Chapter 14 There is more than one truth

Debris collected from various rooms filled the hall. Let them turn over themselves to reveal the valuable parts. A mountain of items crawled through the halls. They moved to the high platform on the second floor to watch this weird physical performance.

"It's all rubbish." The little fly said irritably.

It's true. Mostly true.

"Here." Yi Cha waved and let a small, tattered piece of cloth fly towards them. More than half of the small strip of cloth was soaked in purple ink. The other half contained names they had heard in those images of energy patterns.

"Asimov." Isaac read the name exposed in the ink. "'Bud'. 'Branch'. 'R Supplement 32'..."

"R adds 32. Who is that?" Yimetz asked.

"The source of the noise clinging to Ke Qil. In the plain called 'Crystal', there is a guy who thinks he is a newsman."

"Include in database. Are there any other names?"

"'Sniffing Ning' - the son of the whale blowing game stall owner on the street where Willy Shaw lives. And Wabra."

Take it back with a check. Let the small strip of cloth fall to the ground naturally. "Look again." Yimeiz stretched out a withered finger forward, letting the cloth float in front of their faces again. He clicked where the ink met the characters. "Your eyes were once shared with Nesis. Ishaint Sinkardstus. You should be able to see the message beneath the ink."

"I can see it." Yi Cha didn't glance at the strip of cloth. "Don't waste your efforts. There's nothing down there. There are no messages or brain tricks that only I can see. What Very Shaw meant when he put ink on that spot is: there's nothing down there."

do not forget. This is a future scene that he hasn't even had time to prepare for yet. Not a trap. "

Although the trap carefully prepared by Willy Shaw may be stupider than the original appearance. Yi Cha did not say this out loud. "How stupid!" The little fly spoke his mind for him.

"Okay. We should obviously accept your statement." Yimeizi looked at him and threw away the cloth without regret.

He put down his hands, and the calculation table appeared under his palms, and a piece of calculation paper automatically stood up in front of him. "Now, tell me the meaning of these names."

Yi Cha sat down and squinted at a molting desk. Drawers erupted from four spaces that melted into ovals.

"In the first conjecture, these guys are the 'contact points' between two isolated scenes." He said slowly. "Those scenes are connected end to end. Time is connected together in some way. These beings that move back and forth between the two scenes play this role."

"The connection of time."

Metz nodded. Represents recognition of the description of the phenomenon. "The cause is not yet certain. But the potential consequences may be serious. This means that even those unlucky ones trapped in isolated scenes who break through geographical boundaries and successfully reach the 'group' may not be on the same time plane as us. "

"They may not even be in the same time frame as themselves."

"Yes. We have no way of determining the time." Yimeizi said coldly. "Obviously. In the brain of the author who lacks content, no concept of time has begun to arise."

"I know what time it is." The little fly interjected. Immediately attracted Yimezi's attention: "What time?"

Icha sighed.

"It's time for my dear to sleep with me!" the little fly said sweetly. But it only lasted a second. It immediately stamped its thin feet at the Skeleton Mage, and its voice became sharp. "You unnecessary bastard!!! Get out of our bedroom now!!!"

"I'm afraid your dear and I will be sleepless for a while, Ms. Beelzebub." Yimetz replied coldly. Turn to check:

"The Lord of Hell, is she also one of the 'contact points'?"

"I'm afraid not." Yi Cha slowly shook his head. Let the little fly fall back into the palm of your hand. "You can think of her as another independent will with an adventurous spirit. In this hypothesis, the 'Contact Point' is just a puppet set up by Willy Shaw."

"I heard the name of a Returned Star Council member in what you consider the 'contact point'. Wabra. Do you think he has an independent will, or is he also a puppet?"

"Duke Wabra's situation is quite special." Yi Cha smiled. "He just has the independent will to be used as a puppet. Hmm. To be precise, he's too lazy to do it -"

"Okay." Metz didn't bother with the words. "I will remove his name from the database. No more computing power required. What are the odds of this hypothesis?"

"Don't talk about probability. Great mathematician. Please do the calculation directly: If this assumption holds, what is our local optimal solution?"

Immediately there was the sound of the calculation paper being punched on the calculation table.

After a while, the result compilation is completed.

"Waiting." Yi Metz read and compiled the answer. "Waiting for two results: random disturbance changes the stable cycle of the contact point, and a turning point occurs. Or the member of the Returned Star Council changes his mind. The probability is-"

"—almost zero."

"Almost zero."

"I said stop talking about probabilities." Yi Cha gave a fake smile. "Now comes the second hypothesis: these guys are not puppets. They are ordinary creatures like us. In fact, I agree with this hypothesis more. In this way, those names are no longer 'contact points', but ' Vulnerability'. From our perspective, it's a 'tip'."

"hint."

"Just like that puddle of ink." Yi Cha pointed in the direction of the cloth strip - where a circle of squeaking desk lamps now sat. But the impact is not big. "It's a loophole. But it also means there's nothing underneath. Do you need further explanation?"

"Compared with explanations, I need exact factual evidence. There are countless hypotheses. But there is only one truth."

"This is what is so bizarre and elusive to us right now."

Yi Cha winked:

"In the Vientiane Forest. There is more than one truth."

"Fart buzz!" said the little fly. This is her way of expressing affection. It's very clear to Cha. One Metz is not so sure.

But he didn't say anything either.

The Primordial Olympus Master paused for a long time. Expressions and words stagnated. The calculations on hand also came to a standstill. This is the first time.

"So that's it," he said. "That's it!" The skeleton's dry, hollow voice was pitched. It made a row of bookshelves rustle. "There is more than one truth! There is more than one truth!!!"

He screamed - louder than ever.

"That's how we connect!"

Yimeiz jumped up and shouted. Grabbing a pen and an oddly shaped utensil. All the calculation papers moved to his hand. He dove in headfirst. Calculate quickly.

(End of chapter)