I deduce that the heroine likes me [Transmigration Book]

Song Muxue clearly felt Kou Shuang grabbing her hand, clearly saw Kou Shuang pulling her to run out the door, and clearly saw the moment when she fell down.

Her dynamic vision became exceptionally good, and she seemed to be able to play it back in her mind without any notice.

Then, there was darkness.

She wanted to take another look at Kou Shuang, but she could only feel that she fell heavily on Kou Shuang's body, and she didn't know how much it hurt Kou Shuang when she hit him like this.

How is this going?

Song Muxue looked around in confusion, the scene in front of her left her no time to care about others.

She seemed to be still standing in the house, but it was a hazy darkness as far as the eye could see.

The black is mixed with gray, as if even the boundaries have disappeared.

This was the first time Song Muxue set foot in this field while awake, but her heart was extremely at ease.

There is no such place in the memory bank, but she has an inexplicable sense of familiarity and belonging.

It's like returning to... the original place.

Song Muxue walked in a certain direction based on her intuition—ordinarily, she would never let her intuition guide her actions, it could only serve as an aid, making decisions based on the results of rational reasoning.But at this moment, without any other guidance, Song Muxue could only trust her intuition.

This is in my own consciousness, perhaps intuition is the only correct clue.

Song Muxue walked forward in the vast gray and black, as if she was stepping on the ground or in the mud.She lowered her head and saw everything from her ankles down in the darkness.

She kept walking for an unknown amount of time, when she saw a figure not far away.

She was extremely cautious, and did not immediately rush up to see what happened, but slowly approached him from behind.

Getting closer, the figure remained motionless.Song Muxue finally walked around to the front of the opponent, only to find that...it was herself.

To be precise, it is a clay figurine that has grown into its own shape.The clay figurine grinned with a ferocious expression, as if it would laugh out loud when it went mad.

Song Muxue stretched out a finger and poked the clay figurine, and the clay figurine fell down.

Song Muxue saw the black air steaming up with her own eyes, and immediately swept the clay figure's body, melting it into the darkness.

Seeing such a weird scene with her own eyes, Song Muxue didn't feel scared at all, instead she continued to walk in the previous direction.

She saw more and more "Song Muxue", those Song Muxue's expressions became more and more natural, and the touch of her body became softer and more real.

Song Muxue had a hunch in her heart that she was walking towards the core area of ​​her consciousness.

But, why is he not in the core area of ​​consciousness?

With this thought in mind, Song Muxue continued walking, and then saw...a thatched cottage.

This thatched cottage is small, but in such an environment, the color scheme is too "bright" and eye-catching.Song Muxue pushed the door and entered, and saw...

a studio.

The interior space of the thatched cottage is much larger than it looks from the outside, but inside are pure white walls.There are countless paintings hanging on the walls, all of them are themselves.

The way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you cry, the way you think, the way you feel embarrassed, the way you feel pain...

People only have seven emotions and six desires, but there are hundreds of paintings here, each with different eyebrows and eyes, and almost all the expressions and emotions that can exist are vividly displayed in front of me.

Kou Shuang has painted Song Muxue, and compared with the picture in front of her, Kou Shuang's brushwork seems to be full of love.

And these are just dry records.Although vivid, there is no god.

"Did you see yourself?" A voice sounded from behind.

Song Muxue turned her head abruptly, and saw a figure standing five meters away from her, holding a picture frame in her hand, just blocking her face.There is a faint smile on the painting, as if waiting for this moment.

"who are you?"

"I'm yourself." The figure said, and pulled a picture frame from his side, replacing the previous one.

Now with some surprise.

"You are 'Heaven'." Song Muxue stared at the figure, frowning and said in a low voice.

"Don't be so serious," Tiandao changed to a picture of frowning, "Aren't you too."

Unidentified smile.

The way of heaven is too fast, Song Muxue can't see the other party's movements clearly at all, but can only see the constantly changing paintings in front of the face, as if expressing changing emotions.

It was the first time Song Muxue knew that she had such a rich expression on her face.

How did Tiandao quickly pick out the painting and grab it?Song Muxue thought to herself.

Tiandao changed into a mocking smile, and said: "I am no different from you. Isn't it equivalent to committing suicide if you want to separate yourself from yourself?"

Song Muxue frowned and didn't speak.

"Don't believe me?" Tiandao put on a frowning face and said, "Do you think you are the only one?"

"What is this place? Why are there so many of my paintings?" Song Muxue ignored the other party's question and threw out another one instead.

In this case, it is absolutely not allowed to let the other party dominate the conversation.This is one's own consciousness, one's own home field.

"It's also my home stadium. As I said, I am you." Tiandao said.

Why can you hear my heart?There was no need to ask this sentence, Song Muxue already knew the reason.

Tiandao is right, this is also Tiandao's home field.

If this is the so-called consciousness space, then most areas should be chaotic, just like this scene.Thoughts and ideas are condensed here, reborn, until they are externalized into concrete expressions.And in the quagmire of countless clear or unclear thinking, only oneself and the way of heaven can have relatively independent consciousness.

Both are essentially independent consciousness, and from this perspective, there is indeed no difference.

Perhaps the only difference between them is which one gets control of the body?

"Wrong." Tiandao said.

"Body control? You are too confident."

"The so-called consciousness is nothing more than a small closed box, which is here." Tiandao spoke slowly, holding a smile, and pacing in the house.

"When external stimuli occur, all calculation processes are carried out here. The vast unconsciousness outside the house provides several sets of alternatives, but there can only be one and only one that appears in the external window. This is the essence of 'choice'. "

I don't know where a staircase appears, and the way of heaven climbs up the stairs, slowly going up.

Following the trajectory of Tiandao, Song Muxue looked up and saw that this thatched cottage was not only bigger than expected, but also taller than expected—this is actually not a thatched cottage, and in the world of consciousness, any appearance is meaningless .

The way of heaven moved upwards slowly, and stopped in front of a window, aiming the painting of a smile at the window.

"Look, it's a smile."

Although already fainted at this time, Song Muxue could clearly know that her body was smiling.

Tiandao covered his face with that smile again, turned to Song Muxue, and said, "Aren't you smiling now?"

This smile was very soft, but Song Muxue felt a little mocking.

Is this being... ridiculed by myself?

Song Muxue touched her cheek unconsciously, and realized that she was really... laughing?

Tiandao said: "Consciousness is a lie, and you are just the most superficial illusion. You are equivalent to a 'thatched house', and I am this house."

What do you mean?

"The behavior of 'Song Muxue' is determined by many unconscious minds. Even I can't make the decision alone. Where did you steal the self-confidence when you are a sign?"

This time, Tiandao did not change the painting at all, but his smile turned into a sneer.

"You haven't been here before, so it's no wonder you're so arrogant. You don't even know that you can be replaced by anyone."

Any one, any one what?Song Muxue thought to herself, the next second, the door of the thatched cottage opened, followed by a series of scattered footsteps behind her.

Song Muxue turned her head and saw the stiff-faced "Song Muxue" who had passed by earlier walked in in line.Their expressions were still stiff, but Song Muxue noticed that the expressions on their faces gradually became vivid.

There were so many "Song Muxue" standing around him, all with the same sullen expressions on their faces.No matter which direction you look at it, you have exactly the same face, and the same angry expression.

"Everyone here is equivalent, only I am a completely different existence." Tiandao still stood on the steps, looking at Song Muxue domineeringly from top to bottom, as if looking at ants.

"As long as I want, I can even make you kill each other. Here, such a small matter is no problem."

As soon as the words fell, "Song Muxue" beside her started attacking each other.

They indiscriminately attacked anyone within their field of vision, and Song Muxue tried her best to avoid it, but she still couldn't help being punched a few times.

Tiandao laughed on the steps not far away, looking very crazy.

Absolutely can't... Let such a person have the last laugh.

What did she think of herself?What does she take me for?What did she take Shuangshuang... for? !

Song Muxue took a deep breath in her heart, bent over and walked around all "self".

At that second, she felt that she had learned many fighting skills without a teacher.She is almost determined to die, and she is only aiming at the way of heaven.

Tiandao sat on the steps with an expression of watching the show, watching the scuffle below with interest.

I don't know if he really didn't take himself seriously, Tiandao didn't even notice that he was no longer within the scope of the war.

Song Muxue climbed up the stairs, held her breath, and walked up cautiously.Tiandao is still watching the fire from the other side, looking quite relaxed.

Song Muxue climbed a few steps and followed Tiandao's line of sight to look down.At that second, she also felt a very strange disdain: just because of them, they also want to be Song Muxue?

Song Muxue was startled, and instantly realized that she felt the same way as Heaven.So in the eyes of Tiandao, is it like this?

At the same time, that window seemed to have an inexplicable attraction to him.Song Muxue looked up at that window and thought: What is it like looking out from there?

In the next second, Tiandao "looked" straight at Song Muxue, and the painting in front of him raised his eyebrows.

"You're not trapped?"

This is the end of the matter, and there is no point in lurking.Song Muxue gritted her teeth and held her breath, and rushed up the steps.

"go to hell!"

Relying on momentum, Song Muxue overwhelmed Tiandao under her body.She pinched Tiandao's neck viciously, but strangely, the painting in front of Tiandao did not fall off.

It's like... growing on the face.

Song Muxue said: "What kind of existence are you? It's just a bondage imposed on me by someone..."

If you kill Tiandao, will you be able to escape?

This is Song Muxue's battle alone.

At that moment, Song Muxue didn't have any other thoughts in her mind, she just wanted to kill Tiandao.

The truth about consciousness?How could this be the case...

Human beings are complex and beautiful, and such a conscious structure denies the possibility of personality and attributes all behaviors to randomness and unconsciousness.

But how could human beings be nothing more than that?

How could it be just that?

God, you're not really conscious.At best it's a restriction imposed by some higher dimensional being...

Since the truth of Tiandao is like this, is it really true to kill her...?

Song Muxue was briefly distracted from thinking, but it was this moment of hesitation that gave Heaven an opportunity.Tiandao turned over, but pressed Song Muxue under him instead.

The painting became hideous, and Tiandao said: "If you kill me, this thatched cottage will no longer exist. And you will collapse completely... Your beloved Kou Shuang hasn't gone out yet, what will become of you? Have you thought about it?"

Song Muxue was strangled, but she could still keep thinking.

Thinking, thinking is perhaps the biggest difference between her and Tiandao.Tiandao can only follow certain "higher rules". Even if she has abilities far beyond her own, she can't do what she should do.

Because she has no desire and no motivation.

Human beings are not just random and unconscious...!

Song Muxue felt ruthless in her heart, but somehow she found something round in her hand.She slammed it into the back of Tiandao's head with it, but when she saw it clearly, she found that it was a... grenade? !

Song Muxue didn't know the origin of the grenade, but she knew where it should be used.

She snapped the fuse of the grenade between her teeth and hurled it toward the very center of the house.

Tiandao obviously noticed Song Muxue's movements, and at this moment, he didn't even care about fighting with Song Muxue, instead he jumped down from the steps and hugged the grenade in the air.

Song Muxue stood up, gave Tiandao a cold look, and then walked towards the window without hesitation.

Following the guidance of intuition, you will eventually embark on the road of escape.

The window is very small, and we can only see a vast expanse of whiteness, and no one knows what is outside.

Song Muxue grabbed the window sill and climbed up suddenly, but did not fall.

This does not seem to be a window, but a platform, a passage.

Passage to where?

Song Muxue didn't have time to think, and hurried forward.

A warm air wave came from behind, and Song Muxue felt her legs were very hot, as if she was about to lose consciousness.

She turned her head, and the thatched hut, who didn't know whether to say it was big or small, had disappeared in an instant.

There was no way out, Song Muxue could only keep crawling forward.