Jerry, the little newsboy, is now at an age where he is convinced that there is something incredible hidden in the mundane life. And something unbelievable just happened before his eyes.
Today's sales of The Times were good. As noon approached, the shoulder bag containing the newspaper became much lighter, and there were a lot more steel in the left pocket. It felt heavy and made a rattling sound when I walked. He was hungry and wanted to go to the bakery on the corner to reward himself with a sandwich. When he looked up to see the time on Big Ben across the river, he saw a very strange scene.
There are thin yellow clouds in the sky, covering the sun like a thick gauze scarf. The sun is dim, like a sick eye staring at the world. The eye had just crossed the sky, and from Jerry's perspective, it was staying directly behind Big Ben. After a burst of unknown glare, the little newsboy saw Big Ben's black hour hand jump back one notch.
That’s right, it jumped a notch. It was as if the hour hand, which was taller than an adult man, was just an illusory shadow. He was sure that the previous time was around 11:30 noon, but in the blink of an eye, the clock tower dial turned to 12:30.
Jerry raised his head, stood on the street corner and rubbed his eyes.
Why does the hour hand of Big Ben jump? Where did the last hour go? People on the street…
People on the street were walking in a hurry, almost no one looked at the dial, they didn't know anything.
Jerry covered his mouth. He couldn't believe that someone had stolen an hour of the world.
Five thousand six hundred kilometers away from the Green where Jerry the Newsboy was, it was still early morning in the New Testament.
The people wearing masks and having a strange atmosphere on the silent street suddenly stopped. In this street where ordinary people would never want to set foot, all the people wearing masks made the same action strangely - they might have raised their hands. His own wrist, or he took out a pocket watch from his pocket.
Tick, tick.
The second hands of various styles are still moving hard, but the thickest and shortest hour hand on each dial has inexplicably jumped forward...
Climbing up along this weird air, we arrived at the 99th floor of the Explorer Center. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, we could see the then president, Phelps, sitting in front of the window reading the newspaper in the morning light.
He seemed to hear that sound: the sudden jump of hundreds of millions of hour hands in the world, like the sound of the sky cracking.
Phelps put down the newspaper. In his field of vision, he saw the illusory white tower emerging in the sky illuminated by the morning light. It seemed like some kind of overly solemn warning.
The Lord of Time does not like human interference. Perhaps the most disliked of all gods.
Arthur Merlin used the only opportunity given to him to tamper with the "prime meridian" and create the "time fallacy". In order to obtain a few minutes of stillness in a certain area, he made hundreds of millions of clocks in the world jump forward or backward, performing a "clock magic" all over the world.
Then, in order to avoid the severe punishment of the White Tower, he hid in the void. However, he should be fine. However, from now on, he will be watched by the Lord of the White Tower. If he dares to touch the string of time again, the most severe punishment will be directly imposed.
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Arthur took his only chance.
It seemed that they were in big trouble.
The president stood up. He looked at the white tower in the distance, which was the central axis of the huge clock of the earth. The invisible time took it as its axis, outlines the sky like a sickle, and cuts across the heaven and earth...
"That's a 'specified probability excitation effect body'!" Schrödinger yelled as his brain twitched, "You don't know what significance that has for theoretical physics research..."
Olivia's face was hidden in the darkness. She perfectly experienced the suppressed anger in Sean's heart. The wrist blade was only two millimeters of skin away from the Austrian scholar's carotid artery.
Moonlight stared at the soft wall made of brain tissue with a puzzled look on his face. He gently poked the wall with his hand, only to see the yellow-brown, mucus-like tissue twitching slightly...
Ivan has rescued Wright and is trying to restore his body temperature.
Eternal Night Ark stood in the center of the room, paying no attention to the scholar's roar. He was immersed in the hall of his divine roots.
Find the magic lamp. Within seven minutes.
The blue fire solidified on Alicia's body, and her expression shocked Sean - it was the expression he saw deep in the cave.
Calm down, Sean. calm.
While his eyes were closed, he opened another kind of eye. In a world of black and white logic, he looked at Schrödinger: the only person who knew the whereabouts of the magic lamp had destroyed his own memory.
His eyes turned to Wright who was recovering his breath at his feet: in his current state, the destruction ritual could only be attempted once.
And the place where the magic lamp may exist is...
Everything around Sean, whether material or ideas, began to be deconstructed and categorized. In this black and white world, everything turned into related information and became clues for him to analyze...
One place where the magic lamp may exist: in this brain room.
In the illusory hypothetical world, the old magic lamp seems to be floating down the river, floating in the porridge made of brain tissue...,
The first hypothetical magic lamp, still stained with stomach-turning brain tissue, was placed in front of him.
Possible place two: Schrödinger's private vault...
The third... the fourth, the fifth, the sixth...
With the help of his vast soul and the characteristics of the divine root space, Sean's time to snatch Arthur out became longer.
It only took him two minutes to complete half an hour of thinking.
Now, sixteen magic lamps that exist in various hypothetical worlds are spliced in front of him like fragmented windows.
Five minutes to go.
Of the sixteen hypotheses, at most only one is true.
Sean can use his remaining Philosopher's Stone to travel to a hypothetical tributary and perform a ritual of destruction. But the time and resources only allowed him to make one choice.
But……
The ark is floating on the bumpy sea of thought, and the wind seems to be blowing in that sea of eternal night.
However, the possibilities of the sixteen hypotheses are very close.
Since there are no decisive elements of reasoning, there is no optimal choice so far...
Sean frowned. Due to concentrated thinking, at this moment, not only Alicia stopped, but everything in this brain room was close to stopping. Schrödinger's heavy breathing turned into a gentle push against the air.
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Why are the odds so close?
All possibilities exist equally, does that mean all possibilities are equal? Fallacy?
Sean looked at the fragmented window, and the hypothetical magic lamps were broken one by one.
He turned to look at Schrödinger in the corner.
The founder of the wave equation, one of the most powerful contemporary physicists, an interdisciplinary scholar who wrote "The Nature of Life"...
Is he really such a weak chess player?
wrong. If he was really a bad chess player as Alicia imagined, he wouldn't have gained such a big advantage now after the female chess player's wonderful move.
The entire team, including Arthur Merlin, was fooled around by him, wondering where the real magic lamp was.
And the strongest chess player has become the target of being swallowed by time.
Schrödinger was disheveled, covered in oil, and extremely embarrassed, and behind this appearance was...
This scholar, whose realm of thinking is beyond that of ordinary humans and who feels the deep chill, is calmly observing himself through this embarrassed appearance.
Schrödinger's power surpassed all his enemies so far.
He is playing the role of a bewildered chess player, but this chess player is actually quietly watching our inevitable defeat.
I understand!
On Sean's face, the Ark that had slowed down due to concentrated thinking finally started to sway.
I see!
After understanding Schrödinger's true strength, he finally dared to overturn all his previous guesses and rush towards the boldest hypothesis...
Schrödinger placed the magic lamp right under our noses!
Through the mask of Eternal Night Ark, Schrödinger seemed to see Sean's eyes.
He, who originally looked embarrassed, finally took off his disguise - he held his breath and concentrated, showing a calm temperament that was definitely not in line with his previous one.
Although the relevant memories have been destroyed, he has noticed that the explorer in front of him, whom he ignored due to the light of Arthur and Alicia, has touched the outline of the answer.
He didn't know that there was such a character beside Alicia, a "chess player" who was no less inferior to those two...
Schrödinger realized that there were countless strong players he was playing against.
Sean quickly ordered: "I know where the magic lamp is. Everyone, prepare to jump!"
He raised his left hand, and the knight's ring shone. The final philosopher's stone led Sean to his most daring hypothesis.
In this forgotten place, the last thing he saw were Schrödinger's eyes——
Those are the eyes of the most cunning hunter, watching helplessly as his prey slips away.
