Chapter 116: The Boundary Between Illusion and Reality
"No, I'm pretty sure this is true -" Priul raised his head after confirming his memory again and again, instinctively wanting to refute Brutus's point of view, but before he could finish speaking, his brows furrowed again.
One piece, "Wait a minute, how do you make sure your memory is correct?"
Brutus walked to the bedside table, picked up his notes and waved it at Priul: "You know, I have the habit of taking notes."
He tapped his head with his left index finger: "The reason why this extra memory seems quite real is because it is rich in details, which allows people to think of what they saw and heard in this memory."
But what Brutus didn't say was that his original memory of his body was only about the part about the crystallization of life. The rest were his own memories before and after he came to this world. He wanted to find a terrible thing that didn't belong to him.
So relaxing...
"Of course this is a possible situation. Because most people will also have a deeper impression of the major events they have encountered, as well as some of the things they have encountered recently."
Brutus paused, put the notes back on the cabinet, and then sat on the edge of the bed: "But if you recall what you did before and after this memory, wouldn't you find it too abrupt?
Yet?"
He raised his hand to stop Puliou's intention to speak, and motioned for Puliou to listen to him: "You may wonder how it is possible. This kind of extreme reality, just like the memories of personal experience, does not seem to be false at all.
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Brutus had no intention of selling it off, and directly told the knight in front of him his conjecture: "Because it is a lie made up of truth."
"It allows you to select real fragments from your many vague memories and orderly combine them into a logical story. It looks so real, making people full of regret, remorse or sorrow for who they were.
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"Prior, I think you must know the name of the female composer, right? Perhaps it can be further said that your relationship with her is very good, even to the point of intimacy."
"So when you learn about her death or disappearance, you will feel great regret for your inaction. And the fire may be-"
"That's enough, Brutus!" Priul stood up suddenly, and the momentum he erupted stopped Brutus who wanted to continue speaking.
He stared straight at Brutus, his lips trembled, and he was speechless.
After a while, he seemed to have calmed down a bit, but he didn't seem to want to talk to Brutus anymore and rushed out of the door.
Brutus listened to Priul's footsteps gradually disappearing into the corridor, shook his head and sighed: "This is much better than the technique in "Helen's Travels". Using false examples to fabricate the truth is far from the truth."
Not as good as the false scenes woven by real memories.”
"The expression effect of flat text is not as good as animation."
He stood up, closed the door that Priul had not closed, and then sat in front of the desk, staring at the cover of his notes: "But whether it is the lies that have not been crushed, or the lies that have been crushed by myself, they have been buried by me."
The truth deep in my heart will keep people awake at night."
"This can indeed be regarded as the real "Sleepless Night"." He leaned on the chair, with the back of his head against the top of the chair back, and spread his hands as if to let himself go. "Everyone always has something they want to forget.
Things, when those dusty memories are stuffed into a false story and then put in front of you again..."
Brutus smiled bitterly, flipped open the note, picked up the pen and began to write down what he thought needed to be recorded.
"Crossing the boundary between fiction and reality, parting through the fog of nothingness, only to find the truth that is even more difficult to face." Still thinking about this, he sighed, "When people one day discover that the truth they know is nothing more than reality.
It is a falsehood created by people with good intentions, but they find that what is hidden under the falsehood is an even more unacceptable truth."
"Then what else is going to collapse?"
Brutus suddenly regretted openly proposing a path to the truth in front of Priul, but he still believed that this was the right thing to do.
"Dong dong dong." There was another knock on the door, followed by Jefferson's voice, "Mr. Brutus, is it convenient for me to come in?"
"Please come in."
After pushing the door open, Yeverson walked in carrying a plate with cheese and a glass of juice: "I thought you and the host were still chatting so late, so you might need some drinks and desserts, so I brought them to you."
"Thank you very much." Brutus took the plate from Jefferson's hand and placed it on the desk.
His action made Yeverson a little panicked - after all, this was the job he was supposed to do.
Brutus saw Jefferson's embarrassment, smiled and patted him on the shoulder. After hesitating for a while, he decided not to ask him anything: "It's getting late, you should go to bed early. I will take this plate with me tomorrow morning."
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"Okay, Mr. Brutus. I wish you a good dream." Jefferson bowed slightly and gently closed the door when he left.
"Perhaps we should go to the port tomorrow." Brutus was planning his next trip. He planned to go and see the current situation of the slaves at the dock - of course not for some great idea of liberating the slaves, but to make a contribution to society.
There is some more basic understanding of the situation.
Although a lot of knowledge is destined to have no chance of being put to use, there are always times when emergencies arise...
"If all the experiences here are just a dream..." Brutus wanted to continue writing his notes, but not long after writing, his mind wandered again, "Then when
Will I regret that I did nothing when I wake up?"
"Although after coming to this different world, my original dream of a fantasy adventure became active again, but when I encountered many dangers, I also hesitated and wavered, didn't I?" He turned around and looked at the place where he was.
The backpack on the floor, "But-"
He smiled: "If this world is just my fantasy, why not have an adventure that looks extremely real?"
"At least in this dream, I am far away from the troubles in reality. I only need to think about today's life and tomorrow's sun."
Brutus felt that he was now stepping on the boundary between illusion and reality, but he did not want to choose to go in either direction, but planned to continue walking along this boundary.
"Even if it is a dream, it must be quite wonderful." He affirmed like himself, "Just like what I thought when I came here, to be an adventurer and do things in this world that I have never had the opportunity to do.