The world that has been completely redefined, and the world defined by the old cognition, although it is still the same world, and the things observed are not the slightest different, but it is still full of indescribable wonder, and even makes people feel that a new world is opening a window to themselves. However, the husband can still rationally know that what he can see has not changed at all. On the contrary, when he recalls the past and can only look at things with the old cognition, the cognition full of errors and limitations is unbearable, and he has a kind of "why don't you get rid of the past cognition earlier?" Although it was difficult to say, he did feel the happiness in his heart—he knew that he was glad that he had a new understanding of the world, and that the resistance of the past was now gone.

Even so, he was terrified. This fear comes from such a mellow, flawless, accepting mentality. It was hard for him to understand why he had changed so quickly, and he wondered if it was a good thing. He has a strange self-obsessive questioning of his own ability to easily abandon the past perception and look at the world with a new understanding, and even feel that his past self is a wrong mentality. He can't describe this contradictory mentality, he didn't question it, whether it was from the surface of his heart, or from the depths of his heart, as long as it was natural, he didn't even feel that something was wrong - but in such a state of mind, a kind of subjective thinking, trying to find out what was wrong.

Whether it is accepted or not, whether it is changed or not, whether it is on the surface of consciousness or in the depths of his heart, he can feel the deep fear hidden behind it.

"New World ......? Has anyone ever witnessed such a new world? Buzuofu couldn't help muttering to himself, he now remembered the projects that the researchers he had seen outside, the things that had made him feel weird, not the product of human research, and now he had completely lost that weird feeling. I suddenly felt that I could understand why those companions would accept such a new theoretical system. Even so, he still can't fully comprehend what once seemed grotesque, but now considers it commonplace.

As soon as he began to think, a new theoretical system, which was radically different from the old human system, began to play its role, providing him with a more perfect, grander, and more open foundation. Even so, he still felt that there were many theories that were still difficult, and that all the new definitions of pollen according to the new system did not make him immediately smarter, but only enlarged his horizons. Like the frog at the bottom of the well finally jumping out of the bottom of the well, the different sky and scenery all made him want to devote himself to research immediately.

Buzuofu felt that the reason why those companions were feverishly immersed in research was precisely because they also felt the same way. Then, I felt more and more that the color center was too terrible, and it was these frightening places that were really full of convincing power, making people believe that under the guidance of the color center, they would definitely be able to achieve more. In the face of that deadly weirdness and ominous future, these people really have the strength to fight.

"Don't be a husband, don't be a husband—" The voice of the color center came into the mind of the husband, and he suddenly felt excited.

He looked up and didn't speak, still a little confused, not knowing what to do. There was a force that was pushing him to make sense of the knowledge that was coming to his mind, a thirst for knowledge was dominating everything, and he felt that the most important thing he should do at this time was not to communicate, but to digest all that he did not understand, but had memorized. At the same time, he was also deeply fascinated by the profundity of the new theoretical system, and doubted whether he could really digest what he already had in his lifetime, and then push the new theory to a higher and more perfect level. Because he could not fully understand the new theoretical system, he could not judge whether the theory was flawed from the perspective of a rational discourse, but at the same time, there was also an instinct that made him feel that this new theoretical system was really as the color center said, and there were still incompleteness.

Just as human beings in the past have realized the greatness, subversiveness and great possibilities of quantum theory in its depths. This new system, which is completely different from the old theoretical system of mankind, is more promising than quantum theory, and I feel that I am eager to try it, and I can't wait to enter a new scientific era. He feels that the color center is worthy of being the founder of the new theoretical system, and for the time being, the color center is like the pioneer who created a great theoretical system in the past, and has opened a desperate distance from all scientists of the same generation, but history always proves that future generations can always find and supplement the missing parts of new theories on the basis of pioneers, and push them into a more glorious palace. And himself, not a husband, is likely to be such a later promoter.

It's exciting, it's terrifying, it's exciting, it's terrifying.

"Can you understand that? New theoretical system. The voice of the color center whispered in the ear of the husband.

"Give me a little time, a week, no, three days, just three days, and I'll be able to participate in the research." Bu Zuofu has a mysterious self-confidence, if not to think it is a bit exaggerated, he even feels that he only needs one day to be able to take charge of a project independently. He began to feel that what gave him this confidence was the connection between the new theoretical system and the parts of quantum theory, which he had mentioned earlier. Although this part of quantum theory occupies only a very small part of the new theoretical system, as long as quantum theory has been studied for more than ten years, it can be regarded as a basic point and spread to those parts of the theory that are difficult to understand.

It is inconceivable that the relevant content of quantum theory seems to be the easiest place in the entire new theoretical system, and the difficulties encountered when taking the content of quantum theory as the center and moving towards more difficult theories can also be intuitively predicted to be a gradual increase in difficulty, all listed clearly.

To what extent is this clarity? Bu Zuofu imagined it: it is equivalent to not thinking about gravity from zero, but only need to remember the formula that the ancestors have given and understand the meaning of this formula. And such qualities are a must for anyone who is educated, let alone a researcher.

"It's okay, don't be a husband, although we are very short of time, but we can still squeeze out a week." The voice of the color center reached the ears of the husband, and he felt as if he had become a little gentler. But it didn't matter what the tone was, and the impatience made him want to go back to the quiet room immediately and think carefully.

In the time that followed—Busao was immersed in the new theoretical system, and I don't remember how long the conversation took afterwards—the color center said a lot more, but Busao didn't listen to it at all. It's not that he doesn't want to listen, and he hasn't forgotten the purpose of his communication with the color center, however, most of his attention can't help but be attracted by the new and open new theory, even if he consciously wants to communicate with the color center, but subconsciously ignores many words.

If you are not a husband, if it is your past self, you must feel that you must be vigilant, right? However, now it is more of a "no problem at all" mood.

Although I don't remember much about the specific content of the conversation, I still know the general situation, and I occasionally remember that I mentioned Dorothy to the color center, and the person in charge of the research team that first formed it, and all the situations that I can't understand have been noted to the color center, but there are also places where the color center refuses to answer or can't answer. It is precisely because the performance of the color center is not so omniscient and omnipotent, but it gives him a sense of reassurance.

They talked about aliens, about the great race that returned from the future to the present, about the end of the world, but, more specifically, they couldn't think of it at all. When he was unwell and woke up from his fascinating research, he realized that he was in a small room, and that his patient gown had been changed into the same style as the other researchers. Before I knew it, I seemed to have integrated into the new team and started to do what I could. He still couldn't fully comprehend any of the research projects, but the weirdness of being "inhuman" became less strange as he gradually became more comprehensible.

Buzuo rested in bed for a few hours, but he didn't count how many hours. He didn't think about what he had eaten today, where he lived, or even if there were any other secrets in this new base. Because, in the face of the new theoretical system, these things have become "insignificant" trivial matters. And what I devote myself to at this time is the core matter.

The husband fell asleep, and was later woken up by someone else to meet to discuss a theoretical part of a common interest. He was happy, and he didn't have to think about anything but the new theoretical system, and he didn't have the energy to think about it. Dedicate yourself to the study of new theoretical systems, and let time fly by. Just when he felt that he had fully integrated into the research team, he accidentally knocked over a bottle of water, which soaked a book next to him. He didn't quite remember what kind of information it was, and he couldn't remember why it was in this place. When he picked up the book and was about to open it, a long-lost sense of fear and incongruity emerged from his heart, which had been filled with a new theoretical system.

Such a feeling suddenly made the husband sweat profusely, as if waking up from a dream.

"I, what's wrong with me?" Thinking so, he stiffened open the book. There is an indescribable magic to this book, which makes people think of opening and reading. So, I did it without being a husband.

Later, he learned that this was "Takakawa's" diary, which not only told about the various anomalies in the hospital observed from his point of view, but also about his incredible adventures in a huge mental network that included all patients with doomsday syndrome, and even put forward thoughts on the "virus" from his own perspective.

In the new theoretical system that Fuzuo is currently studying, the conjecture recorded in this diary by "Takakawa" is not completely correct, but at this time, Fuzuo can already use the new theory to analyze some of these things and come up with answers. Even so, there is still a small part of the mystery that is still very small, no matter how it is explained, it is difficult to complete it, as if it contains a deeper meaning—when Busaku tries to explore these deeper things, a new sense of fear that is greater than the previous one has ever generated erupts like a torrent.

Buzuo was caught off guard by this sudden huge fear, and even his feet were weak, and he couldn't stand on his feet at all, and when he took a step back, he fell to the ground, and Takakawa's diary was also out of his hand. Buzuofu's face was pale, and he only felt as if his heart had stopped beating in an instant, and the people around him saw this scene, and several companions with better relationships hurriedly rushed over. Buzuofu felt that they were tugging at themselves, muttering something in their ears that they didn't understand at all, and the force of the tugging became stronger and stronger, as if they were going to tear their clothes, and the gurgling sound became more and more indistinct, as if it had become an inhuman tone. And the fear in his heart, which was deep enough, grew more and more.

He screamed, broke free from the support of others, and ran into the corner. There was a shadow in the corner, and in his eyes, it seemed as if it was the safest place.

The people he left behind looked at each other, and a thoughtful look appeared on their faces, which fell into the eyes of the husband, and they only felt that this thoughtful expression was full of malice and extremely terrifying.

I don't want to be confused, I just want to ask myself: what the hell is going on? Then, at last, he heard the voices of his terrible companions:

"It's infected, isn't it?"

"It should be, the mental state is already obvious."

"He won't last long."

The husband shouted loudly in his heart: No! No! That's not true! I haven't been infected yet, I'm not a doomsday syndrome sufferer!