Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

"Well, how did Arthur take it?" Theremon asked. "Better than you expected, I guess." "He's amazing," Beanie said.At the moment, they are sitting on the terrace of the Six Suns Club.The rain stopped for a while, and after a long rain, the air was fresh and it was a charming night.The white light reflected by Tano and Sisar in the western sky appears even paler; Dovim, located diagonally in the east, glows red in the twilight, like a red gemstone inlaid in the sky. "He showed little displeasure when I talked about trying to keep the whole thing under wraps so as not to hurt his feelings.

Only when he was impulsive, he lost his temper and really scolded me... I deserved it.But the funniest thing was...the waiter!waiter!Please give me a glass of 'Tanol alcohol'!Give my friend a drink too.Divide them into double portions! " "You're about to become a drunkard, aren't you?" Theremon said knowingly. Beanie shrugged. "Only here I am. With this terrace, the view of the city and the whole atmosphere..." “That’s how drinking starts. It’s just a small drink at first, and you develop a love for it, and you associate it with a special place, and try a drink or two elsewhere, and then Then develop to two or three cups..."

"Theremon! You sound like the Flames! They think drinking is evil too, don't they?" "They think everything is evil, and drinking is no exception. That's why it's so nice and enjoyable, aren't you right, my friend?" Theremon laughed. "Don't you want to Tell me about Arthur?" "Yes, there is one thing that does seem comical. Remember your bold notion? Something unknown pushed Kargash out of the orbit we thought it was going on." "Remember, that invisible behemoth, the roaring dragon." "Unexpectedly, Arthur's opinion coincides with this."

"He also thinks there are giant dragons in the sky?" Benny laughed out loud. "Don't be stupid. It's just some unknown factor, maybe some sun that doesn't shine, or some world in a position that we can't see, and yet, he has been exerting gravity on Kargash... ..." "Is there nothing fancy about all this?" asked Theremon. "Of course. But Arthur reminded me of the ancient and well-worn philosophy of the Sword of Tagora, which we used... I mean, as a metaphor... when it was difficult to decide between two hypotheses, Kill the more complicated one first. It's easier to find a sun that doesn't shine than to create a whole new theory of gravity, so..."

"A sun that doesn't shine? Isn't that a bit of a contradiction in concept? A sun is a light source. If it doesn't shine, how can it be called a sun?" "This is just one of the possibilities that Arthur threw at us, and he didn't necessarily think about it seriously. One of the things we've been doing these days is to use and seek various astronomical theories, hoping to find A point, that provides enough theoretical support so that we can come up with a comprehensive explanation for it...Look, Schelling's there." Beanie waved to the chubby psychologist, who had just walked outside Come in, "Sherling! Shering! Come on, let's have a drink, okay?"

Schelling walked cautiously through the narrow doorway. "So, Benny, you've picked up some new vices, haven't you?" "Not much. But Theremon always buys me Tanol, and I seem to like it. You don't know Theremon, do you? He's a columnist for the Chronicle." "I don't think I've seen it," said Schelling, holding out his hand. "Actually, I hear people talking about you a lot. I'm Resta 717's uncle." "Professor of Psychology," said Theremon, "you just got back from the Joller Fair, didn't you?" Schelling looked surprised. "You keep track of everything, don't you?"

"I hope so." The waiter came over. "Want something to drink? How about 'Tanol'? "Too strong," replied Schelling, "and too sweet. Is there a Nertij? That's the only way to drink it." "Is it Joller's brandy? I'm not sure. If you can find it, how would you drink it?" "I don't add anything." Sherin looked at Theremon and Beanie and said, "I fell in love with this wine these days when I went to the north. Although the food there is terrible, the brandy brewed is at least passable. .” "I hear there's been a lot of trouble at the fair," Theremon said. "There's something wrong with the amusement park. . .

"It's a mysterious tunnel. For this reason, I went there. The city government and the city lawyers hired me as a consultant and asked me to give them advice." Theremon sat forward. "I heard that people in the tunnel were scared to death and they are still open to the public. Is this true?" "Everybody asks me that," Schelling replied, "and a few people die, but it doesn't seem to detract from the public's liking for it. Anyway, they insist on going to take the risk. When a lot of people come out, Insanity. I drove through the mysterious tunnel myself." At this point, he suddenly shuddered, "But it has been closed now. I told them that there are only two ways: one is to close it, and the other is to close it. There were lawsuits and huge sums of money to pay. I also told them that it was ridiculous to put people in the dark under extreme stress. They got the point."

"Sir, we do have 'Nertij'." The waiter interrupted him, and put a glass of dark brown brandy in front of Schelling, "There is only one bottle, you'd better drink it slowly." The psychologist nodded.Before the waiter left, he raised his glass and took a sip, half of the wine in the glass was gone. "Sir, I say..." Schelling smiled at him. "I heard what you said, and I will drink slowly in the future." He turned to Benny, "I heard that there was a lot of trouble at the observatory when I was in the north. I heard Lilias say it, but she I don't know what's going on. I heard it's a new theory..."

Benny grinned, and said, "Serimon and I were still talking about this just now. It's not a new theory, but a challenge to an existing theory. I'm calculating the orbit of Kargesh, and... " Schelling listened carefully, becoming more and more shocked the more he listened. "There's something wrong with the theory of gravitation?" Beanie couldn't help crying out in the middle of his sentence, "Oh, my God! Doesn't that mean that if I put down the glasses, he may float into the sky So? So, I'd better drink 'Nertij' first." Then he drank the wine in one gulp.

Benny laughed. "Gravity is still on the books. What we're trying to do is what Arthur is trying to do... He's leading this research, it's amazing that he's come out and doing this research... The purpose of our research is to hopefully Get a mathematical explanation of why our data doesn't match what we think we should have." "I think it's called falsified data," Therimon added. "I don't think it's credible," said Schelling. "You don't like the conclusion, so you're redesigning it, don't you, Beanie? Do whatever it takes to get it done?" "This is not the case..." "You do, you do!" Schelling laughed heartily. "Waiter! Another 'Nertij'! Another 'Tanol' for my immoral young friend! Seri Meng, do you want another cup for you?" "Please." Schelling said in the same sonorous voice: "It's all very disappointing, Beanie. I thought it was only those of us who worked in psychology who used data to illustrate theories and called it 'science.' It's more like what the Flame believers do!" "Sherin! Shut up!" "The Pyromen claim to be scientists, too," Theremon put in.Both Beanie and Schelling turned their heads away. "Last week, before it rained, I went to interview an important figure in the organization," he continued. "I was hoping to meet Mondial, but a guy from the public relations department called Freemont 66 was interviewed. Others Thin, but very smart, very likable. He spent half an hour explaining to me that they had scientifically and confidently proven that on September 19 next year, all suns will disappear and we will Overwhelmed by darkness, everyone will go insane." "The whole world will become a mysterious dark tunnel, won't it?" said Schelling with a cheerful mood. "You know, we don't have enough hospitals to hold the entire population, or enough psychiatrists to treat them. Besides, all psychiatrists would go crazy." "Is that the end?" Benny asked. "That's a good question," echoed Schelling. "The most serious problem is not madness," continued Theremon. "According to Freemont, after the sun disappears, the sky will be filled with so-called stars, which will shoot fire at us and burn everything. Then, the whole world It will be full of inarticulate, incoherent lunatics. They scurry about the burning city, with the sound of buildings collapsing in their ears now and then. May this be a nightmare for Mundil." "What if it wasn't a nightmare?" Sherin said, sobbing suddenly.His face was drawn long, and he looked preoccupied. "What if there's a reason for it?" "What an appalling point!" said Beanie. "Let's have another drink for that." "You haven't finished your current glass," Schelling reminded the young psychologist. "Ah, what are you talking about? After finishing drinking, I still have to have another glass. Waiter! Waiter!"