latent syndrome.

Chapter 500 499. General Relativity

The sound was extremely short, it just exploded for a moment like thunder, and then disappeared in an instant.

Because of the speed too fast.

I didn't even see a shadow, just a sudden gust of wind and sand that covered the sky and the sun.

Selene choked and coughed.

Wu Mingshi was extremely sure that it was a locomotive, and without a moment's hesitation, he immediately chased after it.

Ten seconds later.

A man wearing a black turban and a black aviator leather jacket with rivets was leisurely driving a locomotive when he was suddenly taken aback by the people who stopped him.

Because the speed is so fast, most of the motorcyclists here often cannot see the surrounding scene. Since there are no obstacles in this boundless wasteland, no matter where it is, it is the Iron Triangle of Lieyang Wasteland, Wind and Sand, which is the same, even if they cannot see things. It doesn't matter.

It is too late to brake at this time. Although this is not a physical world, the spirit also has inertia. It is like bouncing up suddenly after seeing a hot beauty, and it is impossible to clean the six roots in an instant. Although this metaphor is not very appropriate, it is roughly similar. .

But the turban man no longer has to worry about this problem.

Nameless took out the Chaos Knife and slashed the locomotive, and then the man in the turban who fell out of control was grabbed by the neck by Nameless and lifted in mid-air.

"who are you?"

Wuming asked coldly, and Selene also rushed over. Although she didn't quite agree with Wuming's approach, although this kind of communication was more effective at first, there were hidden dangers. The other party might hide or deceive out of resentment.

Because the desert of thought is a product of downtime.

It is the purest lawless zone in the entire deep world.

Compared with this place, All Souls City follows the rules.

"I am your long-lost son!"

The man in the turban slammed the ground and burst into tears, as if mourning his concubine.

The big shock was like thunder, and I didn't know how to complain for a while, it was shameless and shameless to attend the memorial service, so fucking shameless to cry.

Nameless was also shocked, and let go of the man in the hood.

The man in the turban knelt down immediately, threw his body to the ground, and made a big salute. The speed of the locomotive was so fast, but he was intercepted premeditatedly.

The locomotives here are all made of soul.

Because of being trapped in the wasteland for too long, the average person here is a master of transportation tools. Even the most trashy people can directly work as technical consultants for large companies if they are placed outside.

"Forehead……"

"who are you……"

"How did the car get here?"

Anonymous asked.

The hijab man is also unambiguous.

"Father must be here for the first time."

"This is a desert of thought."

"There's no way of getting out."

"It can only go in and out, so there are no portals."

"But before ancient times, there was a great sage and sage teacher who unfortunately fell into this place. He was an old man who practiced good fortune, sat in meditation for thousands of years, and proposed the general theory of relativity."

The man in the turban immediately began to chatter.

"God damn general relativity."

The nameless person is so speechless and speechless that he flew to the sky with his fucking mother, and he felt that this theory was very familiar. Although he had never heard of it, he was very familiar with it.

Selene is also a little speechless, and she is also an academic teacher in the deep world of psychopathy.

Someone once proposed the theory of infinite morons.

The principle is.

It is also possible for an imbecile to knock on a typewriter casually, and it is possible to knock out an entire library, which is enough to give birth to all the professional theoretical books required by an advanced civilization, or any literary work or philosophical theory.

Books can be regarded as a combination of text information, and these books, as a finite set, are included in the infinite set of text information combinations.

The probability that a finite set occurs in an infinite set is not zero.

To the effect.

Let an imbecile sit at a typewriter and type eternity.

can also be.

The supreme power that creates all things.

Selene explained to Anonymous like this.

"God damn infinite imbecile theory!"

Even Anonymous was completely stupid, that is to say, an imbecile can realize the theory of infinite imbecility, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"In short, villains don't understand these things."

"I only know."

"There's no such thing as time, only speed, and that's what matters."

"And the fastest speed is the speed of thought."

"It's immutable, no matter what the circumstances, the speed doesn't change, regardless of the source of the thought or the observer."

"As long as you break through the speed of thought."

"It also broke through at the same time."

"Natural, spiritual, logical conceptual forms."

"Break through the shackles of three."

"From time immemorial."

"In order to escape from here, people including me are trying to speed up faster than infinite speed."

"It's the only way out of the wasteland."

"So each of us is constantly collecting new arrivals, processing them into locomotives, or using them as fuel."

The hooded man said so.

Both Anonymous and Selene felt a little shocked. Even in the deep world with infinite possibilities, this plane is too wild and hardcore.

Selene asked.

"and many more!"

"Those who can come here... are conscious souls."

"How is it processed into locomotives and fuel?"

Selene inquired, at least no such technology exists elsewhere.

The turbaned man only answered due to the current situation. Practice makes perfect. People who wandered and survived in the wilderness are mechanical masters per capita.

Followed by.

In order to make it easier for the two to understand, the turbaned man took out another motorcycle from the portable space and showed the two of them the internal structure.

He opened the fuel tank of the two-wheeled locomotive, and after lifting the lid, there were rows of vortex-shaped spiral saw teeth inside. As long as the man in the turban turned on the accelerator, these saw teeth would spin crazily.

As long as people are poured into it, they will be directly crushed into fuel to provide power for the locomotive.

He also took out a crying slave from the portable space, threw it into it without saying a word, turned on the accelerator, and was smashed into fuel amidst extremely horrific howls.

"You can go now."

The turbaned man said with an extremely hearty smile.

Selene frowned, which was quite novel.

"Hold."

Anonymous lit a cigarette and smoked. He only cared about whether he could get out of here. He heard this man said that there is no portal, so he wants to build a motorcycle to play infinite racing?
"Has anyone done it? I mean speed beyond... Universal Spirit or something."

Anonymous asked.

The hooded man paused for a moment.

"of course not."

He replied as a matter of course.

Anonymous wants to kill people.

Stopped by Selene.

"I understand the general situation."

"But just wandering around in the wasteland all the time, so there's no destination or anything like that?"

"Or the people who have been trapped here for a long time have not formed... any camp?"

Selene thinks that this is only his one-sided statement. Apart from this almost mentally ill way, there may be other ways to leave.

"Of course I have somewhere to go."

"Getting ready to join a biker party."

(End of this chapter)