Live Kexue in Kexue World

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The value randomly selected on the panel is 20, a successful "magic hand" perfectly solved the current problem of Wakabayashi Haruliang.

It is roughly the same as the feeling of using "detection" before. Everything in the line of sight has become a trembling black and white line. The three-dimensional pattern formed by these lines changes in perspective as he moves forward. The only constant is Only that pearly white Mercedes was chosen.

With a slight push of a finger, the streamlined structure of the sports car changed. Ruolin Chunliang easily opened the door, sat in the driver's seat, and started the car without a key.

After doing all this, the world is recolored.He broke away from the world of points and lines, and felt the softness of the seat cushion, the coldness of the steering wheel, and the texture of his light body.

Without further ado, Ruo Lin Chunliang held the steering wheel with one hand, stepped on the clutch, and rushed away in the night.

The black cat flew into the air, and the high-speed push pinned it to the co-pilot. It screamed: "This is not allowed! To start the car, you need to take a "car driving" check!"You only have 10 points in "Car Driving"! "

"But I've already started it." Ruolin Chunliang completely ignored its protests and the traffic lights at the intersection, the tail of the vehicle fell straight into the traffic like a shooting star.

The vehicles that crossed horizontally were forced to turn their steering wheels wildly by the car that rushed out suddenly, and three or four vehicles almost collided with each other.For a moment, the sound of brake friction and multiple horns were intertwined.

"But you don't know how to drive at all! This is not a bumper car in an amusement park! Meow——!!!" The black cat's cry was a little shrill, and if there were others around, they would think it was a poor little abused one.

The young man in the driver's seat turned a blind eye to this.

"I can't say that. Although I don't have a driver's license and I haven't learned to drive, I used to be a driver when I went out with my instructor for inspection." Ruolin Chunliang smiled, "I remember breaking out from a group of ghouls. , the instructor praised me for driving well."

"..."

"You're angry." In the empty car, the black cat suddenly became quiet, and the previous panic seemed to be an illusion.

It curled its paws steadily on the co-pilot, narrowed its eyes comfortably in the speed, and its golden pupils flickered, "It's really rare, this is the first time Naia sees you angry. Because Bourbon's behavior endangered Is there another character card for you?"

Ruolin Chunliang kept his eyes straight: "A little bit."

"But that's just a character card, just like today's "Martini", even if the card is torn by accident, you can still live through other character cards. "

"Alive?"

Ruolin Chunliang chewed the word thoughtfully, stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom looking at the road conditions, and talked about another irrelevant matter.

"There is a classic test question in the entrance examination of the University of Michigan-"Swamp Man's Dilemma".Roughly speaking, suppose you die on the edge of a swamp due to an accident, but at the same time, an individual who is exactly the same as yourself at the atomic level emerges from the swamp.The individual has the exact same memories, cognitions of its dead self.The question is: So what kind of existence is the "I" today? "

This question is actually completely consistent with the current situation of Ruobayashi Haruliang. As a human being, Ruobayashi Haruliang had already died in that pagan ceremony, the loss of life felt from the body, and the erosion of reason by despair Can't fake it.

And the same individual as before is still alive.

The black cat asked with great interest: "How did you answer?"

""At the moment of my death, my life stopped," Ruobayashi Chunliang smiled innocently, ""But fortunately, the meaning of my life lies in the pursuit of the unknown, in other words, I died , and my ideal has survived, that's the most important thing."——This is my answer. "

"So why are you now..."

"On Martini, I can't feel those things." Wakabayashi Haruliang took a deep breath and paused for a few seconds as if thinking about words, "Nia, for me, my passion for occultism The moment of loss is the moment when Ruolin Chunliang dies."

"..." The black cat stared at him for a long time, but did not speak for a long time.

At a narrow bend, it spoke suddenly, with a strangely satisfying voice: "Sure enough, that lord did not choose the wrong person. You are really a very cruel human being."

Ruolin Chunliang disagrees: "Really?"

"Nia understands, only "Wakabayashi Haruyo" is the character card that you must never lose, because he carries your desire and greed as a human being... Hee hee hee, Naia likes you a little bit, no, Naia Appreciate you very much!Let Naia witness with your own eyes, what step you can do for this..."

The black cat's high-pitched tone stopped here, and after two seconds of being stuck, the whole cat suddenly became sluggish again, and whispered, "So, Martini, have you considered not driving so fast?"

Ruolin Chunliang: "Oh, no."

Black Cat: "...Meow!!!"

Jumping from the avenue to the trail, there are many roads from Tokyo to Mihua Town. Wakabayashi Chunliang deliberately chose a hidden path that is close and sparsely populated in the navigation, and even drove to an extremely remote place without street lights.

The night fell, and only the roar of the engine remained in the dark night.

At the same time, Mihua Town, a noisy bar during live performances.

Such a noisy and chaotic environment is obviously not a good place to meet and talk. If they are not very close, the two parties in the conversation can't even hear each other's voices.

But it is precisely because of this characteristic that the content of the conversation is not easy to be captured by monitoring equipment.

The blond man in a loose sweater was holding a beer and clinking glasses with the people beside him.The phone on the table was on, and on the screen, a fast-moving red dot was gradually approaching Mihua Town.

"It's not that I doubt your suggestion, but I really don't see anything trustworthy about Martini." Bourbon pushed the phone aside and raised his chin to signal to his companion.

His voice is not loud, and it can be transmitted to the ears of his companions entirely by the wireless earbuds in the ear canals of both sides. The microphones of the earbuds receive directional sound, which can screen out the surrounding noise to the greatest extent.

And this companion who drank with him was extremely weird.

The hood of the sweater covered his face, and no skin was exposed on his whole body. Even the hand that reached out to take the phone was covered with black leather gloves.As he retracted his jaw, the flickering lights dimly illuminated his jaw.

A man with a light mustache.

"But he did save me three years ago," the man glanced at the phone, rubbing his fingers lightly following the red dot twice, his gentle voice carried a little nostalgia, "Later, I asked someone to help me find out about Martini's The news never came to fruition, I thought he had been captured by Gin..."

The man's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he shook his head and returned the phone:

"Anyway, I don't know much about the "Mystic Studies Office" you asked about. Martini didn't mention anything about it to me before... Actually, I'm not very familiar with him. "

"Yeah, I'm not very familiar with you, but he will help you escape at the risk of being discovered." Bourbon took back his mobile phone, propped his chin and hummed inexplicably, "I heard that he later had an affair with Gin had a dispute, although Gin himself had no doubts, but Rum has been investigating him for the past three years... Otherwise, I would not have been forced to this point because of this mission."

"Are you trying to vent your anger, Zero?" The man called out his real name with some amusement, "Martini is famous for being soft but not hard, even when he helped me escape, he didn't expose my undercover agent Identity, let him ask you bluntly, 'Are you an undercover agent', what have you done?"

It's nothing, that is, it was discovered before the first meeting that it was to perform processing tasks.

Well, he admits that he has been getting along with Martini with a vigilant judgment attitude before, and often threatens him with his life—but this is what an organization member should look like, isn't it?

"I just put a note in the clerk's notebook that committed the crime. The director is very suspicious, so it's okay to hand it over to the police for investigation." Bourbon paused, "Jing, if you say it now Do you recognize Martini?"

"Didn't Pisco say he had a different face? Or are you suspecting something?"

"...Forget it, I'll check it myself."

Bourbon stood up from his seat, left the money for the drink on the table, and threw the communication wireless earbuds in his ears into the shallow wine glass.

"Be careful recently, Belmode is in Mihua Town, and Gin should be here soon, don't be discovered by them."

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At [-]:[-] in the morning, Bourbon, dressed as a police officer on the scene, finally saw the legendary head of the occult law firm.

The white-haired professor slowly walked out of the elevator, and the other person was unexpectedly young and also unexpectedly beautiful-although such a description was somewhat general and inaccurate, Bourbon couldn't think of other words at the moment.

When he got closer, Bourbon could clearly see the more exposed eyes under the brim of the opponent's hat. The sky was blue and foggy, like ice reflecting the blue sky, exquisite but not popular.

Nothing can be seen, this is the first impression of Bourbon.

The black coat turned an arc, and their investigation began.Bourbon stood silently at the door, watching the whole process of the director and the high school student detectives jointly solving the case, until the persons involved in the case were escorted downstairs by the police officers, and there were only a few people left to follow up the scene.

——Everything is exactly as described by Martini.

Even in the accident that he carefully inserted, the note in that notebook stayed in Kudo Shinichi's pocket, and he didn't take it out immediately to question.

If an explanation had to be made, it could only be that the director of the mystery study firm had predicted everything, including what he did from it, and what the high school student detective would do after encountering such a thing.

Can it really do this step?

While the police officers at the scene began to move around, Bourbon changed his clothes and left the building. As soon as he got downstairs, he saw a familiar figure. At the same time, his mobile phone vibrated due to the approach of the tracker.

A steal without leaving a trace, in the blink of an eye, Martini was already holding the note and walking towards him over Kudo Shinichi.

It was obviously not a wise move to talk here, and Bourbon immediately turned and went into the alley next to him, with Martini following closely behind.

After turning another corner, he stopped, and the voices behind him changed from far to near.

"You shouldn't have had Mr. Director's idea, Bourbon."

The travel-worn blond young man came out from the corner. He looked down at the note in his hand, carefully folded and tore it in half, and gently crushed it with his fingertips until he could no longer piece together the complete handwriting.

This was also the first time Bourbon saw Martini's expressionless face, which was unexpectedly gloomy, with drooping eyelids and half-revealed green pupils that were dull and indifferent.

Martini has always been optimistic and happy, and the relationship these few days has even given Bourbon an illusion that even if this man is lying in a pool of blood, the tide of death mercilessly floods his mouth and nose, the beautiful Cuiyi will gradually disappear from him. When his eyes faded, he would also heartlessly say: It's okay, let it come.

Now Bourbon knows that it's not something he doesn't care about. There are no carefree little princes in the organization, only cubs that show their fangs after being touched by the scales.

"Martini." Bourbon slowly called out his code name.

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The author has something to say:

*The swampman thought experiment is a thought experiment proposed by the American philosopher Donald Davidson in 1987. It is often used to think about the self-certified proposition of "what the hell am I?"

Of course, there is also the famous "Who is the Swampman" module in the running group, which is very sour and cool, and whoever runs will know

.感谢在2022-02-1301:24:40~2022-02-1605:36:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the deep-water torpedo: Counsel and eat one of my money;

Thanks to the little angel who dropped the shallow water bomb:. , 1 Jiumi;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the bazooka:. , Sanosuke, 34693271;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Jiumi;

Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: 3 Mowangyu; 34693272 Jiumi; 1 Jie, Fenghe, Inarticulate Niu, and Dadala;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：vily79瓶；吐词不清的牛、化为千风20瓶；乌鸦在飞、终有弱水替沧海、短腿橘猫绝不认输、自然卷的喵星人10瓶；叶烨夜、绣扇5瓶；宋时澜、485486153瓶；快乐、公子扶苏、月旌老师是鸽子精2瓶；贺夕、谂杏、落羽1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!