The Milky Way in the night sky began to flow slowly, and the stars were like tiny diamonds drifting in the river.
Fang Xiaoling followed Jung farther and farther. Gradually, she could no longer see where the bonfire existed, and she could hardly encounter any spirits. Even if she occasionally saw them, they were alone. Jung called those spirits lonely spirits. , Fang Xiaoling wanted to ask their names several times, because she thought maybe she would know them. But they were all stopped by Jung, "Don't provoke lone spirits. Most of them are violent, cruel, and cold-blooded guys. However, in the astral realm, they cannot actually harm any spirit body, so they feel empty."
Finally, in a place where no spiritual body could be seen at all, Jung stopped and said, "Ant A will not die."
"What?"
Jung threw the package on the ground and looked up at the flowing starry sky, "Ant A can't live on that piece of paper without proof. Your previous answer is correct. But there is one more thing you haven't explained. Ant A doesn't It will die because it does not exist for the piece of paper. You cannot kill a dead person."
"If you don't live, you won't die. This is the happiest thing to be destroyed..." Fang Xiaoling was enlightened, "What will happen to Ant A?"
"Thrown out by that piece of paper, or thrown to some other piece of paper, it would be even better if there were other pieces of paper willing to accept it, and with a high probability, maybe it would be thrown by someone else before it had time to throw the ant away. The paper was snatched away." Jung was still looking at the night sky, as if looking for a special star, "Do you know what kind of paper will snatch it away?"
"It must be the one where Ant A was at the beginning. It can be said that that piece of paper is the real world of Ant A, right? Just like the world where I was first born, there is my real body. From the three-dimensional analogy to the two-dimensional It's the same. There is pit A on that piece of paper, and there is proof of ant A, and ant A will definitely be taken in immediately." Fang Xiaoling quickly gave a very positive answer and gave a seemingly reasonable explanation.
Jung rejected her even faster, "No! The paper at the beginning had not only A pits, but also B pits, and even CDEF pits. That piece of paper didn't lack ants, nor did it lack pits! It didn't just There is no shortage, there is even too much! Therefore, at most, the piece of paper can only be kept in the A pit for the time being, waiting for the A ant to come home, but if it is not returned, it may be a better thing for the piece of paper! "
In fact, when Fang Xiaoling first heard about Jung's ant problem, she imagined Ant A as herself. Now that Jung said this, she immediately realized something that made her a little sad, "For my true feelings, In terms of the physical world, is it a good thing if I don’t go back?”
"This is not the point of the question. The point is, which piece of paper is willing to snatch the unproven ant A, or in other words, which world is willing to snatch a soul like you?" Jung did not give Fang Xiaoling a world to think about alone. , he continued immediately, "It is a blank piece of paper, without any holes or ants. That is..." At this point, Jung paused and took a deep breath before speaking. Three words: "deflated bottle."
Fang Xiaoling recalled that when she was at Li Mengling's house, she stared at a certain light spot in the air, and then the light spot became bigger and bigger, and finally swallowed her up. There was a world with nothing inside, but then, Everything is available.
"Ant A, you can do anything on that piece of white paper, right?" Fang Xiaoling already knew the answer to the question, but she was still waiting for Jung's final conclusion.
"To be precise, it's that piece of white paper. Finally, there are ants that can use it. The white paper doesn't have any consciousness. It can only use the consciousness of the ants to create everything. So whatever Ant A thinks about, it will have whatever it wants. If it hopes the pit is round, it will be round. If it hopes the pit is square, it will be realized smoothly. But if Ant A’s consciousness comes up with that stupid idea, it will be digging its own grave.”
This time, Fang Xiaoling did not wait for Jung to finish. She rushed to say, "The idea is to create other conscious ants..."
"That's right." Jung's head, which had always been raised, finally returned to its original position. He looked into Fang Xiaoling's eyes as if he were looking at a long-lost relative, "When you only have one hen laying eggs at home. , you will not kill it, and you will even protect it. But if she gives birth to many hens that can lay eggs, then her life and death will gradually become unimportant..."
Fang Xiaoling understood that even in the world where she was omnipotent, she was not a god. The real God is the world, the deflated bottle.
"When my mind gradually expanded the deflated bottle and created other people who could produce thoughts, it no longer needed me. I went from a very special position to being the same as everyone else, or even inferior to those people. The existence of status.”
"In fact, if we increase the dimension of our perspective, we will find that deflated bottles are also humble existences, just like those blank papers. They cannot snatch the ants originally on other papers, and the ants cannot without the help of three-dimensional humans. Jump to other papers, even if you go, there will be a pit for it due to the friendly relationship between the parallel papers... Those blank papers are like hens that have been hungry for countless centuries, waiting for their savior to appear. , give them a grain of rice - the person who takes the ants to other papers and wipes away the holes on them is the savior of all blank papers, or flat bottles..."
"Savior..." Fang Xiaoling smiled bitterly and shook her head, "But for the ant that was taken away, what did it do wrong? The person who took it away is simply a devil."
"Who knows, would you worry about the ant's mood? Maybe that person doesn't like the ant, maybe that person is doing some kind of experiment, maybe that person just thinks it's fun, haha..." Jung sat down On the ground, he took out many pens and a thick notebook from his luggage. He seemed to want to use humor to pave the way for the heavy work ahead, so he shivered and said, "By the way, maybe. It was the ant that waved the flag and shouted to humans, "Take me away quickly! Take me away quickly!", but it really attracted the attention of humans, so they took it away. Haha! You mean it! In that case, that ant is really stupid!"
Fang Xiaoling knew that Jung didn't mean to say that, but those words still filled her with some indescribable emotions. She wanted to be angry, but there was no one to be angry with; she wanted to regret, but found that it was too late; She even wanted to laugh a little bit, laughing at how stupid she was, laughing at how she turned out to be the ant waving the flag.
However, the countless stars flowing in the night sky seemed to be laughing at her.
The memory that Fang Xiaoling least wanted to think of at this moment was playing in her mind like a movie: Under the huge artificial starry sky of Canglan International, her real body opened her arms, raised her head and cried: "God Ah, if you really exist, please take me away! This world has abandoned me! Please take me away, please take me away!"
"I'm even begging them..." Fang Xiaoling slumped on the ground, her eyes that had lost all their light were filled with black humorous truth.
"No matter what the purpose of those high-latitude people is, Roland is the little ant they want to take away... Hahaha, originally everything had nothing to do with me..." Her eyes were crying, but her mouth was grinning. She smiled, almost exactly the same as when her real body collapsed and screamed at Canglan International, "It's not Roland who got me involved at all. It was just that at that time, I acted like a retarded person, facing those high-ranking officials. Dimension people, waving flags and shouting..."
