Even though Bai Ling was currently under sedation, what Wu Dayou said still contained too much information, so it would take him some time to digest it.

But fortunately, there is enough time.

Wu Dayou was not in a hurry either. He even had time to get up from his seat, muttering "Where is the Coke", and then ran to other places in the base in a swagger.

Not long after, he came back again, holding a cup from a strange-looking bottle. He pulled the pull ring and put it into his mouth, and it sipped.

"Ha!" Wu Dayou put down the can, "It has to taste the same!"

"Hundreds of years have passed, and I didn't expect that the special vessel I casually made is still intact. As expected, using the power of alien species can indeed create a vacuum environment to a certain extent. Phew, in this case, I don't know how my burgers will turn out. Can they still be eaten?"

Wu Dayou said to himself: "Although I slept for 600 years, I still had several dreams. In my dreams, I kept craving for hamburgers. It's amazing."

Maybe Wu Dayou was also surfing at the forefront of the Internet in his original era, and some of the popular words he said were not even understood by Bering.

Soon, Bai Ling spoke again: "So what should we do?"

He looked at the big screen calmly and rationally: "If we really need to face time, what can we do? Moreover, it is a personified law. As human beings, we have no way to stop the self-destruction of this underlying logic."

Hearing this, Wu Dayou stopped drinking his drink.

He looked back at the camera and chuckled, "No, you're wrong."

"Pure laws are impeccable," he said, gesturing with his fingers, "but if we are mixed in, then He will have weaknesses."

"Some people may think that if an omniscient and omnipotent being, like the Earth, develops consciousness, it will become extremely intractable. But in fact, this is not the case. Only when it is in an absolutely pure state can it be truly calm. However, if it has consciousness, it will become weak."

Wu Dayou shrugged: "Not to mention that this consciousness is still 'us'."

"To put it bluntly, in front of the law, we are all trash, garbage, and stinky dog ​​shit that even if you throw it outside and let a dog lick it, it will spit it out. Do you think a normal person would be willing to smear dog shit on himself?"

Wu Dayou said with a smile: "So, in fact, the present time is the easiest to deal with - because there are traces to follow and loopholes to exploit. Otherwise, you can see the origin. You know, hundreds of years ago, there was no trace of the origin, unlike the future, which is like the descendants who pop out of his craftsmanship one after another."

"However, having said that, time is actually the most difficult to deal with now," Wu Dayou sighed, "but this only applies to those crazy people who want to steal time, such as Hermes. The reason is also very simple. If you are a manhole cover, then you definitely don't know that you will be stolen. But if you are the person watching the manhole cover, then you will definitely guard against it."

"So, it's difficult, but not difficult. This is the current state of time. I would like to call it the dog shit superposition theory. By smearing dog shit on yourself and disgusting others at the same time, you can successfully achieve the state of being immune to evil and all poisons."

Although Wu Dayou's speech was a bit vulgar, he was indeed right in saying some things.

The current time is really difficult.

Theoretically, as long as something has its own thinking, then of course there are traces to follow. Just like bargaining, if the store is a real customer service, you can still negotiate a few dozen dollars. But if it is a robot...

You can't expect to reason with a robot, right?

That is why Wu Dayou said that time is very complicated. After all, human beings are complex individuals.

After a moment's silence, Bai Ling finally asked a key question.

"What about me?" He looked at the big screen, and for the first time, there was a hint of doubt in his tone, "I...what's going on?"

This is the strangest thing about Bering right now.

It is obvious that he is different from other Berings.

Wu Dayou smiled.

He picked up the cup of Coke again and said calmly, "I can't really say for sure. After all, my memories of the past are similar to yours. The only difference is that I relied on my talent and hard work to successfully study biology, chemistry, and physics decades in the future. This is the result of my continuous efforts."

"Therefore, I will simply try to give you a brief description of your existence from the concepts I know," Wu Dayou said, "Oh, you are from the Department of Media, so I have to be a little more down-to-earth."

"First of all, nature will have an impact on certain dominant species, such as the emergence of natural enemies or environmental changes. You probably know this, right?"

Wu Dayou raised his Coke cup and said, "Originally, the law shouldn't have such a concept. After all, even binary oppositions like 'life' and 'death' are just logical differences. The same should be true for time. As the purest cornerstone of the world, it is impossible for Him to have so-called 'natural enemies'."

"But, as I told you before, because we, the rubbish, were mixed into time, time became weak. Therefore, just like a colony-building species would establish its own patch in the habitat, the law can be roughly regarded as a colony of only Him. And now His colony is so powerful that it is hard to suppress - you would never imagine how many Berings He has eaten."

"So, out of the replacement of this dominant species, some kind of derived natural enemy was born," Wu Dayou said, "but you don't need to be happy too soon. According to Liebig's minimum factor restriction law, what can restrict a person is often his weakness. Therefore, you are targeting the weakness of time, that is, constant stillness. At the same time, because you are 'Bering', the bearer of the law of time, you maintain a peculiar state."

After a long talk, Wu Dayou looked at Bai Ling and asked, "Do you understand?"

Bai Ling shook his head slightly, then nodded.

Seeing his expression, Wu Dayou laughed and said, "That's right. After all, I deliberately made it so complicated. In fact, it can be said in a very simple sentence - you are a 'mistake' created after time gave birth to consciousness because of His opposing desire."

"So, you are the one who can truly liberate this world and stop this time... the key! It's like the bug that got into the computer. If you exist, it is very likely to cause a 'short circuit' in time."

After saying this, Wu Dayou took another big gulp of Coke.

"Gulp, gulp", soon, he slammed the Coke bottle heavily on the table: "Ha!"

"Of course, these are just my guesses. As for how you're going to deal with time, I actually don't know," Wu Dayou said honestly, "I'm different from you. I'm just a loser, a waste who evaded his responsibilities, just like that guy hundreds of years ago."

"We have become 'residues' because we have abandoned our responsibilities and have not been completely absorbed by time."

Wu Dayou sighed and said, "The residue can leave the filter, but it will always fall into the trash can in the end. 'Beiling' like us who are not strong-willed will eventually be thrown into a trash can somewhere by time. After all, even He can't kill all the Bailings silently."

"So, those who are helping you now and those who want to persecute you are actually just escapists who are afraid of taking responsibility and afraid of accepting reality," Wu Dayou shook the bottle. "The real warriors, the perfect prophets, the decisive saints, they were all sucked to death by time, becoming the fillers of that law and incorporated into the grand construction!"

"How about it? Doesn't it sound a bit like a hell of a joke? Those who truly intend to save the world are swallowed up by the world, while those who escape and are afraid can contribute to the advancement of the world."

Wu Dayou laughed out loud: "So this world is really garbage! Not only are we garbage, but the world itself is like a garbage can! The end of a saint is to be skinned and tortured, but it is cowards like us who need to stand up and resist! Hahahaha!"

He laughed so hard that he choked on his own saliva.

Bai Ling looked at him quietly.

At this time, he understood more and more that Wu Dayou in front of him might have gone completely crazy.

It would be strange if he wasn't crazy.

I originally thought that I had escaped my responsibility, but later I found out that it was just a false dream. Once time is completely destroyed, I and the people I know will forever sink into purgatory.

You know, after death, people don't just turn into ashes, but the concept of "soul" exists. There are even gods of death like Hela, and laws that preserve the concept of "death" itself.

In such a world, even in death you will never find peace.

Therefore, Wu Dayou probably completely let go of his restrictions, indulged in morbidity, and sang to his heart's content, which was completely different from the Bai Ling of the past.

Compared to the bitter and vengeful oath-breaker and the calm and rational Bai Ling, Wu Dayou looks more like a normal person.

But Bai Ling knew that the anger hidden in the guy in front of him was no less than his own.

After a moment's silence, Bai Ling continued, "So, what have you prepared?"

Faced with this question, Wu Dayou stopped laughing.

His expression gradually became serious, and he leaned towards the camera.

"I have something prepared for you."

Wu Dayou pointed to the big screen in front of him and said, "After the prophecy is over, you can touch the innermost part of the chassis under the screen."

Looking at the non-existent Bai Ling, Wu Dayou smiled proudly: "I left behind a key item that will definitely be very useful - a heart."

"You are an error caused by the opposition of time, and your heart has stopped beating. It is precisely because of this that you can use the power of time recklessly. It is also because of this that you will not be noticed by time."

"But, remember, there is a but here."

"If you want to deal with time, you must stay 'alive'," Wu Dayou said with a smile, "Only 'humans' can get close to the law. You probably haven't forgotten what Hermes told you. And your current state can only be described as a dead human. Therefore, it is difficult for you to truly touch time."

"And if you want to fight against time, you must at least let it notice you. It's no exaggeration to say that in the eyes of time, you who are dead are no more than a stone. How can humans think that the stones on the roadside are challenging them? So, you must take off your hat, and then give time a beautiful straight punch, telling that son of a bitch that you are here!"

He stretched out his hand and waved it forward heavily: "Soon after, you will be able to enter the final confrontation with Him! The winner will gain everything and live a peaceful life, while the loser will be silent forever until he is completely shattered in the vortex of time!"

"This is a duel of fate. The thrilling plot is full of ups and downs, just like a ship sailing in a whirlpool, gathering the hope and faith of mankind until it reaches the new world or sinks to the bottom of the sea!"

Wu Dayou was probably getting excited.

Or maybe he was drunk on Coke.

Anyway, now he started talking nonsense.

And Bai Ling just looked at him calmly.

In the final analysis, he already knew most of the things, but he still didn't understand many key factors.

Just like Wu Dayou said, if we give that guy time to throw a straight punch, how should we make him give up the idea of ​​self-destruction?

It's impossible to really rely on the personality correction fist, right?

He is not Camus, and the person opposite him is not Char.

But a heart...

Bai Ling seemed to remember something and turned to look at Wu Dayou's chest.

Sure enough, traces of silk thread stitching could be vaguely seen on his flat chest.

Too.

If you want to put a heart together and bring yourself back to life, how can you use someone else's heart?

In the final analysis, only the original ones can be adapted.

After a moment's silence, Bai Ling nodded slightly towards Wu Dayou.

"I understand," he said, "I'll try."

Wu Dayou smiled.

"It doesn't matter whether you work hard or not," he shook his Coke cup, "Just do your duty and let everything take its course..."

"You thought I would say that, didn't you?"

Wu Dayou threw the Coke bottle at the camera fiercely: "Fuck you! You piece of shit! Do it for me, do you hear me?! I don't want to be repeatedly rubbed by time after I die, that would be too painful!"

"Even if it means being torn to pieces, even if there is no hope for recovery, you must risk your life to resolve it! I don't care about the process, I only care about the result!!"

"If you need to die, then die; if you need to be tortured, then be tortured; if you need to sacrifice the lives of 3.5 billion people, then go and kill the majority of people in the world one by one!! Use all your strength, use all your wisdom, no matter what unorthodox methods you use, I just want to see success, success, damn success!"

His face pressed against the camera: “Did you hear that? I asked you, did you hear that?!”

After a distorted expression, Wu Dayou took half a step back.

He held his head with an expression that looked like he was half crying and half laughing.

soon.

Wu Dayou raised his hand and pounded the table hard.

As he hammered, he howled, "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!!"

He screamed at the top of his lungs, his fists heavy and powerful, like gears biting tightly into a lock, rotating over and over again in the mechanical operation.

Again and again, the pale tabletop was gradually stained with a hint of scarlet as he moved.

Drops of blood were left in the pale nothingness, decadent and dead.

Bai Ling just watched his actions silently.

After a long time.

Wu Dayou wiped his fist and said, "Sorry, I lost my composure."

"Anyway, just do your best," he said calmly, as if the previous madness was completely different from him. "Don't be too stressed, and don't be too anxious. I believe in you. After all, we are all the same in the final analysis, only the details are different."

"Oh, remember don't rush to install the heart. If you install it, then that madman in Western Europe will also be able to sense you. Although he is no longer a prophet, his nose is as sharp as a dog's, and he has caused me a lot of trouble in the past."

"Also," Wu Dayou finally looked at Bai Ling, "be careful of the guy in the narrow space of time."

"If I guess correctly, that time is specially used to target people like you. She was given instructions a long time ago to hunt you down and kill you until you are completely crushed to ashes."

"Thinking about it, I really have too much free time," Wu Dayou laughed, "I even found a beautiful girl to hunt you down. I don't know if it's to give you a benefit or to disgust you. Anyway, that's it. I'm tired and I'm going to rest next."

"Anyway, if you fail, I'll die too. Before that, I'd rather stay in this godforsaken shelter for 30 million years. Bye."

After saying this, the big screen in front of Bai Ling suddenly went dark.

Looking at the black screen.

Bai Ling remained silent, but his fingers dug into his skin tightly, and the marks of his nails were deeply embedded in his palms.

"That's right. It's inevitable that people will go crazy." Bai Ling said to himself, "It's already pretty good that he survived until now."

At least he will probably go crazy next.

Thinking of this, Bai Ling, who had been calm at first, even began to feel a little sympathy for himself for returning to a normal state of mind.

After suddenly receiving such a huge amount of information and being treated like that by Wu Dayou, you would probably be shocked, right?

But who cares about him?

Anyway, everyone is crazy, and the result will be similar if you are crazy too.

The messy thoughts continued in my mind.

Bai Ling slowly closed his eyes and his consciousness gradually emerged.