"So, what are the bad guys going to do?"

"Yes, of course...... Murder! ”

As he spoke, when Confucius looked at Yu Mo again, his eyes were already full of indifference.

"The logic doesn't make sense."

"As you said before, we are the cancer of this world."

"So if the cancer comes to clean up the cancer, are you doing a good thing or a bad thing?"

"If you really want to be a downright bad guy, shouldn't you create more cancer, war?"

"Only then will the wailing of the world be greater."

"You're on the wrong path."

In the face of Confucianism, who is gradually moving closer to him, Yu Mo still maintains absolute calm, and is even in the mood to find a logical loophole for a madman.

The madman froze in place.

The palm that had been slowly raised paused in mid-air, as if seriously thinking about the evidence proposed by Yu Mo.

Time keeps ticking.

Confucian and Yu Mo all maintained a motionless posture, and in the woods, only the rustle of the air blowing the withered yellow leaves remained.

Until the wheelchair moved on its own again, it was still the familiar trajectory, and finally the wheelchair was also seriously burped and jumped up, persistently completing the point in the question mark.

Yu Mo was a little helpless, he didn't bend down this time, just pointed his finger at the position of the camera, waved slightly, and everything returned to calm.

"I'm not wrong!"

"How could I be wrong."

"It's the world that's wrong, and this world probably shouldn't exist."

Confucius, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke again.

Only this time his tone had become firm again, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"Well, yes."

"This world is sick in the first place, so it needs to be cleared up."

"Only you can do it."

Yu Mo nodded without hesitation, and this time he did not refute Confucianism, but followed his train of thought.

Confucian Sheng fell into deep thought, and after a long time, a trace of reason regained in his eyes again, and he looked at Yu Mo: "I have always had a guess, if you can confirm my guess, or have evidence to refute my guess, I will go with you." ”

Yu Mo's fingers on the wheelchair tightened slightly, and soon returned to nature: "What if I don't confirm it?" ”

"You'll be like them." Confucius pointed to the tree where he had lived for a long time, and there were white bones.

"I've asked them all about it, but they've all failed."

Yu Mo was thoughtful and nodded lightly: "Senior, you ask." ”

"I've been wondering, is this so-called world in our eyes really a world?"

"Why can't he be a human body, and we are just cells in this body?"

"Or is our flesh really substantial?"

"How to prove the truth of this world."

"What if we were all immersed in a fantasy and couldn't extricate ourselves?"

"Only the moment we die will consciousness return to its essence!"

"Maybe we are now in a coma, collapsed in the hospital bed, and our family is struggling to guard us, waiting for the moment when we wake up!"

"If we really let ourselves waste the rest of our lives in this world, we in the outside world will die of old age!"

"Can you imagine our real family, the pain they are facing at the moment?"

"No, no, maybe you're fake too, everyone around me is fake, only I mean it."

"As long as I gently cut my throat now, I can return to my world and wake up!"

"You think, I'm talking about it...... Right? ”

At this moment, Confucian Sheng was completely in a state of madness, his voice was hurried, looking at Yu Mo's eyes with expectation, and his hands grabbed Yu Mo's shoulders even more.

Faced with Confucianism's question, Yu Mo fell into silence and did not speak for a long time.

This question, as simple as it seems, is itself mired in an absolute paradox.

There is no answer to this question in itself, you say he is wrong, how can it be proved?

All your proofs can be easily refuted.

But want to confirm it?

The only possibility is to die.

Only if you die can you prove the question right or wrong.

But the dead can no longer speak.

He won't tell you if I'm completely unconscious when I die, or if I'm in another world.

The truth of this world is also impossible to talk about.

Looking at the crazy Confucian student, Yu Mo didn't speak for a long time.

Looking at Yu Mo's appearance, Confucian gradually became anxious from the initial expectation, and finally became completely angry.

"Don't know 1"

"You don't know!"

"Sure enough, you're no different from them!"

He kept moving in place, grabbing his hair to make it even more messy.

"You, confirm it for me!"

"Maybe you'll be able to bring back an answer that satisfies me."

"Just like them!"

"As long as I kill enough people, maybe someone will come back from that world and tell me all this!"

"Go, I'll wait for you!"

Confucian Sheng's voice became more and more cold, and the next second he disappeared in place, suddenly appeared in front of Yu Mo, and grabbed Yu Mo's neck with one hand and pinched it hard.

It's hard to imagine how he could burst out with such terrifying speed in the environment of Sin City.

And why does such a thin body have such a strong strength.

Yu Mo felt his breathing gradually become shorter.

In this state, the green tendons in his neck continued to tremble, and his hands slapped the armrests of the wheelchair.

"I ......"

"I can...... Proof...... Bright! ”

It took him almost all his strength to get these words out of his mind.

Confucius was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he suddenly let go of his hand and looked at Yu Mo nervously, with cheers and excitement on his face.

It was as if this answer had been bothering him for many, many years.

"Say it, say it!"

But Yu Mo was still holding his neck and coughing vigorously.

Because of the lack of oxygen, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked very bad.

The wheelchair trembled slightly, as if asking something.

His trembling hands laboriously moved to the camera, shook his head slightly, and the wheelchair returned to quiet.

"I ...... I need time. ”

Yu Mo, who was gradually recovering, looked at Confucius and said with a cough.

"You're fooling me!"

"You're still kidding me!"

Confucian Sheng's eyes were filled with anger again, as if he was a complete madman.

But Yu Mo shook his head on the armrest of his wheelchair: "No, it's not to fool you." ”

"You've been thinking about the question all your life, and if I give you the answer in such a short time, will you believe the answer?"

"A week, a week, I will give you a satisfactory ...... Ahem...... Answer. ”

Yu Mo's state finally gradually recovered, panting hard, and said slowly.