Chapter 37 Conflict unfolds

"One of the important pre-questions of Regretology:

Why do people always want to go back to the past instead of cherishing the present time?

The answer is obvious: It is much harder to let everyone cherish the present than to turn back time. If you understand this question, you will really understand the basis of regret science, the ratio of various types of knowledge required to master it, and how to focus your limited attention on time machines, infinite loops, time travel, parallel universes, and the big world. Urgency on cancellation.

In other words, it's very urgent. "

——"Introduction to the Study of Regret"

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Eight O'clock. Asimov jumped on Willy Shaw's shoulders. A quick scuffle broke out with him. After a thump of ear cartilage and a dull thud of a blow to his jawbone, he jumped down. "I'm hungry again. Uncle Willy Xiao. I won't mess with you anymore." Asimov clapped his hands and pouted. "When you're done making trouble, give it back to me."

Willy Xiao was in a panic. But the eyes were still protected in his hands. This allowed him to straighten his back, wipe his sweat, and smile again. "Are all of them here?" Those eyes made a squeaking sound as they were rubbed in his hands.

"Does it matter? Now I think it's OK without eyes. We'll leave when you're ready to leave." Asimov shook his little hand and lay down next to the wooden box. "I forgot. What's the harm in not having eyes?"

"The bad thing is that you can't see it!" Ya shouted. "My whole body hurts! Even my face starts to hurt now!"

"That's right. The absence of vision will cause temporary disorders of other senses. And if there are no eyes, we can't see the next way. And we rely on your eyes to find the way to 'buckle'. If there are no eyes , we won't be able to find that road and return. Everyone." R added 32.

"You mean if An can't turn his eyes back, we'll all be trapped here?" Ya said in horror.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but the sleeping Wabra seemed to mutter "Idiot." But no one cared. "I'm afraid that's the case. Everyone." R Supplement 32 said softly - but it did not produce the same gentle result. This affirmation immediately made Ya excited and rushed in the direction of Weili Xiao - but she was unable to do so because she was in too much pain. Ya fell to the ground and hammered her ankle in pain. "Give us our eyes back! Uncle!!"

Willy Xiao chuckled.

"I'll give it back to you later. After you promise me to be happy now. Don't worry, little Ya'er." In any three-party conflict, at most no more than two parties can remain calm. Part of Willy Shaw's joy came from being one of them. "I can fix your brain once, and I can fix your brain a second time. So you can all be happy soon. The great Willy Shaw is here!" he declared. Very calm.

"There's nothing to worry about...Oh! I forgot." He remembered something and stepped forward to catch the little fish collector's thin legs. Lift her up and turn her knees to her back.

A fleshy tumor with facial features popped out of the crook of the knee where the buds were tightly packed together - nothing to make a fuss about, it was just a bland head on the back of the knee. Like a pearl in a clam - some clams have pearls in them, some don't, that's all. If you look carefully, you can see that the face composed of five features on the head is actually quite straight - quite likable, but it was completely distorted by the pain.

This is a bit pitiful. Also, the process of exposing the head seems unpleasant. The head on his knees went to bite Willy Xiao's hand, but he knocked him on the head instead.

Ya then yelled. It made everyone jump.

"What are you doing? Uncle Willy Shaw." Asimov sat up from the steps where the wooden box was placed, resting his chin listlessly and frowning.

"I guess someone died just now. And he/she didn't make the best use of it." Zhi said strangely.

"No one will die. Unless the flood recedes and we don't leave here, I will starve to death." Asimov touched his belly.

"It will hurt me to death!" Ya happened to shout this.

"I will lose my meaning and die. Or vice versa. Alas." Wabra spoke truthfully this time. Apparently, he was either not asleep or dead, or he could talk while asleep or dead. But it still didn't attract much attention. R supplement 32's pleasant voice followed behind:

"Don't die, okay? Everyone. According to what my commander just said, the survival of each of us here is very important. So no matter what situation you encounter, please don't die."

"I can't bear it. Brother."

"Hey. Be happy. As long as the atmosphere gets better, everything will get better."

"Who can be happy about this?" Xianning whispered.

"I'm going to—ah!" Ya made a tearing scream again.

"You are still secretly hiding a pair of eyes here. Right! I know. Because I put them in with my own hands." Unlike everyone else, Willy Xiao's voice sounded cheerful. At this moment, he had reached into the head's mouth and pulled out its eyes - he didn't know what color those eyes were yet. But it doesn't seem to matter.

Five past eight. Willy Shaw closed all his eyes in one place. "Be happy! Everyone! Even though we can't see anything yet. But please be happy!"

"We will be happy if you just put eyes on us." Asimov muttered.

"I will put eyes on you when you are happy." Willy Xiao snorted.

"Sir, do you have any solution or not?" Xiang Ning asked timidly.

"Of course he didn't." Zhu said sarcastically.

"Okay. It seems I have to show you how powerful I am." Willy Xiao laughed. "Let me show you something fun!"

He threw those eyes into the air so that they shared the same frame.

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"It's been an hour and five minutes," Metz said coldly. "According to your statement, this first type of occult story involving so-called trickery has been going on for an hour and five minutes. And according to one of Willy Shaw's ridiculous rules - any occult story should have three elements after explaining it. To unfold the central conflict and move forward in an hour and a half – things don’t go very smoothly.”

"Didn't the conflict already unfold?" Yi Cha blinked. “The paradox of eye mounting.”

"Even by his own standards, this can hardly be called an expansion. First of all, this contradiction is too small. Secondly, this is a marginal issue - just a misoperation or a technical difficulty. No. You should have waited too long here. This is ridiculous."

"That's right."

"You agree?"

"I agree that it's ridiculous. So you should laugh. I suddenly realized that you are now more proficient in these rules than me."