Chapter 188 Abstract Concepts
It also knew that they had not reached the end of this world, and it came to ask, and it seemed to have its own ideas and ambitions. It just hadn't said it yet, and if the time was right, it might not say it later.
Now that we have successfully entered the Black Tower, it seems like the right time to part ways and go our separate ways from now on.
But on the one hand, it seemed to be looking at him a little too closely, and on the other hand, Lu Jiamu still had some things he hadn't figured out and didn't want to say goodbye to it forever.
Lu Jiamu blinked and started to play dumb: "What else? Aren't we already in?"
The diary was silent for a moment: "Tsk, you are not going to throw me away after you have used me, right? Huh?"
“No.” Lu Jiamu turned over on the broken bed and turned to the other side. “I just think that as long as we wait here peacefully until the countdown ends, we can leave this world.”
"Are you serious? You really think so?"
Diary wanted to nudge Lu Jiamu a couple more times, but failed to touch him, so it turned around and prepared to chat with Yu Leng.
Yu Leng had originally planned to listen in on their conversation, but now seeing it turning back to look for him, he was afraid of being tricked, so he immediately slipped away.
The diary could only look back at Lu Jiamu: “Hey, hey.”
Seeing that he still ignored her, Diary circled the iron bed and came to the front of Lu Jiamu, squatted down and called him: "Hey, Mu Tou."
Lu Jiamu turned over a new leaf again, and Diary could only run around the bunk bed to face him.
After repeating this several times, the diary ran around the bed several times, but Lu Jiamu still refused to communicate. After a brief thought, it stopped running and asked in a sinister tone, "Even if you have entered the Black Tower, people at the bottom are still just cannon fodder when necessary. You know this, right?"
"Do you think you can leave if I start killing people here?"
Lu Jiamu didn't reply, and said without hesitation: "Then you go, and no one else can leave."
He now looks like he's willing to live as long as he can, and he doesn't care where he lives, or maybe he has grasped the mentality of the diary.
Diary immediately admitted defeat and walked around again to Lu Jiamu: "I was wrong, I was just joking, don't take it seriously, I'm not that kind of person."
It squatted down again, came closer and asked: "Everyone here is a time bomb now, don't you think?"
After hearing this, Lu Jiamu finally stopped flipping the book over and over and looked at it directly.
"I inherited the child's memory. I know what the old man you met before did." The diary pointed to his head. "I also know you, wooden head. You look so dead now. He must have given you something, and you hid it from me. Is it the elevator card?"
Lu Jiamu did not give a direct answer, but said something scumbag: "If you insist on thinking this way, then I can't help it."
The diary has become accustomed to his expression, and it seems that it can't do anything about him.
He couldn't snatch it away openly because his ability could restrain him. He would definitely not fall for it if he was threatened by his companions. If it had no way to convince him to change his mind, then even if he was here today, he would just break the card and not give it to him.
"You talked with the old man for such a long time, he must have told you everything. There are no secrets now, right?" The diary thought for a moment and said, "This black tower is a stepping stone for jumping between parallel time and space. You know this, right?"
Lu Jiamu nodded: "I have heard of it, but it doesn't matter. Tell me again what you think about this matter. Let me see if the old man missed anything."
"What do I think?" Diary had never heard what the old man said specifically. He thought about it for a moment, as if he was quickly considering what to say and what not to say. "As I told you at the beginning, I have played a complete round of the game. I naturally know more about what this world is like than you do. I will not and there is no need to lie to you on this point."
Instead of rushing to give a brief explanation, it sincerely asked a question: "Wooden head, do you know Zeno's tortoise?"
This is a very classic model, Lu Jiamu knew it and nodded.
The so-called Zeno's tortoise is about a warrior who can run 10 meters per second, chasing a tortoise that can only crawl one meter per second 100 meters away. But when the warrior runs forward 100 meters to catch up with the tortoise, the tortoise has also crawled forward 10 meters. When the warrior continues to chase forward 10 meters, the tortoise has already crawled forward one meter, so theoretically it is believed that the warrior cannot catch up with the tortoise.
It can be roughly understood as people of different frequencies cannot get together.
But whether the brave man will catch up with the tortoise and meet the tortoise head-on actually depends on whether the observer's observation of them is continuous or discontinuous, and how high the resolution is.
If the observer can only record the result once every second, then at this resolution, one will not see the hero catch up with the tortoise and collide with the tortoise.
When the diary suddenly mentioned Zeno's tortoise, Lu Jiamu knew it was definitely not about arithmetic problems.
"This is just a metaphor, but we really live on this track. Suppose that every step you take now is 0.44 meters, then you can only run discontinuously like 0.44, 0.88 meters, instead of crawling on the ground centimeter by centimeter like a snake, right?" The diary said, "So you start to think that 0.44 meters is the smallest unit when running. Although you don't know what is between 0.44 and 0.88 meters, in your opinion 0.44 meters is the truth on this playground.
But what if someone's step is 0.3 or 0.6 meters? From the first step from the starting point, you are staggered, so even if you are on the same playground, you will not affect each other. And with your blind resolution, you can't even feel each other at all. "
"This is what you learned in school. It's one of the principles of quantum physics. The essence of the world is discontinuous energy. However, this discontinuity is not the 0.44m on the playground, but the Planck constant of 6.626*10^-34Js. We are all created by 6.626. 6.626 is the first step for the world to move from nothingness to grandeur. But in the same way, why can't 5.625 or 7.625 form a world?"
"It's not that these worlds don't exist. It's that as creatures of 6.626, we are like a radio with a fixed frequency. We can only listen to the content of channel 6.626, so we can only find the constant 6.626. Unless the channel is adjusted by external forces. You can verify this in the physics books of every world. The Planck constant of other worlds is not 6.626. This is the most fundamental difference between us and them."
The diary drew a circle on the bed board: "The twelve doors, clocks, and pointers are just a kind of representation based on the concepts we can understand. In fact, it is a regulator hanging on the parallel time and space, locking 12 time and space at a time, so that we can start from 6.626, increase the underlying parameters little by little, and travel through the parallel world. I call this process ascending.
“Once this process begins, we cannot go back. We must go to the next door until we have completed the circle and come back to an integer multiple of 6.626. Only then can we see the original world again.
In fact, we have never left this land. All our family, friends and the normal world are close at hand, right here on this playground. It’s just that because the frequency is wrong, we are out of sync with them, so we can’t see or feel them with our senses. Are you satisfied with this explanation?”
The diary pointed upwards again: "So in theory, the parameter 6.626 is our coordinate. As long as we have the correct coordinate, we can go directly home. And those who choose the wrong coordinate may randomly go to a world that has been completely destroyed."
"But don't underestimate the small changes. The subtle differences in the underlying logic are a huge chasm. Otherwise, there wouldn't be 12 gates. No matter what the parallel worlds look like, our world is pure and uncontaminated."
"But look at these people, they are all dirty and disgusting. If we take these things back, our world will be ruined." Diary said with disdain, "Especially the special items on the fourth and fifth floors. They are all sources of pollution and must not be left behind."
"So, we must disconnect the links between the Black Tower and its upper and lower parts and seize their equipment. Only three of us can go back this time. If you continue to sit there and wait for death, something bad will definitely happen."
Seeing it speak so indignantly, Lu Jiamu hesitated for a moment, and then chose to directly expose it: "But if I remember correctly, you seem to have died."
The diary immediately explained: "I am indeed dead. You attended my funeral. It is obvious. You can see that I did not hide it from you. But I am different from them. I am of the same mind as you."
Lu Jiamu raised his eyebrows slightly, as if asking what the mentality was.
The diary was lying on the edge of the bed, like an obedient puppy: "Although I am dead, the fact that we are best friends will never change. I have never hurt you from the beginning to the end, and I will never hurt you in the future. I have always been very good to you along the way, and everything is just like before."
Lu Jiamu didn't fall for this emotional trick and just looked at him quietly without saying a word.
"But there are no outsiders here now, only the two of us. Can you stop pretending to be a gentleman?" The diary whispered, "Even if I'm dead, so what? Do you really care about the life and death of others? We are friends, isn't that the most important thing?"
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