After a long 10 years, I was finally repatriated from Africa through my own efforts.

However, after helping Wang Keke escape from prison, she was unwilling to live with me.

In her words: The old lady has served the little one for ten years, but she can't serve the big one anymore. So she prefers to go back to Lancoco Bar to be her hostess, only to summon me over every now and then to have a drink and chat with her.

Tina, who has been naturalized, has chosen to stay in the Africa Project Department, believing that Africa is the only place where she can develop her abilities. Although her work in the project department has risen from serving tea and pouring water and organizing documents to coordinating with the local government and indigenous people.

As she did in Africa to meet me at my apartment every week, she still videos with me on the Internet once a week, and from time to time she expressed her melancholy about my departure from Africa. But just a moment, she would discuss with me with great interest the possibility of leaving the Commune of Sheila for a long time and maintaining the stability of the valley, but I knew that her struggle was actually that her freedom was confined to a small valley, but she did not have the courage to give up here, because she was afraid that she would grow old, and that her people would be swallowed up by the void, and even more afraid that some monsters from the Divine Realm would come.

Every weekend, Xiao Xu Xu would bring her girlfriend, a eunuch with a personality quite similar to Mi Min, to have dinner with me. Of course, I will call Lao Fan and his wife, because they have been self-proclaimed my son's godfather and godmother for many years without my permission.

The rest of the time, I almost got back to the way I was before I went to Africa, waking up on time every morning, walking to work after a simple workout, and eating in the afternoon in the cafeteria, which was not crowded with me, after a relaxed but relatively tight day, because due to the change of status, I was already eligible to sit alone in the booth and enjoy my dinner time.

After eating, I would walk back to my house on Shunhe Street, and sometimes as I passed by the grove on Shunhe Street, I would stop to look at the sky and try to think about the rationality of everything I had experienced.

I re-raised a pot of crab claw orchids and two red-capped tiger heads, and spent most of my evenings after work with them on the balcony.

The rest of the time, I would write under the lamp the novel that Mi Min wanted to write that had been conceived for many years, written for many years, given up many times, but forced myself to write from scratch - "Quantum God".

My thoughts about this book are this, unlike the quantum encryption communication used now, what if it is a completely quantum state information collection model? Then the information carrying capacity of a single quantum state particle must be limited, so the quantum state particle with contract properties can carry enough information to form a soul.

Consciousness is the way and means by which the soul manipulates the particles of the quantum state, and consciousness is also composed of the particles of the quantum state, and the relationship between the soul and consciousness is realized through quantum entanglement.

In other words, if a person manipulates consciousness with a soul, can capture, control, manipulate, and combine free quantum state particles and combine them into different material forms, then a miracle has been achieved, and perhaps this soul has become a god.

If, on the other hand, the soul loses its carrier, that is, the body, but still exists in the state of a collection of particles of quantum states, then the information that she has independent properties will not be lost.

I told my son about my idea at a weekend family gathering, and Xu, who considered himself a talented scientist like his mother, scoffed at it.

He told me that all matter, including quantized particles, is a different form of movement of energy. In other words, information is also composed of energy, and even if the form of energy movement can be fixed to carry information, then quantum particles and wave-particle duality can never maintain a collective state without a carrier.

I have always remembered every word of the letter that Mimiin wrote to me, and I have kept a little hope in my heart for many years that she still exists in some form between this world and does not leave me.

At this time, Lao Fan's daughter-in-law slapped the table and said to Xiao Xu Little rabbit cub, you know a fart, people have three souls and seven spirits, as long as you find these three souls and seven spirits, the dead can be resurrected. After saying this, she also said to me, Lao Xu, I support you, Lao Fan and I both understand you, and after speaking, she kicked Lao Fan, who was already under the table, Lao Fan stretched out a hand and made an OK gesture, and continued to fall asleep.

At this time, Xiao Xu's girlfriend Xiao Ling said to me that what Lao Fan's daughter-in-law and aunt said made sense, even if the quantized information collection will escape, but there is still quantum entanglement, if there are enough theories and means, we can retrieve this information.

I said to Xiao Ling tiredly, okay, I understand what she means. After saying that, I went back to my room.

The next day was Saturday, and my son shouted at the door early in the morning: "Xu is three years old, Xu is three years old, get up, get up soon." ”

I got up and asked him what he wanted to do, but he only said that he was taking me somewhere.

In the car, he told me that Xiao Ling went back yesterday to criticize him, and he seriously thought about the idea I proposed yesterday, and discussed with Xiao Ling for half a night, and decided to confirm my guess.

An hour later, we arrived at our home in the Century Gardens community, which is located 50 kilometers away.

The house is very clean, and it seems that Xiao Xu often comes back here.

Sitting down on the sofa, Xiao Xu took out a cigarette and gave me one, and our father and son leaned on the back of the sofa, smoking silently in front of the photo of a family of three on the wall.

"You must miss your mom a lot. Xiao Xu was the first to break the silence.

I smiled and looked at the photos on the wall, Miao Min was wearing a pink wedding dress and smiling brightly at me.

"I don't want to think about it all the time. With that, I got up, walked into the bedroom, and took out my box containing my diary from under the large closet.

Back in the living room, put the box on the coffee table, take out the key from the vase on the side table, open the box, and take out the contents one by one.

A yellowed martial arts novel, a diary, a letter, and a piece of paper.

I opened the piece of paper, and on it was the familiar font of Mi Min: "Please transfer it to Da Xuxu, the password is his son's nickname, and he knows it." ”

Handing Miao Min's letter to Xiao Xu, I opened the diary. I first turned to my record of my son when I was a child, and looked at the "little dog bear" and "little fat pig" with a bar and a fork, I couldn't help laughing, and everything in the past was vivid.

Turn to the last page where I wrote, "Mimian ran away with someone, and I'm very sad." When I was a few words, I suddenly noticed a shallow scratch on the word "ran".

I picked up my notebook and looked at the sunlight shining in from the balcony and looked closely at the teardrop-shaped scratch, which I was sure was coming from behind, because it was pressing against the top of the word.

At this time, Xiao Xu had already read the letter, found out about my actions, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Someone has touched this notebook. As I spoke, I heard my heart pounding.

"Look at this scratch, it must have been pressed from behind, no one has touched this book for more than ten years, where did this trace come from?" I said to Xiao Xu excitedly.

Xiao Xu took the notebook, looked at the sunlight seriously, and said, "It's like a drop of water, it should be tear stains, but there is no watermark around." ”

He put down his hand, turned his head and said to me: "According to Xiao Ling's guess and the information leaked in my mother's letter, I think it is possible that my mother may really be pure energy, that is, what she said, the soul is quantized, which is completely possible under the technical level of more than ten years ago." ”

I said, "Don't talk about it, say something I can understand." ”

Xiao Xu thought for a while and said, "You said that your mother is a genius scientist, and she speaks categorically and never breaks her word. Then, according to the information revealed in the letter, Mom may have really found evidence to explain the soul. After a pause, he continued, "So your guess is probably right, and it is really possible that the soul is a quantized collection of particles carrying information. ”

I said, "You mean we can't see her and can't contact her because of Schrödinger's cat?"

He looked at me with an illiterate look and said, "I have already discussed this problem with Xiao Ling last night, and we think that it is not the quantum collapse caused by measurement, but the quantum state particles that make up my mother's soul, which are affected by quantum consciousness and unstable shuttle between high-dimensional space-time and our space-time. ”

I lowered my head with my hands in my hands and said to Xiao Xu, "Do you know how your mother used to explain these things to me?"

Xiao Xu blinked and looked at me puzzled.

I raised my head and said, "She will say to me arrogantly, I won't say anything about the process, because you can't understand what she says, and then she will tell me the answer directly." ”

Xiao Xu was stunned, then opened his mouth and laughed.

I slapped him on the back of the head, and he stopped and said to me, grinning, "I mean, Mom, she can't be consistent on this plane, so she can't contact you." ”

I slapped him again, and he dodged and said, "I don't understand this, didn't you go to college?"

I said, "Hitting you will give you a long memory, so that you don't have to play with these things next time you answer my questions." ”

He muttered, "You said it yourself, my mother didn't like to show off her knowledge in front of you before, you still have to listen obediently." ”

I stood up and said, "Your mom is a black belt 5th dan, are you?"

He froze, dumbfounded, speechless, and then burst into a barbell-like laugh.

Back on Shunhe Street, I sorted out my thoughts and started writing my novel again, and I decided that this time I must finish this book in one go.

However, a week later, Xiao Xu's phone call changed my plans.