Christina played for another two hours, and the recent small task came to an end, then she let go of the mouse and sighed, "This is really similar to my world."

Liu Ziru had known that such a result would be, so he comforted him, "Maybe this game was made by people from you. Maybe he couldn't go back because of some situations, but he wanted to tell himself that he had been there, so he chose the way to make games."

Christina thought about it and found that what Liu Ziru said was indeed reasonable, but she did not agree with this truth.

She pondered for a while and said, "What if every game corresponds to a world.

The game where a group of people shot a gun just now is Fallout 4.

Even... the world you are in, the real world you think is not real, but an electronic game that exists in a certain world.

And... Is it really... I can't explain it clearly..."

Liu Ziru wanted to refute, I have truly lived in this world for more than 20 years, and I don’t know if this world is true or false?

However, when he was about to say it, he shut up again.

It is true that I was born and raised in this world, but Christina has also been born and raised in the wasteland world for many years.

For both of them, based on themselves, both sides are real worlds.

If the world where Christina is located is the real world, she is indeed more inclined to believe that this game was made by people from the Wasteland World.

But what if it was really as Christina said, and it was really because of this game that there was a wasteland world?

That world is like a sphere of chaos. It almost does not exist when it is not recognized. However, once it is recognized, it instantly becomes something that people want to recognize.

This enters a classic conspiracy inference.

The entire world and all human beings are meaningless. No one except human beings themselves will care about the survival of human beings.

The reason why humans exist is because of the "collective subconscious".

All literary and artistic works on the earth, whether they are novels, TV, movies, games.

Their existence is to let people on earth see them. Although people all know that this is "fake". However, the power of the collective subconscious can turn these false things into real.

In the starry sky that humans have never touched before, one world after another like literary works has really been born.

Why do humans on Earth do this? What is the use of this Creator-like power?

The answer is very simple, which is to let people from another world create literary and artistic works about the earth, so that people on that planet subconsciously believe in the existence of human beings on earth.

This is a nested structure, humans on Earth, or humans on any planet. Because they are afraid of something, they have created many "compatriots".

Then, through literary works as anchors, we can understand each other, so that we can avoid the arrival of some kind of disaster.

This inference seems to be confirmed by reality.

Just recently, Liu Ziru saw a research by a professor at Princeton University in the United States.

This university professor discovered a strange phenomenon: when many big news is made, people's attention is extremely consistent and have the same "emotion", such as fear and fear, and the distribution of random numbers in the world will change and become no longer random.

For example, in the United States, in 911, random numbers were almost completely no longer random.

In order to verify, the professor asked many people to lock themselves in a room and meditate collectively, and found that the random numbers had obvious offsets.

For example, if you think about "front", the chances of a coin becoming frontal are even higher.

Does this mean that human will can influence many things. When there are enough will and strong enough, it can subvert the entire world?

Even historical materialists have eliminated the gods and Buddhas all over the sky just because of their own subjective will, and created a new era where people can create a better life by relying solely on the hands of the people.

The more Liu Ziru thought about it, the more scared he felt.

This is very similar to the emotions that Christina just felt just now.

The reason why Christina felt fear just now was because she saw a world that was extremely similar to her in the game.

Lower similarity may make people feel friendly. But once it is too similar, it will fall into the uncanny valley like a human face, which looks extremely terrible.

Imagine that one day you download a game. Once you open it, you find that the content of the game is real. You open the computer, download the game, and open the game, and there is another you inside, sitting in front of the computer to download the game...

Liu Ziru suddenly felt that some things must be confirmed with his grandfather.

His grandfather returned to his house in the countryside. He had no mobile phone, only a radio station to send and receive messages, and he had to go home and use the radio station to communicate with his grandfather.

"Let's go home." Liu Ziru said.

Christina looked at Liu Ziru's strange look and nodded.

"You're leaving now? Come again when you have time." Zhao Shanghe blinked at Liu Ziru with a look of you again.

Liu Ziru was full of worries now, and ignored Zhao Shanghe and directly took Christina away with something.

Zhao Shanghe looked at Liu Ziru's hurried figure and muttered, "It's really strange, when did this kid be so anxious?"

Sitting in the car out, the night was already blooming. Looking at the prosperity of the city, Christina couldn't help but wonder when her world could reach such a level.

She tilted her head and looked at Liu Ziru, feeling that her boss seemed a little strange, and she completely lost her calm look when she first saw him.

Now he looks like a child who is unfamiliar with trouble. The contrast between the past and the future makes her feel a little strange.

Liu Ziru's home is still very large in the LC area. It is probably enough to convert cash into a city's petty bourgeoisie to struggle for ten lifetimes or work for a thousand years.

Although land prices are valuable in every inch of land, the things piled up in the house are not valuable things. Even people will believe it when they say that this is a waste purchase station.

When she opened the door and turned on the lights, Christina saw the bottle caps on Liu Ziru's house, lying all over the floor. She was extremely sure that her boss was rich enough to rival the country and was a veritable local tycoon.

Of course, wealth is as good as a country, because even a village can build a country in the wasteland.

Liu Ziru Qing came out of an open space, took two cups of cold white cabbage, handed it to Christina and said, "Drink a glass of water first."

"Grandpa, I have something to ask you, over."

"What's the matter? over."

"Is our world real? over."

"Of course it's real, your head is waxed? over."

"Not broken, but that...over."

"What's wrong? over."

"What are the consequences of taking the people out of the store? I asked the people in the store before, and they had never left the store. Over."

"Who did you take out? Girl? Over."

“Yeah, over.”

"You kid is like your grandpa and me, much better than your soft dad. It's time to tell you a story.

Humans are like a stair administrator. His table is placed at the corner of the entrance of the stairs. He watched the residents push open the iron doors at the entrance and run towards their homes along the stairs.

The task of this stair administrator is also very simple. He is to open his record book every day to record the situation of going down the stairs and going up the stairs today.

He has been doing this job for a lifetime. He seems to have been doing it since he was born. Now he is over fifty years old and still records the residents coming and going in this dilapidated stairwell.

He didn't leave his table at all, and he was full of anticipation and fear of the world outside the stairwell.

Suddenly one day, a young man broke into the stairwell. When he saw the stair administrator, he hurriedly said, "Please help me. I live in 2002, but I forgot to bring the key. It's so late, I can only ask you."

But the stairs administrator chuckled. He looked down on the young man's questions. He said, "Stop kidding, 2002? There is no such thing as 2002 in this building! It is impossible. If you just want to sneak into this building as a resident, please leave quickly."

The young man was stunned. He didn't expect the other party to react like this. He had no idea that although the staircase administrator lived in a narrow space, he was very confident about the situation of the building.

The young man felt that he had been splashed with dirty water for no reason. He asked the stairs administrator, "Okay, why can't you have room 2002?"

The stair administrator sat down slowly, took out his own notebook, and said to the young man, "Look, I have worked here for almost sixty years. I have seen all the people who walked through this staircase. The highest of them lives on the sixth floor.

And I discovered a rule that the most people live on the second and third floors, the fourth floor is less, and there are only a few residents left when they arrive on the fifth floor. When they arrive on the sixth floor, I remember that there was a young man living there.

No, no... The young man from thirty years ago should not be young anymore now.

I used my free time to build a model of this building. You see, it is such a pyramid type. Such a building is most in line with structural science and is very reliable."

The young man looked at the stairs administrator blankly. The stairs administrator thought he was stunned by his own words, but he didn't expect that the young man suddenly burst into laughter.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"I'm not that bad." The young man smiled a little out of breath. "Don't you know that those who are taller on the stairs do not take the stairs, they all take the elevator. This building is sixty-story high."

There is also an elevator manager sitting in the elevator diagonally opposite the entrance of the stairs. He has been working in the elevator all his life, and he is very confident. The second and third floors of this building are not occupied because he has never seen the elevator doors open on the second and third floors.

This is what humans judge to be impossible for things that exceed their own knowledge system. This is like the problem you think.

The people you have met may basically be people below the sixth floor. The people you have occasionally seen from the sixth floor are those from the wasteland.

Therefore, you determine that there are no higher-rise creatures in this world.

But they ignored that they did not need low-level transportation tools such as stairs.

They may rely on the spin of electrons to transmit information, which breaks away from the limitations of the speed of light of electromagnetic waves.

They may use gravity to restrain themselves without emitting visible light.

They may live in higher dimensions where quantum spins are more efficient, just through gravity in perspective of this universe.

Or, dark matter is their projection in this world.

They may also not know the existence of our human beings, a creature that requires time intervals to transmit nerves. This may be incredible to them.

They will think that there is a gap in neural transmission, and it is impossible to give birth to thinking or life.
To be continued...