Chapter 910

After weighing the pros and cons for a long time, Joan finally decided to gather the cloud of blood in the sky and store it in a reagent bottle to make a "wake-up potion" and label it "Betty's blood".

For the sake of safety, Joan does not plan to inject the "Betty's Blood Awakener" for the time being. After sealing it, it will be stuffed into the "Blue Ice Reagent Box" and kept refrigerated for emergencies.

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Joan was busy in the laboratory until the sun went down, until the servant knocked on the door.

"Master Vader, dinner is ready. Master Moriarty invites you to the restaurant."

"Okay, I'll change my clothes and go right away."

Joan hurriedly took off the dustproof clothes, secretly thinking about the words the servant had just conveyed, but could not deduce from it whether there were other people in the dining room besides the tutor.

With a strange mood, Joan returned to the big house, walked into the dining room to have a look, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

The tutor was alone at the dining table, flipping through the newspaper, and it seemed that the crazy half-drow woman had left.

Joan sat down opposite the tutor, and couldn't help but look at the man twice.

Professor Moriarty was well dressed as usual, with a slender and fit body supporting a spotless white shirt with a crisp collar, and the light and shadow cast by the magic chandelier above his head deepened his handsome and quiet facial contours.

The expression on Mr. Professor's face when he sat at the dining table with his legs crossed and was absorbed in reading the newspaper was like a classical marble sculpture, completely in line with what the world—especially women—has for a male high-ranking intellectual with both physical and ideological charm. perfect imagination.

The image of Professor Moriarty at this moment made it impossible for Joann to equate it with the scene he saw in the hot spring bath not long ago.

Why does such a wise, rational, talented and charming man hide so many crazy ideas in his head, and his words and deeds are often unimaginable and absurd?

He perceived so many sharp contradictions in his mentor's personality that he feared that his mentor might have shown early signs of schizophrenia.

Trying to get rid of the worries in her heart, Joan tentatively asked Professor Moriarty: "Ms. Betty, don't you want to stay for dinner?"

Professor Moriarty withdrew his gaze from the newspaper and looked up at his student, with a strange smile in his gray-blue eyes.

"When Betty woke up, she found that her cheeks were swollen and there were still clear finger marks. She was so angry that she wanted to seek revenge from Josephine, but I persuaded her to leave."

"How did you convince her to give up revenge?" Joan asked curiously.

Convincing a furious woman is no easy task.

"It's useless to reason with a woman. At this time, the only correct decision is to kiss her and stop her complaining mouth."

"And if kisses weren't enough, drain her energy with wilder love, so that she doesn't have the mind to think about anything else."

"As long as a woman feels that she is surrounded by love, she will not care much about the grievances she suffered before."

Qiao An didn't want to hear his tutor preaching his fallacies, and he couldn't tolerate his young mind, which was not very positive and healthy, being further polluted by the tutor's negative thoughts, so he quickly forcibly changed the subject.

"Uh, that's right...tonight's dishes are good! Mmmm, watermelon juice is very good!"

Professor Moriarty moved a large glass of watermelon juice that had been chilled by the servants in advance, and moved it to the students. His smiling eyes showed a touch of pampering.

Joan took a big sip of iced juice, smacked his lips, and after hesitating for a moment, he finally couldn't help but persuade the professor.

"Teacher, you don't need me to tell you that 'Phantom Dew' is not a good thing. Drinking it for a long time will make you addicted and damage your brain. Your brain is of inestimable value, so you must protect it!"

"You are right, Joan, you are better than me in this respect, and you have nothing to say about self-control."

Professor Moriarty sighed, his eyes became extremely melancholy.

"Actually, I also know that it's meaningless to have fun like this, it's nothing more than anesthesia, but in life, who isn't anesthetizing themselves?"

"I still remember that you wrote to me at the beginning of school and asked me 'what's the meaning of life'. I don't have a ready-made answer for you to refer to. In fact, I tend to think that life has no meaning at all."

"You are too pessimistic..."

The nihilistic tendency shown by the mentor made Joan feel deeply distressed. He would rather it was just a complaint from the mentor when he was depressed for a while, rather than a well-thought-out conclusion.

"Joan, pessimism is not terrible, what is terrible is that you dare not face the cruel reality of meaninglessness in life, and find all kinds of goals that seem worth fighting for to deceive yourself, the so-called 'optimists' are the most pathetic of."

"I can't understand your point of view..."

"In life, there are only two facts that can be sure."

"Which two facts are you referring to?" Joan asked curiously.

"The first fact is that we were all born involuntarily. Before forming free will, we were forcibly thrown into this world that we did not choose. Our existence precedes our essence."

"People often say that as long as we are alive, there is still hope. In life, there are always infinite possibilities for us to win. In fact, this is just an illusion of self-deception."

"The only thing we can be sure of, other than that we are alive, is that we are destined to die—this is the second fact."

"None of us know the exact date of our death. In fact, every tomorrow is in a superimposed state of life and death, half-lived and half-dead, neither dead nor alive, until finally rushing into the embrace of death."

"This uncertain state of existence, where life and death are superimposed, can only be confirmed at the moment of death. However, for a dead person, what is the meaning of certainty?"

"As you said in your first letter to me, if you add up the pain and joy of life, the final net value is often pain rather than joy. In this case, why should we live so seriously?"

"Anyway, death is inevitable, why don't we enjoy ourselves in time, extract as much fun as possible from meaningless life, and use it to fight against overwhelming pain, so that when we are dying, at least we won't lose too much money, right?"

The instructor's rhetorical question caused Joan to think for a long time.

Joan had always felt that a person like Professor Moriarty, who had a strong will and disregarded the rules of secular ethics, should be a firm and optimistic person.

However, after listening to the teacher's confession, he knew that he was wrong.

In fact, the two characters of "strong" and "pessimistic" are not contradictory.

The more this kind of "sun" personality with strong will, which emits strong light and heat all the time, which deeply infects and even worships the people around, the more it implies a huge tragedy.

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