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Yan Shuang Fei pushed the door open and entered.The room in front of me is much brighter than the one just now. It is no longer the old-fashioned light bulb, but a row of fluorescent lamps.Yan Shuangfei rubbed his eyes, closed them and relaxed, and waited until his eyes got used to the brightness before he began to look around the room.

The room was empty, without a single piece of furniture.Yan Shuang. Fei groped to the wall and turned off the light. Although she knew in her heart that an artist would not perform a trick twice, the artist's mind is not something normal people can easily guess. If you don't try, Yan Shuang. Fei I am really worried.

Sure enough, after turning off the lights, the room was pitch black, and there was nothing wrong with it. Yan Shuang. Fei walked to the opposite side, and saw that there was an electronic lock on the door leading from this room to the next room. The lock was very strange, with only two buttons. , with "Truth" and "False" written on it.

Yan Shuangfei didn't press it rashly. She saw a few lines of small characters written in pencil on the wall: "Suppose a person is saying: 'I'm lying.' Is this sentence true or false?"

Yan Shuang Fei: "..."

Artist are you kidding me! ! !

If the answer is wrong, the door will not open, and Yan Shuangfei will be trapped here. Even if the Yan family finally repelled the artist's men and finally rescued Yan Shuangfei, but Luo Qinghan still In the hands of the artist, life and death are uncertain, and Yan Shuangfei can't take the risk.

So... is it true or false?

Yan Shuang. Fei felt very tired, it would be more enjoyable to give her a knife to test her IQ, it would be more appropriate for Luo Qinghan to answer this kind of question!

Yan Shuang Fei was sitting on the ground without any image, thinking in categories.If this is the truth, but that person clearly said that he is lying, but if it is a lie, then the person also admits that he is telling a lie, so that person should not be lying.

This should be a question that people who study philosophy should think about!Yan Shuang. Fei's scalp was almost scratched, and he was stuck in a corner. He turned around and couldn't find a way out, like a cat biting its own tail, repeating itself repeatedly.

Yan Shuang Fei usually feels that she is well-educated. She is polite and tries her best to get along with others peacefully. She strives to create an image of knowing the book and answering the ceremony. She is good at fighting. Few people can beat her in fights, and no one dares to compete with her in shopping malls. In daily life, I play chess, go to concerts, cultivate my sentiments, and play games in my spare time, but I just never studied philosophy!

Don't rush, don't rush, don't rush!

Yan Shuang Fei kept thinking about this sentence in his mind, leaned forward to look at that sentence again, and fell into the vicious cycle of whether it was true or not.

Maybe I should flip a coin... Yan Shuang. Fei thought silently, there is a 50.00% chance, under normal circumstances, Yan Shuang. Feel bad.

Philosophy Philosophy... Yan Shuang. Fei tried his best to search his poor knowledge of philosophy, philosophy should at least be able to explain it.Yes, Yan Shuang. Fei felt that this path was correct, and encouraged himself to continue thinking. However, this sentence was inconsistent and unexplainable. In this way, this sentence violated the rules of language and violated the rules. If the sentence is not true, if it is not true, then it is a lie.

Yan Shuang Fei straightened out his thoughts, and felt that it was a good idea for him to think so, so he boldly used half the probability of being correct plus his own guess that was probably feasible, subconsciously held his breath nervously, and pressed the button of lying.

The door was quiet, but it unlocked automatically after a while. Yan Shuang Fei praised himself as a genius in his heart, but after the door was opened, something seemed to fall behind the door. Yan Shuang Fei stood beside the door, bending over. Get down and pick up the gadget, it turned out to be a tape recorder.

Yan Shuangfei felt a little uneasy when he saw the recorder. While worrying about whether he had missed something just now, he turned on the recorder.

The artist's familiar voice came to mind again.

"After getting this recorder, I think you have passed the second level I set. Let me guess if you have been thinking for a long time and delayed for a long time. I am afraid that I will cheat you. Don't worry, this level is actually irrelevant. How, you can get by, I suggest you press the button of the truth to try?"

Yan Shuangfei felt as if she was being led by the nose by the artist. She felt ashamed, but she had to admit that what the artist said was not wrong.From the beginning to the end, I follow the pace of the artist, and there is no room for independent action at all.

Yan Shuangfei obeyed the artist's instruction to press the truth button, but was surprised to find that the truth button could not be pressed at all!Unexpected and reasonable, the artist will not play cards according to common sense. Didn't I already know this?Yan Shuang Fei laughed at himself.

The artist had already grasped the timing well, and when Yan Shuangfei discovered the mystery, the recording sounded again, the complacency in his tone was not concealed at all.

"Are you surprised? Are you annoyed? Do you feel that you have been tricked?" the artist asked in Mandarin, as if he wanted to show off his spoken Chinese.

"Actually, when designing this level, I also invited your little lover. As I said, this game is very simple. I brought props and arranged the scene hastily in a short time, because I caught you earlier. , did some things to your physical and mental health, so this time, I simply let you go."

If you recorded this just to laugh at my low IQ then you can fuck off!Yan Shuang Fei said in his heart.

"Okay. Don't waste time. I just want to remind you again that I won't come up with unsolvable problems. By the way, by the way, your little lover said that the probability of solving this level is based on your IQ. It's not big, so I simply let you pass. No thanks!"

so…………

Luo Qinghan, you are so dark behind your back, can I really do it!

Yan Shuang Fei went crazy.But there is also a tinge of worry, the artist's nonsense still has information worth interpreting.

First, Luo Qinghan is currently in good condition, and there is no direct conflict with the artist.

Second, the artist guaranteed that he would definitely be able to pass the level, but he would definitely not let himself pass the level for nothing like this time, and he must pay some price.

Thirdly, Luo Qinghan put forward some suggestions for modifying the game, implying one thing, that is, the artist may not only let Luo Qinghan visit her works, but it is more likely that she regards Luo Qinghan as part of the game Yes, so, eighty to nine out of ten, Luo Qinghan is the last test.

And the last point was precisely what Yan Shuang Fei was most worried about.

Reviewing the first two levels, Yan Shuangfei said that she suffered a serious psychological blow in the second level, so she pushed open the door and walked into the next room aggressively.