Once upon a time there was a demon pass

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

"Of course it's... killing people!"

While speaking, when the Confucian scholar looked at Yu Mo again, his eyes were already full of indifference.

"The logic doesn't make sense."

"According to what you said before, we are a cancer in 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 bad guy through and through, shouldn't you create more cancers, wars?"

"Only in this way, the world's mourning will be even greater."

"Your way is wrong."

Facing the Confucian scholars who were gradually getting closer to him, Yu Mo still maintained absolute calm, and even had the mood to pick a logical loophole of a lunatic.

The lunatic froze in place.

The palm that had been slowly raised just stopped in mid-air, as if thinking seriously about the proof Yu Mo put forward.

Time goes by.

Confucian scholars and Yu Mo all kept their motionless postures. In the woods, there was only the rustling of the air blowing the withered yellow leaves.

Until the wheelchair moved by itself again, it was still the familiar trajectory, and finally let the wheelchair burp the stone and jump up with the same seriousness, persistently completing the point in the question mark.

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

"I am right!"

"How could I be wrong."

"It's the world that's wrong. Maybe this world shouldn't exist."

The Confucian scholar who had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke again.

It's just that this time his tone has become firm again, and his voice is a little hoarse.

"um, yes."

"This world is originally sick, so we need to clear it up."

"Only you can do it."

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

The Confucian scholar fell into deep thought. After a long time, his eyes regained a trace of reason, and 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 follow you." Walk."

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

"You will be like them." Confucian scholar pointed to the tree where he lived for a long time, which was full of bones.

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

Yu Mo nodded thoughtfully, "Senior, you can ask."

"I've been thinking, 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 reality of this world."

"What if we are all addicted to an illusion and cannot extricate ourselves?"

"Only when we die, consciousness will return to the body!"

"Maybe we are falling into a coma now, lying on the hospital bed, and our family members are guarding 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 members, the pain they are facing at this moment?"

"No, no, maybe you are fake too, and everyone around me is fake, only what I mean is true."

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

"You think, what I said... right?"

At this moment, the Confucian scholar was completely insane, his voice was hurried, he looked at Yu Mo with anticipation in his eyes, and his hands even grasped Yu Mo's shoulder firmly.

Facing Confucian scholars' questions, Yu Mo fell into silence and did not speak for a long time.

This question seems simple, but it itself falls into an absolute paradox.

This question itself has no answer, you say he is wrong, how to prove it?

All your proofs can be easily refuted.

But want to prove it?

The only possibility is to die.

Only your death can prove the right or wrong of this question.

But the dead can no longer speak.

He won't tell you whether after I die, I lose consciousness completely or go to another world.

The truth and falsehood of this world are also impossible to talk about.

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

Watching Yu Mo's appearance, the Confucian scholar gradually became anxious from the initial anticipation, and finally became completely angry.

"Don't know 1"

"You don't know either!"

"Sure enough, you are no different from them!"

He kept walking around in place, grabbing his hair and making it more messy.

"You, prove it for me!"

"Perhaps you can 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 about it!"

"Go, I'll wait for you!"

The Confucian scholar's voice became colder and colder, and in the next second he disappeared out of nowhere, and suddenly appeared in front of Yu Mo, with one hand still grabbing Yu Mo's neck, pinching him hard.

It's hard to imagine how he managed to achieve such terrifying speed in the environment of Sin City.

And why does such a thin body have such a powerful force.

Yu Mo felt his breathing gradually becoming short.

In this state, the veins in his neck kept shaking, and his hands even patted on the armrest of the wheelchair.

"I……"

"I can...prove...proof!"

He almost exhausted all his strength to say these few words.

The Confucian scholar was stunned for a moment, then let go of his hand suddenly, and looked at Yu Mo nervously, with cheers and joy on his face.

It seemed that this answer had troubled him for many, many years.

"Speak up, speak up!"

But Yu Mo was still covering his neck and coughing hard.

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

The wheelchair trembled very slightly, as if asking for something.

With some trembling hands, he moved to the front of the camera with difficulty, shook his head slightly, and the wheelchair returned to silence.

"I... I need time."

Yu Mo, who was gradually recovering, looked at the Confucian scholar, coughed and said.

"You fool me!"

"You're still playing with me!"

Confucian scholar's eyes were full of anger again, like a complete lunatic.

But Yu Mo leaned on the armrest of the wheelchair and shook his head: "No, I'm not kidding you."

"You have been thinking about the question for a lifetime, if I give you an answer in such a short period of time, would you believe this answer?"

"One week, within a week, I will definitely give you a satisfactory...ahem...answer."

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