All Worlds Madhouse

No one knew how much smoke was floating in the room. Anyway, the lingering white threads had reached the point where it affected the vision. The doctor with messy hair in front of him seemed to be deliberately burying himself in a place with low visibility.

So, he just threw a cigarette butt into the ashtray made of paper on the table, lit another one, and took a nice puff.

"If you are just anxious to let your lungs rot, I can specially prepare something for you that will be effective quickly." A little girl who was only twelve or thirteen years old said with a straight face.

"Don't worry, my lungs can repair themselves." The doctor muttered: "Don't interrupt, where did I talk just now?"

"The composition of the universe." A woman with strange makeup and a nurse's uniform responded helplessly.

"Oh, yes, that's it." Ziliang said: "Everything has a framework, and the universe we live in is naturally the same. Gravity allows things to be involved with each other and form a whole surrounding each other; the speed of light is limited It provides the maximum speed so that we don’t run too far and see things we shouldn’t see; life defines the existence time of an individual to prevent something from growing out of control.”

"Well, it does sound interesting. It is similar to the description of the Creator in some 'theological books'. The universe is like a box created by the Creator. In the box, there are various restrictions to ensure that the box Internal stability," Hannibal said calmly.

"Oh? Is there such a statement in those theological books? It seems that the authors are not all making it up." Ziliang nodded and said: "Indeed, the box is a very appropriate metaphor, but That’s not entirely true, because the universe is not a single box, but an infinite number of them.”

"Endless?"

"Yes, too many to count."

"But why do you have so many boxes?" Shirley asked again.

"This is a very complex problem, and it is not the focus of our concern. The point now is that these boxes are all part of the universe, so they all follow an unchanging framework, and those blank parts are made up of boxes. You can fill it up at will, with all kinds of weirdness and unscrupulousness, and each of these boxes is a plane. At this moment, our 'eternal coffin' is in the gap between the boxes!" Ziliang pointed out the window. The empty virtual world said.

"Well, I actually don't want to worry about boxes or jars. I just want to know that what we face in the next plane is the 'god' who can set the framework of the universe, right?" Quinn shrugged and asked. Said: "That's great. You found us an interesting opponent, so now we just have to wait quietly to enter the plane, and then be slapped to death by God, right?"

"Of course not." Ziliang responded: "In fact, this 'god' has no way of finding me."

"Ah? What does this mean? Didn't you say that it has already targeted you?" Shirley asked again.

"Focusing on me and finding me are two different things. Well, let me give you an example. For example, the universe we live in is an adult, and our existence is just a group of cells wandering in his body. We are in it. Hundreds of billions of internal organs were flowing everywhere. Finally one day, this adult did a blood test and found that our cells were about to escape into its liver, but he had no way of confirming that it was the liver. There is something wrong with one of the cells."

"...But...haven't we not entered the next plane yet? Then we can change the plane now and remove the lungs and kidneys. Why do we have to go to the liver and surrender?" Hannibal wondered. asked.

"This is not as simple as you said. Don't forget, time is defined by this 'Lord God'. Therefore, he can easily predict where we will go in advance. No matter how we change it, there will be no change. It’s used because in its eyes, ‘first’ and ‘last’ in the ordinary sense are simply boring definitions.”

"Suddenly, I feel that we are a little pitiful." Quinn muttered: "Then since it is difficult for the 'god' to find us, why are you looking so scared? Just hide it carefully."

"It's a good idea, but although it can't find me, it still has a way to kill me."

"Huh? What can I do?"

Ziliang took a puff of cigarette: "It's going to crush the whole liver."

There was another moment of silence.

"Isn't this a little too high of a view on you? You are just a small cell to him."

"Don't underestimate cells. A mutation in one cell can cause the collapse of the entire life entity." Shirley corrected.

"Okay, you can discuss your biology class later. I haven't finished talking yet." Ziliang interrupted the conversation between the two ladies: "Although the 'Great Universe Consciousness' is ready to crush the entire plane, it has not yet finished." The way to really destroy this plane is, as I said just now, each plane has a frame, and this frame cannot be destroyed. Therefore, the consciousness of the universe can only destroy things within those frames. "

"Within the frame?"

"Yes, so when we get to the next plane, we may face an unrecognizable and unreasonable world. This world may be in various forms, scary, dangerous, narrow, crazy, or even funny. , but one thing will not change, that is, this world will try every means to kill us. Moreover, the consciousness of the universe will also project itself into this plane to find and destroy us."

"Well, it's such a considerate treatment. So, what will be the projection of the consciousness of the universe?"

"No one knows, because it can be anything, a person, a rabbit, a pile of stones, a voice, a race, or even anything you can't think of." Ziliang said: "But it only needs to be After projecting itself into the box, it must also abide by the rules in the box. In other words, it must be a reasonable existence, so."

"So it can be eliminated." Hannibal took over Ziliang's words.

"Yes, in fact, originally, I was planning to keep my life as my main goal, but to be honest, the improvement in our last plane is a bit beyond imagination, so I wanted to try to see if I could bet a little bigger." Ziliang said, looking at everyone present: "As for my bargaining chip...it's you, so here, I want to ask for your thoughts."

"Of course I have no objection." Harley Quinn suddenly answered. She even put on an expression of eagerness to try: "When I meet Little Pudding in the future, I can tell him that I once smashed the skull of 'God'." As she said this, she seemed to have fallen into a wonderful day. In a dream.

"I agree, but I need its projection product to be the culture source of the virus." This was what Shirley said.

"I agree." Hannibal also said: "But I have a condition. If the projection of the consciousness of the universe is really a rabbit or a person, then I have to cut off a piece of its body."

"Uh." Ziliang just wanted to say something out loud.

"But you can't cut the heart and brain." Shirley suddenly turned to Hannibal and said: "My culture source needs a certain integrity, and I have to record the reaction of the 'god' to the T virus."

"I'm sorry, I can't promise you." Hannibal raised his head slightly and said: "The heart beats thousands of times, making its flesh become the tightest muscle in the body, and the brain is rich due to Its nerve and blood supply, its freshness and tenderness are unmatched by other parts."

"What are you talking about? That's a 'god'. Its death should contribute to science, not be used to cause trouble!"

…

Ziliang looked at the two guys who suddenly started arguing, as well as the nurse at the door who was immersed in lust and had a twisted expression on her face, and suddenly felt a little pain in her head.

...Do these people really understand what they are going to face? Why do you look like you are going on a trip? And the old man downstairs didn't seem to take this seriously at all and didn't even bother to listen.

He just thought helplessly...

Sudden!

The whole hospital shook violently.

Then, it was pitch black...