The Modern Age Of The Mysterious
/ The Modern Age of the Mysterious Chapter 655
【The Modern Era of the Mystic】【】
Newspaperboy Jerry is at an age when he's convinced that there's something unbelievable lurking beneath the mundaneness of life. And something unbelievable happened just before his eyes.
Today's Times newspaper is selling well. It was approaching noon, and the shoulder bag carrying the newspaper was much lighter. There were a lot of steel coins in the left pocket, and it was heavy and rattled when walking. He was hungry and wanted to reward himself with a sandwich at the corner bakery, and when he looked up to see the time on Big Ben across the river, he saw something very strange.
There are thin yellow clouds in the sky, covering the sun like a thick veil. The daylight is dim, like a sick eye staring at the world. The eye had just crossed the sky, and from Jerry's point of view, it was right behind Big Ben. After a burst of unexplained glare, the little newsboy saw the black hour hand of Big Ben jump back one step.
That's right, a jump. It seems that the hour hand, which is taller than a grown man, is just an illusory shadow. He was sure that the previous time was around 11:30 noon, but just in the blink of an eye, the dial of the clock tower changed to 12:30.
Jerry raised his head, stood on the street corner and rubbed his eyes.
Why does the hour hand of Big Ben jump? Where did the last hour go? people on the street...
People on the street are in a hurry, almost no one looks at the dial, they don't know anything.
Jerry covered his mouth, he couldn't believe someone stole an hour from this world.
Five thousand six hundred kilometers away from Green, where Jerry the newspaper boy was, it was still early morning in New Testament.
Those masked people on Silent Street who had a strange atmosphere suddenly stopped in their tracks. In this street where ordinary people would never want to set foot, all the masked people made the same movements strangely—they lifted themselves up. wrist, or took a pocket watch from his pocket.
Tick, tick.
The second hands of various styles are still moving hard, but the shortest hour hand on each dial jumps forward for no reason...
Climb up along this weird air, and reach the ninety-ninth floor of the Quest Center. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see Phelps, the then president, sitting in front of the window reading a newspaper in the morning light.
He seemed to hear that sound: the sudden jump of a billion hour hands in this world, like the sound of the sky cracking.
Phelps put down the newspaper. In his field of vision, he saw the sky illuminated by the morning light, and the illusory white tower emerged. It seemed to be some kind of overly solemn warning.
The Lord of Time does not like human intervention. Perhaps the most disliked of all gods.
Arthur Merlin used the only opportunity he had given him to tamper with the "prime meridian" and create a "time fallacy". In order to keep a certain area still for a few minutes, he made hundreds of millions of clocks in the world jump forward or backward for a period of time, and staged a "clock magic" all over the world.
Then, in order to avoid the heavy punishment of the White Tower, he hid in nothingness. However, he should be fine. However, from now on, he will be watched by the Lord of the White Tower. If he dares to touch the string of time again, the most severe punishment will be imposed directly.
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Arthur used his only chance.
Apparently, they're in big trouble.
The president stood up. He looked at the white tower in the distance, which was the central axis of the huge clock on the earth, and the invisible time took it as the axis, like a sickle to outline the sky, across the sky and the earth...
"That's the 'Specified Probability Excitation Effector'!" Schroedinger roared in the convulsions of his brain, "You don't know what that means for theoretical physics research..."
Olivia's face was hidden in the darkness. She perfectly experienced the suppressed anger in Sean's heart. The wrist blade was only two millimeters thick from the Austrian scholar's carotid artery.
Moonlight stared at the soft wall made of brain tissue in bewilderment. He lightly poked the wall with his hand, only to see the yellow-brown, mucus-like tissue twitching slightly...
Ivan has rescued Wright and is trying to restore his body temperature.
Eternal Night's Ark stood in the middle of the room, ignoring the scholar's roar. He is immersing himself in the halls of his shengen.
Find the magic lamp. in seven minutes.
The blue fire froze on Alicia's body, and her expression shocked Sean—that was the expression he saw in the depths of the cave.
Calm down, Sean. calm.
While closing his eyes, he opened another eye. In a world of black and white logic, he looked at Schrödinger: the only person who knew the whereabouts of the magic lamp had already destroyed his own memory.
His gaze turned to Wright, who was recovering his breath at his feet: in his state, the destruction ritual could only be attempted once.
And where the magic lamp might exist is...
Everything around Sean, whether it is material or ideas, began to be deconstructed and categorized, and in this black and white world, everything turned into related information and clues for his analysis...
One of the places where the magic lamp might exist: in this brain room.
In the illusory hypothetical world, the dilapidated magic lamp seems to flow down the river, floating and sinking in the porridge made of brain tissue...,
The first hypothetical magic lamp, still stained with disgusting brain tissue, was placed in front of him.
The second possible place: Schrodinger's private vault...
Three...four, five, six...
With the help of his vast soul and the characteristics of the divine root space, the time it took for Sean to **** Arthur out became longer.
It only took him two minutes to complete the heavy thinking task for half an hour.
Now, sixteen magical lamps that exist in various hypothetical worlds are spliced before his eyes like fragmented windows.
There are still five minutes.
Of the sixteen hypotheses, at most one can be true.
Using his remaining Philosopher's Stone, Sean can travel to a hypothetical tributary and perform the ritual of destruction. But the time and resources are only enough for him to make one choice.
But…
The ark floats and sinks on the turbulent sea of thoughts, and the sea of eternal night seems to be windy.
However, the possibilities of the sixteen hypotheses are very close.
Since there are no decisive reasoning elements, there is not even an optimal choice so far...
Sean frowned, because of concentrated thinking, at this moment, not only Alicia stopped, but everything in this brain room was almost stopped. Schrodinger's heavy breathing became a gentle push of the air.
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Why are the possibilities so close?
All possibilities exist equally, does that mean all possibilities are equally false?
Sean watched the shattered window, where hypothetical magic lamps shattered one by one.
He turned to look at Schrodinger in the corner.
The founder of this wave equation, one of the strongest contemporary academic physicists, an interdisciplinary scholar who wrote "The Essence of Life"...
Is he really such a weak chess player?
wrong. If he had been such a bad chess player as Alicia imagined, he would not have had such an advantage over the female chess player's clever move now.
The entire team of his side, including Arthur Merlin, was played around by him, and he didn't know where the real magic lamp was.
And the strongest chess player has become the object swallowed by time.
Schrödinger is disheveled, greasy, and extremely embarrassed at this time, and behind this appearance is...
This field of thinking is beyond that of ordinary human beings, a scholar who feels the deep chill, UU reading www. uukanshu.com was observing himself calmly through this embarrassment.
Schrodinger's strength surpassed all enemies so far.
He is playing a bewildered chess player who is actually watching our inevitable defeat.
I understand!
On Xiao En's face, the ark that had been slowed down by concentrating his thoughts finally swayed.
I see!
After understanding Schroedinger's true strength, he finally dared to overthrow all previous guesses, and rushed to the most daring hypothesis...
Schrodinger put the magic lamp right under our noses!
Through the mask of Eternal Night's Ark, Schrodinger seemed to see Xiao En's eyes.
He who was originally in a panic, finally took off his disguise - he held his breath and concentrated, showing a calm demeanor that did not match the previous one.
Although the relevant memories have been destroyed, he has already noticed that the explorer in front of him, who was neglected by him because of the light of Arthur and Alicia, has touched the outline of the answer.
He didn't know that there was such a character beside Alicia, a "chess player" who was not inferior to those two...
Schrodinger realized that the strong opponents he was playing against were endless.
Sean quickly ordered: "I know where the magic lamp is. Everyone, get ready to jump!"
He raised his left hand, and the knight's ring shone brightly. The final touchstone leads Sean to one of his boldest hypotheses.
In this forgotten place, the last thing he saw were Schrödinger's eyes—
Those are the eyes of the most cunning hunter, watching the prey slip away.
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