Chapter 28 Deduction

"It's only been two minutes." The Skeleton Math Mage raised his head and looked at the returning demon. "And it's your two minutes."

"uh-huh."

"You didn't fall asleep. Did anything happen that would warrant changing your plans?"

"No."

"So, what are the variables?"

"There are no variables. You were deceived. Are you angry?" Yi Cha only glanced at Metz and then looked away. "Follow me, sir."

The arcana mage followed the air vortex stirred up by the devil's robe at the optimal distance he had calculated. "I don't understand," he said. "After coming here, why did you repeatedly try to provoke unnecessary psychological activities? If you think it is necessary for me to carry out those activities. Please tell me directly why. I will make a decision after calculation."

"Those are not mental activities. Those are physiological activities. In other words, energy. Energy is power. We need power at this moment."

"That's your point of view. Take Chaint. Your point of view tells me that at times like this, I don't have to factor your point of view into my calculations. You have to know. I'm not in the position, mentally or physically, to be angry or to feel Ridiculous premise, so please don’t extrapolate in that direction.”

"Okay. It won't happen again." Yi Cha bared his teeth and smiled.

They followed a door that didn't exist and entered a long corridor connected by two chimneys. For a while, there was only the sound of the smooth rustling of the contents on the arithmetic paper being rearranged.

"The answer you just gave was a lie, part of an attempt to arouse those invalid psychological activities." After a while, Metz said firmly.

"Are you a little angry now? Great mathematician?"

"No. Invalid."

"How disappointing."

"This is also a lie."

"of course not."

"Oh. Then this sentence is also a lie."

"Yes. Now what? Angry? Funny?"

"Invalid." Yimeizi's tone changed simultaneously with the expression on his face - that is, not at all. "Do you need me to explain some simple truths? If a number was equal to one three minutes ago, then it will still be equal to one after three minutes. Your stimulation three minutes ago was ineffective. It remains the same now."

"I'm really impressed. I didn't know this three minutes ago. I know it now."

"The stimulation is still ineffective this time. As long as it doesn't interfere with our progress. You can ask as many times as you want and say whatever ridiculous things you want. Say whatever you want. I Will give you the same answer every time.

This is Mathematical Olympiad.

Mathematical Olympiad is not omnipotent, it has its limits, and it is even easy to fall into the wrong trap. But within its limits it is the only reliable credential. "

"The Mathematical Olympiad really disappoints me. I mean it for real this time."

"Still doesn't work. With Chaint."

"radish."

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According to Xieng Ning, 'Kou' is the dreamland of all traders.

"There is everything we want to get there. Dad said. That is the goal of all festival vendors. As long as we make enough contributions, we can go there. The money we make and all the contributions we make will Circulate there." Xiang Ning told him. "The 'Buckle' is where I want to be. I feel like there's a better place to save us than the Palace of the Stablers."

"Then go where you want to go first." Asimov said. He originally asked Xiun Ning to prepare an explanation speech. But the passengers were neither too skeptical nor too happy.

"The whale takes us to the 'buckle'. We will go to the 'buckle' first, and then to the 'group'." Asimov simply announced directly.

"The shift schedule remains unchanged?" Only R 32 asked happily. "As the journey becomes longer and there is an additional traveler that everyone hates, we may need to consider increasing the schedule for him - "

Paji.

The branch withdrew its long, whip-like fingers (when no one was paying attention, its number of fingers increased to five times as many as before), and a hole appeared on the messenger's forehead. The polycrystalline tumor was smashed into pieces and fell to the ground.

"I can grab the wound and accuse you. But that's not within the scope of my actions." R Supplement 32 touched his forehead and gave a standard smile to Zhi. "So I would say: How are your hands? No cuts?"

Zhi sneered. Walking to one side, he stopped trying to ask about the name he just mentioned repeatedly. Instead, seek it out through your own actions—even though those action machines are incomprehensible:

He inserted his limbs into the prison wall, as if searching for something in the polycrystalline plates that reflected light. Before long, his spine was half-submerged in the wall, and his trapezoidal dry chin rested against the wall - he now looked like a large piece of weird sculpture. It makes the whole wall scary and suspicious.

No one knows how he did it. But no one pointed this out. Either the air lacked the medium for paranoia and fear to survive, or the passengers' minds lacked such a facility.

"One of our passengers is destructively digging into our only shelter. Everyone. If he digs for another year and three months, this prison ark will leak and sink." R added 32 melodiously. said. "requires attention."

"The walls here are really thick," Asimov said.

Not long ago they were having a heated argument about where to sail, but now they seemed to have lost interest in the matter at the same time. The merchant's son and the girl from the fish-picking village stopped their unilateral beating and were beaten because of the elder's awakening. Wabra seemed dead—or just not dead. R Supplement 32 made several remarks on this which were entirely unmistakable and therefore absolutely useless.

"Where is the whale?" Ya asked, raising his neck.

Asimov asked her to come over and stick her eyes to a tube.

"Oh. I saw it." Ya twisted her head this way and that, trying to make the eye sockets completely match the mouth of the tube.

"They're like commas," she said. "Commas on wavy paper - lots of commas. I've never seen such big commas. And fish like this. Why don't we ever pick up fish like this at the beach? Never see them in the water, either." Where did it come from?”

She soon found the answer herself.

"You called them. From the dust." Ya turned his head to look at Xianning and chuckled. "You're really awesome."

"No..." Xiang Ning clenched a pipe and stared at the ground. The voice became as quiet as before.

"I said you were great. You are great," Ya said. "I won't fight with you now. Because you called whales made of dust. And they won't melt in the water." As if remembering something, she squatted down beside him and looked over with two red eyes: "You Can you talk to me? What were you trying to tell me before? "

"I think……"

"What?"

"I want to ask you..."

"What?"

"I want to ask." Xiang Ning squeezed the tube loudly. He seemed to have finally mustered up the courage and pointed at Ya's leg: "Why is there a head on your knee?"