Paintings of Terror

A wavy prompt sounded, and one of the walls of the room suddenly looked like a huge screen, which lit up.

"Wow-it's amazing!" Dong Yao and Qi Muhuan exaggerated their admiration.

Some of the three young people who came in later who were caught in emotional disputes let out an exclamation, but now no one of the old members cares about it, because at this moment a string of text is appearing on this 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 teachers who force us to answer questions according to routines. I think that as long as you answer the core and true meaning of a question, you just need to answer it, just as you told me, dad, to remove the false and keep the truth, look at the essence through the phenomenon, those exaggerated and superficial things are meaningless cumbersome Regardless of whether it is a liberal arts or science problem, the essence of condensed and refined language is the essence, and it is practical to remove routines and tedious steps. 】

[You are right, boy. 】

[But schools and teachers don’t teach us that way. The liberal arts only requires rote memorization, and no word can be mistaken. For science, you must answer the questions in accordance with the formulas and routines taught in the book. You are not allowed to take a different approach. I think what we really should learn in school is how to think about each question correctly and flexibly, not how to memorize each question and its answer by rote to get a good result. 】

[Child, this phenomenon you mentioned is indeed a problem. It is a characteristic of exam-oriented education. The general environment determines that it cannot be changed in the short term...]

[But Dad, you always tell me, don’t curb your imagination and creativity, but I feel that my imagination and creativity are being stifled.

I don't like school. My thoughts are often regarded by teachers as weird and restless. They always feel that I am deliberately opposing and making trouble with them. The students also think that I am a weird person, and the brain circuits are not in the same FM.

But I think they are becoming a group of rigid robots, only holding the formulas and sentences taught in the book, and applying them verbatim to everything—I don’t want to be like them, Dad, In such an environment, I feel out of breath. I hate that the teacher makes me recite the theorems, axioms, rules, texts...

I can't stand Dad! I really want to die, I don't like them, I don't like these, I am too depressed, I want to get rid of, I want to leave here! 】

【--Do not! ...No...Son...Son, good, son, open your eyes, look at Dad...You didn't leave Dad, did you? You must still be here, son, wait for dad, dad will find you, read books with you, play with you, accompany you in a whimsical way... Dad will find you...]

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Below these words are several lines of handwritten fonts with frantic emotions:

——I can’t open the box, although it may only be a possibility of one in several trillions, but...but I want to find my son...maybe, maybe I also put myself in the box, it will be in the trillions One in the possibility of finding him...

——Fuck your ridiculous theory! Since you have no doubt about this, I will give you a world of absolute law! In this world, all scientific phenomena...theories...formulas, conclusions, rules, or whatever... hypotheses with theoretical foundations, logically self-consistent inferences, paradoxes...even, conventional opinions...knowledge The phenomena of high degrees... yes, yes, they are the so-called correct natural laws and the laws of the universe that you firmly believe in. They are all true here. This is the world you want. They are here. All of this world, the real law...

——Does God roll the dice...

——After all, did we have matter or consciousness first? Does matter determine consciousness, or consciousness determines matter?

——Son, where are you? Dad is going to find you, to find you...

Below all the words, there is a dice-like icon, shining with cold and silent stars.

The old members looked at each other, and Wei Dong grabbed his newly trimmed hair before entering the painting: "The following paragraphs look really chaotic, indeed like a crazy mental state of chaos."

"Yeah, it makes me confused," Luo Mao also scratched his platinum hair. "I don't understand too much. All the messy theoretical rules mentioned above are true in this world. What does it mean?"

"To put it simply, as long as you have an idea and can support it with a theoretical basis, even if it cannot be realized in reality, it can be judged to be real and can be realized in the so-called'this world'." Zhu Hao Wen said.

"It's too abstract, not simple at all." Wei Dong said at a loss.

"The so-called'this world' should be the world created by the artist program in this painting. It can be said that this is created by his consciousness, or perhaps based on his cognition of this world," Shao Ling said, "But no matter what it is, it comes from a madman's chaotic and mixed spiritual world. I am afraid that the danger we will encounter will be different from before. It is likely to be irregular, even unreasonable. I think the difficulty we will face this time will be very great. 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 and mixed in it, just like the essence of abstract painting. 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, "This should refer to the box about Schrödinger's cat, but what does this "one in a trillion probability" mean? ?"

"Can I ask," the girl in the shawl said suddenly, "are the things displayed on the wall related to the rules of the world in this painting?"

"Yes, the world in each painting will set a background and a mystery for us," Qin Ci patiently answered for her, "and will also provide us with more or less clues to break the game, we have to do Yes, it is to seize these clues and find more clues to solve this 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: "What you just said, is it really true?"

"It's true." Qin Ci said.

The girl in the shawl was a little helpless. She looked at the young man named Deng Lin. Deng Lin seemed to be afraid that the two girls would think of what happened just now. He quickly asked the old members who spoke to them: "Can you explain to us first? What's the matter with the Schrödinger cat just mentioned?"

"'Schrodinger's Cat' is a thought experiment proposed by the famous Austrian physicist Schrodinger..."

As soon as Shao Ling spoke, he heard the little meat idol named Qi Muhuan laugh: "The surname is Xue, shouldn't it be a Chinese? Is there a surname Xue in Austria?"

Dong Yao smiled and slapped him next to him: "Mu Huan, you are going to expose your knowledge now, beware of falling fans!"

Qi Mu smiled and said: "Oh, I was wrong, my personal setting is about to collapse, mousses, don't abandon me!"

Everyone: "..."

Ke Xun asked Luo Wei, "What is the mousse, cake?"

Luo Wei: "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 with a small amount of radioactive material, a poison bottle, and a hammer on the poison bottle. The hammer is controlled by an electronic switch, which is controlled by radioactive materials.

"If the radioactive material decays, it will trigger the electronic switch, 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 undoubtedly die.

"It is known that there is a 50% probability that this radioactive substance will decay, and 50% will not, so there is half the possibility that it will not touch the electronic switch and drop the hammer to smash the poison bottle, and the other half may be so, so the box Half of the cats here may be dead or alive.

"The problem is that the cat is kept in an opaque sealed box. Before opening this box, people will never know whether the cat in the box is dead or alive. Only after opening the box can we determine whether the cat is dead or not. , Or live.

"So before opening the box, what kind of state is the cat in the box? Quantum theory holds that if we do not open the box for observation, we will never know whether the cat is alive or dead, and it will always be half-dead. Superimposed state. In other words, the cat in the box is both dead and alive.

"This statement obviously violates logical thinking, but it has extraordinary significance in the field of physics..."

"Wow, this is really long knowledge, I feel like taking a physics class." Dong Yao's sweet and pleasant voice said beside him.

Old members: "..."

"What does that have to do with the so-called world in painting we are now in?" Deng Lin asked.

"The name of this painting is "Schrödinger's Cat", and the room we are in now is like a sealed box." Zhu Haowen glanced at him lightly.

Deng Lin was stunned and reacted for a while, as if he finally realized something, his face turned pale.

"So what do you mean is that now we may be dead or alive?" The long-haired girl reacted very quickly, and her face was also pale.

"That being said, if we can't find the painter's signature, all of us will die, and if we find the signature when one person is not dead, all of us may go out alive." Wei Dong said.

"So, what are you waiting for? Let's find it quickly!" The girl with the shawl said in a panic.

"We have to sort out the existing clues first..."

Before Shao Ling's "Chu" character could be spoken, I heard Qi Muhuan smiling and saying next to him: "Is it related to the dice icon below if God does not roll the dice mentioned above? Click it to see what happens!"

While talking, he stretched out his hand and clicked on the dice icon.

He was too close to this wall, and his movements were too sudden. Everyone had no time to react and stop. The icon of the dice had been hit by him and began to spin at high speed.

"——Fuck!" Ke Xun Weidong and Luo Wei yelled out together, never expecting that this person is so two, and his hands are so owed. Now it is too late to stop them, so they have to stand next to their companions quickly, and wait in an array What will happen next.