Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

"Do you think it is possible, and science is only one of the solutions?"

Jiang Jian's eyes wandered among the clouds along with the flock of birds.

After a while, he said again: "You ask me why I believe it, because I believe that there may indeed be other solutions that can explain these weirdnesses in a self-consistent way."

Zhong Xun looked at him motionlessly, and forgot to speak for a moment.

What caused him to ask was originally just puzzlement and curiosity.

Many of the guests, like him, have had many doubts since the beginning of the test.

However, after experiencing countless absurd and inconsistent worlds, they gradually began to accept all unimaginable things and all strange powers with peace of mind.

In the end, gradually abandon doubts and gradually believe blindly.

He thought that Jiang Jian, who was overwhelmed by reason, was not such a person.

But I didn't expect that this person accepted the soul and rebirth faster than the existence of the whole world.

That's why I asked that question.

But what he didn't expect was that Jiang Jian's answer was far more cautious than expected.

People who believe in science believe that only science can correctly explain the world.

People who believe in gods believe that God created everything.

The binary opposition of idealism and materialism is unified in Jiang Jian's answer.All of them are just an answer for human beings to "solve" the world.

"Although you believe that other solutions exist, you may not accept them."

Zhong Xun's voice was a little hoarse.

Jiang Jian: "No matter what, the solution I choose will not change."

Yuandai is verdant and verdant, reflecting the greenness in his eyes.

The light and fluttering sound seemed particularly distant in the mountains.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Jiang Jian came back to his senses, "It seems inappropriate to talk about ontology and epistemology at this time."

Zhong Xun saw that his calm face was slightly flushed, and a smile appeared in his eyes.Facial muscles are underdeveloped, but it does not hinder the expression of certain emotions.

Some emotion between shame and regret.

"It's okay, when this show is over, I'll treat you to a drink and chat while drinking."

"..."

Jiang Jian glanced at Zhong Xun inexplicably, then lifted his foot and continued to walk forward.

He couldn't figure it out, how did he change from a serious topic to a drink appointment?

Zhong Xun caught up with him in two or three steps, and made an inch of it: "How is your drinking capacity?"

Jiang Jian stared straight ahead: "Thank you for the invitation, no drink."

"Can't drink, or don't want to drink?"

"No, and I don't want to."

"Why? Don't you want to try?"

"Do not want to."

Jiang Jian seriously refused, feeling a sense of loss in her heart.

Even though it was vague, he still vaguely remembered drinking and chatting with a person at night, intoxicated until dawn, but after waking up, that person completely disappeared from his world.

He didn't want to experience such an experience again.

He gave Zhong Xun a sorry look, and walked straight forward.

Zhong Xun didn't follow up immediately, he lifted his wristband and poked the screen lightly.

The reporter of No. 001 said in a low voice: "The test is over? Are you sure it's not him?"

Zhong Xun hummed lightly, raised his hand to touch his throat, and smiled bitterly: "He can drink, and he also loves wine. You may not believe it, but I learned to drink because of him."

In the ice and snow, the pure boy took out a bottle of burning knives from his arms.

The clean wine rolled down from the corner of his mouth and burned from his throat to his stomach, instantly dispelling all the chill and unhappiness.

From then on, Jiang Jian was like strong wine, burning his heart and soul.

"Why don't you go in?"

When Zhong Xun caught up with Jiang Jian, he was standing in front of Asong's house in a daze.

"I'm recalling Chen Yandong's death."

As he spoke, his hands subconsciously clenched the hem of the windbreaker.

Zhong Xun looked along, and it was obviously stained with a lot of plaster.The back of Jiang Jian's hand was tense, and his veins were exposed.

He sighed pityingly.

If he hadn't woken up in the dead man's hotel, if he hadn't paid attention to the bizarre phenomena in this village, Jiang Jian might be living a carefree daily life of casual variety show shooting at this moment.

Maybe chopping firewood, picking tea, feeding chickens and ducks.By the way, overcome all kinds of difficulties and dangers, try to wash your clothes every day.

Rather than coping with the body's conditioned reflex while tensing up like now.

"Take it off if you think it's dirty, I'll hold it for you."

Jiang Jian suddenly heard Zhong Xun say this, he was stunned for a moment, surprised by this sudden gesture of favor, and quickly matched his own character design: "Thank you brother, I love you."

Zhong Xun: "Can you be more perfunctory?"

Obviously knowing it wasn't him, but watching him staring at that face and calling "Brother", I felt mixed feelings.

"My tone has always been like this." Jiang Jian said in a flat voice, "but my heart is true."

"Do you think I believe you? Your heart for Chen Yandong is more true than mine."

"Brother, don't be jealous."

"Don't call me bro."

Suddenly, the courtyard door was pushed open with a creak, interrupting the fruitless bickering between the two, and also interrupting Jiang Jian's words and deeds to complete the target according to the human setting.

A Song came out with a look of lovelessness, holding a basin of dirty clothes, and looked at the two of them with disgust: "Can you stop showing affection at my door?"

Jiang Jian humbly asked for advice: "Excuse me, is there any designated occasion for showing affection?"

Zhong Xun: "..."

Zhong Xun suspects that if there is any scientific love guide on the market, Jiang Jian will definitely follow the instructions one by one.

He pushed Jiang Jian into the yard, and casually threw his windbreaker to Ah Song: "Please wash him, or we will take you to sue for attempted murder before we leave."

Ah Song's expression changed unpredictably, staring at Zhong Xun who was threatening him.

The man's deep eyes are like an abyss, with inexplicable and terrifying power.He gritted his back molars, took Jiang Jian's clothes and turned to leave.

Jiang Jian stood in the yard and stopped slowly.

The dots of dark color on the ground extended from the house door to the courtyard door, and he looked along. Zhong Xun stepped across the threshold of the courtyard door and stepped on the dark dots on the ground.

"What is this?" He pointed to Zhong Xun's feet.

"Water dripping." Zhong Xun closed the courtyard door, "The edge of the basin he brought out is dripping, it should be because he washed a basin of clothes before."

As he said that, Zhong Xun pointed to a rope pulled up in the yard, on which hung the young man's clothes and pants, which were gently swinging in the wind, and the hem of the clothes was dripping with water.

Seeing this, he suddenly doubted whether Ah Song could wash Jiang Jian's clothes.

"water……"

Jiang Jian walked along the trail of water droplets and stopped at the gate of the courtyard, suddenly seemed to be hit by something.

The appearance of Chen Yandong before his death came to his mind.

"Brother." He called softly.

Zhong Xun paused: "What's wrong?"

"When I left that room, I only needed to answer Chen Yandong's identity and time of death. But why didn't you ask me about the modus operandi and the murderer?"

Zhong Xun pointed his finger upwards: "Ask the program team, don't ask me."

Jiang Jian nodded: "So, since my test is a clue about this show, does it mean that the murderer may be in Qingluan Village?"

"It's not impossible."

Zhong Xun resigned himself to his fate and leaned on the armchair in the courtyard, and accompanied Jiang Jian to start the mode of the rule of law program. He watched him leisurely: "Do you know how Chen Yandong died?"

It has been a while since the test, but every corner of the hotel seems to be imprinted in Jiang Jian's mind.

"Without the autopsy and laboratory results, I can't be sure. However, there are horizontal locking marks on Chen Yandong's neck, and it is very likely that he died by strangulation."

The appearance of Chen Yandong's death was not peaceful, with obvious signs of struggle and resistance on his body and in the room, he almost ruled out the possibility of suicide when he woke up.

Zhong Xun's eyes were full of smiles.

At this time, Jiang Jian overlapped with the calm and sleepy man on the screen.

Excluding sleep time, he never focused on the environment for more than 15 minutes before and after, but he exuded the confidence that he never missed any information.

"What about the murder weapon?"

"It feels like something like a towel or a bath towel. The answer may only be known by the trace inspection department."

"Didn't you just come to the conclusion?" Zhong Xun curled his lips, "I didn't even wait for the time, so I just wrote the result by hand. You guessed it all when you were in that room, right?"

"Ah."

Jiang Jian didn't hide, nor was he modest.

He kicked the water that was gradually evaporating on the ground: "But I only realized one thing today: Chen Yandong and the murderer knew each other."

"Judging from the signs of struggle in the house, the scene of the first crime should be in the bathroom. When he was taking a shower in the bathroom, he was strangled by the murderer. While struggling, he was dragged out of the bathroom by the murderer, and finally suffocated to death on the bed."

Zhong Xun paused, and then said: "Are you trying to say that Chen Yandong and the murderer are relatively close, that's why he was defenseless against the murderer before he was killed?"

Jiang Jian frowned: "If someone breaks the door and enters your bathroom while you are concentrating on taking a shower, you will be defenseless."

Zhong Xun: "..." This assumption is really a bit bold.

"Your logic doesn't make sense." He pointed to the water marks on the ground. "The ground was very messy that day. It took me a long time to recall the traces of water droplets on the ground."

There was a row of relatively calm and regular traces of water droplets from the door of the bathroom to the door of the room, then changed direction, and dropped back to the bed one by one.

"When did you see it?" Zhong Xun frowned.

During the live broadcast, the camera will give corresponding close-ups according to the lingering of his gaze. In his impression, Jiang Jian's gaze didn't stay on the ground for a long time, at best, it just swept away.

"The first time I woke up, I caught a glimpse when I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. At that time, it was not long before the murderer left." Jiang Jian explained, "So, Chen Yandong took a shower first and was still dripping with water. Open the door for the murderer."

Little did he know that he ushered in an executioner.

"If the murderer is in Qingluan Village, then he probably had contact with and knew Chen Yandong."

Zhong Xun: "There is another possibility."

"Someone Chen Yandong knew before was reborn in the villagers of Qingluan Village...he was discovered by him who came to collect folk songs."

Jiang Jian murmured, feeling cold fingertips and shivering.

He looked around and suddenly realized that his windbreaker was missing.

Turning his head, he looked straight at Zhong Xun.

—Where did you put my clothes?

Before asking the exit, the prompt tone of number 099 suddenly flashed.

"On the first day, there is one hour left before the settlement of the human fit, and you are still far from the passing line...a lot."

No. 099 field note thoughtfully concealed the appalling figures.

Jiang Jian's words were all stuck in his throat, and he couldn't help coughing twice, his face flushed slightly.

He has never been in a relationship, how does he know what is suitable for a couple?What's more, the other half of other people's design has not cooperated at all.

Zhong Xun yawned and got up: "I'll go to sleep first, and then I can try to find out who might know Chen Yandong, or who has been out of the village."

"Brother." Jiang Jian raised his hand slightly, and stood on the side of Zhong Xun.

"what happened?"

Zhong Xun raised his eyelids, and saw a curly hair on top of Jiang Jian's head standing up in front of his eyes.

"Where's my coat?"

"Let Asong wash it off for you."

"..."

Gritting her teeth, Jiang Jian took a step forward, looked up at Zhong Xun, and said word by word, "I'm cold."

Zhong Xun scratched his hair, and plucked the bristling strands of hair on Jiang Jian's head with his fingertips: "Come into the house when it's cold, just go in to keep warm."

Just as he was about to let go and turn around, his sleeves sank suddenly.

I saw Jiang Jian raised his hand to cover the back of his hand that fell on his head.

Grabbing his hand, he slowly lowered it and brought it to his shoulder.

"Brother, I'm cold. You should hug me at this time."

Zhong Xun choked, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The thin black shirt clings to Jiang Jian's lines, and the warmth of his skin burns his palm through the comfortable fabric.

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ps: The last chapter and this chapter have some shallow thoughts on the philosophical level, and it is difficult to list the references.

It may be that the ability is limited, and the expression is not in place, so please forgive me.Gentle discussion is welcome, and if you don't understand it, it won't affect the plot.

No matter which ontology and epistemology you follow, any paradigm has some reasonable and self-justifying parts.In addition to Feuerbach, Hegel and Marx, there is a wider philosophical world.Husserl's phenomenology, Heidegger and existentialism, structuralism, interpretivism... There is never only one way of understanding the world and thinking about problems.

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