We sat in the car, JR774's hands spread softly on my legs, smoky blue hair against the glass. His expression was unusually tired, and I didn't know what he had experienced before, and I didn't know why he had changed so many faiths. I suddenly realized that I didn't know much about my friends. I saw the blue sea, sailboats and masts. I nudged him with my elbow.

"We're here." I reminded him. He didn't wake up. I smelled the salt.

It was getting dark when I got off the bus. He walked in front with his luggage, but I didn't want to stay with the people at the convention. There are too many people, too much miscellaneous. While there is no shortage of possibilities for Feynman and Dirac to meet, I think it is more of a crisis. According to my previous character, I would definitely resolutely oppose the schedule given to me by the boss, until I alarmed a bigger person than the boss. But this time I'm for him. The last thing I want to be here is because we've received threatening letters before, and those ten black words are shocking. It was just us, DTR35 went somewhere else and I really can't think of anywhere else to go other than to meet the caller. He sacrificed a lot for my experiments, including the door array and his favorite pistol.

"I've put off my death for this experiment," the DTR35 told me regretfully and happily as he picked up the pistol. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. If you are not careful, you will forget the return date, and if you are not careful, you will have nowhere to go.

The only good thing for me from the convention was to have an excuse to drink. "Wine is not for you." I smiled. Only quantum physics can tolerate this equally absurd existence of ours. I don't know anything other than killing someone that makes me forget the guilt I feel about killing. War is everywhere, and it is not for us to verify that it stops and it loses its meaning. We always take our own suffering too seriously, but when all the suffering is put together, I still choose my own one, because our suffering is tailor-made for ourselves.

At that time, I thought that everything would end in a disaster, but I didn't expect it to end in a tragedy.

We stayed in another hostel, rented only one room and kept vigils with each other. Because there were only two of us in the meeting, and the threat was already surrounded like butterflies, it had to be cautious. I turned off tomorrow's formal speech, but I know they will still have pointless discussions.

I can't sleep at all, and I usually do. That time when I swallowed the pills, the blind man appeared at the door, looking concerned and worried. He heard the sound of a shakespear bottle. "It's fine." I say.

"I don't know why, I don't think you're okay." His face vanished in an instant in the doorway, like a little game of light and darkness.

I fell into an unrestful sleep, and some of the past always found me inadvertently.

I didn't expect that day. On the day of the incident, I was still on the tower, watching the pendulum symbolizing time sweep through the nails that represented the stars of the universe. In the final balance of the cascading universe, the nails should fall as scheduled. I upset the balance that day. 1,2,3,4,1,2,3,4,1,2,3,…… Its cycle has not changed. But in the next second, my eyes widened.

Time had fallen into a corner, the nail that should have fallen stood abruptly, and the pendulum gave me a heavy blow, and I understood that everything was starting to be different, and that time was our enemy. I was just about to go to the guru and those people were already surrounding me. Those police.

I went back to the lab after my mentor died, before I had a nervous breakdown. I walked in the burned laboratory, and was surprised to find that after smashing, burning, and looting, although everything was different, the damn nail that was forgotten at the beginning was still brand new and had never changed. I pierced my shoulder blade with it. Now the image of the nail embedded in my shoulder blade and the barbed arrow of the world gradually coincide.

"If the universe is the only one because it collapses, there must be something looking at it from the outside, but at the moment I can't prove that the universe is outside, then the other hypothesis is that there is something looking in all directions from the inside and collapsing this universe, but if there is nothing that looks at it, none of this would exist."

"Look at each other." I said to myself. Aqueetas is only half of the instruments used to observe the universe. I know the answer, I don't know why. But isn't that obvious?

"The blind cannot see the world, because they are part of it." I looked up, and two sparks appeared in the darkness, illuminating the mentor's eye sockets, and then the face. I subconsciously reached out to my eyes – a fatal mistake – and exposed myself to proving that what my mentor said was a fact that I didn't want anyone to know. He grabbed my wrist.

"You're not blind," he snapped to me, "what the hell are you?" ”

I dreamed of the sea. A sea of flowers. I sit on the stones in a sea of flowers, and in a quarter of an hour they will grow and flood where I am. The wind blows and they roll like waves. This is the real sea. Understood or forgotten what we didn't understand, we had to live with the latter, and only the nail stopped the fatal hemorrhage in my artery.

The second half of the night was my vigil, and although he didn't wake me up, I don't think I was really asleep, and my head kept talking aimlessly. JR774 slept soundly, even though he had slept enough in the car. And revealed the will that he wanted to sleep forever. He was crying. He was like a child, lost in a dream. Curled up in the corner, the black eyeliner washed down by tears, crawling out of the crooked marks. Only where he didn't realize it would he cry, sobbing, clutching the quilt. I don't know how to comfort him. When he was a child, there must have been nights when he fell out of bed by himself, and then woke up in the endless darkness, and there was no one who said that it was okay and that it was okay and carried him back. He wasn't that strong at all, otherwise he wouldn't have been talking to unaccepted animals and healing them in a place where no one was around.

The next day, the sun rose as usual, and we received our name tags and portfolios of information about each project. JR774 used its original name, or maybe it was its original name, and I flipped the fake name over with the back of the card facing outward. If it's his real name, his surname is Kim Solvin. We slipped behind a group of reporters who were constantly talking nonsense, and I heard him insult these stupid laymen in all sorts of languages, Greek, Latin, Old English, Danish, Chinese, Dutch, Swedish, Icelandic, French, Spanish, Fijian, and even Eromangoan, to curse the guys who stood in their way.

The first lecture was on quantum crystal dynamics, and the speaker was talking about carbon crystals, and I couldn't help but glance at JR774, and he really started to doze off. "I'm going to pick the next one," he said. He chose the systematic substructure of amphibians. When the frog appeared on the slide, he came to his senses, and I started to lose energy. At the end of the presentation, applause rang out, and we stood up and joined the departing audience.