Chapter 58 Dialectical Game (3) Cognitive Paradox
The man in front of him had brown hair in a pigtail. Even though he had a serious face, he didn’t look very formal.
It is said that he is the dean of the research institute, but he is more like a fortune teller setting up a stall on the street.
This man is an acquaintance of Qiss and his only "friend". He has a relationship of interests, is tolerable despite his minor flaws, and is very useful in many situations.
"Jin Yusheng," Qisi smiled, looking into the man's eyes, "your background is indeed not that simple. You actually have the ability and capital to build such a research institute to maintain my vital signs for three years. .”
Considering that this was in the dungeon, he directly substituted into the world view presented to him by the dungeon and started to joke.
The copy integrates his personal information into the background of the story. It is twists and turns and bizarre enough, but it can be done like this.
He felt strange and funny when he thought that a guy like Jin Yusheng, who was both stubborn and clever, would meet him as an important NPC on such an occasion.
After laughing for a while, Qisi lowered the corners of his lips and said seriously: "I think given your profession, you should choose to use spiritual methods instead of trying this kind of cloning experiment."
Jin Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then looked away and looked at the researcher in a white coat beside him: "You are right, the clone this time is very similar to him. I almost thought he was back. Send him to the observation room, Observe the status at any time and report the situation.”
"So - is there a possibility that I am either a clone or the person who was sent here by a weird game?"
Qis deliberately said the words "weird game".
The forum said that under the influence of cognitive distortion, NPCs in dungeons will generally automatically block information related to "weird games".
In real life, people can hear the words "weird game", but they just understand it as the plot of a novel.
This subtle difference is enough as a test. It can be effectively combined with the micro-expressions of the surrounding people to analyze the current situation.
"It's no wonder you have such thoughts." Jin Yusheng said, "I transplanted all of your clones with a complete set of Zis' memories. He died in the game, and his last memory was randomly loaded into a game called 'Dialectical Game' '"
Qisi looked slightly stern: "You have become a player too?"
Jin Yusheng gestured to the researchers gathered around the bed: "Take him. Send it into the observation room. "
......
The observation room is a pure white room. The ceiling, walls and floor are integrated, as if made of a single piece of metal, with only one door. The door has a slim profile.
Qisi's hospital bed was placed in the middle. He was still tied up and unable to move. He could only stare at the ceiling covered with cameras.
The situation is very bad. Without weapons, his force value is at best the average level of an adult, and he cannot break free from the restraint belt.
Even if something unexpected happens, such as the restraint belt breaking inexplicably, he will not be able to escape under the 360-degree surveillance.
Chis stared at the camera, lost in thought.
There is no system interface, no main mission, and it seems that except for memory, there is no sign to prove that he is in a copy of the strange game.
Memory can be deceiving, or in other words, incomplete memory can mislead the brain. If he really died as soon as he entered the third dungeon as Jin Yusheng said, it would indeed form his current understanding.
——It fell into a box, so I had no impression of the specific content of the copy; I returned to reality in a daze, wasting the last half hour of my life in my sleep, not knowing that I was dead.
Death in the third copy is entirely possible. After all, the forum calculated that this is a high failure rate of 80%.
Two copies of past experiences, one is Gothic and the other is Chinese horror. The backgrounds belong to the past without exception.
The situation in front of me is full of science fiction colors. The background is set three years later. The style is incompatible with the weird game from beginning to end.
More importantly, based on Qisi's understanding of Jin Yusheng, that guy might have lost his mind and spent money trying to get him back from hell.
Of course, all of this may just be the evil temptation of the weird game, which wants him to blur the boundaries between the game and reality and get lost in the copy.
But it is undeniable that there is a worst-case scenario -
He is in reality at this moment, existing as a clone of "Zis".
“There are many doubts. First of all, the clone was left alone in a room and a series of searches were conducted. It does not look like the flaws that would occur in a regular research institute. And if this is a collection of evidence for a weird game setting link, that makes sense.”
"Secondly, if I die in the game, my body will die in reality, and no matter how high the technology is, it will not be able to maintain my vital signs for three years."
"Finally, I don't think the existing Science and technology can develop such perfect human cloning technology, and I don’t think scientists can study the metaphysical subject of the soul.”
Chis calmly sorted out what he had encountered from waking up in the room to now. All the doubts were quickly traced out.
“Although this copy does not refresh the main mission, there is still an implicit time limit. I will be destroyed in three days, so I need to escape from here within three days.”
“ As a clone, I am biologically human and must eat within three days. During the meal, I may have the opportunity to untie myself. Three meals a day are nine opportunities, so there is plenty of room for error.”
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As he thought this, the door opened in time and a young nurse walked in.
The nurse was in her early twenties, with curiosity shining in her eyes under her bangs, and she looked at Qiss carefully. She was pushing a cart filled with all sorts of messy things.
Qisi glanced around and saw the salt water bottle and the restraint belt, and immediately had a bad feeling.
Even so, he lowered his eyes and said softly: "Sorry, I seem a little hungry. Can you give me something to eat?"
The nurse smiled and said: "I will give you some glucose later."
"..."
Sure enough, things were not as simple as imagined, and the weird game didn't give you any chance. , any plan such as using chopsticks to hold the nurse hostage while eating, is simply impossible to happen in this copy.
For the next five minutes, Qissheng lay helplessly, letting the young nurse restrain his hands into a position suitable for hanging an IV drip, and then inserted an indwelling needle into the blood vessel on the back of his left hand.
The indwelling needle is soft and cannot easily puncture the blood vessel wall, which immediately blocked his route to use the needle as a weapon.
Judging from the performance of the nurse, there is a high probability that he will not have the opportunity to be released from his restraints in the next few days, and all the nutrients and water he needs will be provided by infusion.
As for excretion... Chiss thought of something called a "urine bag", which could help him solve the problem while being tied to the bed.
Chisi thought sadly: If it really comes to this, it would be better to die immediately.
Then he thought that in his current state, it seemed that he couldn't even commit suicide...
He suddenly felt even sadder.
Chiss asked the nurse: "Can I ask what the method is to determine whether a person has a soul? I want to see if I can work hard and try to grow a soul."
"I don't know." The nurse said with some embarrassment, "I'm an intern, I just got here not long ago."
You are really heartless, sending an intern to deal with me... Qisi cursed, and then asked: "Then Do you know the next arrangements? Are there any physical examinations or something?"
The nurse recalled for a while and said: "The director should see you later and ask you some questions."
"What's the problem?"
"I don't know."
The nurse didn't know anything about the question and pushed the cart away.
Qisi said no more and twisted slightly on the bed, adjusting to a more comfortable position.
Judging from the only contact, Jin Yusheng, as the "dean" in this situation, is very different from the one in his memory. His attitude is much colder and he does not look easy to deceive.
I just don’t know if there is much difference between thinking and behavioral patterns.
Did the copy make a complete copy of this "friend", or did it just borrow his face?
......
An hour later, two researchers in white coats walked into the room, removed the hung saline bottles, and adjusted the hospital bed into a wheelchair.
As they pushed the wheelchair out the door, Zeiss took the opportunity to glance under the door handle.
The lock installed there was not an electronic lock, but a very ordinary mechanical lock, a style he was familiar with and could be pried open with a piece of iron wire.
The researcher pushed the wheelchair through the corridors, encountering forks in the road from time to time, turning left and right.
Chisi observed the signs on the left and right with his eyes, memorizing the route.
Most of the doors looked similar, and there was no special purpose. He could only vaguely make out a small room similar to a control room.
Unlike other rooms, this room has a glass window mottled with paper marks. Through the window, you can see the huge monitoring monitor inside, and the monitoring screen divided into small panes.
Basically, as long as you can go in and do a few things and watch it for half an hour, you can roughly deduce the layout of the entire building.
Not long after, Qiss was pushed into an office-like room.
He noticed that this room, like the observation room, was painted a dazzling white and was completely monolithic with no windows.
The two researchers pushed Qiss to the desk, then retreated outside the door, closing the door behind them.
In the pale silence, Qisi carefully looked at the layout of the entire office, waiting boredly for the plot to progress.
Ten minutes later, the door opened suddenly, and Jin Yusheng in a white coat walked in.
This NPC with a familiar face sat upright behind the desk and stared at Qiss as if facing an enemy: "Hello, No. 9."
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