When Lu Zhou realized this, he instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
He saw me?
How is this possible?!
The entire old universe had disappeared into the Void outside of time. It was not certain whether humans had existed in that strange world, and he was just a speck of dust in this memory.
How could he perceive me, who belongs to the new universe?
Wait a minute …
At this moment, Lu Zhou suddenly remembered that the old man in front of him was likely to be the prophet of the Puck civilization. No, he must be the prophet!
At this moment, all the clues were connected.
Although it was only a very slim possibility, it was the only possibility that could explain it, which was that he, who was in the old universe, sensed the pair of eyes outside the timeline. Whether it was the "spirit of the universe" or the so-called "psionic ritual", he had a hunch that this memory would be read by someone who had nothing to do with it at a certain point in the future.
This feeling of being watched didn't disappear until Noir waved goodbye and stood on the beam of light that connected to the sky.
Looking at the Chosen One in front of him, the old prophet was silent for a long time. It wasn't until Lu Zhou felt that his feet began to leave the ground that he spoke in a low voice.
"Maybe I'm wrong."
"You are the Chosen One."
Hearing the old man's words, Noir was slightly stunned. He frowned and asked.
"What are you talking about?"
As if he had aged many years in an instant, a touch of sadness flashed across the prophet's face.
However, he didn't say anything. He just looked at the puzzled face gradually leaving the ground and waved his skinny claws.
"Nothing.
"Forget what I said."
"Since this is the decision of the spirit of the universe, I believe that all of this is the best arrangement."
Looking at the old man walking away with the blue grassland, Lu Zhou involuntarily held his breath.
If there was nothing wrong with his deductions …
The prophet's last monologue should not be for Noir.
It should be for him to listen to from the perspective of a bystander …
…
Lu Zhou suddenly opened his eyes as if he had just woken up from a nightmare. He bounced up from the bed.
When the Chosen One named "Noir" stepped on the spaceship to the center of the galaxy through the anti-gravity beam, the entire memory fragment dissipated in a series of light and shadow like a broken soap bubble.
A drop of sweat rolled down his forehead. Lu Zhou took off his helmet and panted softly. He raised his arm and wiped the sweat off his face.
Xiao Ai, who had been watching with concern, controlled the robotic arm to pass a glass of water to Lu Zhou. He then controlled the drone to fly in front of him, using the airflow of the quad-rotor to send him a cool breeze.
[Master, are you alright? QAQ]
"I'm fine …" Lu Zhou took the glass of water and took a sip. He looked at the emojis written on the LED screen and showed a reassuring smile. "Compared to the previous two memories, this one is gentle."
Except for the two parts of information about the history of the Puck civilization and the first half of the life of "The Chosen One", because they were directly instilled into his brain, it caused a certain load on his brain. The rest of the entire memory was telling him the story in a rather gentle atmosphere.
At least, compared to Void Memory A, which contained confusing puzzle-solving elements, and Void Memory B, which made one's scalp numb with action shooting elements, this memory that only told a story could be considered as simple mode.
For Lu Zhou, this was the first time he had completed 100% synchronization with the Void Memory without the help of the virtual reality system's file load system.
But at the same time, this was also the first time he encountered such a strange thing in the memory of the old universe …
Xiao Ai: [Master, do you want to log the dungeon into the "Calan Empire" game? (> ▽ <)]
After thinking about this problem for a while, Lu Zhou shook his head gently.
"There's no need this time. There are no difficult levels that require players' help. Just file the data directly into the database."
Xiao Ai: [Got it. (?????)??】
For Xiao Ai, who controlled the quantum computer, it only took a moment to file this huge amount of data.
After staying in the underground laboratory for a while, Lu Zhou took the elevator back to the surface and went to the cafeteria of the Institute for Advanced Study to have dinner.
Along the way, people who saw him would greet him respectfully.
However, because of his thoughts, Lu Zhou seemed a little absent-minded when he responded. When he sat down in the cafeteria, he realized that he had typed the wrong number.
After eating dinner in a hurry, Lu Zhou returned home with a stomach full of questions. He locked himself in his study room.
Lu Zhou took down the notebook stuffed in the corner of the bookshelf. He spread it out on the desk and wrote down what he saw in the Void Memory C fragment on the blank space of the latest page.
"Puck civilization, tags: idealism, authoritarianism …
"The warriors who won hundreds of duels became the Chosen One. Under the guidance of the prophet, they went to the center of the galaxy to find a way to save the civilization.
"Natural disaster … Another natural disaster, what is the so-called natural disaster? Is the crisis encountered by the Puck civilization and the Calan civilization the same thing? And how did the psionic ritual predict the future happen? "
Lu Zhou scratched his head in distress. He frowned and fell into deep thought.
The level of civilization of these Puck civilizations was obviously far less developed and powerful than the Calan civilization … At least from the mouth of the old man, Lu Zhou had never heard that they had completed a spectacle as magnificent as the Ring World, let alone the strange droplet that leaped forward, or similar descriptions.
The so-called natural disaster was sensed through a "psionic ritual" similar to the psionic ritual.
Because they had a premonition of the unknown threat, they decided to send a spacecraft to the center of the galaxy with the person chosen by the spirit of the universe to find a way to resolve the crisis.
The whole plan was full of idealism.
The prophet neither told the Chosen One what to do in the center of the galaxy, nor did he tell him what the so-called "natural disaster" was. However, he firmly believed that this would definitely reverse some kind of crisis that was destined to happen.
This blind belief made this so-called journey to redeem civilization look like a pilgrimage.
"What is hidden in the center of the galaxy?
"And the spirit of the universe and the ritual of predicting the future … Is this kind of unreliable thing really possible?"
What made Lu Zhou feel particularly uneasy was the eyes of the old prophet at the end of the memory and the monologue that didn't seem to be said to Noir.
You are the Chosen One?
And who exactly was this' you 'referring to …
Lu Zhou looked at the notebook that was filled with questions. He hesitated for a long time and finally kept the suspense on the paper.
"It seems that even level 10 physics can't answer this question well …
"If only I could talk to that man again."
The man who claimed to be The Observer.
If it's him, he must know something.
Although this intuition didn't make sense, and that guy wasn't easy to get along with, his deep and wise eyes were reassuring.
With a sigh, Lu Zhou closed the notebook and stood up from the desk.
"Let's stop here for the time being … I'm afraid it's not physics anymore, but the category of mysticism and philosophy."
Maybe I should find an opportunity to study Professor Miro's notes again?
Although Lu Zhou didn't think that Miro knew the spirit of the universe better than him, the creator of the animism of the universe might have found some clues that were worth paying attention to.
Lu Zhou suddenly remembered that he seemed to have promised Luo Wenxuan that he would go to the ILHCRC today to prepare for the Century of Physics Congress.
As a result, he spent the whole day at the Institute for Advanced Study.
He looked out the window, and the sky was completely dark.
I have to find a place to live in Shanghai.
Forget it, it's already so late.
I'll wait until tomorrow …
Lu Zhou reached out and turned off the lamp on the desk. He yawned and stood up from the chair. He went downstairs to rest.
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