Latent Syndrome

Chapter 500 499. General Relativity

The sound was very short, it just exploded like thunder for a moment, and then disappeared in an instant.

Because the speed is too fast.

Not even a shadow was seen, just a sudden gust of wind and sand that covered the sky and the sun.

Selene choked and coughed.

Anonymous was extremely sure that it was a motorcycle, and without a moment's hesitation, he immediately chased after it.

Ten seconds later.

A man wearing a black turban and a pilot's black studded leather jacket was driving a motorcycle leisurely when he was suddenly startled by someone who was intercepting him.

Because the speed is so fast, most motorcyclists here are often unable to see the surrounding scene. Since this boundless wasteland has no obstacles, everywhere is the Iron Triangle of Scorching Sun Wasteland, Wind and Sand. They are all the same, even if they cannot see. It doesn't matter.

It's too late to brake at this time. Although this is not a physical world, the spirit also has inertia. It's like jumping up suddenly after seeing a hot beauty and unable to cleanse the six roots instantly. Although this metaphor is not very appropriate, it is roughly the same. .

But headscarf men no longer have to worry about this problem.

Anonymous took out the Chaos Knife and slashed the motorcycle to pieces. Then the turbaned man who fell out uncontrollably was grabbed by the neck and lifted into the air.

"who are you?"

Nameless Doe asked questions coldly, and Selene also rushed over. Although she did not agree with Nameless Doe's approach, although this kind of communication was more effective at first, there were hidden dangers. The other party might conceal or deceive out of resentment.

Because the desert of thought is the product of downtime.

It is the purest lawless zone in the entire deep world.

Wanling City is more disciplined than here.

"I am your long-lost biological son!"

The man in the turban threw his head loudly and shed tears, as if he were mourning his heir.

The shock was like a thunderbolt, and I didn’t know how to complain for a moment. It was simply shameless and shameless to attend the memorial service. It was so fucking shameless that I cried.

Nameless was also shocked, and let go of his hand and put down the turbaned man.

The man in the turban immediately knelt down, bowed to the ground, and saluted. The motorcycle was traveling so fast, but it was intercepted by someone premeditated.

The motorcycles here are all processed by souls.

Because they have been trapped in the wilderness for too long, everyone here is a master of transportation tool manufacturing. Even the most rubbish person can directly work as a technical consultant for a large company outside.

"Forehead……"

"who are you……"

"How did the car get here?"

Anonymous asked.

The man in the turban is no ambiguity either.

"Father must be here for the first time."

"This is a desert of ideas."

"There's no way to get out."

"It's only in but not out, so there isn't any portal."

"But before eternity ago, there was a great sage and sage who unfortunately fell into this place. He took part in creation, meditated for thousands of years, and came up with the general theory of relativity."

The turbaned man immediately began to ramble.

"God damn general relativity."

Anonymous was simply speechless and speechless as he flew on the plane and went to heaven speechless. In addition, he felt that this theory was strangely familiar. Although he had never heard it before, it was very familiar to him.

Selene is also a little speechless, and she is also an academic leader in the deep world of psychopathy.

Someone once proposed the theory of infinite imbeciles.

The principle is.

Let an imbecile type a typewriter casually, and it is possible to type out an entire library, which is enough to produce all the professional theoretical books needed for an advanced civilization. It can also be any literary work or philosophical theory.

Books can be regarded as a combination of text information. These books as a finite set are included in the infinite set of combinations of text information.

The probability that a finite set appears in an infinite set is not zero.

That's the general idea.

Let an imbecile sit at a typewriter and type out eternity.

Can also be.

The supreme power that creates all things.

Selene explained to Anonymous.

"God's infinite fucking imbecile theory!"

Even Anonymous was completely dumbfounded, which meant that an imbecile could understand the infinite imbecile theory, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Anyway, villains don't understand these things."

"I only know."

"Time does not exist, only speed, and that is crucial."

"And the fastest speed is the speed of thought."

"This is eternal and unchangeable. This speed will not change no matter what the circumstances, regardless of the source of the idea and the observer."

"As long as you break through the speed of thought."

"That's why we broke through at the same time."

"Conceptual forms of nature, spirit, logic."

"Breaking through the shackles of three."

"From all eternity."

"In order to escape from here, everyone, including me, is trying to go faster than infinite speed."

"It's the only way out of the wasteland."

"So each of us is constantly collecting new people here to process them into motorcycles or use them as fuel."

The man in the turban said.

Both Nameless Doe and Selene felt a little shocked. Even in the deep realm with infinite possibilities, this plane was too wild and hard-core.

Selene asked.

"etc!"

"Those who can come here...are conscious souls."

"How is it processed into motorcycles and fuel?"

Selene asked, at least there was no such technology elsewhere.

The man in the turban only answered that it was due to the current situation, practice makes perfect, and those who survive wandering in the wasteland will have mechanical masters per capita.

Immediately afterwards.

In order to make it easier for the two of them to understand, the man in the turban took out another motorcycle from his portable space and showed the internal structure to the two of them.

He opened the fuel tank of the two-wheeled motorcycle. After lifting the lid, there were rows of spiral saw teeth inside. As long as the turbaned man turned on the accelerator, these saw teeth would spin crazily.

As long as a person is poured into it, it will be directly ground into fuel to provide power for the locomotive.

He also took out a crying slave from the portable space, threw it in without saying a word, turned on the accelerator, and was crushed into fuel amidst the extremely sad howling.

"You can leave now."

The man in the turban said with a cheerful smile.

Selene frowned, this was novel enough.

"Hold."

Anonymous lit a cigarette and smoked it. He only cared about whether he could leave here. Hearing this man say that there is no portal, should he also buy a motorcycle to play infinite racing?

"Has anyone ever done it? I mean speed exceeding...the spirit of the universe or something like that."

Anonymous asked.

The hooded man paused for a moment.

"of course not."

He answered matter-of-factly.

Anonymous wants to kill people.

He was stopped by Selene.

"I understand the general situation."

"But just wandering around in the wilderness, there is no destination or anything like that?"

"Or maybe the people who have been trapped here for a long time haven't set up... some kind of camp?"

Selene believed that this was just his one-sided statement. Apart from this almost mental patient approach, there might be other ways to leave.

"Of course I have somewhere to go."

"Getting ready to join a motorcycle gang."