Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Is this guy really lifeless?
Ballard, who failed in the action, received the invitation and was obviously shocked by Fu Qian's brain circuit again.

"Anyway, there's nothing for you to do. Although the probability of waiting for the target to fall into the net for the second time is extremely low, it's better than running around?"

However, Fu Qian's next question made him speechless for a while.

Although I want to refute it, this guy is really right.

In the current situation, it is stupid to continue this behavior of waiting for a rabbit, but it is really the only thing to do.

Take the initiative to attack and search the whole city?
If this method is useful, how long can this guy be made to groan for so long?
After some ideological struggle, Ballard signaled the other demigods to leave first, and Zhen sat down slowly in the vacant seat.

……

"So Mr. Green, what do you think is the point of maintaining order in such a prison?"

At first he kept a cold face and said nothing, but the next moment, Fu Qian's question made Ballard frown slightly.

This vile defector didn't continue the lunch topic, but asked questions seriously.

The meaning of order...

Whether it was Fu Qian's attitude or the content of the question, Ballard was obviously not expecting it.

And this kind of philosophical question is obviously not so easy to answer.

Under Akasha and Crystal's strange eyes for a while, Ballard pondered slightly, but did not make a sound.

……

well.

He was quite satisfied with this situation and the scene, and he was not in a hurry to urge him.

This question wasn't just for Ballard, not even for Yuan Fang behind him.

If the previous guess is true, all the people and things in front of me come from the realization of concepts in someone's will.

Then that possible fellow, there is a high probability that the Unseen Hill is similar to the existence of the will of the world.

And I need to solve the mental pollution for him.

Use the method of elimination to know that the current situation can be said to be quite pessimistic.

First of all, there is a high probability that violence will not work.

Judging from the previous two shots against the saint, any form of attack will only make the flames representing pollution more intense, making the task fail faster.

So even if I teamed up with Xiu Meng to kill all the demigods in the room, the result should be the same.

At the same time, I am now even trapped by fate, entering a future where the mission is bound to fail.

According to Yuan Fang, that ending will definitely come, regardless of his own will.

At first glance, it seems a bit hopeless.

But is it really hopeless?
Don't forget that the mission is not yet failed.

You need to open your mind, we are professionals.

If it is not based on one's own will, what about the patient's own will?
Professional psychiatrists never take the place of patients to fight against pollution. If they do that, they just replace it with stronger pollution, drinking poison to quench their thirst.

The correct way is to help patients inspire their own hearts.

……

It can only be said that the analogy of the psychiatrist inspired Fu Qian a little bit.

In fact, from just now, Fu Qian regarded every language and action he made as a communication with fellow villagers.

After all, as a psychiatrist, speech therapy is the basic way to cure diseases and save lives.

Among all these people, Ballard is undoubtedly an extremely distinctive symbol, which is why he was found.

"Are you trying to tell me that everything I do is boring and ridiculous?"

At this moment, Ballard, who was in deep thought, finally spoke slowly after glancing at Akasha.

This extra action is not too strange for Fu Qian.

Akasha mocked Ballard with similar words last time, and she even plagiarized her.

The Catherine incident still happened this time, and the probability of the same dialogue appearing is not small.

"More than that, it doesn't even make sense."

Facing Ballard's rhetorical question, Fu Qian nodded slightly, and commented quite bluntly.

"All your hard work, deliberation, and perseverance have long been doomed in the eyes of that prophet, just like an old video tape, and you are just a character with a distinctive character in it."

The concept of determinism is quite shocking to the three views of people, especially in the case of the endorsement of the existence of the prophet, it is even more lethal.

"So this is how ridiculous we are in the eyes of a foreigner?"

Fu Qian was fully fired, but Ballard calmed down and said with a snort.

"Because of this, there will be no psychological burden no matter what you do?"

"Because the seemingly lively crowd is not even a life that can be called life in essence, right?"

"No surprise, I know you all too well, but you want to know what I think?"

Nonsense, the first sentence I said just now was to ask what do you think?
I understand that Ballard may be a little excited, but Fu Qian still complained in his heart.

However, seeing that the other party was full of emotions, he did not interrupt in the end with a very adult beauty.

"It's actually very simple. Whether it's a prison or an old story, no matter how ridiculous and meaningless it looks, I still choose my current role."

Ballard pointed around.

"I am happy to see such a restaurant exist in a chaotic city, and I am willing to do all possible efforts to help achieve this-even if this effort is a pre-ordained plot, I will not be happy. Cut it by half."

"Understood, you mean to say that even if the so-called superhero is essentially a puppet on a string, you'd be happy to play it?"

"Yes."

Ballard nodded, emphasizing a sentence.

"In the so-called rotten future that the prophet sees, I think I will always remain like this."

"Maybe stupid, but being this kind of prejudice and persistence in this story is the meaning of my existence."

"Very well, I think I understand exactly what you mean."

Fu Qian sighed, but looked towards infinity.

From the start of this conversation until now, I don't know if my patient heard it, but obviously he didn't respond.

He wasn't too disappointed, this was just the beginning, and there were many ways to communicate.

It's one aspect with Ballard's philosophy salon, and then it's body language.

"There is another small problem. What if you ushered in a predetermined death? Complete death, without the possibility of rebirth, or even completely disappearing from everyone's cognition."

"...Then I would be very honored that the role I played helped maintain such an order in such a meaningless thing."

After a little hesitation, Ballard said firmly, feeling pain in his ribs at the same time.

Looking down, the sturdy mirror armor was actually pierced by a hand.

"It's an honor to bring your story to an end."

And the murderer who made the attack was saying goodbye very seriously.