A corrugated prompt sounded, and one of the walls in the room suddenly looked like a huge screen, lighting up the picture.
"Wow - that's amazing!" Dong Yao and Qi Muhuan exclaimed slightly exaggeratedly.
Some of the three young people who came in later who were caught in emotional disputes let out an exclamation, but now the old members were ignored, because at this moment, a string of text was showing on the huge screen.
[Dad, I don't like school.]
[Oh, why don't you like it?]
[I don't like rote memorization, nor do I like the teacher forcing us to answer the questions according to the routine. I think, a question only needs to answer its core and true meaning. Just like Dad, you told me, get rid of the false and keep the true, look at the essence through the phenomenon, those exaggerated and superficial things are meaningless burdens , whether it is a liberal arts problem or a science problem, the simplified and refined language is the essence, and it is practical to remove routines and cumbersome steps.]
[You are right, child.]
[But schools and teachers don’t teach us this way. Humanities only require memorization, and you can’t go wrong with a single word. Science must answer questions according to the formulas and routines taught in books. You are not allowed to take a different approach. I think what we should really learn in school is how to think about every question correctly and flexibly, rather than how to memorize every question and its answer in order to get a good score in the test.]
[Child, this phenomenon you mentioned is indeed a problem. It is a feature of exam-oriented education. The general environment determines that it cannot be changed in the short term... ]
[But Dad, you always tell me not to curb your imagination and creativity, but I feel like my imagination and creativity are being stifled.
I don't like school, my ideas are often seen as eccentric and restless by teachers, who always think I'm deliberately going against and messing with them. My classmates also thought that I was a weirdo, and my brain circuits were not on the same frequency.
But I think they're turning into a bunch of rigid robots that just take formulas and sentences taught in books and apply them verbatim to everything - I don't want to be like them, Dad, I feel breathless in this environment, I hate that the teacher makes me recite those theorems, axioms, laws, texts...
I can't stand it daddy! I want to die, I don't like them, I don't like these, I'm so depressed, I want to get out, I want to get out of here!]
[-Do not! ... no... son... son, good boy, open your eyes, son, look at daddy... you didn't leave daddy, did you? You must still be here, son, wait for Dad, Dad will come to you, read books with you, play with you, and let your imagination run wild... Dad will come to you...]
…
Below these words are several lines of handwritten lettering with frenzied emotions:
—I can't open the box, even though it's probably only one in a trillion, but... but I want to find my son... Maybe, maybe if I put myself in the box, it'll be one in a trillion the possibility of finding him...
—Fuck your ridiculous theoretical laws! Since you have no doubts about this, I will give you a world of absolute laws! In this world, all scientific phenomena... theories... formulas, conclusions, laws, or whatever... hypotheses, logical and self-consistent inferences, paradoxes... even, conventional views... well-known phenomena, … Yes, that’s right, those you firmly believe in, the so-called correct laws of nature, the laws of the universe, they are all true here, this is the world you want, they are here, they are all of this world, real law...
- Does God roll the dice or not...
- After all, did matter come first, or did consciousness come first? Does matter determine consciousness, or does consciousness determine matter
- Son, where are you? Dad is going to find you, to find you...
Below all the words, there is an icon in the shape of a dice, flashing with a cold and lonely star.
The old members looked at each other, and Wei Dong scratched his hair, which was newly trimmed before he entered the painting: "The last few paragraphs look really chaotic, and it does look like a madman's chaotic mental state."
"Yeah, I'm so confused," Luo Meng also scratched at his platinum-gold hair, "I don't understand very well, the messy theoretical laws mentioned above are all true in this world. What does it mean?"
"To put it simply, as long as you have an idea and can have a theoretical basis to support it, even if it cannot be realized in reality, it can be judged to be true and can be realized in the so-called 'this world'." Zhu Howen Road.
"It's too abstract, it's not simple at all." Wei Dong said he was confused.
"The so-called 'this world' should be the world created by the artist's program in this painting. It can be said that it was created by his consciousness, or perhaps it was created according to his cognition of this world." Shao Lingdao, "But no matter what it is, it all comes from a madman's chaotic spiritual world. I'm afraid that the danger we will encounter will be different from before. It may have no rules, or even unreasonable. I think the difficulty we will face this time will be very big. Mu, what do you think?"
"I want to focus on these few lines of handwriting," Mu Yiran said, "although its content looks chaotic, some key information is scattered in it, just like the essence of abstract paintings, we should Purify these contents, remove those useless things, and find out the key information inside."
"From the first line, he mentioned the box," Ke Xun said, "which should be referring to the box about Schrödinger's cat, but what does this 'one in a trillion odds' refer to? ?"
"Can I ask," the shawl-haired girl suddenly said, "Do these things displayed on the wall now have something to do with the rules of the world in the painting you said?"
"Yes, the world in each painting will set a background and a mystery for us," Qin Ci answered her patiently, "and will also give us more or less clues to break the game. We have to do It is to seize these clues and find more clues to solve the mystery, so as to find the signature or seal of the author of this painting, and leave the world in the painting."
The shawl-haired girl swallowed hard: "Is it true what you said just now?"
"It's true." Qin Ci said.
The shawl-haired girl was a little helpless and looked at the young man named Deng Lin. Deng Lin seemed to be afraid that the two girls would remember what happened just now, so he hurriedly asked the old members who talked to Xiang Xiang: "Can you explain to us first? What's the matter with Schrödinger's cat?"
"'Schrödinger's cat' is a thought experiment proposed by the famous Austrian physicist Schrödinger..."
As soon as Shao Ling opened his mouth, he heard the little fresh meat idol named Qi Muhuan laugh: "The surname is Xue, shouldn't it be Chinese? Does Austria also have the surname Xue?"
Dong Yao smiled and patted him next to him: "Mu Huan, you are going to reveal your knowledge now, be careful of losing fans!"
Qi Muhuan said with a smile: "Oh, I was wrong, my personality is about to collapse, don't abandon me, the mousses!"
Everyone: "… "
Ke Xun asked Luo Yao, "What is mousse, cake?"
Luo Yao: "The nickname of his fans."
Ke Xun: "..."
"...a thought experiment," Shao Ling continued, "the content of the experiment is: put a cat in a box like a secret room, in which there is a small amount of radioactive material, a poison bottle, a hammer on the poison bottle, the hammer Controlled by an electronic switch, which is controlled by radioactive material.
"If the radioactive material decays, an electronic switch is triggered, the electronic switch controls the hammer to fall, the hammer smashes the poison bottle, the poison bottle releases the cyanide gas inside, and the cat will die.
"It is known that there is a 50% probability that this radioactive substance will decay, and 50% will not, so there is a half chance that it will not trigger the electronic switch and drop a hammer to break the poison bottle, and the other half may be, so the box Half of the cats are dead or alive.
"The problem is that the cat is kept in an opaque, airtight box, and one can never know whether the cat is dead or alive until the box is opened, and only after opening the box can one determine whether the cat is dead or not , or live.
"So what is the state of the cat in the box before the box is opened? Quantum theory says: If we don't open the box to observe, we will never know if the cat is dead or alive, and it will always be half-dead. Superposition state. That is to say, the cat in the box is both dead and alive.
"This statement obviously violates logical thinking, but it has extraordinary significance in the physics community..."
"Wow, this is really long knowledge. It feels like I have taken a physics class." Dong Yao said in a sweet and pleasant voice next to her.
The old members: "… "
"What does that have to do with the so-called painting world we are now in?" Deng Lin asked.
"The name of this painting is "Schrödinger's Cat", and the room we are in is like a sealed box." Zhu Haowen gave him a light look.
Deng Lin was stunned and reacted for a while, as if he finally realized something, his face turned pale.
"So what do you mean, we may be dead or alive now?" The long-haired girl responded very quickly, and her face was also a little pale.
"That being said, if the painter's signature is not found, all of us will die, and if the signature is found without one person dying, then all of us may get out alive," Weidong said.
"Then, what are you waiting for? Let's find it quickly!" The shawl-haired girl said in a panic.
"We need to sort out the existing clues first..."
Before Shao Ling's word "Chu" could be spoken, he heard Qi Muhuan say with a smile, "Whether God throws the dice or not mentioned above has something to do with the icon of the dice below? Let's come. Click it and see what happens!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and clicked on the icon of the dice.
He was too close to the wall, and his movements were too sudden. Everyone didn't have time to react and stop him. The icon of the dice had already been clicked by him and began to spin at a high speed.
"—Fuck!" Ke Xun Weidong and Luo Meng roared together, never expecting this person to be so arrogant and owed so much, and it was too late to stop them, so they had to quickly stand beside their companions and wait patiently. what's going to happen next.