Overturned Tower - Vol 2.3 Chapter 70

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“Cake or something…”

Hearing Xiaoya’s words, Hang Sha frowned and murmured in a low voice. Don’t buy me that stuff – that’s what he was going to say.

But he was only silent for a moment, and then saw Xiaoya’s shining eyes.

“Ah, as for the cake, I actually want to eat it…”

Xiaoya clasped her hands together, and closed one eye apologetically: “I really want to eat their luxury durian cake – but I can’t eat it by myself, it’s too big! It’s not good to waste something

Now I can rely on the excuse of thanking Mr. Hang to relieve my greed, I am really grateful!

“Oh, by the way… Mister Strangler! Can you eat durian?”

“…anything is fine.”

Hanging was silent for a while, then replied in a low voice.

“Can I eat it, or do I like it?”

Xiaoya asked in turn.

When it comes to cakes, her eyes seem to be shining: “If you don’t like eating, you don’t have to eat with me. Their strawberry ice cream cake is also a must. It is said that real strawberries are frozen into powder and then seasoned. Then I remade it into the shape of a strawberry! Wow, I was craving it after seeing it in the video—but it would be too wasteful if I bought it by myself—”

“… Long-winded.”

Hang Kill frowned, closed his eyes and said in a low voice, “You just buy it. It’s the same if you can’t finish the rest and give it to me.”

Anyway, he has long been used to eating leftovers.

As for the cake or something…

Maybe I still had some thoughts when I was a teenager, but now I don’t have that naive idea.

“Cake” has never been able to represent happiness.

It doesn’t represent anything, and all the beautiful meanings attached to it are just false echoes and self-fulfilling prophecies. It is like devotion to the statue, not so much praying to God, but praying to oneself.

But today’s strangulation can only feel pain when thinking of it.

But even so, he will not lose his temper.

If he had been bound by the way of “anger” before, he might be angered because of this… But now he has been cut off from his past self. Now that he is rational, he can perceive Xiaoya’s kindness and tenderness.

Because of this, even if he felt sick just thinking about the cake, he would never show it in front of her.

Hang Ling has such self-confidence—even if his body instinctively wants to vomit, but his ability to control his body can keep him from frowning throughout the whole process. Not to mention eating cakes and durians… Even if he is forced to eat shit, Hanging will never waver about it, let alone show the slightest fear.

His pride is not that superficial thing.

“So, is it a durian cake? Or a strawberry cake? Or something else, I remember something else, let me look it up…”

“Strawberries are fine.”

Hang Sha closed his eyes and interrupted, “Just strawberry cake.”

This is by no means the strawberry cake he bought back then, so he felt a little fluttering about the name…

It’s just that he was a little annoyed by the noise, so he quickly asked her to leave.

For some reason… just being here makes Strangler very upset. He felt as if he had lost the patience of a hunter, and his emotions could easily become out of control.

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probably because…

…because of what?

Strangled was stunned.

He subconsciously wanted to give meaning to his actions, but he couldn’t even remember why he treated her differently.

“Okay, strawberry shortcake – I’m going to buy the big one! Definitely enough to fill Mr. Strangler!”

Xiaoya didn’t sleep much at all last night, but she looks quite energetic now: “I remember that Mr. Strangled is here to find someone… You can leave some for Mr. Wicked! Although I don’t know what happened to him, but the encounter If something bad happens, just eat some cake!”

“…It’s hard to say whether he’s still alive or not.”

despite himself

In his heart, he firmly believed that the inferior must still be alive.

But for some reason, when Xiaoya believed so convincingly that the inferior was still alive, Strangling felt that she had to raise the bar to be comfortable.

This behavior is also irrational.

Why am I doing this…?

Strangled was lost in confusion.

Could it be that I regard her as my protector, so when she makes a certain opinion, I want to seize the right to speak based on the consciousness of being a leader?

In other words, in my heart, I also look forward to the survival of the inferior, but I prefer to express pessimistic thoughts in my mouth, hoping that she will refute me and establish my true hope from another angle. At the same time, lower your expectations to avoid frustration? or…

Hang Hang kept a stern face and seriously analyzed himself.

Either seems possible. But neither seems quite right.

Waiting for Xiaoya to leave, the prosthetic doctor who was doing the nerve connection in silence smiled lightly: “The heart may not be beating too fast, Mr. Strangler. You can relax a little bit.”

“…Sorry. I was nervous.”

“That’s not the case… Forget it, it doesn’t matter.”

The well-informed prosthetic doctor smiled, noncommittal.

He changed the subject lightly: “Actually, it’s common sense… We generally recommend that amputation and prosthetic body assembly should be separated for a period of time. Because amputation will always damage vitality, it is best to adjust it and wait until you are full of energy… In this way Not prone to cyberpsychopathy.”

“I don’t have time.”

Hang Hang whispered: “I have a mission to come here… I must recover my fighting power as soon as possible.”

“Mr. Strangling is really a good employee.”

“Ah.”

Hang Shou sneered: “I made a promise, sooner or later he will betray me…that boss.”

When he was about to say it, he swallowed the name of Godfather again.

For some reason, he always does not want others to know that he is serving the godfather.

“Speak to your boss?”

“yes.”

Hang Hang replied flatly: “Because I am destined to betray.”

From the time he was awakened by Tovatus, it was decided that he would repay the elf’s favor sooner or later.

And since the confrontation between the Godfather and Tovatus…Strangling knew that sooner or later he would severely betray the Godfather.

But he’s reminded—he’s reminded many times.

But the prosthetic doctor’s casual words made Hang Sha frowned: “Can the betrayal announced in advance really be considered a betrayal?”

“As long as there is the fruit of betrayal, it is betrayal.”

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Hanging retorted without hesitation: “It has nothing to do with motivation, preparation, and process. Betrayal is a job that only needs to judge the final result… In front of the result, the stupidity, wit, goodness, and evil in the process and motivation have nothing to do with it.” significance.”

“You’re still a consequentialist.”

“I always have been.”

Hang Ling closed his eyes: “Change the subject.”

And the prosthetic doctor who is good at talking is also very calm. “Let’s talk about the problem of prosthetics-two operations, in fact, will have its shortcomings. Not only is it a matter of delaying time, but you must first adapt to the feeling of lacking an arm, and then adapt to it. The feeling of growing an arm once will inevitably cause an imbalance in the physical sense of the two arms. Many jobs that require a high degree of cooperation between the hands will take a long time to return to the previous state. About two twenty-one days.

“For you, Mr. Strangling, there is another difficult thing to adapt to. That is ‘weight’. The lack of an arm will shift your body’s center of gravity… and if you receive the prosthetic body again after a month There will be an offset. This will seriously affect the balance. Come to think of it, only need to admit some less than 3% risk of cyberpsychosis, you can save so much time… Isn’t it also very cost-effective?”

“You really talk to people when you see them.” Hang Sha sarcastically said.

“In order to reassure patients. We have worked very hard, hoping to make patients believe that they are

There is nothing wrong with my choice, so I can only tell a part of the truth. ”

The prosthetic doctor responded casually while inhaling cognitive enhancers and performing neural connections.

He said softly: “Price and cost-effectiveness, risk and result… how many options are there in this world that are “only good”? Aren’t they all choosing the lesser of the two good and the lesser of the two evils? Since you can’t choose the “only good” option , at least it can make them feel less regretful.”

“…It’s really eloquent.”

Hang Ling was silent for a while, and sighed in a low voice: “Are all of you water-born relatives so good at talking?”

“Besides me and Xiaoya, has Mr. Hang said hello to other aquatic souls?”

“Well, I know two gentlemen whose spiritual relatives are whales. There is a ‘baleen whale’ on Happy Island, and when I first came here, I also met a ‘pill-headed whale’.”

“…Strictly speaking, a pilot whale is not exactly a whale.”

“Ok?”

Hang Ling remembered: “He did say, ‘Sure enough, I also look like a whale, right? UU reads www.uukanshu.com very proudly.”

“Because the pilot whale…that is, the short-finned pilot whale, it’s actually a dolphin. It’s a whale in a broad sense because it’s a cetacean. But it’s not exactly a whale because it’s a dolphin. ”

The prosthetic doctor said casually: “It’s just that it looks like a whale, its size is like a whale, and its behavior is like a whale. So people call it a pilot whale.

“Let’s put it this way…if there is a ‘werewolf’ in this world, who is actually completely different from the human beings of the werewolves. But he looks like a human, behaves like a human, and has social interactions like a human, then Is he fully human?

“Some people say yes, because they’re consequentialists; some people think no, because they’re essentialists. But in general, you can say you’re right. But neither is quite right.”

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“You are so strict when you talk around circles, are you so afraid of offending people?”

Hang Hang sneered: “If there is really a werewolf…he looks like a human, feels like a human, and kills like a human—then he is a human. I wonder if there are so many of them, can they be eaten?”

“So you’re a consequentialist.”

“I think most people should be the same as me. How can there be so many philosophers who are full to explore the essence…”

“Because you need to do your best just to survive.”

The prosthetic doctor sighed: “Probably because of this, the legend of the werewolf became popular.”

“… What legend about werewolves?”

Hang Kill frowned: “Explain in detail.”