"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 of Demonic Paradise has been filming for a long time. Sometimes my fellow actors and actresses feel that they are really Wu Hui.

So is the actor Johnnie To.

The director expressed that he was very satisfied 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 to make sure you are not hallucinating?

"Gulu." Actor Lu Meng got her head out of actor Wu Hui's bed. She didn't know what she was doing there. She looked at Wu Hui, who was deep in thought, and asked incoherently: "What's wrong? Why are you so distracted?"

of?"

Wu Hui: "The drama hasn't happened yet."

Lv Meng's actor: "Sometimes it's really hard for someone like you who is very similar to the character to appear in the scene. The recent scenes are more magical. Be careful. There are many excellent actors who can't play the role and then go crazy.

point."

With that said, she got into the bed again and didn't know what she was doing. Wu Hui reached out and pressed her head under the bed.

My thoughts inevitably start 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 novel to Wu Hui: "Look, how does this writing sound? Readers will be confused after reading it!"

Wu Hui took the new chapter written by Du Ziming, pushed up his glasses, and made sure that no teacher came over: "Forget it, just write a novel 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 student Lu Meng appearing in the same frame as you, she will only thank me."

"Well, your proposition is something profound but cannot be proven or falsified. The thinking of subjective idealism also comes largely from this aspect of 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's no way to tell, because logically something cannot be self-falsified. For example, "This sentence is wrong." You can't tell whether it is right or wrong.

In the final analysis, a thing cannot self-deny its own existence, whether 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 will 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 cannot tell whether the world is true or false, because I am thinking, whether I am an NPC in a dream, a program in a game, or some alien test subject. 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 reveal 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 Everlasting Cult, Senior Investigator Du Ziming! We still have to prevent the first nightmare from awakening!"

"What kind of trick, Nossa, 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 been possessed by a hallucination? Or am I a player playing a game or a reader reading a novel? Or am I just a lunatic in a mental hospital?" Wu Hui's confusion was worth brushing up on.

The buzz keeps increasing.

There are only two or three meters left from the prison gate.

Du Ziming was beside him. He lost his footing and fell down. 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 make a distinction. No matter what my identity is, I have to get out of this prison." Wu Hui said.

"Beautiful!" Du Ziming pulled Wu Hui to the ground with force: "Me too, and I will go out before you."

He just got up, but found darkness around him. Just when he thought it was some new 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 credible one because it contains the most information, and all the actors and novels revolve around this one.

"Confusion value..." Wu Hui looked at his confusion value.

38.

Really high...

Look at Du Ziming again.

62. More than half higher than Wu Hui.

"What are you playing in this game?" Du Ziming asked: "Also, having a high confusion level is not a good thing, right?"

"Guess the number." the host said.

Two people each bet a number, and then everyone guesses what the sum of the numbers is. The one who is closest wins.

This is the game that Wu Hui and Du Ziming played with the host last time. But this time the host did not participate. Only the two of them came to compete. And the chips were not eleven, but thirty-eight and sixty-two.

The range of guesswork is a bit too large.

The game started. Wu Hui bet 38, and then directly guessed 100.

In other words, he guessed it was all-in.

Du Ziming smiled and bet on ninety-nine. He lost to Wu Hui. But this was unreasonable no matter how he thought about it. As a back-up player, he obviously already knew what the number was.

It can be understood that Du Ziming lost on purpose. And he lost all the confusion points at once.

He wakes up in a mental hospital.

Wu Hui, however, continued to move forward in prison, stepping 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 advance.

I looked at myself and saw a face that was a mixture of Wu Hui and Du Ziming. It was the Wu Ziming in the mental hospital.

What is true and what is false? Am I Wu Hui or Wu Ziming?

No, you don’t need to worry about what I am. Treat every time as reality, unless you find other evidence. Otherwise, your thinking is meaningless.

Wu Hui pushed up his glasses and started to move forward according to the instructions on his mobile 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 praise. I once thought of an idea, the illusion of a mental patient, novels, role-playing games, human experiments, illusions, actors acting. Each layer can combine the other layers

Explain it. Then let the reader have the illusion of "Am I reading a novel or am I reading a novel as part of an illusion?"
Chapter completed!