Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Realizing this, Lu Zhou was instantly frightened by this idea.

See yourself?

how can that be? !!

The entire old universe has disappeared into the void beyond time, and it is not certain whether human beings have existed in that strange world, and he is nothing more than a piece of dust in this memory.

How could he feel that he belonged to the new universe.

and many more……

At this time, Lu Zhou suddenly remembered that the old man in front of him was most likely the prophet of Parker civilization-no, rather, he must be the prophet!

At this moment, all the clues are all connected together.

Although it is only a very remote possibility, there is only one way that can be explained. That is, he is in the old universe. He perceives the eyes outside the time axis, whether it is the "spirit of the universe" or Fortunately, the so-called "psionic ritual", he foresaw that at some point in the future, this memory would be read by someone who had nothing to do with it.

The feeling of being stared at was not dissipated until Noir waved goodbye, and stood on the beam of light that went to the sky.

Looking at the God-chosen man in front of him, the aging prophet was silent for a long time, and only when Lu Zhou felt his feet started to fall off the ground, he said in a low voice.

"Maybe I was wrong."

"You are the one chosen by God."

Hearing the old man's words, Nou frowned slightly and asked, frowning.

"... What are you talking about?"

Just as if he were many years old for a moment, there was a sorrow in the face of the prophet.

But he didn't say anything, just looked at the doubtful face that was gradually off the ground, and waved his thin claws.

"It's nothing."

"Forget what I said."

"Since it was the decision of the Spirit of the universe, I believe that all this is the best arrangement."

Looking at the old man who had gone away with the blue grassland, he took the land boat from Nou's perspective and held his breath involuntarily.

If his reasoning is correct ...

The prophet's last monologue should not have been addressed to Noir.

It is for the observer who stands here to listen to himself ...

...

Opening his eyes suddenly, as if waking up from a nightmare, Lu Zhou bounced off the bed.

When the chosen man named "Noir" he stepped in, the anti-gravity beam set foot on the spacecraft heading to the center of Xinghe. Dissipated and exhausted.

There was a drop of sweat on his forehead, and the ground boat with the helmet off was panting lightly, raising his arms to wipe off the sweat that slipped down to the cheek.

Watching with concern beside him all the time, Xiao Ai controlled the robotic arm and handed a glass of water to the side of the boat, and controlled the drone to fly to him in front of him, sending him with the air flow of the four rotor Refreshing cool breeze.

[Master, are you okay? QAQ]

"It's all right ..." After taking a drink, Lu Zhou looked at the LED screen full of emoticons, revealing a reassuring smile. "Compared with the previous two sets of memories, this time it is quite mild. . "

In addition to the information about the history of the Parker civilization and the first half of "The Chosen One, Noir," it was directly infused into his brain, which caused a certain load on his brain, and the rest of the entire memory All told the story to him in a rather mild atmosphere.

At least, compared to the Void Memory a, which contains a mysterious puzzle-solving element, and the Void Memory b, which contains a numbing action shooting element, this story-only memory can be regarded as a simple model.

For Lu Zhou, this is his first time. He does not need to use the reading system of the virtual reality system to complete the synchronization of the void memory.

But at the same time, it was also the first time for him to encounter such a strange thing in the memory of the old universe ...

Xiao Ai: [Master, do you need to register the copy into the "Galan Empire" game? (＞ ▽ ＜)]

After thinking about this for a while, Lu Zhou shook his head slightly.

"... I don't need it this time. There are no difficult levels for players to help. Just archive the data directly into the library."

Xiao Ai: [Received. (??????) ??】

For Xiao Ai, who is in charge of the quantum computer, archiving this huge amount of data is just a momentary effort.

After losing it for a while in the underground laboratory, Lu Zhou took the elevator back to the ground, and went to the cafeteria of the Institute for Advanced Research to settle for dinner.

Along the way, everyone who saw him greeted him with respect.

However, because he was thinking about his heart, Lu Zhou seemed absent-minded when he responded, so that when he sat down in the cafeteria, he found that he had mishandled cooking.

After hurriedly solving the dinner, Lu Zhou returned home with his stomach full of doubts and locked himself in the study.

I took out the notebook stuffed in the corner of the bookshelf, and Lu Zhou spread it out on the desk. In the blank space of the latest page, I wrote down my experience in the Fragment of Void Memory c.

"Parker civilization, label: idealism, authoritarianism ..."

"... the warrior who won in hundreds of duels became the man of choice, and went to the center of Xinghe under the direction of the prophet to find a way to save civilization."

"Natural disaster ... is another natural disaster. What is the so-called natural disaster? Are the crises encountered by the Parker civilization and Jialan civilization the same thing? And the psionic ritual that predicts the future, how will it be done?"

He scratched his hair in distress, and Lu Zhou frowned, lost in thought.

The degree of civilization of these Parkers is obviously far less developed and strong than the Garam civilization ... At least from the mouth of the elderly man, Lu Zhou has not heard that they have completed a grand spectacle similar to the world, let alone I've heard of the singular dripping leap, or a similar description.

The so-called natural disasters are only perceived through a kind of "psionic ritual" similar to Champ.

Because of the anticipation of the unknown threat, they decided to send a spaceship to the center of this galaxy by people selected by the spirit of the universe to find a solution to the crisis.

The whole plan is full of idealism.

The prophet did not tell the chosen man what to do to go to the center of Xinghe, nor did he tell him what the so-called "natural disaster" was, but he firmly believed that doing so would reverse a certain doomed crisis.

This blind faith makes this so-called redemptive civilization journey look like a pilgrimage.

"What's hidden in the center of the galaxy?"

"And the spirit of the universe and the ritual of predicting the future ... Is it really possible to achieve such unreliable things?"

What disturbed Lu Zhou in particular was that the old prophet's last look at the end of the memory was not the same as the monologue told to Noir.

Are you the one chosen by God?

And who do you mean by this ...

Looking at the notebook that had been written unconsciously, and the question mark almost filled with blank space, Lu Zhou hesitated for a long time, and finally retained these suspense written on the paper.

"It seems that even the physics of LV10 cannot answer this question well ..."

"If only I could talk to that man."

The man who claims to be the observer.

If it was him, he must know something.

Although this intuition doesn't make much sense, and the guy doesn't get along so well, the deep and wise eyes are reassuring.

With a slight sigh, Lu Zhou closed the note full of this page and stood up from the desk.

"Let's get here for the time being ... I'm afraid that it won't be physics, but mystery and philosophy."

Maybe I should find a chance to study Professor Miro's notes again?

Although Lu Zhou didn't think he knew the spirit of the universe better than himself ~ www.readwn.com ~, the creator of the animism of the universe, maybe he found some clues that were worthy of being ignored by himself.

At that moment, Lu Zhou suddenly remembered that he seemed to have promised Brother Luo to go over to IMCRC today to prepare for the century-old physics conference.

As a result, I spent the whole day today in the Institute of Higher Education.

Looking out the window, it was completely dark.

At this time to go to Shanghai, you have to find a place to live.

Forget it, it's so late now.

Just wait till tomorrow ...

Thinking of this, Lu Zhou reached out to turn off the lamp on the desk, yawned, got up from the chair, and went down to the room to rest.