Jiang Cheng felt a "buzz" in his brain and was stunned for a long time.
He paused for a few seconds before asking Chen Yan.
"You're saying Zhao Xuerou... is dead? Are you kidding me???"
"How could I joke about something like this!"
Chen Yan took a deep breath and handed over the phone.
The screen displays the campus forum of Lanjing University of Science and Technology, with eye-catching post titles.
"Female college student involved in car accident while buying breakfast, on-site report!"
Below is a picture.
At the T-junction, there is a breakfast shop with steaming baskets emitting wisps of heat. Next to it are many small square tables, and in the early morning, many pedestrians come and go, filling the tables with diners.
However, they all looked in surprise in the same direction, at the center of the street corner.
In the frozen moment, some people had just taken a bite of a steamed bun, while others had just dipped their spoons into their congee, their faces turned towards the street corner...
A woman lay in front of a Volkswagen Tiguan sedan, wearing a black dress. Beneath her lay a pool of bright red blood, which flowed outwards like a small stream, staining a large area of the ground nearby.
Even amidst the bloodstains, her profile still exuded elegance, with a few wisps of hair framing her high nose.
Her loose hair was spread out on the ground.
Like a blooming flower.
There were many onlookers, but no one went up to watch the gruesome scene of the car accident with shocked expressions.
The car owner also got out, his face flushed and his eyes wide open, as if he had just been awakened by the sudden accident after a hangover.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her left arm twisted in an irregular shape, the bone of her arm broken and protruding abruptly through her skin.
Just watching it is enough to feel the shock and horror; it shows the pain of having bones broken.
In her right hand, Zhao Xuerou tightly gripped a paper bag, inside which scattered snow-white buns, covered in dust, with bloodstains seeping into the folds of the buns.
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Jiang Cheng stared blankly at the scene, his ears seemingly deaf, his mouth slightly agape.
Chen Yan nudged him a few more times, "Are you alright, Third Brother?"
"Are you...are you sure this is Zhao Xuerou?"
Chen Yan took the phone and scrolled down to the post's reply section.
The pinned post reads, "It has been confirmed that the person involved in the accident was Zhao** from the Department of Biology at Lanjing University of Science and Technology. Due to the lack of timely rescue and excessive blood loss, he died en route to the hospital."
Jiang Cheng shuddered and hurriedly took out his phone from the drawer.
There is a WeChat notification above.
Click to open.
8:20 AM
Zhao Xuerou: I've already bought Tianfu steamed buns, I'm going back right away!
He stared at the message, stunned, for a long time.
Standing up, Jiang Cheng, like her classmates, looked towards the front row of the classroom where she often sat.
There was no one there.
On her desk sat a small mirror, in which Jiang Cheng could see himself...
“Liu Mengke has already gone to the hospital, Liang Gu went with her… I just got a call, she’s already gone, that’s why I woke you up.” Chen Yan lowered her head.
A somber mood permeated the classroom.
Many people were saddened by the death of their former classmates who had spent every day with them.
Although Zhao Xuerou is usually very arrogant and only associates with Liu Mengke, she doesn't get along with other girls.
However, we must respect the deceased.
No one remembered her bad points at this time.
Jiang Cheng stood there for a long time before slumping down on a stool, staring blankly at the mirror in front of him.
He seemed to be deaf to the whispers of his classmates.
She was also unaware of Chen Yan's concerned gaze beside her.
The wind that had been blowing in from the open classroom window had stopped.
The sycamore leaves, which were about to fall, were frozen in mid-air.
The world came to a standstill, a deathly silence, so quiet it was almost unbearable.
Beside him, a creature covered in gray fur appeared. It crouched on the back of the chair in front of him, its pale yellow pupils staring at Jiang Cheng as if they were about to pop out.
Laplace's demon.
"The game has begun."
A neutral voice drifted into Jiang Cheng's ears.
"Was it you who did this?"
A sudden chill settled over Jiang Cheng's eyes as he stared intently at it.
"No! It was you who did this! Why are you blaming me?"
A mocking smile appeared on its face, which had a long, gray beard, as it looked at Jiang Cheng with great interest.
Laplace's demon, with its graceful gait, moved across the desks, moving through a frozen moment of time...
"I've said it before, since the Big Bang, everything has been fixed: the rise and fall of civilizations, the rise and fall of nations, the reproduction of species, and the life cycle of humans from birth to death. As an omniscient god, I can deduce everything, but your appearance is the variable!"
As it spoke, it suddenly turned its head and glared fiercely at Jiang Cheng.
"Zhao Xuerou was supposed to have an ordinary life. She would have married a rich second-generation and become a virtuous wife and loving mother. Although the ending wasn't happy, she could still have lived to old age. Because of your rebirth, her death will come sooner. The human genome you studied has made a broken family whole again. Do you think you've saved the world? The universe needs a delicate balance, and so does the reproduction of life. If they live, others will die. This is how the balance is maintained."
Jiang Cheng suddenly stood up and swung his fist at the annoying monster.
Unfortunately, its punch landed on empty air, and it reappeared on the podium.
It was that same irritating, neutral voice, still babbling on and on.
"Now that the game has begun, you have no choice but to continue. Everyone around you will die, and saving others will come at a price. I hope you won't back down. I hope that even after everyone around you has died, you can still stick to your beliefs."
"Or, you can have another option: end this game. I will arrange for the deaths of others, and the game will end as long as you acknowledge the existence of Laplace's demon. They will still be alive and exist."
Let others die.
Jiang Cheng stood there, stunned.
However, everyone's life is the same, and humanity should be moving towards a more glorious tomorrow.
How could life and death be determined by some nonsensical theory of cosmic balance?
Does fate really exist?
Did his appearance truly rewrite Zhao Xuerou's life?
I thought that as long as I lived a peaceful life and diligently carried out my research, everything would develop in a positive direction...
Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment, then suddenly clenched his fist.
Screw balance theory!
He firmly believes that he has never done anything wrong!
These are nothing but illusions of Laplace's demon!
Zhao Xuerou might be alive and well right now, trapped in a dreamlike cycle, what the other person called a "game!"
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