, I wonder if I really exist, or if it's just some kind of manufactured product, or even a delusional shadow......" Tang Ze whispered in an ethereal tone.

“…… Is this the result of an experiment? Or ......" Conan looked at the intact skin on Joker's wrist in front of him, his thoughts in turmoil.

It's like some kind of fantasy scene......

What did the organization make, and what did it do to the experimenters?

Some strange ideas for human experiments that were spawned during a special period filled his brain in an instant.

"You can think of it as a cognitive ability." Quietly putting away Orps, who was full of blood for himself, Tang Ze blinked and explained as usual, "'Influencing reality with cognition', that's right, this power is real. ”

Standing up straight on the top of the coffee table, Conan picked up the bag that had slipped down with his movements, and looked at Joker, who had not shown much emotion from beginning to end, at a loss, not knowing whether to express shock or apologies first.

He seems to have exposed the scars of the other party who didn't want to show people casually......

"Why is this expression?" Amused by Conan's small eyes, Tang Ze laughed twice, picked up his soda again, and poured it into his mouth leisurely, "It's really not like a real human, is it?" ”

"Uh, I'm ......" touched the back of his head, and Conan couldn't help but say, "I'm sorry, I seem to have said something ...... I shouldn't have said"

"What is there to apologize for." Shrugging his shoulders, Tang Ze said indifferently, "This shows that you have done a good job so far, Detective-kun." ”

Picking up the coffee can that Conan had thrown away and stuffing it back into his hand, Tang Ze patted his thin little shoulder soothingly.

"Go on your own path, the world, at least the world now, may be completely different from what you imagined. Be questioning, be alert, doubt everything, and trust your own judgment. Pointing to Conan's schoolbag with books, Tang Ze squinted and smiled, "What do you mean by that?" When you have eliminated the impossible…… (remove all the impossible)"

“…… whatever remains however improbable must be the truth." Clutching the increasingly heavy bag in his arms, Conan almost instinctively picked up the second half of the sentence.

Thinking of Tang Ze and Gray Yuan's father and mother who died at the hands of the organization, thinking of his current identity and current situation, and thinking of all the manifestations of Joker, which is different from ordinary people......

Can he really do it? Investigate the culprit of all this and put everything back on track......

With Joker's happy smile, he held his fingers on his bag, pushing harder and harder.

No, Joker was right, he was going to keep going, he had to do it......

For everyone's sake, for himself.

The previous chapter was added yesterday, so there is still a chapter [Soul Spitting]

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