"Is this scene too messy and complicated? Do you think the audience can understand it?" Du Ziming asked Wu Hui.
"Perhaps what the director wants is the feeling that everyone is being fooled." Wu Hui pushed up his glasses.
This long-running fantasy masterpiece about the Demonic Paradise has been in production for a long time. Actor classmates sometimes feel that they are really Wu Hui.
So is the actor Johnnie To.
The director expressed great satisfaction with his casting. After filming today's scene, actor Wu Hui returned to the hotel to rest and began to think about today's scene.
How can you be sure that you are not hallucinating?
"Gulu." The actor Lu Meng got his head out of actor Wu Hui's bed, not knowing what he was doing in front of him. She looked at Wu Hui, who was deep in thought, and asked inarticulately, "What's wrong? Why are you so distracted?"
Wu Hui: "It hasn't happened yet."
Lu Meng's actor: "Sometimes it's really hard for someone like you who is very similar to the character to appear in the scene, and the recent scenes are more magical. Be careful. There are many excellent actors who can't get out of the scene after taking on the role and then go crazy. point."
With that said, she got into bed again and didn't know what she was doing. Wu Hui reached out and pressed her head under the quilt.
But his thoughts inevitably started to think in one direction.
Could it be that the fact that I am an actor is also an illusion of Wu Hui?
After writing this, Du Ziming stopped writing and handed the hand to Wu Hui: "Look, what does this writing method look like? Readers will be confused after reading it!"
Wu Hui took the new chapter written by Du Ziming, pushed up his glasses, and made sure no teacher came over: "Forget it, just write in class, and write about me... And why is Lu Meng under the quilt?"
Du Ziming: "If you write about other people, they might get angry. If you write about junior Lu Meng appearing in the same frame as you, she will only thank me."
"Well, your proposition is a profound thing that cannot be proven or falsified. The thinking of subjective idealism also comes largely from this philosophy." Wu Hui said: "Since all human thinking comes from the Perception from the outside world, how do we distinguish whether this perception is true or false?"
There is no way to tell, because logically something cannot be self-falsified. For example, "This sentence is wrong." You can't tell whether it's right or wrong.
In the final analysis, a thing cannot deny its own existence. Either directly or indirectly.
"So if it were you, how would you tell the difference?" Du Ziming asked.
Wu Hui: "If you don't distinguish, you should do whatever you have to do. Descartes's interpretation of this aspect was very clear a long time ago. I think, therefore I am."
Although I can't tell whether the world is real or fake, because I am thinking, it doesn't matter whether I am an n in a dream, a program in a game, or some alien experiment. At least the fact that I am thinking about it is true, so "I" exists.
"Hmm, that makes sense, but I might be a little different." Du Ziming shrugged and leaned back on the chair.
The electric shock from the chair woke him up.
The interrogator in front of him was holding a pocket watch: "The illusion worked on him. But even after falling into the hallucination, he still didn't disclose any information."
"This is starting to get a little boring." Du Ziming yawned.
Wu Hui slapped Du Ziming awake: "Don't fall into the trap of the Sleeping Cult, Senior Investigator Du Ziming! We still have to prevent the first nightmare from awakening!"
"What kind of trick, Nosa-san, what do you think of the fantasy dream of our Dream Church? Is it real enough?" Dukan asked.
"So am I an actor who is too involved in the drama? Am I an investigator who has fallen under the spell of a magic spell? Or am I a player playing a game or a reader? Or am I just a lunatic in a mental hospital?" Wu Hui's confusion level increased. It's been increasing.
There were only two or three meters left from the prison gate.
Du Ziming was beside him. He lost his footing and fell. Then he reached out and grabbed Wu Hui's leg: "Hey, let me tell you, what setting are you in now? Can you tell the difference?"
"I don't need to distinguish, no matter what my identity is, I must follow
Get out of this prison. "Wu Hui said.
"Beautiful!" Du Ziming grabbed Wu Hui to the ground with a strong tug: "Me too, and I will go out before you."
As soon as he got up, he found darkness around him. Just when he thought it was another hallucination, he heard the host's voice.
The rules were explained again, and both Wu Hui and Du Ziming listened expressionlessly.
For them now, Demon Paradise is just one of many different memories. Of course Wu Hui thinks this is the most believable section, because it contains the most information, and all the actors and everything revolve around this section.
"Confusion value..." Wu Hui looked at his confusion value.
38.
Really high...
Look at Du Ziming again.
62. More than half as high as Wu Hui.
"What are you playing in this round?" Du Ziming asked, "Also, having a high confusion level is not a good thing, right?"
"Guess the number," the host said.
Two people each place a bet on a number, and then everyone guesses what the sum of the numbers is. The closest victory.
This is the game Wu Hui and Du Ziming played with the host last time. But this time the host is not involved. It was just the two of them dueling. And the chips are not eleven, but thirty-eight and sixty-two.
The range of guesswork is a bit too large.
Games start. Wu Hui bet 38, and then directly guessed 100.
In other words, his guess is all-in.
Du Ziming smiled and pressed ninety-nine. He lost to Wu Hui. But this is unreasonable no matter how you think about it. As a back-up man, he obviously already knows what the number is.
It can be understood that Du Ziming lost on purpose. And lost all the confusion value at once.
He wakes up in a mental hospital.
However, Wu Hui continued to move forward in the prison, taking one step outside the prison.
"Who am I?" As he continued to sink, Wu Hui, whose confusion level had exceeded 100, woke up from hallucinations one after another.
He found that he was holding a mobile phone, and on the mobile phone were the rules and victory conditions of this game in Demon Paradise.
Your mind will split into two personalities that are holding each other back. You have to find a way to break through the obstacles and reach the end of the game. You will continue to fall into hallucinations as you move forward.
Looking at himself, he saw only a face with a mixed appearance between Wu Hui and Du Ziming. That is the Wu Ziming in the mental hospital.
What is real and what is fake? Am I Wu Hui or Wu Ziming?
No, it doesn't matter what I am. Take each time as reality unless you find evidence otherwise. Otherwise, your thinking is meaningless.
Wu Hui pushed up his glasses and started moving forward according to the instructions on his phone. At this moment, his confusion level had stopped growing and seemed to have reached a peak.
p.s. The third update today, please vote, collect, subscribe, reward and give good reviews. I once thought of an idea, the hallucinations of mental patients, role-playing games, human experiments, illusions, and actors acting. Each layer can explain away several other layers. Then let the reader have the illusion of "am I in the world or am I also a layer in the illusion?" ap.
This time I feel like I can write it down a little bit.
