"Not bad, not bad......" Morbius stroked his mustache, then put down the book "Quantum World" in his hand, he leaned back in his chair, thought for a while, he took a bunch of keys from the drawer, and walked out of the office.

It wasn't long before Morbius returned to his office with an instrument and a large glass jar containing a guinea pig.

Mobius sorted out the messy coffee table, put all the clutter on the desk on the other side, and after connecting the bulky instrument to the monitor, he returned to the side to pick up the paper on the plywood, and after blowing off the dust on the surface of the paper, Professor Morbius wrote the line, "Experiment 8-1, Equipment:, *." Then he reached for his gun in the pile of books, papers, and old newspapers. Even his assistant coach, Nick, felt that his desk was a mess. But they don't seem to understand a truth: clutter is the best way to hide.

In addition to the gun, there was a vial*, a scalpel, a mouse that had just been brought back from the biology lab and placed in a glass fish tank, and even a small storage battery. If Franklin found out, he would be furious: especially the guinea pig, who was strictly forbidden to bring the lab mice back to the office.

Professor Morbius rummaged through it, and eventually, she unearthed his weapon: a *, under a pile of yellowed old newspapers. He opened the drawer and carefully placed the bullet into the *, but then he found a problem: the process on the experiment plan clearly required the use of a gun. But the sound of gunfire can attract attention, even if it's from the biology department. He glanced at his watch, and it was past 9 p.m. Determined to take a risk, he pointed his gun at the wall and found a gap between a stack of towering old newspapers and a mountain of exam papers that had not been corrected for a long time.

With the sound of a gunshot, Morbius was surprised to find that the bullet had missed, and the deafening sound of the gun was accompanied by pieces of confetti floating in the air. Oh no! That's not the crumbs of exam papers and old newspapers!

Before Morbius could withdraw from the empty shell, Professor Alex on the other side rushed in with a thunderous force, "Morbius! What the hell are you doing? How could there be a hole in my desk! ”

Morbius realizes that he is not just unlucky, his neighbor Alex has always been punctual to and from work, and for this he has made an entire name for the college. Not only that, but in order to oppose overtime, he once led the entire Lardica College of Physics, Biology and Chemistry professors to launch a protest movement to leave work on time. But why did such a punctual person stay overtime tonight.

What the hell, Morbius frowned, he thought for a moment, now seemed to be the time to think about whether Alex would go berserk, he put the experiment notebook on his elbow, and then wrote four big words on it, "Equipment available", and then he raised his head, at this time Alex with an angry face had stood in front of him, Morbius said flatly, "Oh, I'm really sorry, my dear old buddy, but I'm doing an experiment called quantum suicide right now." ”

"Scared to death!" Alex angrily pointed at Morbius, "Why can't you do some serious research, as a senior professor in the biology department, you can't do research on the problem of tweaking the genes of newborn babies?" ”

Morbius sighed, how could he meet such a dutiful futurist as a neighbor. "I'm working on it." Morbius tried not to be overly pompous, "But now I want to study the nature of the truth. ”

"Yes! That's right! Alex pointed to the ground, "I'm sure the nature of the new technology that helps today's society develop human civilization is particularly meaningful. He stared at the gun on the table, his eyes almost popping out, "Really? So real that you want to kill yourself? ”

"It's called quantum suicide!" Morbius said, pointing to the title of the experiment notebook on the table. Alex raised an eyebrow, "Can you let me watch?"

"Why not?" Morbius shrugged and stuck the muzzle of the gun in his mouth.

"Wait!"

"What?" Morbius muttered with something in his mouth.

"You don't leave a few last words?"

Morbius ignored Alex and pulled the trigger directly. The firing pin clicked, and the bullet did not fire.

"See?" Morbius asked proudly with a triumphant gaze.

"I don't understand." Alex pinched his lips and said, "Maybe it was just an accident?" ”

"No, that's the crux of the matter!" In order to further verify the results of Mobius's statement, he pulled the trigger six times in a row, and "clicked" six times in a row. He turned his gun and aimed at the surrounding wall to finish the bullet, but this time it didn't jam.

Alex's first instinct was to yell, "Oh no! My poor office! Purple then changed his attitude, "This is amazing! ”

"You see." Morbius nodded and wrote the word "success" on the experiment form, and he took a sip of the tea on the side.

He then flipped to the next page and wrote, "Experiment 8-2, Device:*." Then Morbius put on his gloves and picked up the *vial* on one side, he took a small bowl and dripped a drop into it, and then grabbed the guinea pig in the glass jar, Morbius had to rule out the possibility that the chemistry department had fooled him with fake medicine for a madman, because it had happened before.

Of course, this time was different, the mouse screamed and resisted, but still took a small sip, and Morbius put him in the glass jar, and after 10 seconds, it collapsed.

"Dead?" Morbius muttered.

"No, it's not dead!" Alex immediately retorted.

It's like a burden-throwing scene in cross talk, but Morbius can't stand the disrespectful attitude of his colleagues towards his work. But at this stage, there is nothing to be done, Mobius simply picked up the bowl containing * and poured it into his mouth, and then sat quietly in the chair and waited. Five minutes later, he hiccuped, then picked up a pen and wrote in the test notebook: "Successful, but it may be caused by a special immune function in the body."

"So, you're really not going to kill yourself?" Alex asked.

"It's not just me, it's everyone!"

"Really? Wow! Alex got serious again, "Look, that's amazing, who would have thought of that?" Even I want to give it a try. ”

Morbius reloaded * and handed the gun over, "You're welcome. ”

"No, no."

Morbius fired five more shots at himself, with the same results as before. "You see, it's not the same result." He handed the gun to Alex again, "I'll leave you a shot, I dare to guarantee that you'll be fine." ”

"Well, since that's like ......" Alex's arm trembled slightly, he finally took the weapon and pointed it at his head, "I'll try it......" he was sweating profusely.

"Don't be so afraid." Morbius spread his palms and said, "You see I'm not nothing. ”

A gunshot rang out, killing Alex instantly, making the mess in the office even more miserable.

In addition, Morbius is very satisfied with the results of this night's research. He successfully used experiments to illustrate the basis for quantum effects to create multiple worlds. Quantum suicide, like God playing dice, is also a bit like Russian wheel betting, every time he tries to kill himself, the universe will split up several different world lines, most of which will kill Mobius after the gunshot, but his consciousness tells himself that he will find a world line that will not die, no matter how small the probability is.

But he was lucky.

Morbius looked down at Alex's corpse, and he didn't feel a trace of guilt in his heart. Maybe he should have told him beforehand. In the vast majority of world lines, he will die? Even if Morbius had known about this?

Morbius turned his head to the side of the device's connected monitor, and on the screen: Alex was pestering Morbius and arguing.

Thankfully not in this worldline, thank goodness. Morbius thought and smiled, then shrugged, then picked up his phone and called the security department.