Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 186 No Answer
After Bai He left, Xia Shou was the only one left in the room. Su Weiyu, who had been staying by his side, had disappeared.

Suddenly, there was the sound of firecrackers exploding outside, followed by the "chirp" sound of fireworks. Xia Shou walked to the street in a trance and looked up at the fireworks. He knew that a high platform supported by two wooden pillars had been built in the village at some point, and the platforms were connected by several crisscrossed hemp ropes. Below, the villagers were cheering.

At first, Xia Shou didn't understand what this was doing, but when pairs of men and women climbed up the platform and walked together on the shaky hemp rope bridges with large gaps, he immediately understood.

The purpose of this group of people is obvious at a glance, they don't hide it at all, they are just looking for excitement.

For the people in this village, any extreme sports are not exciting enough. The risk of death brought about by bungee jumping and cliff jumping cannot bring about the crazy secretion of dopamine, so more difficult suicidal activities have naturally been developed.

Xia Shou sat on the doorstep, looking at the group of people under the fireworks, in the middle of the hemp rope, tensing their thigh muscles, trying their best to maintain their balance while desperately seeking that extreme happiness.

They shouted loudly with joy. Some of them lost consciousness at the peak of happiness and fell to the ground, turning into a pool of meat. Some of them slipped and fell and suffered high fractures just when they were about to see heaven.

And if someone does not die from the fall, the people below will laugh and rush forward to finish him off, reducing the other person's pain.

Crazy to this extent, yet still human... They still couldn't see Su Weiyu.

"Humans... are so crazy..." Xia Shou raised the corner of his mouth with a bitter smile.

Even he himself didn't know how to feel about this kind of thing. He felt that these people were so outrageous and crazy, but he also felt that everything seemed so natural, or even that it should be so.

Is it really reasonable to use the moral values ​​of a mortal with a lifespan of at most a hundred years to restrain a group of people who have been repeating the same day for a thousand years?

It is said that using modern morality to restrict ancient people is too much. Then, is it reasonable to use modern morality to measure the behavior of the villagers in Yuezhuo Village?

And even though moral principles can be determined, the difference between true and false among them is difficult to discern.

There are only seven days left, but who is the imposter who has infiltrated their group?
Is memory tampering really perfect?

If there is no answer to this discernment, then this is the worst mockery that the gods have played on mortals like them. To climb up the seven-branched tree of history requires not ability and wisdom, but pure luck.

Xia Shou did not deny that as time went by, after thousands or tens of thousands of years, when the base number of people entering the village was large enough, there would always be an extremely lucky team who, based solely on unfounded guesses, would accurately smear the blood of all the counterfeits on the door and open the road to the past.

But is this really the mechanism set up by the gods? Such a bad taste.

“Unacceptable…”

"Can not accept!"

Xia Shou stood in the shadow where the fireworks could not reach with a frown, looking at the revelry of the villagers of Yuezhuo Village, and spoke with gritted teeth in a voice that only he could hear. But no matter how hard he clenched his teeth, he could not erase the feeling of powerlessness embedded in the depths of his words.

He couldn't fool himself.

They were powerless to the extreme.

Although the theory of Occam's razor and the method of identifying the secrets of life were established, they were shattered by the simple fact that "impostors can prove each other".

As long as the impostors can prove this to each other, then communication between people will have no reference value. Each of them is a separate thinker and a lonely wall-facer.

But even so, Xia Shou still refused to admit that there was no correct solution to the question given by the gods.

No... Actually, it's not that he doesn't want to admit it, but as a human being, if he admits this kind of bad and meaningless "good luck" selection, it would be tantamount to denying every footprint they left from outside Yuezhuo Village to here.

Did they risk their lives to come here just to try to get a chance to win a lottery with a probability of less than 0.01%?

…There must be a way.

There has to be a way!
If there is no way, keep looking until you find it!
Until you find death!
Xia Shou took a deep breath and began to delve into every detail in his memory, trying to find some differences.

Who could be the fake one?
Yilong and Lingxiao?
But how is this possible.

Yilong was his best friend before he traveled through time, and Lingxiao was one of the few girls who could talk to him a lot before he traveled through time. They had experienced so much together after traveling through time, and it was not easy to get to this point now.

The reason why he is still alive today is because of none of them... How could they be fakes?

So could the fake one be Wei Yu?
Xia Shou immediately rejected this idea.

If it weren't for Wei Yu, he would have been buried in the Blood Demon House long ago. Even if he survived by chance, he would have become the chief physician of the Idrisu Sanatorium. If it weren't for Su Wei Yu, he couldn't even enter the headquarters of the Blood Mother Cult.

So it definitely couldn’t be Su Weiyu.

So... could the fake be Shirakawa, or Goro?

But Brother Bai is a reliable senior, and the same goes for Brother Pang. Although he does not have such a deep life-and-death friendship with them, it is completely unreasonable to conclude that they are fakes based on this.

If the authenticity is judged solely based on the depth of friendship, then in the eyes of other teams, the people in their team should be impostors, and they should also think that all the impostors are in Lin Tiandong and No. 58's team.

In fact, Xia Shou hoped that this was the truth. It would be great if all the people in their three departments were genuine.

But this is not possible.

Moreover, if we put aside the friendship of life and death, and simply look at the rationality of existence, he and Su Weiyu are the most suspicious.

Even Xia Shou felt that his existence was too strange.

From the beginning of his time travel, he had opened up a huge gap with fellow time travelers Liu Yilong and Ling Xiao.

When Liu Yilong and Ling Xiao awakened their special powers and entered the Control Bureau normally, he woke up in Merlin's House, with the Death Recorder and pocket watch in front of him, Alice behind him, and a mysterious black shadow under his feet.

When he accidentally opened the door and devoured the corpse, the first skill he obtained was a magical skill that could reverse the entire time of the present world.

And what about Su Weiyu? No one in the world can see her, not even the seventh-level finisher, but I can see her.

Is this reasonable?

It really doesn't seem reasonable.

"Oh, I'm fake?"

Xia Shou himself was amused by this ridiculous idea.

He immediately erased the absurd idea from his mind as decisively as erasing a bad chalk drawing on a blackboard.

He wandered aimlessly through the streets, ignoring the weird and crazy behavior of the villagers around him.

He thought and tried to find the answer and inspiration that never existed in his short life experience of just over a decade.

"Xia Shou."

A familiar voice sounded in front of him.

Looked up.

It's Ling Xiao.

"Ling Xiao." Xia Shou smiled, looking particularly relaxed.

It's not a pretense. In this completely hopeless situation, just seeing a trustworthy partner is enough to bring great comfort.

Just like when an overdose of morphine is injected during the process of having one's limbs sawed off, when the pain reaches its extreme and seems to have no end, even a brief moment of relief from pain becomes particularly precious.

"You look very ugly." Xia Shou pointed at Ling Xiao and said.

Ling Xiao stared at him and smiled: "You are not much better."

The two stood half a meter apart and looked at each other. After a while, Ling Xiao turned his back and waved at him.

"Let's go for a walk."

(End of this chapter)