The Milky Way began to flow slowly in the night sky, and the stars were like tiny diamonds drifting in the river.

Fang Xiaoling followed Jung farther and farther, gradually, she could no longer see the place where the bonfire existed, and she could hardly meet any spirits, even if she saw them occasionally, it was a lonely one, Jung called those spirits the lone spirit, Fang Xiaoling wanted to ask their names several times, because she thought, maybe she would know them. But they were all stopped by Jung, "Don't provoke the lone spirit, most of them are violent, cruel, and cold-blooded guys, and in the astral realm, they can't actually hurt any spirits, so they feel empty." ”

Finally, in a place where no spirit was visible at all, Jung stopped, "Ant A will not die. ”

"What?"

Jung threw the package on the ground and looked up at the flowing starry sky, "Ant A can't live on that piece of paper without proof, your previous answer was correct." But there's another thing you didn't state, Ant A doesn't die, because it doesn't exist for that piece of paper. You can't kill someone who is dead. ”

"If you don't live, you won't die, this destruction is the happiest......" Fang Xiaoling was empowered, "What will happen to Ant A?" ”

"It was thrown out of that piece of paper, thrown on some other piece of paper, and it would be better if there were other papers willing to take it in, and in all likelihood, it might have been snatched away by another piece of paper before it could throw that ant." Jung was still looking at the night sky, as if looking for a particular star, "Do you know what kind of paper will rob it?" ”

"It must be the one where Ant A was at the beginning, so it can be said that that paper is the real world of Ant A, right? It's like the world I was born into, where my real body is, and it's the same from three-dimensional analogy to two-dimensional. There is a pit on that piece of paper, and there is a certificate from ant A, and it will definitely take in ant A immediately. Fang Xiaoling quickly gave a very positive answer and made a seemingly reasonable explanation.

And Jung vetoed her even faster, "No! At the beginning, there was not only a pit A on that paper, but also a pit B, and even a CDEF pit, and that paper did not lack ants, nor did it lack pits! Not only is it not lacking, but there are even a few too many! Therefore, at most, that piece of paper is only temporarily kept in the A pit, waiting for Ant A to come home, but if it doesn't come back, it may be a better thing for that piece of paper! ”

Fang Xiaoling actually imagined A ant as herself when she first heard Jung's ant question, and now that Jung said this, she immediately realized something that made her a little sad, "For my real world, it's a good thing that I don't go back?" ”

"That's not the point of the question, the point is, which piece of paper is willing to rob Ant A without proof, or rather, which world, is willing to rob a soul like you?" Jung didn't give Fang Xiaoling a world to think about alone, he immediately continued, "It's a blank piece of paper, without any pits, and without any ants. That is, ......" At this point, Jung paused, took a deep breath, and then said three words: "Deflated bottle." ”

Fang Xiaoling recalled that when she was at Li Mengling's house, she stared at a certain point of light in the air, and then that point of light became bigger and bigger, and finally swallowed her in, inside was a world where there was nothing, but later, there was everything.

"Ant A, you can do anything on that blank piece of paper, right?" Fang Xiaoling already knew the answer to the question, but she still waited for Jung's final conclusion.

"To be precise, it's the white paper, there are finally ants that can be used, the white paper doesn't have any consciousness, it can only use the consciousness of the ants to create everything, so ant A will have whatever he wants, it hopes that the pit is round, that is, it is round, it hopes that the pit is square, and it can be successfully realized. But if Ant A's consciousness, once it has that stupid idea, it is digging its own grave. ”

This time, Fang Xiaoling didn't wait for Jung to continue, she hurriedly said, "That idea is to create other conscious ant ......"

"That's right." Jung's head was always up, and finally returned to his original position, he looked into Fang Xiaoling's eyes, as if looking at a long-lost relative, "When there is only one hen in your house that lays eggs, you will not kill it, and even protect it." But if she gives birth to a lot of hens that can lay eggs, then her life or death will gradually become irrelevant......"

Fang Xiaoling understood that even in the world where she was omnipotent, she was not a god. The real God is the world, the deflated bottle.

"When my mind makes the bottle deflat, and creates other people who can produce it, it doesn't need me, and I go from a very special position to one that is the same as everyone else, or even inferior to those people."

"In fact, if we raise the dimension of perspective, we will find that the deflated bottle is also a humble existence, just like those blank papers, they can't snatch the original ants on other papers, and ants can't jump on other papers without the help of three-dimensional humans...... Those blank papers, like hens that have been hungry for countless centuries, waiting for their savior to appear and give them a grain of rice—the one who took the ants to the other papers and wiped the pits off them, is all the blank papers, or the deflated bottles...... Savior. ”

"Savior...... Fang Xiaoling smiled bitterly and shook her head, "But for the ant that was taken away, what did it do wrong?" The one who took it away was simply a demon. ”

"Who knows, would you worry about ants? Maybe the man didn't like the ant, maybe the man was doing some kind of experiment, maybe the guy was just doing fun, hehe......" Jung sat on the ground, took out a lot of pens and a thick notebook from his bag, he seemed to want to use humor to make some foreshadowing for the next heavy work, so he shook his wit, "By the way, maybe it was the ant itself waving the flag and shouting to the humans, 'Take me away!'" Take me away! It really caught the attention of humans, so they took it away. Ha ha! If that's the case, the ants are really brain-dead! ”

Fang Xiaoling knew that Jung didn't mean to say this, but those words still filled her with some indescribable emotion, she wanted to be angry, but there was no object to be angry with; She wanted to regret it, but found it too late; She even wanted to laugh a little, laughing at how stupid she was, laughing at herself for being the ant waving the flag.

However, the countless stars flowing in the night sky seemed to be already laughing at her.

The memory that Fang Xiaoling didn't want to think about at the moment was playing in her mind like a movie: under the huge artificial starry sky of Canglan International Phase I, her real body opened her arms, raised her head and cried: "God, if you really exist, please take me away!" The world has abandoned me! Please take me away, please take me away! ”

"I'm even, still begging them to ......" Fang Xiaoling sat slumped on the ground, her eyes that had lost all their light were filled with the truth of black humor.

"Whatever the purpose of those people in high latitudes, Roland is the little ant they want to take...... Hehehe, everything has nothing to do with me......" Her eyes cried, but her mouth grinned, almost exactly the same as the look on her real body when she broke down and screamed when she was in Canglan International, "It's not Roland who has caused me at all." But it happened to be at that time period, like a mentally retarded person, waving my flag and shouting at those high-dimensional people......"