Chapter 29 The truth about wanting to give up

The "buckle" is the kind of place that feels comfortable on all ears and noses. The time here is always on the dividing line between dawn and early morning, and the temperature and light are just right. The air is composed of the steam of a refreshing drink and many small musical instruments, which just neutralizes the drowsiness before dawn and the sluggishness caused by a blank mind.

As for its landforms and scenery, it is unknown.

"Keep your eyes here." Asimov read the words on the white iron sign. Under the tinplate sign was a plain wooden box with a hole cut into the top. Ya stretched her head back and looked curiously. Behind the sign is a long, narrow passage leading upwards, with a locked door blocking the way.

The water was below their waists and rippling above their knees.

"Go and see if the lock is locked. Idiot." Zhi's twig said to R Supplement 32 - most of Zhi's body was still embedded in the prison ark, and only a small part followed them. But that bossy tone didn't diminish even a little bit because of the physical separation. "That's not within my scope of action, folks," the source replied melodiously. "Besides, it's definitely locked. There's no need to check. Since there's a lock on the door, the lock should be locked. Otherwise, why would there be a lock there?"

"Nonsense. If I tell you to look, just go -"

"It's locked." Ya ran back after touching the door. The newsman smiled and nodded. "Everyone. I'm afraid we have to put our eyes inside this container for this door to open."

"Oh? Then why?" Ya asked.

"Since there is a lock on the door, the lock can be opened. And there is only one instruction here. So you can open the lock by putting your eyes here. Otherwise, why is there this instruction here?"

"Wow! So that's it." Ya suddenly realized. "you are great!"

"You're showing off your humiliation." R added 32 and made a standard gesture of humility. "This is logical reasoning. And logical reasoning is within the scope of my actions. Within the scope of my actions, I will try my best to support everyone. Just as I promised within the scope of my actions."

"Logic!" cried Ya. "This is the first time I heard of it! What is that!"

"Just listen to big brother!" Asimov clapped his hands. "Come on, come on. Let's take out the eyes quickly!"

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"so terrible."

Yimeiz turned to Yicha and said. The original Olympian's tone was firm, and his eyes flashed with green light. "This is very, very illogical."

"The conclusion drawn by this contact point from the Crystal Plains and the credentials used are not supported by a sufficiently convincing calculation process. They are full of loopholes." He shook his head in disgust. "There are two terrible things happening. The second terrible thing is that they think that such a crude process can lead them to the right result. The first terrible thing is that they still want to call this process logic.

Mathematical Olympiad is logic. do you know? Whether these minds and the environment that nurtured them were created by Willy Shaw, or they were just that way. This all shows a low quality and thinking circuit. And these have nothing to do with logic. "

The devil looked at the smoking holes on the skull with a smile and said nothing.

"That's right. It's so stupid." Yimeiz grinded his teeth, rubbing out yellow sparks - as if to erase some kind of discomfort stuck in his mouth. He picked up a piece of paper and put it down again, talking to himself. "This kind of truth doesn't need to exist. Right? Right." He quickly answered it himself. "There is a lot of truth here." He finally completed his self-consistency and turned around to look again:

"That's right. We don't want this kind of truth anymore. We might as well stop here. There is no need to explore the 'buckle' and trigger the correlation there. The cost is not worth it."

"That's right." He repeated. "We have other breakthroughs that can open up calculations. 'Zhi''s exploration on the polycrystalline prison ark is an example. We can complete the switch quickly without any loss-"

Icha smiled with his teeth. Metz stopped talking. There were sparks in his eyes.

"Are you done being angry?" Yi looked at him and said.

"Carrying out unnecessary mental activities? Of course it's impossible." Yimetz answered decisively. "I'm not angry, I'm pointing out mistakes. And mistakes are very common. In an apprentice's actuarial journey, I will point out hundreds of mistakes for him. This is all related to anger, rage, and other psychological activities. It doesn’t matter. It’s the same now—”

"Oh. Then maybe I was wrong." Yi Cha said lightly, blocking Yimeizi's speech. "I realize that what I said is not valid. It's better to do this. Let's find an angry expert to identify it." He raised his hand and let the black smokey little fly land on the second knuckle of his ring finger. superior. "Dear Queen," he said to it. "Please do a brief inspection and tell me, is anyone angry here?"

"I'm angry." The little fly replied quickly. "I can get angry at any time. So you have to listen to me at all times. Honey."

"Besides you?"

"Him. He's quite angry." Little Fly said with certainty.

Yicha looked at Yimeizi with a look of sympathy that had no positive meaning. Let the little flies fly.

"It didn't say who it was." The original arcana mage said stiffly.

"But it's just the three of us here. He meant you. No loopholes."

"Yes. But I want to point out-"

"And I want to point it out. You stop insulting yourself, super-actuary. You question yourself, make privatized judgments and reckless decisions without long-term thinking. You criticize others simply because they're not smart enough - and You already knew they were not designed to reach your level. And you used the word 'terrible'."

Icha raised an eyebrow. "Need me to say more? I don't mind telling more, if you don't mind hearing more."

Metz gritted his teeth and glared at the demon. After a long time, the green light in his eyes went out, and the surface of the bones turned gray. It's like dying again.

"I admit it," he finally said. His voice was hoarse than ever before. A piece of calculation paper turned into ashes in his hands. "I did engage in that senseless mental activity. I felt very shameful."

"Energy activity."

Yi Cha corrected briskly. "Don't you think you're different now?"

Metz paused.

"Oh." Yi Cha pointed forward. "Look at this first. Then the truth about what you just wanted to give up because of your likes and dislikes - they gave away their eyes."

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"I can't see anything," Asimov shouted. They held hands to avoid the sudden loss of either of their partners. "How do we find the place we need to go and the people we need to find?"

"They will come to us." Xianning whispered.