On December 23, 2012, at 12 o'clock in the morning, an unknown scientific research center in an unknown deep mountain in China.

"Are you coming?" A man in a white scientific research uniform stood by the window of the research institute, looking up at the night sky with a pale face that had not seen sunlight all year round.

Jiang Chen, a genius in the true sense of the word, he was born with a brain comparable to the computing power of a computer, and at the same time he had unparalleled insight, and with his brain, he became the youngest and most genius physicist and mathematician.

Three years ago, at the age of 20, he received a double doctorate degree and was recruited by the state to work in a secret physics experiment base and began to establish a model of the universe.

At first, everything went well, and in the first year alone, he and his team managed to complete several important experiments that led to a breakthrough in their experiments. But in early 2009, Europe's largest atomic collider conducted the highest-level collision experiment in history, and no matter how rigorous the calculations were and how high the probability of success was declared, they ended up failing. It was also since then that the natural sciences, which had been established for 200 years, ushered in a real crisis.

However, since the failure of the collision experiment, some scientists have begun to find a situation that is enough to panic the world, that is, all the results of microscopic experiments have more or less errors with the pre-established mathematical and physical models, and even the results that were previously determined to be correct have been incorrect.

This situation is getting worse and worse over time, and the error is gradually increasing, and it is no longer limited to microscopic experiments. Even experiments that have had a lot of real-world data to support the proof in previous years have produced very different results in the last two years. From Newton's classical mechanics to Einstein's theory of relativity, the edifice of modern physics, which took mankind nearly 200 years to build, became precarious just two years after that experiment.

Jiang Chen put on his coat and picked up a bunch of random-looking manuscripts from his laboratory table, his expression indifferent. No one knew that it was a manuscript that he had spent two years deducing, and that he had succeeded in proving two days earlier almost entirely thanks to his natural gifts.

Everything seemed to be expected by him, but no one knew that this ordinary-looking manuscript was enough to turn the world upside down.

Jiang Chen lifted the manuscript paper in his hand, glanced at it, and walked to the shredder.

Countless formulas were densely arranged on the manuscript paper, Jiang Chen stuffed the manuscript paper into the shredder, and the "buzzing" machine sounded, and finally, it was written "Death? Or is it rebirth? The last page of the manuscript paper was reduced to pieces in the "hum" of the shredder.

Jiang Chen walked out of the laboratory with an indifferent expression, as if he had just done something insignificant, opened the door of the parking garage, and drove towards the Taoist temple on the mountain not far away.

Jiang Chen in the car said to himself, "Well, the current speed is 55.76km/h, counting the deceleration when the necessary turns on the mountain road, and some other time-consuming, the time I spent should be 45 minutes 29 seconds 33." ”

……

There was a knock on the door of the dilapidated Taoist temple, and a young Taoist priest with a dust whisk in his hand walked to the door, his hair hanging down at will, and his clothes seemed to have not been washed for several months. "Who? It's the middle of the night. ”

"I, Jiang Chen." Jiang Chen raised his hand and looked at his watch, "45 minutes, 29 seconds and 33 seconds, just right, it's not bad." ”

The young Taoist priest opened the door and glanced at the visitor, his expression was very casual, "Oh, come in." Then he turned his head and walked towards the house, and he didn't seem to care about Jiang Chen's arrival.

Jiang Chen also closed the door very naturally and followed him to the courtyard.

On the stone table in the courtyard, there is a teapot, two teacups are placed on the opposite side, and the mouth of the teacup is steaming, obviously just brewed.

"You're here again? Tsk, I sometimes envy you Grim Reaper sticks. Jiang Chen sat on the stone bench and picked up the teacup and took a sip. Glancing at the tea, he exclaimed, "Good tea!" ”

The young Taoist priest jumped on the stone bench and crossed his legs. The thief smiled, "Hey, hey, this is talent, our skill trees are different, you can't learn it." Then, he picked up the teacup and shook it, his cynical expression seemed to rein in at this moment, he stared at it for a while and said, "I usually don't want to drink this tea, but now, it's cheaper for you," and then he raised his head and drank it all.

Jiang Chen smiled, "This drinking method is really wasteful, but I like it." Then he also took the teacup and drank it all.

The Taoist priest glanced at Jiang Chen with a sneer, and then looked up at the sky, "Look at this moon, this starry sky, how beautiful." ”

"Yes, it's beautiful." Jiang Chen put down the cup and looked into the distance.

The two looked at each other without saying a word.

After a while, the young Taoist priest jumped down from the stone bench, entered the house and began to pour it out, for a while, he took out two bottles of wine out of nowhere, and asked Jiang Chen with a smile, "Do you drink?" Ancestral formula, Tong Su is not bullied, and he is drunk! ”

Jiang Chen took a bottle and shook his head, "Two days ago, I calculated it. ”

"It's tomorrow, right?" The young Taoist priest winced his eyebrows.

Jiang Chen glanced at him, and replied helplessly in a speechless mood, "Well, tomorrow at 10:24:29 and 57 milliseconds." ”

The young Taoist priest slapped his thigh and said excitedly, "I'll just say it!" I can't be wrong, sir. ”

Jiang Chen shook his head, poured himself another cup of tea, and his tone was quite helpless, "Sometimes I think about it, it's really better to be a scientist than to be a god, you can just pinch your fingers and count for a few days, I have to work hard for two years." ”

"Poof." The young Taoist priest spit out a sip of wine he had just drunk. "You still have the face to say, you pinch my fingers, Lao Tzu calculated this thing for you and almost lost your life, if it weren't for the god, oh no, my old gentleman's face, I would have found a lawyer to sue you a long time ago."

"These words of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors, are you not afraid that your master will hear it?" Jiang Chen opened the wine bottle as he spoke, put his nose on the mouth of the bottle and sniffed, "This is my daughter Hong, right?" ”

"Yes, my ancestor prepared it for his daughter, I don't know why, I didn't use it, I hid it in the cellar of the Taoist temple, and then once, I practiced gossip deduction in the courtyard, and I felt a dark breath seducing me, and I also told the master that I had a mysterious sense of qi, and later found out that it was the fragrance of wine, and I was almost killed." The young Taoist priest rubbed his hands with a grin, lifted a cup and dried.

"Hehe," Jiang Chen's cold expression was finally a little warm, "I have to taste you too." He slipped some into the cap.

"Drink, drink, drink. We'll talk about tomorrow tomorrow, hahahaha. The young Taoist priest seemed to be a little drunk, raised the flask, and stood up like an ancient scholar chanting to the heavens, "Heaven and earth are not kind? All things are dogs? Tomorrow, there will be no more sky! There is no more way! ”

……

"Eh, I have a headache." The young Taoist priest patted his head.

"Zhuang Shenzhu is awake." Jiang Chen stood beside the bed with his arms around him.

"I'm a god, how many times have I told you, don't call me a god stick, I'm a real god stick, bah, you're a god stick, call me Master Zhuang, yes, master, understand?"

Young Taoist priest, surnamed Zhuang Xiaoxiao, gender male. According to him, because he is the youngest disciple of the master, he is called Zhuang Xiaoxiao, and this Xiao was later changed by himself.

"Oh, by the way, what time is it?" Zhuang Xiaoxiao rubbed her eyes.

Jiang Chen raised his wrist and looked at his watch and replied, "Eleven o'clock." ”

"I'm missing out on this kind of big thing!! Why don't you call me!? ”

Jiang Chen silently pointed behind him twice, and the hour hand on the wall clock was trying to get closer to nine o'clock.

Zhuang Xiaoxiao silently mourned for a second for himself who had been deceived by Jiang Chen so easily, and recalled the doomsday time he calculated, "...... 10:24? ”

Jiang Chen's chin was slightly raised, and he squinted and said, "It's not ten twenty-four, it's ten twenty-four minutes twenty-nine seconds and fifty-seven milliseconds!" ”

"Okay, okay," Zhuang Xiaoxiao waved his hand and said with an indifferent look, "I can only push out ten twenty points." He got up, walked to the TV in a few big strides, he turned on the TV, and there was a tourism advertisement for Province X, strange mountains and strange rocks, rivers, lakes and seas, beautiful.

"Great rivers and mountains, if you don't want to." Zhuang Xiaoxiao sighed casually, shook her body, stretched out her left hand and made a gesture.

In an instant, Zhuang Xiaoxiao's hair was indoors, windless and automatic, and with his robe, he felt a bit like a fairy wind and bones.

Jiang Chen sat on the sofa and glanced at him, "It's really a mistake to use the Dao method on these things every day, and your master didn't beat you to death." ”

"I'm keeping up with the times, okay, by the way, these days, I obviously feel stronger..."Zhuang Xiaoxiao stroked her wanton fluttering hair and looked out the window.

Jiang Chen was lying on a Taishi chair beside the bed, his eyes staring at the roof, "Normal, no matter how you cultivators, there is still a way to press on your head. But now He... It's a mud bodhisattva......"

……

Ten twenty o'clock.

Jiang Chen stood up and poked Zhuang Xiaoxiao, who was squatting on the stool to eat snacks and watch TV, "Let's go, the time is coming." ”

"Hmm." Zhuang Xiaoxiao jumped down from the stool.

The two walked into the courtyard, looked up, and waited.

"Here we are." Jiang Chen raised his hand and pointed to the eastern sky.

"Where?" Zhuang Xiaoxiao looked in the direction Jiang Chen pointed, only to see a few purple lights faintly flickering in the blue sky, in an instant, these purple lights expanded rapidly, the sky seemed to be cut through the skin by a sharp sword, revealing purple-black flesh and blood, and the black-purple cracks in the sky were like wounds greedily devouring his life.

The sky will be dead! The end times are coming!

At this time, Xiao Lexian had just come out of the classroom, when he violently smashed open the fire hydrant and picked up the sharp fire axe inside, he turned his head to look up at the sky through the corridor window, and his left hand silently rubbed the delicate pendant on his chest.