Chapter 293 Tang Ze: Don’t say it, you really don’t say it!
Conan pressed pause, Thomas Sindora's proud face froze on the screen, and his passionate and impassioned speech also ended.
"'Virtual reality, rebirth', this is one of the slogans of 'Cocoon'. After discovering that they may be related to the organization's research, I had some associations."
< Unexpectedly, the person sitting opposite him looked calm on the surface, like a judge who was listening to the answers and preparing to score. In fact, his pupils were shaking with lightning and thunder in his heart. Conan began to talk about his thoughts with confidence.
"Haiyuan told me that the end point of cognitive research is the power of 'wishes come true'. Joker, are you one of the victims of the organization's experiments? Although I can't figure out the principle now. Understand - you may never understand, I'd better leave this kind of thing to Haiyuan - but you should have the ability to change cognition, and even materialize the power of cognition. "You don't know what you are talking about. Conan, who said amazing words, tried hard to describe the situation he imagined, "It's like this, a virtual reality holographic game... It's a bit like 'modelling' and 'generating' in reality, this kind of feeling, right? Well, 3D Printing? It’s incredible, but looking at myself and Haiyuan’s situation, I don’t seem qualified to say this is too unrealistic..."
Karasawa's gaze shifted from Thomas Sindora's old face to Conan.
What is incredible? Your thinking ability is really incredible!
But don’t say it yet, don’t say it yet, his association makes some sense!
If the "cocoon" of this world is welded on the research line of organization, then the most likely related field is indeed the field of cognitive psychology.
Conan's metaphor is so apt, as if they couldn't figure out how to enter the cognitive world, so a group of Muggles found a stupid way to simulate a similar situation...
Entering the cognitive world, especially entering someone else's palace, isn't it like entering a virtual holographic game?
This is especially true from Karasawa's perspective. He also has a game interface, a health bar, and a fourth-dimensional pocket!
Wonderful, so wonderful!
Very good, your mind is very good, it will be mine in the next second!
After finishing his thoughts, Conan, who never got a reply from joker, raised his head and looked at the other party in confusion, and then received joker's bright eyes and pleased smile on his face.
"So, did I get the answer right?" Conan looked at his expression and asked uncertainly.
Tang Ze chuckled softly and pulled out a butterfly knife from the item list.
The butterfly knife is Kumail's usual weapon... This was set by Karasawa without permission. Hoshikawa Teru's physical skills are very average, and there is basically no weapon that he is good at, so this is what he The most common sharp weapon in the inventory.
He flipped his wrist, and the tip of the knife flew out as the scabbard unfolded.
With Conan's puzzled expression, he raised his right hand and stabbed his left wrist.
"! Don't...!" Shocked by his sudden movement, Conan reflexively tried to stop him from harming himself, and almost threw himself on the coffee table.
It’s a pity that no matter how fast his reaction speed is, he can’t keep up with Tang Ze’s speed of stabbing himself without hesitation. Tang Ze stabbed himself very solidly, and drew the knife very quickly, and the splatter of blood was almost instantaneous. It was brought out by the tip of the knife, and a few drops even splashed on the face of Conan who rushed forward.
Shaking away the stained tip, Karasawa put the bloody knife back into the toolbar nonchalantly, and then extended his wrist with a deep bloody hole to Conan.
Under Conan's shocked gaze, this real wound quickly closed and healed within a few seconds.
Soon, the injury on his hand fully recovered, with no trace of a hole left.
The blood from the wound has not yet solidified and is still dripping downward, but the wound itself has disappeared without a trace. "Are you scared?" Tangze pursed his lips and smiled. He reached out and wiped away the two drops of blood that flew to Conan's face. "But this is the real me. It's an interesting description, little detective, have you ever played with it?" A game? How about it, like those game characters who recover after a few breaths even if they are seriously injured?"
Listen to what he said, Conan is like this. Recovering from a dream, she reached over and grabbed his wrist, wiping away the blood around his wound.
That wound really healed.
What he touched was still warm flowing blood, but the fresh scars had disappeared without a trace.
"It's hard to believe, isn't it? Sometimes, I wonder if I really exist, or am I just a manufactured product or even the shadow of a delusion..." Tang Ze said softly in a vague and indifferent tone. .
"...Is this the result of an experiment? Or..." Conan looked at the intact skin on the joker's wrist in front of him, his thoughts in confusion.
It’s like a scene from some fantasy novel...
What exactly did the organization create, and what did it do to the experimenters?
Some strange ideas for various human experiments that were spawned during special periods filled his brain in an instant.
"You can think of it as a type of cognitive ability." Qing Mimi put away the Orpheus that had restored her blood. Tang Ze blinked and explained with a normal expression, "'Influencing reality with cognition. 'Yes, this kind of power does exist. "
Standing upright while holding on to the coffee table, Conan picked up the schoolbag that had slipped with his movements and looked at it from the beginning. Joker, who never showed much emotion in the end, didn't know whether to express shock or apologize first.
He seemed to have exposed the scars that the other party didn't want to show casually...
"Why is it like this expression?" Amused by Conan's little eyes, Tang Ze laughed twice and picked it up again. He poured his own soda into his mouth leisurely, "It really doesn't look like a real human being, does it?"
"Um, I..." Touching the back of his head, Conan couldn't help but Say, "Sorry, I seem to have said something I shouldn't have said..."
"What's there to apologize for?" Shrugging, Karasawa said nonchalantly, "This shows that you have done well so far, Detective-kun."
Pick up the coffee can that Conan threw away. He stood up and put it back into his hand. Tang Ze patted his thin shoulder soothingly.
"Continue on your own path. The world, at least the current world, may be completely different from what you imagined. Keep questioning, stay alert, doubt everything, and trust your own judgment." Pointed to Conan With the book in his bag, Karasawa narrowed his eyes and smiled, "How do you say that? When you have eliminated the impossible... (Except for all impossible things)"
"...whateverremainshoweverimprobablemustbethetruth. , is also the truth)" Holding the increasingly heavy schoolbag in his arms tightly, Conan finished the second half of the sentence almost instinctively.
Thinking of Tang Ze and Haiyuan’s father and mother who lost their lives at the hands of the organization, thinking of my current identity and current situation, and thinking of all the things Joker did that were different from ordinary people...
Can he really do it? Investigate the culprit of all this and put everything out of order back on track...
As Joker smiled happily, he held his schoolbag with his fingers harder and harder.
No, joker is right, if he wants to continue, he must do it...
For everyone, for himself.
The last chapter was completed yesterday, so there is another chapter [Spitting Soul]
(End of this chapter)