Mist - Chapter 43

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Does Song Qinglan know that he can’t sleep well at night?

Or was it because he was too weak when he showed weakness before, so Song Qinglan really thought he was very weak?

During the rainy season, she was wondering the meaning of these words, but Song Qinglan called directly.

Answered during the rainy season, somehow, after the call was connected, both of them were silent for a moment.

During the rainy season, she didn’t know what to say, but Song Qinglan seemed to be waiting for something.

After confirming that it was quiet during the monsoon rains, Song Qinglan spoke first, with a not very good tone: “Consultant Ji, how is your mission report written?”

During the rainy season: “Task report?”

Song Qinglan gave a stiff “um” and asked directly: “It’s not convenient for you to speak now? I can’t remember some details about the Ouroboros mission. I need to ask you now.”

There is no inconvenience for one person and one cat at home during the rainy season.

Song Qinglan’s attitude was not like inquiries, but rather like she couldn’t let her beaked. It sounded like if he dared to refuse during the monsoon rains, he would teach others, and he was more like a stern captain than ever.

During the rainy season: “Now?”

This is early morning.

Song Qinglan said, “Well, now.”

Although it was strange why Song Qinglan had to write the report in such a hurry, but during the monsoon rains, she couldn’t sleep anyway, so she responded, “Yes.”

Song Qinglan really started to ask.

Not to mention Song Qinglan, even during the monsoon rains, I found it difficult to write this mission report. The so-called “sky in the sense of all times” is difficult to explain, but at least some experts in the sky are already working on the analysis. And the appearance of zombies and the appearance of energy sources are not within their professional scope, and there will be experts who will analyze them based on the mission report.

The first problem facing the Seventh Sky Team is that they will describe the concept of “time anchor” in the report for the first time.

As mentioned earlier, Time Anchor is a technology that was banned from the very beginning of research and development.

It takes a certain time coordinate as an anchor point, inserts another necessary condition, and when it detects that the necessary condition is triggered, it returns the time to the anchor point of the origin. It will cause serious time paradoxes. For example, let someone live forever in a certain period of time or let a certain historical event never happen. It generates a time bubble based on the current timeline, which is beyond the timeline and affects normalcy. The progress of the timeline.

How was this banned technology developed? How long has it existed again? What kind of chain reaction will it cause?

These problems need the memory of monsoon rains to reproduce, and they have to write down every cycle clearly.

That was the first problem. The second problem they faced was the countless colonies in the parallel universe.

They have limited understanding of PU-31, and PU-18 knows nothing except meeting the bearded them, and the reason why the earth is destroyed is the most important thing the authorities want to understand.

Comparing these two problems, the last one about time cracks is much easier.

Everyone knows well that the three-month holiday is to allow them to adjust their status, but in fact it gives everyone enough time to write this thick report.

Song Qinglan and Ji Yu are fashionable and burnt, and Li Chun and other scumbags are afraid that they will cry. If you let them know that the two schoolmasters in the team are not sleeping and copying homework from each other, they are afraid that they will start to doubt life.

While communicating on the phone, the two opened the holographic projection to make notes.

Even during the monsoon rains, I have memorized a lot of things, and I have straightened out how to start, so it is not difficult to complete the most lengthy task report in history.

Song Qinglan stopped midway and asked strangely: “If we talk for so long, will it affect others?”

Say no during the rainy season.

The phone talked for several hours, and when they were about to discuss it, it was dawn.

Outside the window, dawn came.

Looking at Phnom Penh, where the edge of the clouds gradually lit up, I finally noticed a trace of sleepiness during the monsoon rains.

Xiaoju returned to the bed, the meat pad stomped on the bed sheet one after another with shallow concave footprints, and then fell down, revealing her snow-white belly acting like a baby.

Listening to Song Qinglan’s speech during the rainy season, he stretched out his hand and gently scratched under his belly. He strangely remembered that Xiaoju liked him to do this.

Perhaps fatigue and sleepiness make it easier to talk.

During the rainy season, he suddenly said, “Team Song, there are many things around me that are different.”

Once the beginning is started, the rest is much easier. He continued: “You said, are we still in a time anchor and have never really walked out of that world? Or, are we in a new copy? In fact, has never been intercepted successfully?”

After talking for so long, Song Qinglan’s voice was a bit different from when she first connected to the phone, with a dumb voice that belonged to the morning.

He asked: “Why do you think so?”

In fact, when I asked the question, I regretted it during the rainy season.

They all know that no matter how self-conscious Tianqiang is, it is impossible to construct a seamless world, and he can’t even prove that the “primitive memory” he is doing is true. If it is true, then everyone’s memory is covered by the rewritten timeline, but he is the only one who can remember, which is not considered a misfortune.

During the rainy season, he changed his mouth and asked, “Team Song, have you ever heard of Brain in the Tank?”

During the rainy season, he learned too many things, read so many books, and explored a wide range of directions, making it possible for him to ask any questions.

Song Qinglan couldn’t keep up and couldn’t answer for a while.

But during the rainy season, he didn’t seem to need his answer. After the question, there was almost no pause. Instead, the topic ended: “I’m sleepy, aren’t you sleepy? The discussion is almost done. It’s better to do it today. If you still If you have any questions or ideas, you can call me again at any time.”

Song Qinglan hadn’t spoken yet, she said “goodbye” during the rainy season, and then hung up the phone.

Lie back on the soft bed during the rainy season and stare at the ceiling.

On the other end, Song Qinglan rubbed her temples while listening to the blind tone. He has no right to dictate his private life during the monsoon rains, and he has nothing to talk about except for work. But even if it was the job of chatting, he did this for the first time with people on the phone until dawn.

Song Qinglan tapped the virtual keyboard and searched the holographic web page: Brain in a Tank.

This is a hypothesis proposed by a philosopher named Hilary Putnam.

Suppose a person has his brain taken out by surgery and is put into a tank that can keep the brain alive. The people outside the tank manipulate the brain through the computer, input five senses, memories, and even arbitrary codes to make the brain think that it is still alive, and feel what the manipulator wants him to feel under the manipulation.

How can one tell whether one is living in reality or living in fantasy?

This hypothesis is similar to “Zhuang Zhou’s Dream Butterfly.” A deeper discussion is actually-are we real?

Song Qinglan lit a cigarette, took a few deep breaths, and then pinched out the cigarette butt.

He picked up the phone and was almost calling the monsoon season.

But he can’t yet.

Didn’t sleep all night, Song Qinglan had red blood in her eyes when she went downstairs. Father Song was already drinking morning tea and asked, “Where to go?”

Song Qinglan walked quickly: “I have been away for a month, and I haven’t seen Grandpa when I came back.”

Father Song: “Go to Ningcheng?”

“Yes.”

Outside the French window, Song Qinglan walked across the lawn with long legs in three or two steps and drove away to the garage.

During the rainy season, he slept until the afternoon and drove his black off-road vehicle back to Ji’s house for dinner.

The familiar villa was getting closer, and the hyacinths and wisteria flowers in the courtyard were no different from what he remembered. A hand-carved rabbit was placed in front of the porch. The knife was immature. It was carved by him when he was a child. Walking inside, the window grilles are pasted on the glass, which is the work of Aunt Su during the Spring Festival this year, and they posted them together on the first day of the new year.

Go in, everything in the house is the same.

Aunt Su walked out wearing an apron, seemingly to cook for him again when he came back.

As soon as they met, she felt distressed: “Hey, why are you really thin? They don’t even feed Jiangcheng Tianqiang?”

Familiar concerns made her heart soft during the rainy season: “Auntie.”

The two hugged, and Aunt Su patted the youngest son on the back: “The teacher is upstairs, not you for a month, but at this time I picked up the shelf, behave, go to coax.”

As expected, Professor Ji waited in the study and saw him come back, but unlike Aunt Su and Ji Minyue’s mother and son, they didn’t mention any tirades. As always, he closed the holographic projection in front of him and helped the reading glasses. The first sentence was: “I heard Minister Lin say, when you came back, you were in shock?”

The teachers and students carried the mother and the son to do something dangerous in their eyes. You know and I know all the time.

But this time, Professor Ji could not imagine how dangerous it is during the monsoon rains.

Of course, it will not be said during the rainy season.

“It’s not that serious.” The eyebrows were calm during the monsoon rains. “It’s just that the intensity is a little bit stronger and the body is not adaptable. All the teammates in the team reacted like this.”

“I’ve heard about it.” Professor Ji nodded. He didn’t ask about the content of the task, but said, “The above words count, the scores of this task will be superimposed for you… I have the news, you guys this time. The task may be re-rated and will only be higher than the A-level task.”

Know what the teacher means during the rainy season.

His original 89 B-level quests, plus one planned A-level quest, have been able to score 99 points, which is one step away from his goal. But after this A-level task is reassessed, the score will far exceed his goal, that is to say, what he wants can be achieved immediately.

Professor Ji said: “On the day you go back, if you have closed your heart knot, just withdraw from the sky.”

Silent during the rainy season.

“Teacher.” After a while, the monsoon asked seriously, “What happens if a person accidentally changes history in the future world and then returns to the present?”

Professor Ji wondered: “How can history be changed in the future without going back to the past?”

But it really happened.

“For example, people who started from different time periods were trapped at the same point in time. They unintentionally affected each other’s timeline and got the consequences of accidentally changing history in the future world, and then they returned to the present.” Yushi said, “I know this is illogical, but let’s assume that it is true-what if it is true?”

“This is too contradictory.” Professor Ji thought for a while, took off the reading glasses, pinched his eyebrows and said, “Since the’history’ has changed, there is no so-called’now’, and there is no so-called’future’. If it is established, it will only produce a parallel world after the butterfly effect, otherwise it will not be logically self-consistent at all.”

Quiet study room.

Professor Ji said: “Hold, do not change history, do not talk about the present, do not obsessed with the future, these three sky laws are still written by my father when I looked at your father. No one in this world knows their meaning better than you. I hope you Can quickly end the knot, don’t become a prisoner of time.”

After dinner, come out of Ji’s house.

Received Song Qinglan’s message during the rainy season.

Team Song: [I found a piece of information about “Wang Xiaoqian”. ]

During the rainy season, the eyelashes trembled suddenly, and she called Song Qinglan almost at the same time: “Team Song? What information is it?”

Minister Wang hasn’t disappeared yet?

That’s great.

Song Qinglan said: “The information is incomplete, and I am not yet sure whether she is the Minister Wang you mentioned. In addition, in the process of reading the information, I seem to have noticed what you said is different.”

Song Qinglan noticed it too?

During the rainy season, I squeezed my phone tightly: “Then can I take a look?”

Song Qinglan asked where he lived.

During the monsoon rain, I subconsciously reported my address, and then I felt strange: “Team Song, why do you ask this?”

Song Qinglan seemed to smile: “I’m on the way to Ningcheng.”