Watching the uncle go away, I took a deep breath, turned around and continued exploring the ghost building.
Of course I won't give up easily because my wallet hasn't been found yet...
In fact, what the uncle said just now is that "the end of science is philosophy, and the end of philosophy is metaphysics." It is a view expressed by a philosopher, including many modern scientists, who have also said similar things.
In the view of these science and philosophy experts, science is a method of exploring phenomena and laws, but it cannot answer all questions. When science encounters unexplainable problems, philosophy is needed to think and explore.
Philosophy is a speculative discipline that explores issues that science cannot explain, such as the nature and value of human existence.
But philosophy also has its limitations. For example, it involves some supernatural fields. When philosophy cannot answer certain questions, metaphysics needs to be used to find answers.
In fact, I also have my own views on this sentence.
I think this sentence does not mean that philosophy is more powerful than science, or metaphysics is more powerful than philosophy.
Rather, it says: Science has its boundaries. In areas that science has not yet reached, we must rely on philosophy to explore and guess. If even philosophy cannot explore and guess in areas, we must rely on our brains to make up for it.
What is brain supplement? Of course it’s metaphysics.
After all, ghosts and gods are things that ordinary people can't see at all, so why not rely on imagination?
Moreover, the existence of metaphysics, from a certain perspective, makes up for some things that science and philosophy cannot provide.
For example, if you are unhappy in life, science will give you a summary and analysis and list a lot of realistic things, allowing you to change your body according to these.
Philosophy will give you a bunch of psychological things, allowing you to change your spirit according to these.
But metaphysics is overbearing and will give you a bunch of numerology things to let you change your soul and destiny!
If none of these things can be changed, metaphysics will give you a final option: be a good person, accumulate virtue and do good deeds in this life, reborn as a good child in the next life, and start over...
Look, even if your life is unsatisfactory and you are already in despair, don't you feel some comfort when you hear that you can have a good pregnancy in your next life?
Therefore, metaphysics has also made a lot of contributions to social stability and harmony...
Without further ado, I picked up a handy wooden stick on the ground to use as a weapon for self-defense, and then stepped into the ghost building, which was the door of the unit where someone peeked at me just now.
The door to this unit was broken a long time ago, and there was no cover. As soon as I entered the corridor, I felt very cold, and a horrible smell filled the surroundings.
Then I went all the way to the third floor. There were three doors here. I roughly identified the direction and determined that the room with someone just now should be room 303.
Taking a deep breath, I raised my hand and knocked on the door.
Dong dong dong...
After waiting for a while, no one answered.
I knocked again.
Dong dong dong dong dong…
There was still no answer inside, but I seemed to vaguely hear the sound of someone walking softly inside.
Holding my breath, I put my ear to the door and listened carefully.
There was indeed a sound in the room, but it was very light, as if the things inside didn't want to be noticed.
Since I still didn’t know whether this was a human or a ghost, I had a plan in mind and cursed loudly.
"Damn it, this shitty place is really a ghost building. It's unlucky, let's go!"
With that said, I deliberately walked downstairs, making a loud noise, but then I tiptoed to the corner platform on the upper floor and secretly looked down.
After about a few minutes, the door was gently pushed open, and then a sneaky figure poked his head out and looked outside.
I saw this man at first glance, and I saw that he was about thirty years old, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks...
Good boy, he was the one who stole the wallet!
Moreover, this is obviously a person, not some ghost.
I immediately jumped down from the upstairs with lightning speed.
This guy was not slow to react. When he saw me suddenly appearing, he immediately shrank back and then closed the door with a bang.
My speed was considered fast enough, but still a little slow. I grabbed the handle the moment he closed the door and pulled hard.
At first I thought the door was locked, but it suddenly opened for me.
A second look revealed that the door was not locked at all, but was tied with a wire.
The kid ran into the house like a pissed-off man. Judging from his posture, he was trying to run to the balcony, so he should have jumped off the building to escape.
How could I let him run away? I rushed into the house with a quick stride, picked up the wooden stick and slashed his head directly, then grabbed the collar of the back of his neck and let him go with one more grab.
Mr. Wu was a very brave thief today. Actually, I didn't use too much force. If he was beaten to death, he would be ruined. However, this kid was also squishy and was stunned by my stick.
Immediately afterwards, I pressed his neck and back with my legs and shouted: "The wallet was stolen on my head. I have called the police. Give it back!"
Mr. Wu is very powerful and domineering these days. Although the boy is quick and agile, his physical condition is obviously not very good. I knocked him down with a stick and he couldn't move even if I held him down. He kept begging for mercy.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... be gentle, your neck is about to break... Brother, please be gentle, you have something to say..."
"Talk about your sister! Give me your wallet quickly, even if it's missing a penny, you still have your ID card!"
He said with a grimace: "What... what ID card... what wallet... I don't know... Brother, did you find the wrong person..."
I raised my hand and slapped him on the forehead, scolding him: "Don't fucking pretend to be right with me, I saw it all. You sneaked into my room in the middle of the night, and I was half asleep at the time. I thought I was dreaming about seeing a ghost, but it turned out to be your kid who stole the wallet!"
He screamed twice, and then he admitted: "Brother... I was wrong... I really have no choice, I can't live anymore... I'm going to starve to death..."
Seeing him begging for mercy, I gave him another mouthful.
"You are young, you have hands and feet, why can't you survive? You won't starve to death if you pick up rags, right? You have the ability to steal wallets, but you don't have the ability to make money to survive?!"
"Brother...it's not easy for me either. Think about it, if I had my way, could I live in this ghost building..."
The boy seemed to be crying as he spoke. I saw that he had no ability to resist. After making sure that he had no murder weapon on him, I slowly relaxed him a little.
"Stop talking nonsense and give me your wallet first, or I'll break your hand!"
"Okay, okay...the wallet is in a storage box opposite, and the money is in my pocket..."
"Take it out yourself, quickly!"
