[Comprehensive British and American] Exchange bodies with Chaoying

Gamora didn't continue to sit by the bed, but stood up and walked to the door, leaning on the door and looking at the two of them.

She also felt that the atmosphere was not right, but nothing had happened yet, so she didn't need to intervene.

As if feeling that the silence was too embarrassing, Mo Sheng rolled his eyes and hesitated a little before asking: "Mr. Sherlock, did you see anything?"

"I can see more if you don't put a fake face on me." Sherlock looked up, coming out of reasoning.Although he was reasoning about the girl's experience just now, it doesn't mean he can't perceive the outside world.

"That..." Mo Sheng didn't know what to say for a moment, yes or no or no.

She said she trusted Sherlock, so she didn't care if he saw her true face, but she was afraid of trouble, and might be noticed after returning to her own world.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to." Seeing this, Sherlock said again, he would not embarrass anyone about it, "I just mentioned it."

After thinking about it carefully, Mo Sheng felt that there would be no trouble if other people couldn't see it, so she looked at Dawn and ordered: "Monitor."

"It's been blocked." Dawn replied that the surveillance was also blocked when she played the video - not simply blocking, but removing what needs to be removed. Simple blocking is neither safe nor easy to make people suspicious.

After hearing this, Mo Sheng raised his uninjured hand to wipe his face, and after putting down his hand, his true face was revealed.

In fact, she was not used to it because it wasn't her own face. After all, seeing a strange face when looking in the mirror was somewhat frightening, but who forced it to reality.

Sherlock took another look and nodded slightly.

True to his reckoning, he thought, more innocent than he appeared.

"...Do you want to hear my reasoning?" He asked in a deep and elegant British accent after sorting out his thoughts.

"Of course." Mo Sheng nodded earnestly. How could a Sherlock Holmes fan not want to listen to his reasoning?

"That's good." Sherlock paused, and then said at the extremely fast speed that he used to reason.

"You should be around fifteen or sixteen years old. My previous inference was that you were approaching adulthood—in view of the small size of Asians, it seems that I was right at first."

"Go to high school, study well, should be praised often, but have few friends and don't want to talk to others."

Speaking of this, Sherlock frowned, and he felt that he should not speak out about the remaining inferences.

It was an unusual reaction for him, since he reasoned with little concern for how other people would react to his reasoning, most people would not be happy anyway.

But it rarely means that he still cares. Sherlock won't say it if he realizes that his reasoning may have a serious and bad influence on others. It's not that he doesn't know the world.

"What's the matter?" Seeing Sherlock's reasoning halfway through, Mo Sheng asked curiously, and the girl was also surprised by Sherlock's actions.

"A child's life is nothing more than learning and playing. There is nothing special to say. I think you can understand what I mean." Sherlock decided to swallow those inferences and put it in a corner of the memory palace. It doesn't exist.

"I understand." Mo Sheng said, she thought that Sherlock might think that it would be meaningless to continue the deduction, and she knew best what her own life looked like, and there was nothing special happening at all.

In addition, the deduction is to have a surprise. For a person like her who is looking forward to the deduction and curious about how much it can be deduced, the deduction will lose its initial and best effect.

"What do you think of superheroes?" Sherlock asked without knowing what to think of.

"Opinions?" Mo Sheng wondered why the topic suddenly changed, but geniuses always have different ideas from ordinary people, and it's normal to jump a little bit, so he answered politely, "If you want to talk about opinions, you just like and respect them. .”

This question is not easy to answer, because the question is too big and not specific, just like the teacher said that when writing a composition, the more extensive the requirements are, the harder it is to write. You can say everything but you can't say anything.

"What do you think about sacrifice?" Sherlock continued to ask, as if he had the idea to delve deeper into this issue.

"I think the sacrifice is worthwhile if it's for the final victory, because it's inevitable." Mo Sheng answered this question more seriously.

She understood for a split second why Sherlock was asking her these questions, and was surprised by it, but only for a split second, and the thought didn't linger long enough in her mind to leave a mark.

"It must be acknowledged that there is always a price to be paid for victory. That price can be anything, and of course that includes human death."

"People are reluctant to talk about sacrifice, because the word sacrifice represents the death of their loved one for the benefit of the whole. Who would like to see their loved one die?"

"Another layer of sacrifice is voluntary, the person voluntarily sacrifices his own death in exchange for the hope of victory."

"I think such people care more about the interests of the whole. They sacrifice their ego to achieve the greater self. They are not afraid of death. They only hope that the rest of them can live happily. Even if their sacrifices may not really bring anything. , they have no hesitation and no regrets."

"Sacrifice is a noble word. People who use this word have noble morals, and they should all be praised."

"But..." Mo Sheng talked for a long time before a turning point, "But I don't like that kind of people to do such things, I don't like sacrifices."

"No one likes sacrifice," Sherlock commented.

"Yes, no one likes to sacrifice." Mo Sheng's voice weakened a bit, and she thought of the sacrifices she had seen—wars in history, salvation in reality, and her heart became heavy, "People don't want to When a loved one dies, I would even hope that he would be more selfish and consider his own interests, even though he knows this is impossible."

After all, heroes have always been like this, starting from putting on their own names to take on the lives of ordinary people, no matter what they say or what people say, they are already the heroes who have no hesitation and no fear of death.

Heroes are willing to die because they love the world, and they want to save the lives of those in distress, but are they any good in that?

They will be hurt again and again, suffer pain again and again, and even die because of it——

No matter how you look at it, this is not a cost-effective thing.

But they are heroes, because they are full of respect for life, so they would rather sacrifice their lives and use their own deaths to save others unconditionally.

This is a heroic act with great fearlessness and great love, which is why they are loved and admired by so many people.

"But living is the premise of everything. Even if the whole benefits, but for those individuals who care about sacrifices, do they benefit?"

That's why Mo Sheng doesn't like sacrifices. Heroes have no obligation to save the world, so they don't have to work so hard.

Hey, leave yourself some way out, my dear heroes, this world cannot live without you, the world still needs you.

But they are sacrificed precisely because the world needs them.

"I don't think so, the impact of death is huge, in every way."

Death is an unavoidable topic for any creature.Fear aspires to hate fear fearlessness peace, you can see the most complex and contradictory attitudes in matters related to death, which is also the meaning of death.

Silence, what spread in the air was still silence.

Mo Sheng thought that Sherlock must have deduced something else, something she didn't even realize, otherwise why would she ask her such a question?

Oh, yes, she doesn't know why, and she doesn't want to know why. If she doesn't think about it, she just pretends that it doesn't exist and hasn't been discovered by herself. Anyway, she's just answering a common question, right?

Then Sherlock asked some more questions. Mo Sheng couldn't remember the specifics. She only remembered that after she finished answering the question about sacrifice, she felt that something was wrong with her, and she fell into the same serious situation as the previous time. In a false state of chaos.

Mo Sheng also didn't know when Sherlock left the room. She lay on the bed in a daze, as if she had said to Gamora, "I'll sleep for a while", and then fell into dreamland again.

She may or may not have 'dreamed' something.

Many people died in front of themselves, many people looked at themselves with regret, and many people shouted loudly...

Mo Sheng tried hard to see their faces clearly, but all she could see was a white mist, and all she could see clearly were hazy figures.

But she knew that she should know them. After all, they felt so familiar to her, as if they had known them for a long, long time and they had many bonds.

Ah, I'm so sad all of a sudden, I'm so sad that I want to shed tears, why is this happening?Why should I be sad?

Mo Sheng couldn't figure it out, she was immersed in a half-real dream, she wanted to prevent those people from dying, she wanted to change the bad things that would happen, but she failed.

At the end of the dream, she was leaning against a tombstone, looking at the white flowers placed there and weeping.

"I'm sorry... I should work harder, I'm sorry...you will live better without me, I'm sorry..."

"This is all my fault..."

Mo Sheng glanced at the tombstone she was leaning on with tears in her eyes, and this glance made her brain go blank with horror.

——Because her name is on the tombstone.

And the year is this year.

(2003---2020)

"No!" Mo Sheng screamed loudly.

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