Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Inversion and Quantum Mechanics

Going back to sit in the treasure tomb again, the atmosphere is completely different from before.Everyone was silent, and I didn't know whether their faces were white or green. The golden light reflected from the smokeless stove actually started to make me feel very disgusted. No one asked any more questions, and everyone looked pensive, but I knew they were all like me, their minds were absolutely blank. Things have gotten out of our control, and even the assumption that I thought it was a mechanism, doesn't exist now, and we've entered into an unspeakable state.After such a simple experiment, any scientific reasoning is completely invalidated.

Because there is no human power that can make a bullet turn such a huge turn in a few seconds. If we want to use science to explain this phenomenon, I am afraid that quantum mechanics may not even make it flat. "This is really a ghost hitting the wall!" Shunzi's face was extremely ugly, and he looked at his father who was put aside, showing a very sad and fearful expression. I knew what he was thinking at this time, and he also understood why the mummy among the jewels had such a desperate look on their faces. In such a situation, they tried again and again and returned to From the beginning, until the ammunition and food are exhausted, how can we not despair, I am afraid that when they die, they have lost all hope and still have not figured out a clue.

And we may be the next batch, and soon there will be four more shriveled corpses here, with the same expression of deep despair, allowing the victims behind to guess what we thought before we died. The reason why I didn't despair before, and didn't think of this step, was because I thought that with my own wisdom, as long as it was an intellectual thing like a mechanism trap, I would definitely not be trapped, but things are different now, obviously we are facing The situation is much more weird. "Do you want to continue?" After about ten minutes of silence, Pan Zi asked in a dry voice.

But no one answered, but the gazes of several people turned to Fatty's direction. There are two of our hypotheses left on the ground in front of the fat man, and the third is my off-the-cuff idea: space folding. The reason why I suddenly brought up this point just now is that I suddenly remembered that when I was in the volcanic crevice, Poker Oil Bottle once disappeared in front of me for a few seconds. There are relationships.Because the experiment just now was really terrible, it was simply a pseudo-scientific experiment, and all of a sudden, my mysterious and mysterious space folded into the most possible explanation.

If the fat man hadn't listed these things, I'm afraid that after seeing this experiment, I would be so panicked that I forgot everything. After a long silence, the fat man said: "Okay, we all saw it with our own eyes, so we won't talk nonsense, how can we prove the third point." "No! No need to prove it." Suddenly, Pan Zi spoke again. Pan Zi sees things very thoroughly, and can always see the essence of the matter directly, just like the fat man just hoped that the tomb passage would appear, and Pan Zi immediately completely denied it.This is also related to the fact that Pan Zi came down from the battlefield. He thinks about problems without any luck, so when I hear him speak, I am very afraid, afraid that he will say many facts that should not be said.

I just heard him say: "There are only 6 corpses here. Let's assume that a total of 8 people came in. Then 2 people must have gone out. Although I don't know how they got out, if it is like the third one that the third master said , it is absolutely impossible to go out alone, so we don’t have to think about it, thinking about the third point is tantamount to admitting that we are dead.” This made several people feel cold all over, and the fat man protested: "How can you be sure that there are 8 people who came in, maybe there were only 6 people when they came in." Pan Zi sighed and said, "Fatty man, you still don't understand that it doesn't really matter how many people they come in."

This can't be proved, and it's useless to argue, I thought to myself: "Now how many people they come in is not important to our situation at all, but it is very important to our morale. We're in a completely different frame of mind and we can think about how they're going to get out and at least have a little bit of hope." Thinking about it, I just leave them alone, go to the body and look at their notes, see if there is any clue, maybe someone will write a diary or something, if someone records their thoughts at the time, or records that someone has been out But at least we have a little hope.

However, when I looked at the notebook just now, I flipped through it roughly. There were no large-scale texts, and the small-scale texts were mostly accounting or short information. I wondered whether these people would write when they were dying. Maybe when they were dying, they might not even have lights, the batteries had long been exhausted, and there was no heating. Huddled together in the dark.If eight people came in, when would the last two people go out?Certainly not while they were sober, and in that case the others should be able to get out as well.Could it be that they were already hungry and insane, and there was no light, and it was pitch black?So two people left and no one else knew?

The key to going out is the darkness, so you don't need lights to go? Thinking about it makes me feel chills, remembering that this is an ancient tomb, if you walk such a long and narrow passage in the ancient tomb in the dark, it will really kill you. When other people saw me looking for information, they also surrounded me and began to help find it. Sitting there all the time and daydreaming is not an answer, and sometimes I need to look at something to stimulate. I was thinking about the last thing without light, let them stop wasting electricity, turn off all the lights, and the remaining heating stove can also be illuminated, we gathered in front of the stove, three notebooks and a novel, everyone read Kailai searched for clues word by word.

The notebook I flipped through has beautiful fonts. It should be written by a woman. I flipped through several pages and wrote names and phone numbers. At the back there is a list of guests for dinner, and the phone number of the Changbaishan Hotel. In some places I also drew some simple maps, as well as some addresses and memos. I saw that in 1994, it seemed that this woman had been sick and hospitalized, and it was written here that she needed a follow-up visit. If I turn it back, it will be a blank page, but I still turn it page by page, hoping that she can write something.As he was turning over, the fat man on one side said: "Here is a clue." Then he read: "Today, I sold the last thing I brought out from the sea, took 3,000 yuan, and returned 1,500 to Lao Li. Pay off the debt. This guy is a fisherman."

I shook my head with a wry smile, and went to look at Pan Zi on the other side. His notebook was the thinnest, and he had almost nothing. I read the most passionate page. The fat man was upset when he saw it, so he snatched it over and scolded: "Let you find clues, read pornographic books, your conscience will be greatly broken! Confiscation!" After grabbing it, the novel suddenly fell apart, and the paper flew all over the ground. I scolded the fat man, turned on the flashlight to pick it up, and suddenly Pan Zi said, "Hey, here's a photo." As he spoke, he picked up a yellowed black and white photo from the paper. I took it over and looked at it, and suddenly felt familiar. When I looked again, my mind suddenly buzzed, and I almost lost my breath-this photo is nothing else, it is the photo of the third uncle and the others at the pier before they went to Xisha! !