On the deserted street, rows of dim street lamps illuminated the small area below them as always, like conscientious sentry guards, dispersing the uneasy darkness.
But the scope of light is always limited, so there are always a few nooks and crannies in this city that have been in darkness for a long time, unnoticed and unavoidable.
In one of the dark corners where even wild cats didn't want to stay, a flash of arc suddenly flashed in the air mixed with the smell of stinky ditches and musty smell. It was just a few sporadic flashes at first, and then the frequency of flashes began to become more frequent. Gradually, it formed a small dot in the air, and then the small dot quickly slid through the air, forming a thin white line.
The white line just floated in the air, constantly trembling and shaking. Every second that passed, the white line made of lightning became thicker and thicker visible to the naked eye.
Logically speaking, such a thick thunder light should reflect a huge white shadow on the surrounding walls. Even if it is not good, a small amount of light will be emitted, illuminating the surrounding dark environment.
But the white line exists so abruptly, as if it is illusory, with no light shining through it, let alone illuminating the surrounding darkness.
When the white line stabilized at the thickness of a thumb, a faint blue light began to bloom from its center, as if it was soaked in the purest pigment, quickly spreading towards both ends.
Suddenly, a blue-white light pierced the sky like a sharp sword, like a flash bomb detonating in the darkness, and suddenly illuminated the originally dark corner as bright as day. However, this light did not last long, and in an instant Dissipated, and when the light dissipated, a panting young man appeared in the corner where there was no one.
"Not bad! I should be able to catch up!"
Zhang Heng breathed heavily and adjusted the hat of his sweater casually to cover the messy hair on his head.
After briefly observing the situation around him, he chose a direction and ran quickly towards the street...
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May 3, 2021, early morning.
The black man walked slowly on the street. After coming out of the fried chicken shop, he kept walking along the road.
At this time, we were near Zhongshan Road. It was already four o'clock in the morning. The vehicles that were rarely seen in the past no longer appeared. There were no pedestrians on both sides of the empty road. Only the breeze kept blowing by, blowing a few plastic bags. The bag blew everywhere.
"The coordinate points are confirmed correctly. There are still thirteen hours and thirty-two minutes before the incident occurs."
The black man murmured and looked at the empty road. There was not a single car there. There was a signal light erected on the sidewalk. The green numbers on it kept beating and soon entered the countdown to the last twenty seconds. .
"Ah, it's a red light."
His eyes flickered across the indicator lights across the street. The black man suddenly stopped talking to himself. A few seconds later, such an inexplicable sentence suddenly popped out of the air.
As he finished speaking, the indicator light across the street turned red as expected. The green man who was walking with alternating legs disappeared from the electronic screen, but was replaced by a standing red man.
But at this moment, the silence on the road was broken by the roar of a motorcycle. A black Ducati with a model number of Scrambler 1000 came flying from a distance, completely ignoring the constraints of traffic rules, and its speed was jaw-dropping.
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The person sitting on the bus was not some unconventional midnight racing party, but a young man wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt.
The wide hood covered most of his face, and coupled with the rapid speed of the car, it was difficult for ordinary people to see his appearance clearly.
But for a black man on the street, capturing the other person's face and confirming the other person's identity is nothing more than a trivial matter.
I saw his pupils dilating and contracting rapidly, and a faint red glow emerged from the depths of his eyes. In just one breath, he easily obtained several high-definition pictures of the motorcyclist.
"Oh? Just an ordinary human being?"
After a while, the black man completed the analysis of the picture in his mind and spoke in a low voice, with an emotion in his tone that was not present before.
But soon, he was "frozen" in place, and for the first time in history, a shocked expression appeared on his unchanged poker face.
"This human's Minkowski unit is actually zero! How is this possible?"
The Minkovsky mentioned by the black man was a mathematician born in 1864 from Hans, a bear-born man. He once proposed that the world in which humans live is composed of three space latitudes and one time dimension to form a four-dimensional space-time. Einstein's theory of relativity laid an extremely rigorous mathematical foundation.
The derived Minkowski units are used by later generations to commemorate this mathematician and use his name as a unit to measure the influence of space and time. In layman's terms, the butterfly effect is quantified using Minkowski units to achieve Accurately judge the impact of a certain creature or thing on time and space.
For an ordinary human being, according to the normal life trajectory, his Minkowski Unit will only fluctuate between 18 and 24 throughout his life, and will not exceed 30 at most, and certainly will not be lower than 7.
The determination method is cumbersome and complex. Before the advent of the optical brain, even China's most advanced "Nine Chapters" quantum computer required non-stop calculations for nearly a year to calculate the Minkowski unit of an ordinary human being.
However, after repeated experimental demonstrations, scientists finally summarized some popular rules that can initially determine a person's Minkowski unit value.
The basis for judgment is the person's "level of influence."
For example, if an ordinary person is neither high nor low, and has been busy all his life, his Minkowski unit will only fluctuate around 21, and will not fluctuate much.
But what if one day, this ordinary man, who was neither high nor low, acted bravely and saved a drowning man.
And this drowning man happens to be the president of a certain country, holds the activation code for nuclear weapons in his hand, and has a decisive influence. Then this ordinary person's Minkowski unit will grow explosively, resulting in a butterfly effect. It will also be very obvious.
Although his life will not change much, the act of "rescuing people" has truly changed the development process of the world.
Similarly, as a person's "level of influence" decreases, so does his Minkowski Unit.
There is only one way to reduce the "level of impact", and that is to reduce contact with others.
It is still the previous example of acting bravely for justice. If the ordinary person who is not good enough but not good enough did not save the drowning president, even on the day the president fell into the water, he just stayed at home to swim.
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play, then he will not change the course of the world, and correspondingly, his Minkowski units will not change much.
To go even more extreme, if a person cuts off contact with his parents from birth, isolates himself, has no contact with any outsiders, and has no "impact" on the world, until death.
Then his Minkowski unit will drop to an extreme value, and this extreme value is about 7.
If you want to lower it again, it will be difficult to do so.
Even if he is isolated from the world, this "insignificant" human being will have a minimal impact on the world. Although the degree is small enough to be ignored, it cannot be directly erased.
Just like redundant data in a program, its existence seems inconsequential, and deleting it will not cause any trouble to the overall operation, but it really exists like that and cannot be vetoed or erased.
Therefore, the Minkowski unit is 7, which is the lowest influence value given by later generations. In other words, it is also the value necessary for a person's survival.
For the human body to exist, it must carry out metabolism, supply and excretion. Even if these activities have no direct contact with the outside world, they will still be like a spark that is difficult to eliminate.
That's why when the black man discovered that the opponent's Minkowski units were zero, he had an incredible look on his face.
This is like using a computer to calculate a common sense question like how much one plus one equals, and the outrageous answer equal to zero pops up on the screen.
"Proactively correct mistakes, proactively correct mistakes."
The black man stood there, as motionless as a sculpture, looking ahead blankly. After a few seconds, he resumed his movements again.
"How is that possible? The result of the second calculation is still zero!"
Muttering in his mouth, the black man stared blankly at the approaching motorcycle, with a puzzled expression finally showing on his face.
The black man's name is Hamilton. He is the seventh generation of bionic bionic human beings developed in later generations. Although he is said to be a bionic human, in a strict sense, his body structure is actually closer to that of a robot.
The third-generation optical brain technology, as his computing core, not only gives it powerful computing power, but also limits his emotional performance. Therefore, he cannot rely on the second-generation optical brain like the sixth- and fifth-generation bionic humans. Achieve emotional expressions that are very similar to humans.
The hooded young man on the Ducati seemed to have planned it. He changed the direction of the motorcycle from a distance, drove directly in the opposite direction on the empty road, and rushed towards Hamilton's position.
But Hamilton still stood there without making any movement. The observation results and the calculation results of the optical brain all showed that the other party would not cause any harm to him, and the hooded young man had already stretched out two fingers and firmly hooked the brakes of the motorcycle. , it seems that they are ready to slow down.
In this case, the best response is to stay put and watch the opponent's actions.
"squeak!"
The sound of rubber tires rubbing against the ground came from afar, and a faint smell of burnt smell entered Hamilton's nose.
"The widened turtle-back tire is suitable for alternate road conditions between urban roads and complex terrain..."
Looking at the hooded young man standing in front of him, Hamilton returned to his previous dull look, like the voice announcement when the subway arrived at the station, commenting without any emotion.
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