The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 150 Universe
No one knew how much smoke was floating in the room, anyway, the tangled white strands had already reached the level that affected the sight. The doctor with disheveled hair in front of him seemed to be deliberately burying himself in a place with low visibility.

So, just as he threw a cigarette butt into the ashtray made of paper on the table, he lit another one and took a good puff.

"If you're just in a hurry to let your lungs rot, I can make some quick-acting ones for you." A girl who was only twelve or thirteen years old said with her face propped up.

"Don't worry, my lungs can repair themselves." The doctor muttered, "Don't interrupt, where did I just say?"

"The Composition of the Universe" A woman with weird makeup and a nurse's uniform responded helplessly.

"Oh, yes, this is it." Ziliang said: "Everything has a framework, and the universe we live in is naturally like this. Gravity allows things to be involved with each other to form a whole that surrounds each other; the speed of light is limited. Maximum speed, so that we don't run too far and see something that shouldn't be seen; life defines the existence time of the individual, lest something grow out of control."

"Well, it does sound very interesting, similar to the description of the Creator in some 'theology books', and the universe is like a box created by the Creator. In the box, there are various restrictions to ensure that the box Internal stability," Hannibal said lightly.

"Oh? Is there such a saying in those theology books? From this point of view, those authors are not all making up." Ziliang nodded and said: "Indeed, the box is a very appropriate metaphor, but Not quite right either, because the universe is not a single box, but an infinite number of them."

"Endless?"

"Yes, too many to count."

"But... why do you have so many boxes?" Shirley asked again.

"This is a very complicated issue, and it is not the focus of our concern. The focus now is that these boxes are all part of the universe, so they all follow an unchanging framework, and those blank parts are determined by the boxes. Feel free to fill it up by yourself, random enough to be strange and unscrupulous, and each of these boxes is a plane, at this moment, our 'Eternal Life Coffin' is in the gap between boxes!" Ziliang pointed out the window Said the empty void.

"Well, I don't really want to care about boxes or jars. I just want to know that what we are facing in the next plane is this 'god' who can set the framework of the universe, right?" Quinn shrugged and asked Said: "That's really great, you found us an interesting opponent, so now we just need to wait quietly to enter the plane, and then be slapped to death by God, right?"

"Of course not." Ziliang responded: "In fact, this 'god' has no way of finding me."

"Ah? What does this mean? Didn't you say that it has already set its sights on you?" Shirley asked again.

"Focus on me and find me are two different things. Hmm. Let me give you an example. For example, the universe we live in is an adult, and our existence is just a group of cells wandering in his body. We are in it Hundreds of billions of internal organs were floating around, and finally one day, the adult did a blood test and found that our group of cells was about to escape to its liver, but he couldn't be sure it was the liver at all. Which cell of the cell has gone wrong."

"...but... haven't we entered the next plane yet? Then we can change to another plane now. We can remove the lungs and kidneys. Why do we have to go to the liver and throw ourselves into the trap?" Hannibal wondered asked.

"It's not as simple as you said, don't forget, time is defined by this 'Master God', so he can easily predict where we are going in advance, no matter how we change it, there will be no change." It is used, because 'first' and 'after' in the ordinary sense, in its eyes, are simply a boring definition."

"Suddenly, we feel a little pitiful when we are young." Quinn muttered: "Then since it is difficult for the 'God' to find us, then why are you acting so frightened? You just need to hide carefully."

"It's a good idea, but although it can't find me, it still has a way to kill me."

"Huh? In what way?"

Ziliang took a puff of cigarette: "It's going to crush the whole liver."

Another moment of silence.

"Isn't this a little too high on you? To him, you are just a small cell."

"Don't underestimate cells. A mutation in a cell can cause the collapse of an entire living being." Shirley corrected.

"Okay, you can talk about biology class later, I haven't finished yet." Ziliang interrupted the conversation between the two ladies: "Although the 'cosmic consciousness' is going to crush the entire plane, it doesn't The method is to really destroy this plane. As I said just now, each plane has a frame, and this frame cannot be destroyed. Therefore, the consciousness of the universe can only destroy things within those frames. "

"Within the frame?"

"Yes, so when we arrive at the next plane, we may face a completely unrecognizable and unreasonable world. This world may be in various forms, scary, dangerous, narrowly defined, crazy, and even... funny , but one thing will not change, that is, this world will do everything possible to kill us. Moreover, the consciousness of the universe will also project itself into this plane to find and destroy us."

"Well, what a considerate treatment. Then, what is the projection of the consciousness of the universe?"

"No one knows, because it can be anything, a person, a rabbit, a pile of rocks, a sound, a race, or even anything you can't even think of." Ziliang said: "But, it only needs to Projecting itself into the box, it must also abide by the rules in the box. In other words, it must be a reasonable thing, so."

"So it can be eliminated." Hannibal took Ziliang's words.

"Yes, originally, I was planning to keep my life as the main purpose, but to be honest, the improvement of our last plane is a bit beyond imagination, so I want to try, can I bet a little bigger." As Ziliang said, his eyes swept over everyone present: "As for my bargaining chips... it's you, so here, I want to ask for everyone's ideas"

"Of course I have no objection." Harley Quinn replied suddenly.She even put on an expression eager to try: "When I meet Little Pudding in the future, I can tell him that I once smashed the head of 'God'." She seemed to have fallen into a wonderful day in a dream.

"I agree, but I need its projection product as a source of virus culture." Shirley said this sentence.

"I also agree." Hannibal also said: "But I have a condition. If the projection of the consciousness of the universe is really a rabbit or a person, then I must cut off a piece of its corpse."

"Eh." Zi Liang just wanted to say something out loud.

"But you can't cut the heart and brain." Shirley suddenly turned to Hannibal and said, "My culture source needs a certain integrity, and I have to record the reaction of the 'God' to the T virus."

"Sorry, I can't promise you." Hannibal raised his head slightly and said, "The heart beats thousands of times, making its flesh the most compact muscle in the body. Its nerve and blood supply, its tenderness is incomparable to other parts.”

"What are you talking about? That's a 'god'. Its death should contribute to science, not use it to blame!"

……

Ziliang looked at the two guys who suddenly started arguing, as well as the lady nurse at the door who was immersed in lust and had a distorted expression, and suddenly felt a little pain in the head.

... Do these people really understand what they are about to face?Why do you look like you're going on a trip?And the old man downstairs didn't seem to take this seriously at all, and didn't even bother to listen.

He just thought so helplessly...

suddenly!

The whole hospital shook violently.

Then, it was dark...

(End of this chapter)