Christina played for another two hours, and when a recent task came to an end, she let go of the mouse and sighed, "It's so similar to my world." ”

Liu Ziru knew that there would be such a result, and he comforted, "Maybe this game was made by someone from your side." He may not be able to go back because of some circumstances, but he wants to tell himself that he has been, so he chooses to make games. ”

Christina thought about it, what Liu Ziru said did make sense, but she didn't agree with this truth.

She pondered for a moment and said, "What if every game corresponds to a world."

The game where a group of people shoot guns just now is now this "Fallout 4".

Even...... The world you live in, the world you think is real, is not real, but a video game that exists in a certain world.

And...... Is it my world first, then this game, or this game first, and then my world, really...... I don't understand......"

Liu Ziru wanted to retort, I have really lived in this world for more than 20 years, I don't know if this world is real or fake?

But when he was about to speak, he shut up again.

It's true that she was born and raised in this world, but Christina was also born and raised in the wasteland world for many years.

For the two, with themselves as a benchmark, both sides are the real world.

If Christina's world is the real world. I was indeed more inclined to believe that the game was made by someone who came out of the wasteland.

But what if, as Christina said, it's really because of this game that the wasteland world exists?

That world is like a ball of chaos, and when it is not recognized, it is almost non-existent. However, once it is recognized, it instantly becomes what people want to know.

This leads to a classic conspiracy inference.

The whole world, the existence of all human beings is meaningless, and no one cares about the survival of human beings except human beings themselves.

And the reason why human beings exist is because of the "collective unconscious".

All literary and artistic works on the planet, whether it is television, movies, games.

They exist so that people on Earth can see them, although people know that they are "fake". However, the power of the collective subconscious can turn these falsehoods into reality.

In the starry sky that human beings have not yet come into contact with, one world after another has been born like literary and artistic works.

Why do people on Earth do this? What is the use of this Creator-like power?

The answer is very simple, that is, let people in another world create literary and artistic works about the earth, so that people on that planet can subconsciously believe in the existence of human beings on the earth.

It's a nested structure, humans on Earth, or humans on any planet. Because of the fear of something, many "compatriots" were created.

Then, through literary and artistic works as anchors, mutual knowledge seems to be avoided, so that some kind of calamity can be avoided.

This inference seems to be corroborated by reality.

Just recently, Liu Ziru saw a study by a professor at Princeton University in the United States.

The university professor discovered a strange phenomenon: when there is a lot of big news, people's attention is extremely consistent, with the same "emotion", such as fear and fear, the random number distribution of the world will change and become non-random.

For example, in the United States at 911, random numbers were almost completely non-random.

In order to verify, the professor asked many people to meditate collectively in a room, and found that there was a significant shift in random numbers.

For example, if you think about "heads", the probability of a coin turning heads is higher.

Does this mean that the human will can affect many things, and when the will is strong enough, it can turn the whole world upside down?

Even historical materialists, only because of their own subjective will, eliminated the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, and created a new era in which a better life can be created with only the hands of the people.

The more Liu Ziru thought about it, the more scared he felt.

This is very similar to the emotion that Christina just felt.

The reason why Christina felt fear just now was because she saw a world in the game that was very similar to the world she was in.

The lower the similarity, perhaps makes people feel familiar. But once it is too similar, it will be like a human face, falling into the uncanny valley, which is extremely terrifying.

Imagine that one day you download a game, as soon as you open it, you find that the content of the game is the real thing, you open the computer, download the game, open the game, and there is another you sitting in front of the computer to download the game......

Liu Ziru suddenly felt that there were some things that had to be confirmed with his grandfather.

His grandfather returned to live in the countryside, he did not have a mobile phone, only a radio station that could send and receive messages, and he had to go home and use the radio to communicate with his grandfather.

"Let's go home." Liu Ziru said.

Christina looked at Liu Ziru with a somewhat strange appearance and nodded.

"That's it? I'll come back when I have time. Zhao Shanghe had another look on his face, and winked at Liu Ziru.

Liu Ziru was full of worries now, didn't pay much attention to Zhao Shanghe, and directly pulled Christina away with her things.

Zhao Shanghe looked at Liu Ziru's hurried figure and muttered, "It's really strange, when did this kid be so anxious?" ”

Sitting on the group car, the night has bloomed, Christina looked at the prosperity of the city, and couldn't help but think about when her world could reach such a level.

She tilted her head to look at Liu Ziru, feeling that her boss seemed to be a little strange, completely lost the calm appearance when she first met him.

Now he looks like a child who has never been in the world and suddenly runs into trouble. This contrast between the past and the back made her feel a little strange.

Liu Ziru's home is still a very large house in the LC district, which is about enough for a petty bourgeoisie in the city to struggle for ten lifetimes or work for a thousand years.

Although the price of land is expensive, the things piled up in the house are not valuable things. Even if you tell others that this is a scrap yard, some people will believe it.

When she opened the door and turned on the light, Christina saw Liu Ziru lying on the bottle cap on the ground like scrap copper and rotten iron on the ground at home, and she could confirm with great certainty that her boss was rich and a veritable local tyrant.

Of course, the wealth is rivaled by the country, and it is also because on the wasteland, a village can also be established.

Liu Ziru cleared out an open space, took two cups of cold white water, handed Christina a cup and said, "Drink a glass of water quietly first." ”

“？？？”

In most countries in the world, you need to have a license to play radio, and China is no exception.

Liu Ziru remembered that when he was a child, when he didn't have a license, he was arrested for playing radio, and he felt a little like laughing.

Of course, he can't laugh now, and he won't be caught.

One is because he is a little worried and in a hurry, and the other is because he has obtained the Amateur Radio Class A operation certificate.

He finished his drink and went upstairs to his room and turned on the radio that had been dusty for a long time. This radio station is old enough, and it doesn't use integrated circuits, but very distinctive glow tubes.

The machine composed of glow tubes has great requirements for electricity, and when the machine is turned on, it is obvious that the light is dimmed.

However, after the glow radio station was turned on, no one cared if the lights would come on or not. For no other reason than the fact that the glow tube is so beautiful.

This slightly fluorescent light bulb is arranged in a way that has the aesthetic of old-school industrial equipment. And, with the modulation, with the frequency of the sound coming out of the speaker, the glow tube also vibrated rhythmically.

Cristina, who was originally slightly frightened of the electronic devices of this world, saw this huge glow tube radio station, and a reassuring smile appeared on her face.

The radio station in front of her is the electronic device she is familiar with. Like a mobile phone, a very highly integrated machine, thin like a piece of paper, but extremely powerful, she has a sense of strangeness.

Naturalists often like to feel in control, and in the few hours she has been in this world, Cristina has seen too many things that she would not be able to understand.

Her sanity had been declining, and it wasn't until she saw the huge radio station that she felt familiar again.

She felt that she could articulate the purpose of any part of the machine, and even give herself enough time and materials to make another one of the same devices.

Liu Ziru is not an all-knowing and all-powerful god, he doesn't need to create a stone that he can't move, he can find many stones that he can't move at all, and he doesn't know Christina's thoughts.

The civilian frequency band is extremely narrow, and if all radio frequency bands are compared to a water pipe, then the civilian frequency band is almost the same as a line.

"CX234454, CX234454, CX234454 call CX45546, call CX45546, call CX45546, please answer when you hear it."

"CX234454, CX234454, CX234454 call CX45546, call CX45546, call CX45546, please answer when you hear it."

"CX234454, CX234454, CX234454 call CX45546, call CX45546, call CX45546, please answer when you hear it."

Liu Ziru called three times in a row, and when he was about to call for the fourth time, he heard it.

"CX234454, CX234454, CX234454, I'm CX45546, CX45546, CX45546 please answer when you hear it."

"Grandpa is me, Over."

"What's the matter with you kid? Over.” Grandpa's voice was impatient through the electromagnetic waves.

"Grandpa, I have something to ask you, Over."

"What's the matter? Over.”

"Is our world real? Over.”

"Of course it's true, you've got a watt in your head? Over.”

"It's not broken, but that's ...... Over.”

"What's wrong? Over.”

"What are the consequences of taking the people out of the store? I used to ask the people in the store, and they had never been out of the store. Over.”

"Who did you take out? Girl? Over.”

"Hmm, Over."

"You kid is like your grandfather and me, it's much better than your soft dad, it's time to tell you a story.

A human being is like a staircase keeper. His desk was placed around the corner of the staircase entrance, and he watched as the guests pushed open the iron door of the entrance and ran down the stairs to their homes.

The task of this staircase master is also very simple, which is to open his log book every day and record the situation of going down and going up the stairs today.

He'd been doing it all his life, and he seemed to have been doing it since he was born, and now he's over half a hundred years old, still recording the inhabitants in this dilapidated stairwell.

He didn't leave his desk for a single step, and he was also full of anticipation and fear of the world beyond the stairwell.

Suddenly, one day, a young man broke into the stairwell, and when he saw the staircaser, he hurriedly said, "Please help me, I live in 2002, but I forgot my key." It's so late, I can only beg you. ”

The staircase keeper chuckled, and he shrugged off the lad's question, saying, "No kidding, 2002? How can there be 2002 in this building! It can't be, if you just want to sneak into this building as a resident, please leave quickly. ”

The young man was stunned, he didn't expect the other party to react like this. He didn't know that although the stairkeeper lived in a cramped space, he was very confident about the situation in this building.

The lad felt like he had been splashed with dirty water for no reason, and he asked the staircase manager, "Well, why do you say there can't be room 2002?" ”

The staircase keeper sat down slowly, took out his notebook, and said to the young man, "You see, I've been working here for almost sixty years, and I've seen all the people who walked up this staircase. The tallest of them lives on the sixth floor.

And I found a pattern, there are the most people living on the second and third floors, there are fewer on the fourth floor, there are only a few residents left on the fifth floor, and on the sixth floor I remember that there is a young man living there.

No, that's not right...... Young people thirty years ago should not be young now.

In my free time, I built a model of this building, which, you see, is a pyramid shape, and such a building is most structurally correct and very solid. ”

The young man looked at the staircase keeper in a daze, and the staircase master thought that he was stunned by what he said, but the young man suddenly burst out laughing.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I didn't think much." The young man laughed a little angrily, "Don't you know, you don't take the stairs on the high floors, you all take the elevator." This building is 60 stories high. ”

And in the elevator diagonally opposite the entrance of the staircase, there is also an elevator manager, who has worked in the elevator all his life, and he is also very confident. The second and third floors of this building were inhabited, as he had never seen elevator doors open on the second and third floors.

This is the human being, who judges that things that are beyond his own knowledge system as impossible. It's like you're thinking.

The people you've seen are probably basically people below the sixth floor, and the people you've seen occasionally on the sixth floor are the ones from the wasteland.

That's why you decide that there are no higher-level creatures in this world.

Ignoring the fact that they don't need to go through a low-level means of transportation like stairs.

It is possible for them to rely on the spin of electrons to transmit information, which is free from the limitation of the speed of light of electromagnetic waves.

It is possible for them to use gravity to restrain themselves without emitting visible light.

It is possible that they live in higher dimensions where quantum spin is more efficient, just looking through gravity in the universe.

Alternatively, dark matter is their projection of the world.

It is also possible that they are unaware of the existence of us humans, a neural transmission that also requires time intervals of organisms. This may be inconceivable to them.

They think that there are gaps in neural transmission, and that there is no way to give birth to thoughts or life.

The infinite universe has not only us, human beings. There are also groups of unspeakable creatures that humans have no idea what kind of creatures they are.

They may not need water, they may not need the right temperature, they may be the size of the Milky Way.

In the darkness, how should a weak human holding a match as a torch face these creatures?

That's it for me. Over.”

Liu Ziru was thinking about the story that his grandfather had just told, and Christina, who didn't understand, could only sigh at the old man's lung capacity.

Liu Ziru figured it out a little, and he said solemnly, "I understand, Over."

"No, you don't understand. Earth is heaven, and hell is heaven at night. You've broken the covenant by taking the wasteland people out of the cafeteria as a safe house, and you may encounter some strange things next, but don't panic, don't be afraid, and be brave enough to face it.

You have to know that every ordinary day you live is the greatest miracle.

Okay, eat more tangerine peel candy when you have time, that thing is good for you, people are old, it's time to sleep. Over.” Grandpa's voice, full of breath and slightly vicissitudes, disappeared with the radio noise.

The beautiful glow tube group slowly dimmed, and the lights overhead slowly returned to their original brightness.

Except for Liu Ziru, it seems that nothing has changed.