"More precisely, that ghost is still clinging to my back," Qing Chen corrected.
Gou Wa looked puzzled. "What's the difference?"
"Because it came out of the water, it's no longer a water ghost," Qing Chen replied.
Gou Wa held it in for a long while. "...Rigorous."
If a normal person had a ghost clinging to their back, it would already be impressive if they could speak without trembling. Yet this big shot was still pondering the definition of a ghost. Was that even a normal way of thinking?
Qing Chen smiled. "In this amusement park, we need to be more rigorous. When I discovered that the water ghosts in the river kept appearing one after another, I began considering a question: did they really exist?" Gou Wa thought for a moment and said softly, "Actually, I wanted to tell you about this too, but I was worried you wouldn't believe me, and... most people don't believe what I say. They only believe what they see themselves."
Qing Chen continued, "So I gave myself a test using the Davos Cognitive Bias Assessment Scale. 'Are people always watching me?'"
"'I avoid considering information that might shake my views.' 'I don't go outside after dark.'"
"'I remain alert to danger.'"
The Davos Cognitive Bias Assessment Scale had a total of forty-two items for scoring. It was an assessment tool used for schizophrenia patients and delusional disorder patients.
Qing Chen's mental stability had never changed. It had always remained at the same score.
However, he had conducted an assessment on himself in the Rafting Area. His score had changed.
The change had been extremely slight, only a two-point deviation. Most people would not care about a difference of two points at all.
But to Qing Chen, a change was a change.
He had been