Detective Training Manual

"Mr. Detective, please don't be fooled by the prisoners' remarks, remember your mission."

In the earphones, the sound appeared again.

Zhou Yan stabilized his mind.

"You said that these gods and gods talk about things, I can't believe it." Zhou Yan said, "So, it is better to talk about what I want to hear, such as...Why are you killing those people? "

"Oh? Murder?" The girl doubted: "Haha, make no mistake, I didn't kill anyone, they committed suicide."

"You made them suicide." Zhou Yan corrected it.

The girl lit her chin and thought for a while: "Oh, it's really strange. Every time people come here, they say, "You made those people commit suicide."

It's ridiculous, but they want to die.

Their own brains drive their hands, pick up guns, or hang ropes on the beams of the room.

This is their own will. "

"Don't change the concept secretly." Zhou Yan said.

"Yes, when the conversation goes on here, everyone will say that I have changed the concept, and I am helpless. Does everyone think that it is because they have been in contact with me for too long, which led to my brainwashing? Then I rely on it. In one sentence, such as'Go to die', and then those people are like ghosts, are they really going to die?

Do you think this kind of thing can really be achieved? "

Zhou Yan was silent for a while. In fact, he was also a little strange...Yes, can a person really be brainwashed? Do you really get out of your own consciousness because of something another person says, and then do something outside of your own will?

This kind of thing is a performance, or a bridge that only appears in movies and comics.

And does the girl in front of me really have this ability?

"So, you mean, the death of those people has nothing to do with you?" Zhou Yan stopped thinking about these questions, and he asked directly.

"This... can't be completely irrelevant to me, right." The girl thought for a while and said, "I just told them the truth."

"The truth?" Zhou Yan seemed to be a little interested: "In other words, they learned something and then committed suicide?"

"You can say so..."

"Hahaha—interesting, let’s do that, I’m here now, you tell me the so-called truth, and see if I can commit suicide."

"Of course you won't."

"why?"

"Because I'm talking about the truth, and the truth is too unbelievable, so people generally choose to believe in the reality they want in their hearts.

So in the story, the one who lifts the veil is either the smartest person or the stupidest person.

And the rest... are just the masses in the story..."

Zhou Yan sighed: "Well, don't say these messy things, just say it, you shouldn't have been chatting for a long time, and it will be bad if you don't say anything."

"Do you really want to listen?"

"Yes it is."

"Uh... okay." The girl thought for a while: "So, do you believe in fate?"

"Huh?" Zhou Yan was taken aback, he felt that this turning point was a bit blunt: "Probably believe it, I think my luck is good."

"No, no, no." The girl shook her head: "I don't mean'luck', but destiny. It's the birth of a person, the things experienced, and what kind of path he will take. These are all arranged, no one Can change."

"Oh, fatalism, most people believed this about three hundred years ago."

"It's not just that, let's give an example, such as..." Speaking of this, the girl suddenly paused rhythmically: "A book."

"book?"

Zhou Yan is very sensitive to the word "Book". After all, he has always been accompanied by a book from his rebirth to the present. He even wanted to subconsciously touch the "Detective Notes" in his pocket.

But he held back.

"Oh, book, so what?" he asked, spreading his hands.

"The fate I am talking about is as if we are all in a book... This world is a book, what you think is arranged like this in the plot of the book, and what stories you will experience is also deliberately done. Even if you met me and sat there at this moment, the words we directly said were just for the plot."

With that said, the girl stretched out her arm and grabbed it in the air as smooth as a jade.

"As people in the book, we don't realize this. Even if we do, the story needs us to be aware of it.

It's like the action I just did. Maybe it was not what I thought in my head, because it didn't make sense for me to do it, but I did it anyway.

Because I don't have our own thoughts, those of us are just an extension of the thinking in the book.

From birth to death.

There is even no life and death, no self, all the memories of birth are just additional, just to make us a flash in the book. "

Zhou Yan listened to these words...

In fact, if most people hear this, they will definitely think that this woman is mentally ill, or will be surprised, why would anyone have such thoughts.

But what is strange is that Zhou Yan didn't touch anything in his heart. He sat extremely calmly and was silent for a while...: "That's... these?"

The girl looked at Zhou Yan, but did not answer.

"Uh, it doesn't seem to be too surprising. You wouldn't mean that those people knew that they were just puppets in the book, so they committed suicide."

The girl shook her head: "Of course not. If you just hear these words, you will have no hope in life, then the person who monitors the video will have died a long time ago."

"Then how did they die?" Zhou Yan asked.

"Haha--" The girl laughed suddenly, she no longer answered, but slowly stood up, stretched out her hand and pressed it on the glass...

"You are not the same as those before." She said suddenly.

"What's the difference?" Zhou Yan raised his head. Because of the close distance, he could only look up at each other. Skin that has not been exposed to sunlight for a long time is somewhat unreal.

"You have thought about these issues~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I can see it."

Zhou Yan: "Hehe, what are you talking nonsense? How could I think about such strange things."

"Why do you think about this... Have you ever doubted this world?"

"I do not know what you're talking about?"

"Did you find something?" The girl's speech speed seemed to speed up: "What's your name? Where are you from? Why do you keep your hands in that position, in order to get them out of your pocket faster Did something come out? What's in your pocket?"

The girl stopped answering any questions. Instead, she started asking questions quickly, but she didn't give Zhou Yan a chance to answer.

So she doesn't really care about the other person's answer, she just wants to see the other person's reaction when they hear the question.

Finally... a beep.

"Mr. Detective, your time is up..."