144: Chapter 144: Xiaoyu, what are you hiding?

Looking at the series of cold conclusions on the screen, the three of them were dumbfounded, their eyes filled with horror.

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[ Consciousness is suspected to belong to the microscopic space-time! ]

"The supercomputer says..." Li Mo's gaze was dull. "Consciousness... is not in this space-time of ours?"

Professor Guan took a deep breath, pressing down on his racing heart. "What it's saying is—consciousness can ignore physical laws; the luck we see is the result preceding the cause—it is because 91-year-old Xiao Ming lived to the end that 7-year-old Xiao Ming felt palpitations and avoided the car accident!"

Beside him, Professor Ouyang looked completely bewildered. Even though he was a Professor of Quantum Mechanics, he couldn't help but have his breath hitched in fear at this cold conclusion.

He had thought that causal inversion in Quantum Mechanics only occurred in the microscopic world...

But the supercomputer told him—[Not only that, oh, consciousness also exists in the microscopic world, so consciousness can also invert causality!]

"The entire edifice of our world's physics is basically built upon the law of causality; but now the supercomputer is telling us—only for consciousness can causality be inverted."

After a long while, Professor Ouyang said with trembling eyes: "So, Jiang Zhe is correct; it's not some bullshit probability, nor is it some blessing from heaven. It's just that when a person lives to the end, they forcibly stuff the result of [Luck] back to the starting point of our lives!"

"This isn't physics at all!" Professor Ouyang pointed at the supercomputer screen, somewhat broken. "This is the timeline's self-violation!!!"

Outside the door, the people who were originally watching the fun and mocking them saw the conclusions on the three screens through the glass.

Numerous technicians instantly froze, looking at each other, all seeing the shock on each other's faces.

"Causal inversion..." a technician with glasses muttered to himself. "My god, this, first there is the 91-year-old elder, then the luck of 7-year-old Xiao Ming, this fucking... holy shit!"

Another female technician gasped. "If consciousness exists outside of macroscopic space-time, then where does the [I] we feel every day actually exist?"

"Jiang Zhe..." someone else said in disbelief. "The person tutoring his sister in the livestream, it turns out he's not a pseudo-scientist, but actually playing for real?"

At this moment, inside the room, the three of them looked at each other with horror.

No one spoke; there was only the cold sweat seeping from their foreheads, their trembling bodies, and the precursor to the shattering of materialism!

Professor Guan slowly sat back in his chair, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

In his decades-long computer career, he had built countless models and simulated countless systems; he believed in cold data and cold logic, and he believed even more that this world at least had a set of reliable underlying rules.

But now, the supercomputer he helped build was using the coldest data to tell him—consciousness can transcend those rules.

And luck is just a time crime committed by oneself against oneself!

...Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was ten o'clock in the morning in the lecture hall of the Physics Department at Huaqing University.

Professor Ouyang stood on the podium, scanning the hundreds of young faces below.

He hadn't slept all night, shocked by the conclusions, his eyes bloodshot, and he was currently in a state of high excitement.

"Today we won't be covering the textbook." He scanned the crowd. "We're going to talk about an experiment from last night."

He pulled up a screenshot from his phone—masking the key data, leaving only the conclusion part to be projected.

When terms like [Causal Inversion] and [Consciousness Outside Macroscopic Space-Time] appeared on the projection, the classroom first fell into a dead silence, and then exploded like ripples.

"What are you doing? Professor Ouyang, this violates the law of causality!"

"Professor, Quantum Mechanics allows for space-time fuzziness at the microscopic level, and also allows for effects to precede causes, but consciousness in the macroscopic world... isn't that just a product of a series of neuronal electrical discharges? How can it influence the microscopic world?"

"Professor, don't be confused. Whose pseudo-scientific theory is this?"

The students below were all top students of the Physics Department; ordinary students didn't even have the qualifications to attend Professor Ouyang's class. They were all geniuses. Naturally, they couldn't accept this concept once it was brought up.

Professor Ouyang didn't speak. He waited for the commotion to subside slightly before slowly explaining: "You think this violates the law of causality, but in reality, this is a conclusion simulated and run by myself, Professor Guan Jingming, and his top disciple, Li Mo, at our university's supercomputing center."

"We embedded the template of the luckiest person in the world into the computer; the conclusion the computer finally reached was—"

"Consciousness perfectly follows [Quantum Delayed Choice], and the currently visible way in which [Consciousness] changes the order of space-time is... [Near-Death Review], also known as the so-called [Life Review]!"

Speaking of this, the top students below were instantly speechless. The room suddenly became so quiet that a pin drop could be heard, and every face was filled with disbelief.

"And the person who proposed this combined [experiment]..." He paused for a moment and revealed the person, "is precisely the Xiaoyu's brother that you all know to some extent, the very [Brother] who was secretly livestreamed by Xiao Yu."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd below started whispering, and some people's eyes lit up.

"I know him, he is called [Our Big Bro], everyone's [Big Bro]."

"[Big Bro], what about him? Pseudo-scientist?"

"No, the ideas are very pseudo-scientific, but the magical thing is, [Big Bro] can always shatter your cognition; because Big Bro's ideas are unique; they are too advanced, so advanced that people think—he doesn't belong to our year 2025, he's at least from 2050."

"Future world? Holy shit?"

"No, absolutely not, if it was proposed by Big Bro, I won't question it!"

"..." These discussions fermented. Once they heard it was [Xiaoyu's brother], [Big Bro], many people had heard of his deeds. He wasn't very famous nationwide, but in professional circles, he was already explosive!

Below, the students gasped.

Another physics professor stood up from the back row, adjusted his glasses, and prepared to retort, "Ouyang, how can you speak like that about an obscure..."

Before he could finish, Professor Ouyang raised his hand to stop him. "Professor Wu, there's no need to say anything; I know you have quite a reputation in physics, but the supercomputer won't go crazy, it only performs cold calculations. You don't need to question Xiaoyu's brother either; I can't compare to him, and neither can you."

Professor Wu was choked by Professor Ouyang's words and couldn't speak, his face full of disgust. I can't compare to him? I am a senior predecessor in the Physics Department, and you underestimate a senior predecessor like this? Attending your class is giving you face!!!

Professor Ouyang ignored Professor Wu and let his gaze fall on the students.

"And the optimal solution calculated by the supercomputer is: the reality we perceive might just be a projection of a larger structure; and consciousness, especially consciousness during near-death, has the ability to challenge and touch the underlying rules of the world."

"Tonight, Professor Guan and I will go to the seminar room to watch his livestream."

"Those interested can come."

"Of course, Old Wu, you can come too!"

After speaking, Professor Ouyang left the classroom directly; he jogged back to the dormitory building to catch up on sleep. Otherwise, he might not be able to make it to Jiang Zhe's livestream in the evening.

Professor Guan had told him that Jiang Zhe's information was confidential; no matter who asked, he should say he didn't know him, only knowing [Xiaoyu's brother].

...Time flew by. In the evening, Xiao Yu rushed out of the school gate with her bag on her back. On her phone were photos of a villa sent by Wang Shulin, making her heart race—a Chinese-style courtyard, white walls and black tiles, about five hundred square meters, located in the Jingshan Manor in the suburbs of Gusu.

"Xiao Yu, the inheritance left by your parents has been processed and transferred to your brother's name. The remaining money is in your card, 4 million after tax; it's not particularly high-end, but it's not low-end either; a rich area, quiet. The property deed is in the courier locker downstairs at your home."

She couldn't help but grin, fearing she might laugh out the sound of Steel Rain. "Thanks, Brother Wang!" She typed quickly, "I'll treat you to Miaomiaowu after moving!"

"Xiao Yu?" Lin Yue chased after her from behind. "What are you so happy about?"

"No, nothing!" Xiao Yu quickly put away her phone. "I have to get home quickly!"

"Not walking together anymore?"

"No."

...Xiao Yu got off the bus and jogged all the way home, taking out the big red booklet from the courier locker downstairs. The moment the red booklet went into her bag, the series of thoughts in her heart about what her brother would do in the future, and whether his life would be better, instantly vanished.

She had previously been afraid that Jiang Zhe would just stay at home like this, not considering his own future at all. She hadn't expected that with this villa, many messy thoughts would vanish. With this, would her brother lack a wife in the future?

"I'm home!" Xiao Yu turned on the pinhole camera in advance, pushed open the door, and while bending down to change into her bear slippers, she called out habitually.

The fragrance of food hit her face first, the smell of winter melon and pork rib soup, mixed with the freshness of stir-fried vegetables. She took a deep breath, and a smile bloomed on her face unconsciously.

In the living room, Jiang Zhe was walking out of the kitchen holding a soup bowl, wearing that slightly faded black apron. He glanced at Xiao Yu, his steps paused, his eyebrows moved slightly, "In a good mood today?"

He put down the soup, wiped his hands on his apron, and his gaze fell on Xiao Yu's flushed face. "This..." Xiao Yu's beautiful eyes shrank, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly moved her bag behind her back, pretending to be calm as she walked to the glass table: "That... Big Bro, isn't it your birthday tomorrow. I just remembered something—"

While she spoke, she scanned her brother's expression—surprise; and at the same time, she subconsciously went to unzip her bag, wanting to take out the property deed. "Mom and Dad actually left a second inheritance before; the procedures had been delayed, but I recently got someone to handle it, thinking about giving you a surprise tomorrow..."

Halfway through, she suddenly realized that Jiang Zhe's expression was overly calm, seemingly with a hint of interrogation. Her hand on the zipper instantly froze!

Jiang Zhe just stood there quietly, arms crossed, leaning against the dining table, watching Xiao Yu silently. His eyes were too calm, so calm that it made Xiao Yu panic.

Previously, Jiang Zhe had not doubted Xiao Yu; when she said the two million was their parents' inheritance, he was willing to believe it, not wanting to use his brain. After acquiring the "Flash of Inspiration" skill yesterday, Xiao Yu's body and sweat, the scent of her secretions, the breath of her limbs and respiration, and even the direction her eyes glanced, all turned into calculable formulas appearing before him. Cold mathematical, physical, and biological formulas further corroborated Jiang Zhe's view.

Jiang Zhe spoke with a calm face, "Tell Big Bro the truth. Did you touch something you shouldn't have, or did someone force you to do something you shouldn't have?"

Xiao Yu's eyes widened, and she subconsciously took a half-step back: "Huh? What are you saying, Big Bro? I don't understand."

"Xiao Yu." Jiang Zhe narrowed his eyes, his tone unquestionable, the air nearly freezing, "You have never known how to lie since you were a child—tell the truth, what exactly, are you, hiding?"