"Has the institute discovered any new variants recently?"

Anzhe thought for a moment and replied, "Not yet."

After replying, he sent out the revised sentence.

——"Is the courtroom safe?"

The other replied, "The courtroom is operating normally."

Anzhe felt a little relieved.

"Best wishes." He politely sent a closing message, "Good night."

The other replied with only two words.

"Good night."

Looking at the two words, Anzhe removed his fingers from the keyboard and took out the silver badge. His body was weakening faster and faster, and he had passed the last moment. His finger joints were stiff, and he tried to hold the badge in his hand.

There was a sound from the stairs, and Polly went upstairs, but he did not return to his room. Instead, he stood silently at the railing in the corridor with his back to this place.

Anzhe stood up, pushed the door, and came to Polly's side. The music stopped. Downstairs, the Simpson cage was burning. The night was blowing in. A long howl came from the distant dark sky.

Polly said, "Aren't you staying inside?"

Anzhe shook his head. He thought about what Tang Lan had said before.

"Sir," he said, "Have you understood anything?"

Polly looked at him.

"Sometimes, I feel that your ability to accept is higher than everyone else," Polly said, "You are very special. It seems that you are more vulnerable than everyone else, and it seems that you are not afraid of anything."

Anzhe lowered his eyes slightly.

He said, "Yeah."

"But we haven't got the final answer yet," Polly reached out and buttoned the first row of buttons on Anzhe's coat, "Would you like to hear a very simple story?"

Anzhe said, "Yes."

"It was a hypothesis of a scientist a long time ago." Polly's voice was gentle in the cold wind.

"Suppose one day, you traveled through time and space and came to the future. There, you traveled through time and space again, went back a day, and came here." Polly said, "Then there will be two identical you in front of me now."

An Zhe thought for a while and said, "Hmm."

"You know that a unit of matter is an atom, and there is electricity in the atom. There are no two identical leaves in the world, but all the electricity is exactly the same. In this case, how can you tell whether the two electrons are two different individuals?"

An Zhe thought for a while and said, "They are in different positions."

"But space is not a measure of position, and neither is time. These two things are meaningful only to four-dimensional humans. In higher dimensions, time and space are just the horizontal and vertical coordinates of a blank sheet of paper, like this." Polly took a piece of chalk from his pocket, drew a dot on the railing in front of them, and said, "An electron moves freely in time and space. The left is back and the right is forward. Now it travels through time and moves forward for one second."

As he spoke, his pen drew a slash forward to the lower right, punctuating: "After traveling through time, it is here."

"Then, it traveled through time again, moved back one second, and stopped here." The chalk drew a line to the lower left, punctuating.

Now there are three points and two lines on the railing, forming a sharp angle opening to the left, and the two points on the left are on a vertical line. Polly drew this vertical line: "Our time is at this second. What do we see at this time?"

Anzhe thought for a long time.

Finally, he said, "Two electrons."

"Yes, we saw two identical electrons. But they are actually one in essence, they just appeared in two places at the same time." Polly pointed to the countless star-like electrons next to them and said, "According to an inaccurate estimate, there are 1051 identical electrons on our earth, which make up the matter we can see. How can you prove that this is not the result of one electron repeatedly oscillating and shuttling back and forth on the time axis billions of times?"

"With that kind of logic, how can you prove that the existence of the entire universe we see is not the result of one or several elementary particles dancing in time and space?"

An Zhe frowned. He couldn't prove it.

He used his limited cognition to digest this sentence with difficulty.

"So you and Mr. are both the same electron?"

Poli smiled gently, and he stretched out his hand to hug An Zhe's thin shoulders, like an elder hugging an innocent child.

"This is just one of the countless conjectures that humans have about the nature of the world. It is not the truth, or it is far from the truth. It is just difficult for us to verify it." He said, "I only give this example to illustrate that our bodies, thoughts and wills are short-lived, and the existence of the entire earth is smaller than an electric charge in a larger scale."

Anzhe looked into the distance. He was just a simple mushroom. He didn't have the brain of a scientist, nor did he have such rich knowledge and far-sighted thoughts that transcended dimensions. He couldn't understand such a system. He only knew that this world was really in front of him. He whispered, "But they are all real."

After he finished speaking, his expression suddenly went blank for a second, his brows knitted, and his lungs ached.

He held the railing tightly, his body trembled violently, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, and fell forward.

Polly's arms trembled, he caught Anzhe's body that slipped and fell, and held him in his arms.

"Rum!" He shouted loudly towards the laboratory, his voice anxious.

Anzhe knew that Polly wanted to treat him again, or find the cause of his illness, using temperature, antibiotics, defibrillator... those things.

He vomited blood again, and Polly reached out and wiped it off with his sleeve.

The blood dyed the corner of the snow-white sleeve red. Anzhe looked at Polly and forced a smile.

"No need." He slowly grasped Polly's arm with his fingers, panted a few times, and whispered, "...Really no need."

Polly grabbed him tightly: "Hold on a little longer."

"No..." Anzhe looked into his eyes, and he seemed to see the endless sea and sky.

He was actually fine, and he hadn't reached his weakest moment yet. At least he could still move and his mind was clear.

But he would die eventually, either tomorrow or tomorrow - he could just die like this. Polly was the best elder in the world. He treated him as his beloved child and was so good to him... At the end of his life, he could die with such a gentle love, which was something that other people of this era could not even hope for. But if he died like this, Polly would have to accept his death from illness without any reason. He could not find the cause of the disease and he could do nothing about it. An Zhe knew that for human scientists, such unsolvable problems and unexplainable truths were the deepest depression.

He could also die as a monster - he was not afraid that Polly hated him, because what Polly gave him was enough.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry," he looked at Polly. After making that decision, he felt much more relaxed. The pain in his body was nothing. He said again, "I'm sorry, Polly."

Polly stared at him.

"놖..." Anzhe smiled, coughed a few times, and tears fell, the temperature was exactly the same as the blood. He panted hard and said to Polly: "놖... lied to you, 놖 is not a person infected by monsters. 놖 is a monster, 놖 is not a person, 놖 just... just ate a person's genes, 놖 just... looks like a person."

Polly seemed to be stunned for a second, and the next moment, his gray-blue eyes showed a more gentle sadness: "No matter what you are, hold on a little longer, okay?"

Anzhe shook his head.

"놖 is not sick." He said: "놖's life span... is only this long, it can't be changed... don't save it."

After the voice fell, Polly hugged him tightly. They looked at each other and fell into a sad silence.

Compared to disease and pain, the predetermined life span of a species is something more irresistible. The end is destined from the moment of birth, and no one can cross that threshold, the threshold set by Emperor Wu - if Emperor Wu really exists.

In this speechless silence, the cold wind was howling, and in the sound of the wind, Anzhe heard Polly say a word.

- The moment the voice fell in his ears. His body trembled suddenly. This sentence is so familiar, so familiar that he seemed to be back to that night three months ago, facing Lu Xun, and the wind was also very strong that day.

Polly Jones said, "What's in your hand?"

Facing him, Anzhe no longer had anything to hide, and he slowly opened his fingers.

A silver badge lay quietly in his hand, which was a token of the identity of the Inquisitor.

Polly's eyes fell on the badge, and Anzhe swore that he saw a kind of distant sadness in those gray-blue eyes.

Then, Polly Jones reached out and took something out of the inner pocket of his coat and held it in his palm.

Anzhe widened his eyes slightly.

It was also a silver badge.

- Almost the same badge.

"You..." Anzhe was stunned: "You are... the Inquisitor?"

"I used to be." Polly whispered: "I am a defector."

The author has something to say:

The theory is Feynman's single-electrode universe hypothesis.

It is not the worldview of this article.