If you want to escape, you must first figure out what dimensions this damn place is, how big this space is, and... whether he can move in a higher dimension.

If you can only move in three-dimensional space, then the probability of finding an exit is almost zero.

Zhang Yuan tried hard to reach his finger to the fourth dimension.

A miracle happened, and he succeeded!

With a slight obstacle, my fingers penetrated the closed spacesuit, drilled out of the fourth dimension, and entered a void. This feeling was strange, as if the whole picture was torn apart. It was impossible to do without a high-dimensional perspective.

The fingers quickly developed a cold, swelling feeling, but did not completely disintegrate.

"Very good." Zhang Yuan was delighted and shrank his finger back.

Second, if the space is large, even as large as the solar system, relying on the point jet device of the space suit, the probability of finding the exit is still zero.

Zhang Yuan rested for a few minutes, gathered his spirit and carefully observed the distance.

Soon, because of the huge amount of information, my mind began to heat up.

This place seems to be full of mirrors, with countless images of itself!

He seemed to be surrounded by a mirror!

When he turned his eyes straight ahead, he actually saw the soles of his feet, not just once, but seven times, eight times, nine times... as if countless times!

This huge amount of information almost made Zhang Yuan's head collapse again.

"There is no space in the traditional sense at all. The whole world is just myself and this space suit!"

A lot of sweat oozed out of his forehead, and Zhang Yuan tried hard to calm himself down.

He deeply experienced the pain of high-dimensional life.

"Maybe it's not painful for high-dimensional life, it's just that I can't adapt to the perception of low-dimensional people like me."

Zhang Yuan did not dare to move around. He had been twisted into a ball. Maybe he could penetrate his fingers from another dimension into his heart with a random movement.

In such a place, if such an accident occurs, it is almost impossible for the gods to save them.

The flashlight in the spacesuit was still on, so he moved back and forth, adjusting the angle bit by bit, and testing it again and again.

First consider the simplest four-dimensional space.

If the three-dimensional space is distorted to form a four-dimensional Klein bottle, there is no doubt that a beam of light can indeed hit its back when it is emitted from the front.

But soon, Zhang Yuan discovered that it was not such a simple situation...

It is impossible for him to use the trajectory of light to estimate the curvature in space. Without air in space, it is impossible to produce the so-called Tindal benefits, so he cannot see the complete light path.

Even if he sees the light path, he will probably think that this beam of light is a real straight line due to the limitations of his own perspective.

Unless he jumps to a higher level dimension for a global observation, he will find that the movement trajectory of light is distorted.

Soon, Zhang Yuan thought of some other solutions... He could speculate on what was going on with this damn space by observing himself and the various strange distortions in the space suit. In addition, the scenes he saw were some bright and some dim, which should also be related to the trajectory of photon movement.

Imagine a high-dimensional space that is definitely a brain-burning thing, because it goes far beyond Zhang Yuan's daily experience. This omniscient and omnipotent vertigo is transmitted every few seconds.

"Is the heart beating?"

"That...is the stomach?"

"What... is that? It's not the apple I ate today, right?"

I don’t know why, all the original structures can still be used, that is, the high-level world is actually compatible with the low-dimensional world.

The various organs of the human body are too complex, with various irregular figures that make Zhang Yuan dazzled and even developed a desire to vomit.

He quickly turned his attention to his spacesuit.

His familiarity with spacesuits was much higher than his body, and he soon discovered some parts with regular structural rules.

Cubes, and various gears!

Using mathematics, we can judge the specific dimensions of this space.

In a three-dimensional space, there are only 5 types of regular polyhedrons, regular tetrahedrons, regular hexahedrons, regular octahedrons, regular dodecahedrons and regular icosahedrons, and there is no more.

In the dimension of four-dimensional space, 6 types of regular polyhedrons can be constructed, one of which is the "supercube", which is a regular polyhedron in four-dimensional space surrounded by 8 cell cavity cubes, just like a cube surrounded by 6 squares.

In the five-dimensional world, only 3 types of regular polyhedrons can be assembled...

In each different dimension, three-dimensional geometry will exhibit different properties.

After an hour of observation and calculation, he came to a final conclusion.

Not a four-dimensional space.

It turned out to be...nine-dimensional space?!

Zhang Yuan didn't know if he had calculated it wrong. When he came to this conclusion, he felt that he was about to suffocate.

From a certain perspective, all matter is still three-dimensional, and the other six dimensions are very small, so they can only be observed very reluctantly. It is these six additional dimensions that twisted it into what it is today.

To give an example that is not very vivid, he is like a two-dimensional life embedded in paper. The paper looks just a plane, but in fact it is three-dimensional, but its thickness is very small.

Promoting a piece of paper to nine dimensions and promoting the second dimension to the third dimension is his current situation...

The perspective of nine dimensions is so novel, no wonder all kinds of information are as huge as a flood.

"Why is this happening? Is this world itself nine dimensions? Add time to ten dimensions?"

Ten-dimensional space reminded Zhang Yuan of some inferences in physics.

I moved my body again, as if the whole ball had bounced, and I felt thoughtful, "It seems that there is still gravity in this place... But I am in a void again and did not fall in the direction of gravity... What force has dragged me down?"

“It’s so weird.”

At this moment, the vigorous curiosity had already covered up the original fear.

Anyway, no matter what, he will continue to explore whether he is dead or alive in the end...

Even if he knew that it was a nine-dimensional space, it was obviously not enough, and he still couldn't help Zhang Yuan escape from this place. He still had to know what was going on in this strange space and where was that damn warping point!

This is really too difficult. Even the path of light itself has been distorted, and Zhang Yuan could not get any prompts at all.

"Wait a minute, why am I twisted into a ball? Is it related to the properties of the space itself?"

Zhang Yuan frowned and was thinking randomly.

Gradually, a famous space came to my mind.

Karabi-Quao Space?!

The space that exists in this theory is smaller than that of protons, and can be linked to inexplicable connections between string theory.

In this space, there is no straight line, and every place is constantly bent, and you can touch your back and soles with your hands.
Chapter completed!