Chapter 444 Philosopher Zombies

Twenty minutes later, Huaishi finally met the philosopher in a school in Madura.

Obviously, this is a private aristocratic middle school. Both in terms of security and facilities, it is different from the schools Huaishi has seen along the way.

Cleaner, safer, and more expensive.

Just like a noble manor, between the exquisite buildings and courtyards, young girls and boys in twos and threes are walking together on the road, talking excitedly or calmly to each other.

There are children running excitedly on the grass in the distance, chasing each other.

The beautiful breath of youth comes to my face.

While walking among them, Huai Shi and Saiyal behind him were like two incompatible aliens.

Looking around in amazement at the scene around him, Seyal looked at the appearance of those big brothers and sisters, as if he was ashamed, huddled behind Huai Shi, with his head hanging down.

Huai Shi walked calmly on campus, calmly looking around at everything, staring at the curious faces of the young people.

Even though they seem to be about the same age as me.

"so good."

He sighed softly, staring at the stretches of greenery and the white buildings, and listened to the sound of the piano in the piano room. He was a little stuttering, but he was working hard and moving forward intermittently...

Until Seyal couldn't stand the sight of people around him, he pulled his cuffs and pointed forward.

Huaishi saw the middle-aged man carrying a paper bag.

Slightly older and thinner, the man with glasses was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and suit pants. His fingers had rough knuckles and calluses from years of writing, and he was holding a bulging paper bag.

Very conspicuous.

Not because of appearance, but because of bloodline.

His sparse black hair was meticulously combed back, his pupils were dark, his complexion was fair, and his wrist was wrapped with rose beads representing the Holy Spirit...

Huai Shi did not expect that the philosopher turned out to be a Roman.

He stood next to the bench and waved to Huai Shi. There were several thick textbooks on the chair next to him. He had been flipping through them for too long, and the covers were a little bit damaged, but they were not curled. He obviously cared for them very much.

"I'm sorry, I can only entertain you here, Mr. Huaishi."

After Huai Shi and the others sat down, the philosopher was the first to speak. He looked at the two people in front of him and sighed softly as if in amazement: "I have to say that the two of them are younger than I thought, especially this one. Mr. Seyal."

Seyal was stunned for a moment.

The philosopher smiled kindly at him and said nothing more to him. Instead, he looked at the confused Huai Shi: "I already know your purpose of coming, but do you mind if I finish eating?"

The paper bag in his hand contained a sandwich that had already been eaten twice. It seemed to be made by himself, and it contained a large amount of hot sauce, mustard and raw beef that even Huaishi was a little scared of.

After asking for Huai Shi's permission, he took out the sandwich and continued to eat.

He eats very regularly, not in a hurry or in embarrassment, but calmly and regularly. He chews each bite thoroughly before swallowing it. Every few mouthfuls, he picks up the thermos cup next to him and takes a sip of tea.

Five minutes later, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth, screwed the lid of the thermos cup, and looked up at Huai Shi.

"Awaited."

"Actually, I don't mind waiting longer." Huai Shi shrugged.

"I like this kind of patience - full of tolerance and awe for knowledge and understanding, Mr. Huaishi. Such qualities are rare anymore."

The philosopher seemed happy and regretful.

"One thing needs to be explained in advance - my soul ability makes others think that what I say makes sense, even some fallacies will sound convincing."

After pondering for a moment, he explained somewhat abruptly: "Unfortunately, this effect is passive and I can't turn it off myself.

However, this kind of thing can be understood with a little thought. "

He thought for a while and gave an example: "For example - the sun today is black."

A nonsense sentence.

Huai Shi frowned. Is the sun indeed black today? Wait...

He was stunned for a moment, subconsciously raised his head, and stared directly at the dazzling sun above his head. It took him a few seconds to finally react, and he couldn't help but take a breath of air.

There is a chill in my back.

This kind of soul ability is a bit too scary.

If the philosopher does not explain it in advance, even the sublimator will be unable to prevent it.

"It made you laugh."

The philosopher sighed with a headache, "This kind of ability is always beneficial in education. Of course, the premise is that the theory I tell the students is correct. But there are too many uncertainties in this world..."

"Thanks to this troublesome soul ability, my major was originally advanced mathematics and theoretical physics, but now in order not to mislead students, I can only teach grammar in a middle school... After all, even if I say something wrong by mistake, At most, it’s just two points deducted from the exam.”

After a pause, he looked at Huai Shi seriously: "The reason why I say this is on the one hand out of honesty, and on the other hand to avoid misunderstandings - I don't think what I said is absolutely correct. Therefore, I hope you can always be suspicious of what I say."

In the silent thinking, Huai Shi felt vaguely enlightened.

No matter what, the philosopher did not have any ill intentions towards him. It would be better to say that he confessed from the beginning. Later, when Huai Shi thought about it, he could get rid of the influence of the philosopher's soul ability to the greatest extent.

"Ah, you're starting to think."

The philosopher showed a gratified smile: "Very good, thinking is the first step to survival. Mr. Huaishi, you have entered the state. I believe we will have a pleasant chat next."

"Do you need me to ask questions?" Huai Shi asked.

"No, I already know your purpose, and I've prepared an answer."

After pondering for a moment, the philosopher suddenly said: "But before that, can you allow me to ask a few questions? Sorry, this is purely out of professional habits, I always enter the state of a teacher-"

Huai Shi shrugged indifferently: "Didn't I come here to ask you to answer my doubts?"

"Then, let's just treat it as a temporary lesson."

The philosopher slapped his knees happily twice, straightened his expression, and suddenly asked: "Do you think there is any essential difference between sublimated people and ordinary people?"

"Do you mean soul, stigmata, or talent?"

"No, it's more different than these superficial things, and it goes deeper into its essence."

The philosopher shook his head: "I'm not referring to the number of sefirot and prominence of abilities, nor the heroic performance of heroes and the disgusting behavior of criminals, nor the difference in personality, but something... something closer Something that is the driving force.

It might be too obscure to say this, so let’s give an example. "

His fingers tapped the pen subconsciously. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly asked: "Do you know, 'philosophical zombies'?"

"As for zombies, I have had contact with and understood them."

Huai Shi replied that in fact, he had killed many, whether they were ghouls, people infected with werewolves, or even others. Such things always appeared in endlessly in various places, serving as cheap cannon fodder.

"No, no, this is actually a very interesting hypothesis."

The philosopher shook his head: "It doesn't mean that there is such an eternally hungry and bloody corpse waiting for food 24 hours a day, waiting to bite you and then transmit the deadly virus to you.

But suppose that there is a strange thing mixed in the crowd...

Moreover, he looks, behaves, and has the same physical structure as a normal person. "

He said: "If you poke him with a knife, he will cry out in pain. When the air conditioner is turned on, he will tell you that it is cold. He can work, talk, sing, take photos and blog, and see beautiful girls. When your face is red and your heart is beating, and when you are hungry, just like us, you go out to eat something - maybe you cook it at home, but it doesn't matter.

All in all, this thing looks exactly like a human being. "

He paused and said calmly:

"Except he has no sense of self."

"Um?"

Huai Shi frowned subconsciously, sensing something was wrong.

"Or, to be more precise - he never has anything of his own in his head."

When he said this, he raised his head and stared at Huaishi with an unsettlingly sharp gaze: "It just can't think.

It's just, not thinking.

Just like a zombie, alive, deadliving, living dead, puppet, machine, you name it... But, how do you verify whether he has self-awareness? "

Huaishi didn't know how to answer.

Even if you think about it, you can't come to a conclusion. This is just a ridiculous assumption.

Just as some extreme psychologists believe that the existence of "self-will" is just a lie of the brain, until the emergence of the soul, this theory had quite a market.

"You should know, Mr. Philosopher."

Huai Shi said: "Everything that cannot be falsified is beyond the scope of rational discussion - in other words, this hypothesis is doomed to be fruitless from the beginning."

"I know."

The philosopher nodded, "I'm just curious about this... How many people would think about it, Mr. Huaishi, have you ever thought about it? How many people would choose to become a living corpse?"

When he looked back, his eyes were terrifyingly calm, and he asked softly: "What if I told you that there might really be such living corpses in this world, even in large numbers, how would you feel?"

Huai Shi froze on the spot.

Being looked at like that made me shudder.

"You must have seen such a person before, right?"

The philosopher leaned on the bench and said indifferently: "Hearing those meaningful words, he will feel that they are wise words, and reading the nonsense stories in two celebrity biographies, he will also seem to understand the truth of the world.

If he finds something being snatched away, he will think it is a good thing. After seeing one or two articles criticizing Fang Qiu, he found the direction of his life.

He will say what others say, and he will also think that what others think is right is the truth. If someone commits a crime, he will also be filled with indignation among the crowd.

Maybe he will still appeal and feel unfair, and he will always stand on the side of the majority of people, hiding among the crowd, unremarkable...

Clearly possessing reason, but not thinking; being able to feel love, but not spreading it; learning principles, but not applying them; knowing where wisdom is, but being proud of one’s own ignorance; being thirsty for justice, yet paranoid, will be different from others Push your own things into the evil end——"

"I once felt terrified about this, Mr. Huaishi."

The philosopher calmly recounted: "I am full of doubts about this - why can't they think? Why don't they open their eyes and expose those childish lies? Do they really understand what they are doing? Do they really understand their own Are they characters? Are they really alive?"

After a brief pause, he finally asked the final question:

"——Does such a person really qualify to have a soul?"