The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 136 The Game of Truth
"Ah!"

Let go of his clenched fingers, Mo Zhen showed a contemptuous look in his eyes, as if he knew everything, and seemed to be smashing a pot.

"This is ridiculous."

Faced with Mo Zhen's sudden nervous self-talk, Gravet sat on the chair, unmoved.

Mozhen didn't care about the audience's cold reaction and continued with his performance.

"Since you insist that you are the Gretride of this world, then I think there is no need for this game to proceed."

Seeing Mozhen's performance, Gravet said with great interest.

"Why, you feel that you can't win, and you want to cheat and quit?"

Mo Zhen snorted with a delicate nose, and said with a trembling smile.

"It's so funny, can't you win? Forget it, I just don't think it's interesting to win a guy like you. I don't want to play a boring game."

Hearing this, Gravet's face darkened, and he replied coldly.

"Boring? Hehe, please find an excuse and find a better one. People who use being boring as an excuse are often the ones who can neither win nor lose."

Mo Zhen expressed different views on this.

"Sorry, I can afford to win and lose, but you are not qualified to play with me."

Greystrade twitched his eyebrows slightly, and raised the gun in his hand.

He is obliged to remind Mo Zhen of his current situation and keep the game going smoothly.

"Sorry, you have no choice. Play the game obediently, or die!"

Mo Zhen showed a sarcastic smile, leaned back in his chair, and made a tactical backward move.

The meaning of contempt and disdain was revealed in an instant.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Inspector. It's really hard for you to spend so much time, but you are the one who didn't get chosen. As long as I want, I can leave at any time. Don't point that broken gun at me again. Trust me, it won't work at all."

"Bah!"

Gravet turned over the table and kicked Mozhen in the air, and Mozhen flew to the wall with the chair and him.

This kick directly overturned Mo Zhen's self-confidence, and allowed Gravet to take back the dominance of the situation.

"Mr. Xu, I think you have lost your mind a little bit. This may restore your sanity. At any time, it is not wise to speak nonsense without basic judgment."

After one kick, Mo Zhen only had 12% of his health left.

With a sneer, Mo Zhen spat out blood in a chic way.

The strength of the opponent is indeed quite strong, and even the untraceable jumping thinking of this antelope's horns can't turn the situation around.

But he has no way out, at this moment, he only has All in!
"You should know that I'm not from this world, right?"

Mozhen had an expression full of pity on his face. If this expression appeared on Greystrade's face at this moment, it would be extremely natural.

And Mo Zhen's expression at this time was quite like a beggar pretending to be a rich man.

"You may not be able to accept it, but I regret to tell you that you are actually just a bunch of mental data. Have you ever played video games? You are the ghost in Pac-Man. What you do now is like talking to the screen. The previous me said 'run, I'm going to eat you', hahahaha, so funny!"

At this moment, Mo Zhen seemed to have really changed from a beggar to a rich man, and what stood in front of him was just a pug that appeared out of nowhere, even if he fell to the ground dying, it was not worthy for him to look up.

"Even if I die, I will just return to the original world, what about you? Maybe it will become a pile of mental data waiting to be processed, maybe I will continue to pretend to be preparing for the game, waiting for the next visitor to arrive... Hahaha Ha ha!"

Laughing with no one in his eyes talking to himself, blood gurgled from his mouth, Greystrade held a pistol and pointed at Mozhen, his face was ashen as a statue.

"Cough haha...cough cough...Sorry, I lost my composure." Mo Zhen showed a malicious smile on his face, "I shouldn't laugh at a bunch of mental data. You are more pitiful than ants on the side of the road , they are at least real matter, and you are false spirits."

"Are you finished?"

The upper and lower jaws touched each other coldly, and Gretsch gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words.

With a relaxed expression on his face, Mo Zhen talked freely and confidently.

"Almost, I know what you can understand is very limited. After all, it is difficult for anyone to accept that you suddenly find yourself just a bunch of mental data, but [cognition] needs to change with [information]. Numbing yourself with the world in front of you is nothing but a self-deceiving poor thing.”

"How arrogant."

There was no shooting, no hysterical roar, Greystrade just said this sentence without any ups and downs.

Mo Zhen moved the corner of his mouth and forced a smile.

"Really? To be honest, I'm more approachable than some mean fellows!"

"Poor self-deceitful bastard? Not bad for a self-introduction!"

The aura on Greystrade's body suddenly became stronger, like a volcano erupting in silence, like the roar of a lion dancing, an unstoppable sense of reality swept over Mo Zhen's whole body.

"Didn't you find out? The set of remarks you said can't be more appropriate when applied to you. What do you think you are?"

"Of course I know, I am..."

Mozhen tried to regain the right to speak, but the opponent's aura was overwhelming, swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger.

"You are a traveler in the spiritual world, you are a player who does whatever you want? You are just a deranged lunatic, a self-righteous buffoon, and you are a bunch of false mental data!"

"Ah!"

Mo Zhen sneered disdainfully.

"Do you think it's useful to have a loud voice? It doesn't matter if the voice is loud. A bunch of mental data is trying to use a few words to distort the thinking of a great spiritual builder. This kind of thing is really funny and ridiculous!"

"You're scared!"

Gravet's voice was cold and sharp, like a steel knife piercing Mo Zhen's heart.

Dull, an extremely oppressive feeling came from the chest, and it was difficult to breathe, just like a heart attack.

An explosive roar resounded in his mind.

"Tell me, hypocritical and arrogant guy, what can you use to prove that you are real!"

How can I prove that I am real?

The pain flashed through Mo Zhen's mind for a moment, and then left a blank.

Mo Zhen was stunned, he found that he couldn't prove that he was real at this moment!
Subconsciously, he took out the championship badge, and memories from the past flashed in his mind, but Mo Zhen didn't feel relieved in the slightest.

Is memory really reliable?
Mozhen has read many stories about the brain in a vat, and he is skeptical about the reliability of the memory.

"I'll tell you!"

Gravet said word for word.

"You at this moment are real! If I shoot, you will die!"

reality?How can it be!

Hahahahaha, this is obviously just an illusory spiritual world, the third one, right the third one...

【Life Points】【Physical Points】【Spirit Points】, the third one can prove...

"Wow!"

A piercing pain came from his chest, this painful feeling was extremely real!
In an instant, the health value, mental value, and status bar all disappeared!

This... what's going on? !
At this moment, it was as if a hypochondriac suddenly woke up from his imagination.

Everything is so strange, everything is so real.

It's as if I had a long dream born in Tianlong Shangguo Ham Market, and it's like waking up at this moment...

Everything is messed up at this moment.

【Do you want to know the truth of the world】

This question flashed through Mo Zhen's mind like a white horse passing by, as if denying everything he had seen and heard before...

What is the truth?
laugh.

"Hahahahahahahahahaha—"

Mo Zhen stood up abruptly, coughing up blood and laughing with all his might, as if his lungs were going to be torn, and he would stop coughing up all the blood!
He is like a wise man who has seen through the truth of the whole world, but also like a hysterical lunatic.

The whole world echoed with crazy laughter.

Greystrade looked at him quietly with his gun raised, like a statue, motionless.

Gradually, the pain in the chest slowly disappeared, and joy, madness, overflowing, and incomparable joy filled the whole body!

The trembling body gradually calmed down, like air leaking out of a balloon, and the last trace of laughter escaped from Mozhen's throat.

Mo Zhen slowly raised his hand, drew out a "pistol" with his thumb and index finger, and pointed it at Greystrade.

"Come on, let's see the result of the game, who wins and who loses!"

Grinning his mouth, revealing bright red teeth like a suit, Mo Zhen is as innocent as an angel and as terrifying as a demon.

"Your gun will jam from overuse and gun malfunction, and mine will fire deadly bullets!"

With a solemn expression, Gravet pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bah!"

This is the onomatopoeia that Mo Zhen made with his mouth.

No bullet fired from the black muzzle, which seemed to have jammed due to a mechanical failure.

A blood flower bloomed on Greystrade's chest, and he fell to the ground.

Mo Zhen blew on his index finger, like a cowboy blowing the muzzle smoke after a duel.

"I won."

There was no joy in the words, as Mo Zhen said before, winning against such an opponent is meaningless.

The crimson color spread across Gravet's chest, and this similar heart pain seemed to transfer to him with Mo Zhen's "bang".

There was no painful expression on Greystrade's face, he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"you win."

Then, he closed his eyes forever.

Mo Zhen lowered his hands slowly, took a step back and sat down in the chair.

Quiet, nothing happened.

"Sure enough, must the truth be told?"

The hidden truth is not the truth, it is the truth only if it is said out loud for everyone to hear and everyone to believe.

Mo Zhen smiled nervously, and said softly as if reading a will.

"The truth is—what is said to be true is true, and what is believed to be true is true."

This is the truth of this world.

(End of this chapter)