Chapter 910: Be dead

After measuring the pros and cons for a long time, Joan finally decided to gather the cloud of blood in the air, put it in a reagent bottle, prepare a "wake-up agent", and label it "Betty's Blood".
For safety reasons, Joan does not intend to inject "Betty's Blood Awakening Agent" for the time being. After sealing, it will be stuffed into the "Qingbing Reagent Box" and kept refrigerated for future use.
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Joan was busy in the laboratory until the sun went down until the servant came to knock on the door.
"Master Vader, dinner is ready. Lord Moriarty invites you to the restaurant."
"Okay, I'll change my clothes and go right away."
Joan hurriedly took off the dust-proof suit, deliberately pondering what the servant had just conveyed, but he could not speculate whether there were other people in the restaurant besides the mentor.
With a strange mood, Joan returned to the big house, walked into the restaurant, and secretly relieved.
Only the tutor was sitting at the dining table, turning the newspaper, and it seemed that the mad half-drow woman had left.
Joan sat down opposite the tutor and couldn't help looking at the man more.
Professor Moriarty's clothing was as decent as usual. The slender and toned body supported a spotless white shirt with a collar and a light and shadow cast by the magic chandelier above his head, which deepened the handsome and quiet facial contours.
Mr. Professor sat on the table with his legs tilted up and read his newspaper with an expression of preoccupation, as if it were a marble sculpture in the classicist style, which is completely in line with the world-especially women-for a male senior intellectual who has both physical and intellectual charm. Perfect imagination.
The image of Professor Moriarty at the moment prevents Joan from equating the scene seen in the hot spring bath not long ago.
Why is such a wise, rational, talented and charming man with a lot of crazy thoughts hidden in his mind, and his words and deeds are always unbelievable and absurd?
He realized that there were many sharp and contradictory contradictions in the character of the tutor, which made him worry that the tutor might have shown early signs of schizophrenia.
Struggling to get rid of his worries, Joan tentatively asked Professor Moriarty: "Ms. Betty, don't you stay for dinner?"
Professor Moriarty withdrew his eyes from the newspaper and looked up at his students, his gray-blue eyes with a strange smile.
"When Betty woke up, she found that her cheeks were swollen and there were still clear finger marks. She was so angry that she was going to seek revenge on Josephine, and I was persuaded."
"How did you persuade her to give up revenge?" Qiao An asked curiously.
Trying to convince a furious woman is not an easy job.
"It is useless to reason with a woman. At this time, the only correct decision is to kiss her and block the mouth that is complaining."
"If the kiss is not enough, use more wild love to exhaust her energy, so that she has no mind to think about other things."
"As long as the woman feels that she is surrounded by love, she is less likely to care about the grievances she has suffered before."
Qiao An didn't want to listen to the mentor's propaganda of his fallacies, and he could not tolerate his young mind, which was not very active, healthy, and sunny, and was further contaminated by the mentor's negative thoughts. He quickly forcibly reversed the topic.
"Uh, that's true... The dishes tonight are good! Well, the watermelon juice is very good!"
Professor Moriarty told the servant that he had chilled a large glass of watermelon juice in advance, and moved it to the student, with a smile in his eyes, showing a faint spoil.
Joan drank a large sip of iced juice and smacked his lips. After a moment of hesitation, he finally couldn't help but advise the professor.
"Teacher, you don't need to say that you know, "Hua Lu" is not a good thing. Drinking for a long time will addictive and damage the brain. Your mind is invaluable, and it needs to be protected!"
"You are right, Joanne, you are better than me in this respect, and you have no control over yourself."
Professor Moriarty sighed and his eyes became somber.
"Actually, I also know that it doesn't make sense to have fun like this. It's nothing more than anesthetizing yourself, but who is alive, who is not anesthetizing himself?"
"Remember that at the beginning of school, you wrote to me and asked me, "What is the meaning of life", I have no ready answers for your reference. In fact, I tend to think that life has no meaning at all."
"You are so pessimistic..."
The innocence tendency revealed by the tutor made Joan deeply distressed. He preferred this to be a grievance of the tutor's mood, rather than a deliberate conclusion.
"Joan, pessimism is not terrible, what is terrible is not to dare to face the cruel reality of meaninglessness in life, and find yourself deceived by various seemingly worthy goals. The so-called'optimist' is the most sad. of."
"I can't understand your point of view..."
"In life, there are only two facts you can be sure of."
"What two facts are you referring to?" Joan asked curiously.
"The first fact is that we are all born involuntarily. Before we formed free will, we were forcibly thrown into this world that was not our choice. Our existence precedes the essence."
"People often say that there is still hope as long as you live. There are always infinite possibilities for us to obtain. In fact, this is just an illusion of self-deception."
"The only thing we can be sure of, except that we are alive, is destined to die-this is the second fact."
"None of us knows the specific day of our death. In fact, every tomorrow is in a superimposed state of life and death, half life and half death, not dead or alive, until finally rushing into the arms of death."
"This state of uncertainty, the superposition of life and death, can only be determined at the moment when death comes, but what is the meaning of certainty for a dead person?"
"As you said in your first letter to me, if you add up the pain and happiness of life, the final net worth is often pain rather than joy. In that case, why should we live so seriously?"
"Anyway, it's hard to escape. Why don't we just have fun in time and extract as much fun from meaningless life as possible to fight the overwhelming pain, so that when we die, at least we don't lose too much?"
The mentor's rhetorical question caused Joan to think for a long time.
Joan had always felt that, like Professor Moriarty, a person with strong will and contempt for secular ethical rules should be a firm and optimistic person.
However, after hearing the mentor's talk, he knew he was wrong.
In fact, the two characteristics of "strong" and "pessimistic" are not contradictory.
The more this kind of "sun" personality with strong will, radiating intense light and heat from time to time, deeply infecting people around and even worshipping, the more tragic it is hidden.
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