They didn't come for my experiments, they came for something more important to me.

Equetas.

"Look into the eyes of those birds." 774 stared at them. "It's not a bird, it's a bird's eyes." A hint from two years ago, now I'm just getting a signal.

"What happened to the prince who looked into the bird's eyes?" I asked curiously 774.

"Long story short." His gun-bronze eyes looked like a smile, and he looked like a mentor. I was suddenly scared, and at this moment I wanted to sit by the sea. They are too similar to the mentor and JR774.

"The fourth prince, he died later."

"Do you believe in time travel?" The instructor poured out the poisonous liquid from the bottle, "You believe in quantum physics, don't you?" ”

"That's not a question that quantum physicists should ask." I'm used to being selective, and I'm skeptical of everything.

DTR35 is leaving for another city, and I suspect he knows more than any of us, and something is hidden deep behind the light. DTR35 has been planning his perfect death since birth, he has died countless times and lived countless times, and now he has chosen peace. But will it really be peaceful, I can't be sure.

"Watch out for that boy." He finally told me and closed the door.

I didn't get any more calls from him, it's been a whole week, which is not normal. I thought about the fire, and that bad meeting. Stefan. Olaana. I closed my eyes.

"How do you think the universe will end? Frozen, twisted, torn, or? "The black liquid poured out by the instructor didn't look safe. I took the cup.

"What's the point of discussing something we don't understand?" I know I know more about the truth, but I don't want to tell them. We've been talking, we've been talking to ourselves, we've been talking about questions that we've discussed thousands of times, but we already know the answers.

My quantum gate has finally reached the speed of two bits at the carbon-based atomic level, which is equivalent to 200 times the number of operations my superstring computer can make. A superstring computer is the size of a matchbox with only one closed string inside. I continued Equetas's research. It couldn't record more than five minutes yet, which didn't meet my expectations. I want to replay, or fast forward, what a crazy idea. My thoughts were also decided by Aquitas, and I was not up to me, so I was not guilty, and I was just one of the innocent slaves of the truth of all evil.

I put my hand on its surface again. A sense of coupling that has not been seen for a long time. It was the unbearable stinging again, and after the vertigo I saw myself in the quartz facet. A few seconds ago, I just put my hand on the surface of the sphere, constantly magnifying the magnification, without the slightest mistake, including the moving music of every string. "In the cacophony there is always Beethoven's enchanting symphony." The blind man said to me with a smile on his face, "Listen to the sound of his acoustic software." The sound of the waves. "Everything is empty, only music lives on." Equetas had a long time to record, longer than I thought.

This is not the first, not even the second. The first one has returned to its essence and is mostly pure silica. The second was trampled under my feet, making the sound of ordinary glass, and the place where I once stood was untouched, it was still as intact as a crime scene, and I wanted to see if the world was going on without Aquetas. Normal, but the details are skewed.

I pushed open the door to the DTR35 lab, and his desk was already dusty, and there was the couch on which he had been left out for a long time and usually slept on it. I sighed, took out the note, and pasted it on his desk.

Then, I saw a number, which he had written with his left hand. I hesitated for a moment and dialed my phone.

I used to think I wasn't at least alone. But I've always treated my body and my consciousness as something completely different, maybe it's not my body that inhabits the mind, but this body is for my use, maybe everything is fake, I don't have any meaning, I'm wrong and everyone else is wrong with me. "The world is passing away at a rapid pace, but the universe above is almost still, and when Aquitas looks at everything, they instantly become eternal, there will be no more possibility, nothing will change." The Mentor stared gloomily at the goddamn nails falling down, and my cold blue emerald eyes looked at his serious face in bewilderment, and suddenly reacted to a crucial question.

Can the guru's eyes make the wave function collapse?

"If you can't heal the wound, why don't you let it fester?" We all go to hurt others, to withdraw the arrows from our bodies, to take blood and internal organs, to pierce into other people's bodies, to make Aquitas collapse his mind, to make him infected by the world.

I listened to the busy tone and suddenly hung up.

Damn it! I pulled my hair hard, how did I remember!

I ran out of DTR35's office and toward another familiar spot. This number is my phone number.

"JR—" Not there. I dismissed myself as a rare phenomenon in parallel universes that only science fiction can appear at any time. I looked around, and it was still familiar, but something was missing.

The charts for those experiments are missing. The charts of our experiments are gone, removed, or, more appropriately, torn out. The results of the last experiment also left a corner of what JR774 once believed in. I looked at it curiously, but instantly regretted my idiotic decision. My stomach started to cramp and fear swept over. I crouched down, cowering in a corner and shivering.

That's the wave of my name.

God, my tears finally rolled out of my eyes. Why is it so similar, why is the most important person in my life so similar? I know my galaxy can't be sustained without that dark matter, and I'm going to collapse because of the Loch limit. The Guru is my dark matter, and even though he doesn't believe in dark matter, I don't trust him. But why does 774 have to be so similar to the guru, so, so, so.

"What are you looking at?"

The gunmetal-colored eyes are aggressive.

"Our experiments, our charts." I pointed to the skin disease-like glue and paper marks on the wall, "Gone." ”

He quickly exchanged glances with me. The phone rang. Offensive sounds. He kissed me on the lips, then took the microphone and pressed the speakerphone.

I didn't have time to say anything, and the other party had already hung up. The result of his call back was unknown to me. It's my voice, and the call is from my office extension.

Hello, I'm not in the office, please leave a message, thanks.

Hello, I'm not in the office, please leave a message, thanks.

Hello, I'm not at the office -

For the first time, I'm so tired of listening to myself. "Don't try again," I prayed.

Although the call was from my office, we went to the DTR35's lab to see what was going on.