Chapter 2 Normal distribution calligraphy selection

Style: Science Author: Xiao Dai ZhaoWords: 2360Update Time: 24/01/18 17:11:16
Zhang Heng ran seven times around the playground, covering 2,800 meters.

After he was done, he went to the public bathroom to take a shower, changed into a clean white T-shirt and jeans, and had a slow breakfast in the cafeteria. Then he came to the restaurant with the "Xiaoshan Wanhua Mirror" he had just finished reading. library.

Like morning jogging, reading is one of Zhang Heng's habits. He maintains the pace of reading one book a week.

However, unlike the morning jog forced by his grandfather, reading can bring him a lot of fun. It can be regarded as a pastime, and he has always enjoyed it.

In fact, if time were not limited, he would rather read a few more books every week.

After completing the book return procedure at the service desk, Zhang Heng took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

I opened a small program called Random Number Generator, set an eight-digit number, and then... made a roll with great interest.

I have to admit that there is a reason why this guy is always considered a god.

Anyway, normal people would never be able to show off this kind of cool operation of selecting books when borrowing books from the library.

But Zhang Heng has an advantage, or quirk, in reading. It may be because he has read a lot of books since he was a child. This guy is not afraid of being cold and cold, and he is full of poison resistance. He can read it with gusto, and his condition is still getting worse. Today, he can even read "Compendium of Materia Medica" and "Scientific Pig Breeding Manual", and it is basically hopeless.

In order to avoid the trouble of selecting books while enjoying the simple joy of encountering good books by chance, he created this set of normal distribution calligraphy selection methods.

Unfortunately, when I applied for the campus scientific research award, I was unsuccessful and had no funds for subsequent promotion.

Therefore, the capital market always lacks vision.

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Zhang Heng arrived at the corresponding bookshelf based on the last two digits he rolled.

His luck was pretty good this time. Although it wasn't a well-received literary genre, management was quite interesting. At least it was better than the book "Bill of Quantities Valuation for Water Supply, Drainage, Heating, and Gas Engineering" that he got last month. many.

He stretched out his finger and pulled out this time's target from the bookshelf.

——Adam Smith's "The Wealth of Nations"

Looks like I'm going to have a nice morning.

Zhang Heng found a seat by the window and sat down, and then started his leisurely reading time.

Maybe some people can’t help but complain after seeing this, is that okay? Doesn't he care about his smart watch?

Zhang Heng said that he really couldn't control this matter.

It is right to actively respond to the incident after the incident, but it must be something that you can handle within your ability. For supernatural phenomena like this, when there are too few clues, perhaps doing nothing is the most correct choice. Don’t you see? In those classic horror movies, the mentors who were patted on the back in a dark old house and then turned around enthusiastically for you, without exception, all received lunch.

On the contrary, if you treat it as if it doesn't exist and walk calmly to the end, it might turn out to be just a trip to a haunted house with no risks.

Therefore, in many cases, calmness is the most important thing.

Zhang Heng is very calm now. From his appearance, you can never tell that he is in the middle of a supernatural incident. He used the time he skipped class to make up for his morning jog, read The Wealth of Nations in the library all morning, and then returned to class in the afternoon. I took the public elective course Critical Thinking, and in the evening I fulfilled my promise and invited my bedmate to go to the food alley opposite the National People's Congress to make skewers. After that, I went back to the dormitory and was even in the mood to watch a few episodes of American TV series.

Then at half past eleven, the power in the dormitory was cut off on time.

Although Zhang Heng's laptop comes with a battery that can last for three or four hours, he did not affect the rest of his sleeping brother and decisively turned off the power.

The day was about to end in half an hour. Other people's watches had already made two revolutions, but the familiar yet unfamiliar starfish on his hand was just about to complete a full revolution.

What will happen? Zhang Heng didn't know, and all he could do now was wait.

Zhang Heng put on his headphones, turned on his MP3 player, lay on the bed, and spent the remaining half hour of the day quietly.

00:00

The three hands coincided on time at the top of the dial. They paused for about a blink of an eye, and then the second hand continued to move.

During this period, Zhang Heng did not notice anything unusual.

Is the guess wrong? He took off his headphones.

But then I felt something was wrong.

Around here - it's so quiet.

Summer nights are always particularly lively, with the small electric fan on the door creaking and shaking its head, the annoying buzzing of mosquitoes in the ears, the faucet in the bathroom next door that is not tightened, the ticking sound of water dripping on the sink, and the sound of wild cats walking through the door. The rustling sound coming from the flower garden downstairs, and of course the snoring sound coming from the bed across the way...

All this disappeared tonight.

The whole world seemed to have suddenly lost all sound and became unprecedentedly silent.

If it weren't for the faint singing voice coming from the headphones on his chest, Zhang Heng would even wonder if he had lost his hearing.

With the faint light of the MP3 screen, he looked at the time on the watch again.

It is 00:01

Usually at this time, the people in the opposite dormitory are still playing LoL online, and you can hear their cheers after completing wonderful kills or extreme escapes.

In addition, Zhang Heng also discovered another unusual thing. There is a date display on the right side of the starfish's dial. Logically speaking, the date on it should also change after zero o'clock, but this time it still Stop at yesterday.

Zhang Heng's heart moved, and he seemed to have thought of something.

Tonight he didn't take off his clothes when he got into bed and just jumped off.

Turning on the computer, the startup process went smoothly. It only took less than seven seconds. The QQ login interface popped up. Zhang Heng's attention was not on it. His eyes moved down to the toolbar, where the date and time were displayed. Somewhat glaring.

00:00

2017/9/20

Is it really the last moment of "yesterday"?

Zhang Heng waited for a while. He did not look at the time on the starfish. Instead, he took his pulse and counted two hundred times. According to his 72 beats per minute, at least more than two minutes had passed. But on the desktop The time on the screen still stops at 00:00.

Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, but did not rush to draw any conclusions.

He walked to the opposite bed and pushed Chen Huadong, who was still sleeping soundly. The latter was the lightest sleeper in the whole dormitory. Usually anyone who got out of bed at night and drank some water would wake him up. However, this time no matter how Zhang Heng pushed him There was no response.

"Sorry brother, although I don't have a girlfriend, I'm not the kind of person you imagined."

While Zhang Heng put his fingers under the other person's nostrils, he could still take some time out of the weird atmosphere.

All I can say is that this guy's psychological quality is really great.

After five minutes, Zhang Heng could not feel the slightest breath.

If this is also part of the prank, then Chen Huadong's breath-holding skills are so strong that he can enter the Guinness World Records.

Since you’ve done it once, it’s not a bad idea to do it a second or third time.

Zhang Heng then followed the same example and tried it under the noses of the remaining two roommates.

The result is the same as Chen Huadong.

Zhang Heng can basically conclude that he has indeed encountered a supernatural phenomenon that cannot be explained by science.

He's now in a time that shouldn't exist.

To use an analogy, it was as if the river of time had branched off a branch just for him.