I looked at Zhou Yuan: "I don't think you don't."

"But I can't satisfy the people around me." Zhou Yuan couldn't hear the joy and anger in his tone. "I thought I had chosen a path that would allow me to earn more quickly in a short period of time, but no matter how hard I work, I can't make myself better. I originally thought I could make myself better through Lan Ruo, but it turned out to be a mirror and water. My mother was right. Maybe I was really not a qualified son."

I heard him say it more and more unreliable. It was obvious that he had completely denied himself. "Don't think so, we all think you are very good. You are very nice, hardworking, and very popular. Otherwise, how could we come to see you? Even the director said he wanted to see you."

Zhou Yuan shook his head: "It's not what you thought, I'll show you something."

Zhou Yuan said as he started taking off his T-shirt.

"Hey, why are you doing? Don't be a hooligan!" I saw his movements getting weirder and stranger, and he was about to stop them, but suddenly saw a terrible scene:

There were wounds on Zhou Yuan's body, each wound was at least ten centimeters long, covering his chest, abdomen, and sides of his ribs. Each wound was at least two or three centimeters deep! In order not to turn these wounds out, they were sewn with needles and threads, just like suturing the wounds after surgery, but the sutured one by one was made of ordinary needles and threads. The entire wound was scabbed, but it looked very scary. Zhou Yuan took off his shirt and was completely a walking zombie, just like a zombie in Resident Evil.

"Oh my God! What's wrong with you!" The first word I thought of is self-harm. Many people with great mental stress will do this, but such wounds will only be very shallow, because even the deeper the pain will make them stop.

Liu Shuai looked at Zhou Yuan's upper body and was so surprised that he didn't close his mouth. After a long time, he said, "Are you crazy? Call an ambulance!"

Zhou Yuan looked at us with a wry smile and waved his hand. This action caused the wounds on his body. Some of the wounds pulled the sutures next to him: "I found something that as long as I don't want to, I won't feel the pain, not only mentally, but also physically. My mother said those words to me just now. I used to be very uncomfortable and wanted to die, but now I am just a conditioned reflex answer, and I don't feel any pain in my heart. I have cut so many knives on my body, and as long as I don't want to, I don't feel anything. Even as long as I am willing, I won't stay a drop of blood. If you don't believe me, you can see--"

Zhou Yuan picked up the knife from the coffee table and slashed it at his stomach. I was frightened and quickly grabbed the knife, "Tell me, trust me!"

Zhou Yuan, who was taken away from the knife, did not resist and continued to sit on the small stool. I looked at his upper body and felt pain. I quickly handed him the T-shirt: "Put it on, don't - catch a cold."

Zhou Yuan put it on obediently, and was as obedient as a little rabbit: "Look, Sun Wukong has the ability to be indestructible with copper heads and iron arms, and is not afraid of knife cutting. Although I don't have this ability, I don't hurt when I cut it."

"What's going on?" I came back to my senses and asked Liu Shuai.

"There is no greater sorrow than death of the heart." Liu Shuai sighed, "I used to think that this was an empty word. Now I understand. The so-called death of the heart means that the soul is dead. Now his soul is gone, and his body is still alive, but he has no connection with the soul. The whole person is too rational, like a machine, and his reactions are feedback based on the experience methods learned over the years. Over time, he will learn to control his nerves and body by himself, so he can feel pain now. When I heard that the Buddha cuts flesh and feeds the eagle, he always felt that it was nonsense and painful, but he understood this way. If the Buddha cultivated to the state of being neither born nor destroyed, not dirty or clean, and has controlled the nerves of the body as the heart, then there would be no pain at all."

"So, has Zhou Yuan become a Buddha?" I thought this conclusion was strange.

"No, on the contrary, this situation is very dangerous. Soul, ties, fear and other factors are necessary for a person to survive. Now Zhou Yuan does not have these, and it is very dangerous at any time." Liu Shuai saw that I didn't understand. Zhou Yuan wanted to listen to him again, and he also didn't listen to him. Continue to explain, "For example, I ask you, will a computer be afraid of shutting down?"

"Not"

"Will a computer be afraid of being replaced with graphics cards and turn on the chassis?"

"Not"

"Why?"

"Because he doesn't know it hurts. No, because he doesn't have a sensor, nor, because he, um, because he is a machine himself."

Liu Shuai looked at me with a smile, "Then tell me, what is the fundamental difference between humans and machines?"

I looked at him and I never thought about this philosophical issue: "How can I know that you are R&D, I am a product manager."

"Actually, you know, you told me, but you forgot it." Liu Shuai looked at me and also looked at Zhou Yuan, "Because computers do not have the concept of death, but people have it."

Well, I seem to have said this fallacy when I was having a meal and fucked, but I didn’t expect that he would care about it.

"Living to death" Liu Shuai lowered his head and thought, "I couldn't understand it before, but now I figured it out. If there was no fear of death, there would be no attachment to life. If—" Liu Shuai continued to look up at Zhou Yuan, "If there was no resistance to pain, there would be no pursuit of happiness. If the body could not feel the threatening reaction to life, how could there be fear of death and resistance to pain, so that there would be no happiness and the desire to survive."

The more I heard it, the more I felt like I had entered a deep pit. I felt that Zhou Yuan would wipe his neck in the next second.

"Of course Zhou Yuan will not die now, right?" Liu Shuai looked at Zhou Yuan.

"No, because I will tell my body that I can't die," Zhou Yuan answered seriously, "But I'm thinking about something recently, what is the meaning of living alone?"

"You can't figure it out." Liu Shuai patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, we will return your soul to the position as soon as possible. From then on, you will still be the happy, sad, and broad-minded Zhou Yuan! Isn't there me and Yan? Yan is a person with great magic power." Liu Shuai winked at me and stopped me from speaking.

"Let's go for a meal"

...

When he went back to the evening, Liu Shuai looked solemn. When he arrived at the separation, Liu Shuai gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a big decision. He said to me, "Hao Ning, go back and ask Yan if there is any way to find my master."

"Your master?" I felt strange. This kid was unwilling to tell me about his affairs a few days ago. Why did he mention this matter today? "Can your master save Zhou Yuan?"

"No, but he may be able to find someone who may save Zhou Yuan."

"Who? So powerful, even better than Yan?" I was a little curious. It seemed that this Liu Shuai had many secrets.

Liu Shuai looked at me with a confused expression. Finally, he highlighted three words:
Chapter completed!