4.22-3-PM10:20

After confirming that Samantha did not contact the outside world, Luo Zhe asked that question again.

"What is the organization behind you?"

Before he finished speaking, scarlet liquid began to flow out from Luo Zhe's nose, and spiritual vision was about to appear. Seeing this, Qiao Ya held her forehead and hurried to look for sedatives.

Spiritual vision and inner eye are completely different.

The inner eye is to "rationally" contact the "truth" with a purpose. Even if the process is quite violent, it may be swallowed by the monsters in the heart.

But to use Nietzsche's will to power to explain, the root desires and purposes of all existence are conquest and expansion. This process is equivalent to expanding oneself to the outside, trying to conquer the expansion of the will of the universe.

Spiritual vision is more like the will of the universe. The conquest and expansion of the ultimate truth is not to allow Luo Zhe to possess "truth", but to dissolve him into "truth".

To completely turn into a wild beast that loses its rationality is just extremely bad in human opinion, but is it really the case?

Maybe I have always understood it wrongly, but in fact I have always been a part of the truth, but I have just been rejecting it?

Such a dangerous thought suddenly passed through Luo Zhe's mind, and he was about to lose himself and push away Qiao Ya who was trying to inject him with the medicine.

Seeing that Luo Zhe was about to go crazy, the inconspicuous electronic signal stripes flashed on the skin.

Samantha took the syringe and stabbed it directly on Luo Zhe's neck. The anesthetic drugs that were enough to anesthetize large breastfeeding organisms flowed into Luo Zhe's blood vessels. Their spiritual vision was temporarily blocked, but she still glanced at one of them.

Anesthetics are not as effective as palliative drugs, and their effectiveness is quite violent, after a few seconds.

When I came back to my senses, I had forgotten the details and only remembered that it was a terrifying thing.

"There have always been ancient hostility in people and the world."

Luo Zhe wiped his nose with his shirt sleeve and vaguely saw the subtitles of the horror movies placed with gfvnucerytkji characters.

"It's so dirty..."

Qiao Ya wiped him with a wet tissue, but she didn't know what crazy words he was saying were mostly because of spiritual vision.

Samantha: “…”

"Why is the monster that I have imaged is different from other people..."

Luo Zhe sat down and pinched his eyebrows. Whether it was the sacred monsters shouting in his mouth or the three blood-stained people he absorbed, their appearance was nothing more than various weird monsters with blood and blood.

"Because you are not in the genealogy."

Samantha lit a cigarette and started smoking. If Luo Zhe was brought back to the tissue as a sample, those taxonomists would be busy.

"pedigree?"

Luo Zhe was puzzled. Although Samantha said that because of the Spirit of Words, it was something that could not be explained clearly in magic, even if she wanted to say it, she could not tell any information about the organization, but this was probably just a lie. However, there was no shyness about the potion blood plague and the blood stainer. It was probably that in the future, when the doomsday came, these were no longer secrets.

"The evolution pathways and group catalogs of blood stainers are like dividing insects into the order of the Orthoptera, Orthoptera, Coleoptera, etc. The blood stainers also have such classifications. I don't know much, but this seems to be a very profound knowledge. Most of the people who study this are crazy. In short, they are classified according to ideological souls and other categories. The cone-shaped infinite non-circulating diffusion directory takes good people as the vertex and spreads countless scum downwards. This is probably the meaning. In fact, it is more difficult to pronounce. Sacrifice is the vertex, and destruction is diffusion, and I don't understand that."

Samantha lets nicotine roll around in her lungs and then spit it out slowly.

"Good man?" Luo Zhe held his disdain, "So good man won't get infected with blood plague?"

Luo Zhe felt extremely ironic, like a nonsensical mythological story used to deceive a few people who endanger collective interests.

"You are wrong." Samantha took a sip of cigarettes, "There are all scumbags in this world. There is a saying that there are no good people in this world, but the degree of badness is different. At first glance, it looks very logical, but to put it on the other hand, there are no bad people in the world, but the degree of goodness is different. If you use the latter to reverse it, you will find that the former is indeed more logical, while the latter is extremely inconsistent, because both are expressing the same thing, and people have a deeper understanding of evil, and everyone is essentially aspiring to darkness."

The big tree of desire uses happiness as fertilizer. As the bark thickens and hardens, the treetops are closer to the sun.

People are like trees. The more they yearn for the scenery at a higher level, the darker the roots will penetrate into.

"So blood plague will still infect the world."

Even Luo Zhe himself was shocked by his mood at this moment. Perhaps everyone had more or less such emotions, looking forward to a riot, so that he would not have to do repeated things every day and become a slave to fate, forever.

Because a person's life is not a risk at all, but a torrent that cannot be controlled. Only under the power given by the number of people, all taboos and obstacles of past morality and ethics will be broken and broken apart. Only by riding on the torrent, only.

"Who knows? The diffusion directory studies the blood-stained group very carefully. Every psychological mutation problem is meticulous. You may be a brand new scum, not in the genealogy. Other scum has their own big families. You may be the parent of a new perverted branch. If you are classified, you may be a classifier."

Samantha replied.

Qiao Ya did not agree with the two people's views, and these two bad guys seemed to be able to chat.

"Is it really good to deny everyone like this?"

"Evil is something that has never been thought about. Thinking means reaching a certain depth and approaching the root of the problem. When it comes to evil, there is nothing there, which brings the setbacks of thinking."

"When thinking falls into the abyss of evil and tries to test the premises and principles of its root cause, it will always gain nothing and destroy thinking."

"Everyone is just too confused and used to decisions made by experience and giving up thinking. This is not a shame."

"This is not a moral problem, it is just an encounter. Like hunger and poverty, people who are hungry cannot evaluate their morality, and people who are poor cannot evaluate their morality."

"The blood plague is just an encounter. You cannot deny his personality just because it turns into a monster."

Qiao Ya said.

The ash in Samantha's hand didn't have time to shake and fell on her pants. She was foolishly in her place. Everything she knew about blood plague in the past was overturned at this time.

Luo Zhe was also stunned. I have to say that even though it was the ovarian lottery, Qiao Ya was shining brightly and a little charming at this moment.

Peace arose inexplicably in my heart.

When Luo Zhe tried to look at the electronic clock on the wall and tried to see what time it was, floaters suddenly became serious and had to look away.

Unexpectedly, even in Qiao Ya's home, there was a famous imitation painting like a psychological counseling agency.

4.22-3-PM10:30

The boatman on the Volga River.
Chapter completed!