At this moment, Du Ziming began to doubt who he was.
Wu Hui has not found any problems yet. Of course, this is purely an information gap. And it is an information gap actively created by the dominated person.
There are multiple dimensions of judgment about who a person is, soul, body, personality, memory, social relationships, etc. In fact, if you take a part of it alone, you can say it is that person, but it is just a part of that person.
In addition, there is also a matter of continuity, and the problem must be viewed as a whole from a time perspective. Otherwise, you will find that there is a big gap between you when you were a child and you when you grow up.
Dominators always like to solve this kind of philosophical problem, mainly because normal civilization usually does not encounter such things, so in daily life, a set of judgment standards that everyone is accustomed to and recognized will not be developed through practice.
So all related thinking is ultimately fantasy. Du Ziming said that he did not need to define who he was too accurately, as long as he could roughly guess his situation.
Whether the personality or soul was exchanged can be studied slowly when we go back. But at least my current way of thinking is Du Ziming's. And the ideas and analytical processes of smart people are not that different.
It’s really interesting. If I were Wu Hui, where is Wu Hui now and who could he be? Is it Du Ziming, Wu Hui, or someone else who controls Wu Ziming's body?
Or is it just part of the Master's trick to deceive me?
Don't play your cards according to the routine, just burn everything in front of you with firewood.
Of course, if it is burned, a second illusion will appear immediately. The master's routine has always been that the old sow wears bras one after another, and there cannot be only one layer.
He, Du Ziming, knows how to add multiple layers of illusions. One layer has flaws for you to discover, another layer makes you doubt, and finally reality and illusion are mixed so that you can't tell the difference at all. Unfortunately, those tricks are usually useless against Wu Hui.
The illusions created by the Master are theoretically no different from the real world, or in other words, he can directly use illusions to modify reality. A slightly weaker existence is to him a toy that has been tampered with at will, both in reality and in the past.
Therefore, maybe after burning the illusion, you can see the reality modified by the master. So, how to burn it?
Du Ziming had no intention of following the script given by the master. So no matter what, the scene in front of me must be burned, and all falsehoods must be destroyed. Prior to this, the game was just the beginning at best.
Giving Wu Hui and Du Ziming a confusing start.
"Doctor." Wu Hui looked at the doctor in front of him: "Has the report been written?"
"It's written." Du Ziming suddenly smiled and signed on the paper, and then flames flooded from the tip of the pen, burning his white coat, his face, and the entire mental hospital.
The illusion was faded from the two men by the flames.
The expressionless Du Ziming pushed up his glasses, and Wu Hui with a smirk on his face was watching his reaction.
"Soul exchange? Memory and personality exchange? Or another level of illusion?" Wu Hui asked with Du Ziming's face on his face. He looked in all directions. The two of them were in ruins. It seems that his body can turn into countless tentacles and spread out.
"Actually, you are not Wu Hui, you are Du Ziming, and I am Wu Hui." Du Ziming said seriously: "The master just made you think that you are Wu Hui."
Wu Hui: "Are you sick?"
"Hahahaha, don't you think this is fun?" Du Ziming laughed wildly with Wu Hui's face.
Regardless of whether the person in front of him was Du Ziming, an illusion, or another personality of his or something, Wu Hui wanted to hit him. But from the few words and the situation at hand, he quickly understood the situation.
At least that's what the Overlord wants them to see.
"At least, we have got the question now. It may be a brain teaser, or there may be many traps, but it is better than knowing nothing." Du Ziming stretched his waist: "I should use your face to deceive women. The success rate will be higher. Oh oh oh, use a cold appearance."
So Du Ziming immediately restrained his expression, exactly the same as Wu Hui's usual expression.
Wu Hui didn't even bother to complain about him.
"Let's explore the surrounding situation first." Du Ziming took out a pair of glasses and put them on. They were really no different from Wu Hui. The two people's spiritual power spread out and explored in the ruins.
Looking around, the ruins in front of me are desolate.
There was no living person, and they could only see the buildings they were familiar with.
This is Changqing City, the university where they are located.
It is also the origin of all stories.
The two walked forward and saw only two corpses under the ruins, one belonging to Wu Hui and the other to Du Ziming.
"There is no such thing as a magical story, a demonic game that spans the universe."
"There were only two teenagers who died in the ruins because of the disaster."
Wu Hui looked up and saw Du Ziming talking nonsense in front of his face. Too lazy to complain. Just think about the master's intention of doing this.
We can't really be expected to believe this.
"The more powerful the person, the greater the causal connection behind it. Although it can be modified, it is impossible to change it to something too different. This is how we are. Even the master cannot theoretically change the black death involved. Disease and death are the cause and effect of so many demons participating in the war."
Wu Hui analyzed silently: "So this should not be a modified past. It is a second layer of illusion. Or a copied scene and a simulated world."
"Illusion...at least this time the fire can't be dealt with." The flame ignited in Du Ziming's hand. Wu Hui looked at his diaphragm and deserved to die.
Will there be any clues on the two corpses? He squatted down to check. As a level 15 strongman, his perception ability showed many holes in this world. A large area around it can only be seen with the naked eye, and not many details can be seen.
It's like throwing something virtual into this reality. So looking at it from a realistic perspective lacks details.
Du Ziming had already started to take off the clothes of his body. Wu Hui looked sideways. It was normal for you to take off the clothes for inspection, but what the hell kind of gesture were you doing? Don't do this with my face, okay?
never mind……
Wu Hui also checked his body. There was nothing on his clothes, but apart from his abdomen, he could take out a playing card from his stomach.
A gray little king.
The clown on the card came alive and was looking at Wu Hui. You can see that the clown's face is Wu Hui's own face. It's just in comic form, not too similar.
Du Ziming dug out a king card.
The clown's face was covered with thick makeup and he was winking, looking very happy.
"This should be a very important prop to pass the level. I'll let you try it here." Du Ziming slapped his forehead and planned to use the prop, while Wu Hui's frown deepened.
