Chapter 500 “Cute” Stuffed Bear

Seeing Socrates' paradoxical speech, I was suddenly stunned for a moment, and the barrage that had been flooding the screen in the live broadcast room suddenly stopped.

It seemed that no one realized it until this moment.

"That's right, you haven't given the doll a name yet?!"

"It shouldn't matter if you don't have a name, right?"

"Shit! The original purpose of this game is to help the dream owner find friends. Don't you know the name of your friend?"

“It’s exciting to think about playing hide and seek with a stuffed bear who doesn’t know his name!”

"Can anyone tell me why that stuffed bear was placed on the kitchen counter in the first place? And why there are so many cuts on it? Does anyone want to chop it into pieces? Please help!"

"I always feel like there's someone else in this room..."

"Don't scare the anchor, the anchor's face is so green!!!"

Looking at the bullet screens, I touched my chin: "It's not that I'm green... Everyone, please be patient. It's past the start time of the game. It's unrealistic to start the game again. Let's do it first." Analyzing the rules of this game, naming is listed as the first item, do you think this has any deeper meaning?"

"Don't change the topic and recognize the reality... Anchor, we will miss you in the future."

Teletubbies died of murder and rewarded 10 Yuanbao in the super thriller live broadcast room: "Anchor, we had a very happy time together. You brought me an unprecedented experience. Looking back on the first time we met in the live broadcast room, I can still vividly remember the scene at that time, but now you are going to leave me like this! Not much else to say, just think of these 10 yuanbao as the funeral expenses I gave you!"

Jiangcheng veteran driver: "I didn't expect it would be time to say goodbye so soon. Have a safe journey. Buddha bless me. May there be no pain in heaven."

After scrolling through the barrage in the live broadcast room for a long time, I finally found a reliable one.

Socrates' paradox: "Anchor, the situation may not be that pessimistic. It's better for us to analyze it rationally."

When I saw Socrates speaking, I nodded immediately. At the critical moment, he was still reliable: "You say it, I'm listening."

Socrates' paradox: "Let me tell you my opinion first. I have heard about this game a long time ago. It is said that due to various reasons, only a small number of people can complete the game completely, that is, they can survive until two The hour is over. Many of them started to have various abnormalities halfway through playing. Of course, these abnormalities can also be explained by psychology. They are just scaring themselves. The jokes on the Internet are not necessarily true. What I want to say is another point. , this game was sent to the Dream Master by a mysterious person, what is his purpose? What is the Dream Master’s purpose in making this game?”

I watched the barrage of Socratic Paradox, and I was thinking: "The person who hid his ID might just do it to prank, but the dream owner plays this game to find friends. This can be seen from the help posts. "

"How can you be sure that the request for help was posted by the owner of the dream? The children's clothes on the bed in the bedroom are only suitable for boys aged five or six. It is impossible for children of this age to post on their own, so I suspect this is a planned conspiracy!" Sugra! Paradoxical barrages were sent out one after another, and the live broadcast room became much quieter: "It is impossible for a five- or six-year-old child to live alone in an apartment. He can't cook at all. When he entered the bathroom just now, you I probably didn't pay attention, but I found a razor on the sink, which means there is at least one adult man living with the dream owner!"

"A father lives with his children? Is there nothing wrong with him?"

I didn’t need to ask, someone in the live broadcast room had already asked.

Socrates' paradox: "Combined with the post just now, the problem is huge. That post does not seem to be from the owner of the dream. It should be from the adult man who lives with him! He posted the post online deliberately. Let the dream owner see it, then hide the ID, and tell the dream owner about the game as a third party, so that the dream owner starts playing the game."

Socrates' paradox is a complete conspiracy theorist, but I can't deny what he said now.

Satella, the Witch of Reincarnation: "But why would the adult man who lives with the owner of the dream do this? Since they live together, it is likely that the relationship is between father and child."

Someone else refuted in the live broadcast room.

"That's not necessarily true. Their relationship may also be that of a robber and a kidnapped person, or it may be a special perverted game. This world is full of dirty and perverted things under the darkness, so thinking must not be limited by morality. ." The performance of Socratic Paradox in the live broadcast room seems to be somewhat different from that in reality. His personality is very direct, and he uses a rebuttal and sarcastic attitude when talking to everyone, which makes friends a little speechless.

Satella, the Witch of Reincarnation: "Dreams are beyond reality. If you use realistic thinking to speculate, it is simply untenable. This may be just a nightmare of the child himself."

Socrates' paradox: "First of all, I don't know much about dreams, but I know one thing. The basis of dreams is memory. It may be wrong to speculate based on reality, but speculation that is completely beyond reality can only be called fantasy. Since there are still some of you If there is any doubt about me, then I will provide another piece of evidence.”

"Have you noticed that stuffed bear used for games? It has at least ten large and small cuts on its body. Do you know what this means?"

Halfway through the Socratic Paradox barrage, it suddenly stopped. I guessed according to the direction of his thinking and frowned: "It means a violation!"

Socrates' paradox: "That's right! It means that the owner of the dream violated the rules of the game! The person who hid his ID said at the end of the private message that no matter what the final result is, whether a friend is found or not, the stuffed bear must be burned. ! But the owner of the dream didn’t do that. Not only did he not burn the toy, he even intensified it and played many games with this stuffed bear! The cuts are the best proof!”

It’s hard to imagine that I, an adult, feel uncomfortable all over once I play this game. How can a child persist in playing such a weird game?

How much does he want to find friends? Or did he really find a friend while playing this game?

Kunlun Changyi rewarded the super thriller live broadcast room with 66 coins: "I'll give you six six! But you haven't explained clearly yet why the poster is the real cohabitant of the dream owner?"

Socrates' paradox: "If an adult man were really the father of the dream owner, would he sit back and watch this happen? The dream owner played this game not once or twice, but ten times, or even a dozen times, whether he wanted to or not. It’s too difficult to reveal flaws. If an adult man really cared about him, such a thing would be impossible! Therefore, the dream owner’s twisted childhood was probably caused by the adult man who lived with him!”

Throwing out arguments, citing evidence, and finally making a conclusion, Socrates' paradox is completed in one go: "So naming the doll has little impact. We now understand the purpose of the dream owner playing this game. We just need to understand it again." This dream should be able to perfectly decipher the purpose of an adult man letting him play this game."

I nodded. I couldn’t find a reason to refute Socrates’ paradox, but based on my experience from many live broadcasts, I always felt that the name of the stuffed bear would become a fatal loophole.

"If I can know the name the dream owner gave to the stuffed bear, maybe I can figure out part of the dream owner's personality through this name." I looked away from the live broadcast room, squinted my eyes, and looked out through the gap in the closet.

The cold light from the black and white TV reflected on the living room wall. The room was quiet and very depressing.

I tilted my head and used my discerning eyes to see through the darkness, and I could barely see the bathroom directly opposite the bedroom.

The door was open, the faucet in the bathtub was turned off, and nothing seemed to have changed.

But at a certain moment, I suddenly discovered that the stuffed bear toy that had sunk at the bottom of the water was slowly rising up. In the extreme silence and darkness, the head of the doll surfaced, and there was even a plug on its neck. A fruit knife!

My heartbeat can't help but speed up!

"Will it come to me?"