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I've found myself a little tired of using the code name "observer" to refer to myself. It is true that I am writing about history, about the stories that have happened, so in order to maintain objectivity, I have to use a more objective third person to describe the stories in my memory, but it is too painful for me to always use the third person to describe my thoughts and experiences. That's not to say I'm going to give up on using a third-person perspective to continue creating, but ...... You'll have to allow me to vent my pent-up emotions.

I didn't want to expose myself as an "author" and "observer". But I really couldn't help it. People always want to show off something to their fellow human beings. I hope you will forgive me for this little willfulness.

The words that refer to myself as "observer" still need to be continued, after all, that was the case at the time, although the days of being an observer are gone. I thought hard about the title of the third part of the non-observer trilogy, but in the end I came up with something so strange that I didn't even understand what I was trying to say - but when I look back on what happened, it does feel very good. Maybe I'll revise the title at the end of the book - who knows what the future holds?

The uncertainty of the future is what makes it interesting. That's exactly what I've learned as a viewer for so long. Then, as the beginning of the account of the "future" where the script has been destroyed, it is better to introduce it with a small meaningful story.

It was a small thing that happened when Ge Yiwei was a researcher at the research institute before sending away Gensokyo and welcoming the Gensokyo trio to XN.

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"Hoo ......"

Ge Yiwei felt a little lonely. But for him, loneliness during this time should be a norm. Looking at the already empty laboratory, he began to think again, if he hadn't chosen this painful path at that time, he might still be able to live quite comfortably: after all, there should still be a place for himself in the Hakurei Shrine.

And here, only his mother can give him spiritual comfort. Even his dad looked at him unpleasantly.

Distraught and don't want to go back to the rented house. Thinking like this, Ge Yiwei, who occasionally glanced at the experimental equipment on the other side of the table, scratched his head, and occasionally thought of a way to relieve boredom: Idle is idle anyway, and do some more simple and simple experiments.

So he decided to do the electron double-slit interference experiment, which in a sense can be said to symbolize the birth of a new quantum mechanics. His hands-on ability was still a bit problematic at the time, clumsy and scrambling, completely different from how skillfully he used the Type 03 sniper rifle on the battlefield. After preparing for a long time, the experimental equipment was finally ready. Wiping his sweat, he pressed the switch on the electronic transmitter and looked at the electronic screen with a sense of flatness and a little anticipation that every experiment would be.

There are no interference streaks. A white mist.

This was the first time that Ge Yiwei had occupied a large laboratory by himself to conduct electron double-slit interference experiments, and he had never seen such a result before — when he was a defense student in the physics department of university. At first, he began to wonder if something had gone wrong while he was debugging the machine. He rechecked all the key links, and scratched his head at the mist on the screen that looked like it was about to turn into white gel, completely unaware of what was going on.

"Shouldn't it?" he said, tapping on the screen, "What's going on? Why White Mist?"

Maybe it's because I'm too tired during this time and I'm dazzled. Rubbing his eyes, he found that the white mist still hadn't disappeared, and Ge Yiwei felt a little bored. When he was about to put the experimental equipment in order and return to the rented house, the automatic door of the laboratory suddenly opened, and a deputy director of the institute came in: "...... Why are you still here?"

"Didn't I take on a popular science project, I want to demonstrate the experiment for the children......"

"Electron double-slit interference? These instruments of ours are not very convenient. Don't demonstrate this experiment. ”

As far as Ge Yiwei's usual experience is concerned, the attitude of the deputy director today is good. Hurriedly picking up a few things that seemed to have been pulled down, he waved his hand at Ge Yiwei: "Go back quickly, after all, you have nothing to do." When the time comes, if something happens in the institute, isn't it a pity that you can't get out of it? ”

This kind of conversation, which is almost premised on the possibility that Ge Yiwei might steal some classified documents, is the norm mentioned earlier. Nodding at the deputy director, knowing that the other party would definitely wait until he walked out of the laboratory before leaving, Ge Yiwei turned around, intending to pack up the experimental instruments as quickly as possible. However, there was a difference between the electronic screen and the previous one that surprised him:

"Interference fringes?...... It was just a cloud of fog?"

Maybe I'm really dazzled. With that in mind, he quickly turned off the switch.