Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 265 Colorful World

"First of all, outside the big pit, we can't detect the area. Guess what's outside?"

Sister A thought for a while, then guessed: "... Paradox?"

Cai Pixiu also said at the same time: "Paint?"

Zhen Cheng snapped his fingers: "That's right, a paradox that can turn living things and all man-made objects into paint, just like the darkness that descends upon our world when it perishes.

You can imagine that there is no form or quality, no energy fluctuations, and abnormal forces that are equally undetectable by technological means and transcendents come... Suppose a civilized world like our hometown.

What do you think will happen? "

The scene was quiet.Five or six seconds later, a candidate swallowed and said weakly, "Chaos and panic?"

Zhen Cheng shook his head: "As far as our personal experience is concerned, I'm afraid that will never happen. Because no one can notice, so for most people, everything happens in the blink of an eye.

The first to lose contact is probably the space station and all satellites in space orbit, if there are such things in this world.People would lose so much means of communication that conspiracy theories abound without a convincing answer at all.

But this won't affect most people's lives too seriously, and it will only drive curious scientists, some astronomers and politicians crazy.

From the astronomical observation equipment on the earth, they will find that those disappeared artificial celestial bodies have turned into groups of hard substances that have lost their shape, which are the stuff formed by the condensation of artificial celestial bodies turned into pigments in low-temperature space.

If you're lucky and get the right angle, you can even see their colors reflected from the stars.

Of course, I don't understand the unique properties of this paradox, and maybe they can still maintain a soft liquid state in space.This has little to do with our archaeological tracing.

Politicians chose to conceal this, and perhaps made up all kinds of excuses for the loss of the signal, and did not even give ordinary people living in the city a chance to be confused and panic.

They want to figure out what happened before the disaster strikes, and even solve the problem, but they have never seen the horror of the Paradox, and they can't do anything.

If there are some indigenous world gods in this world, they may be aware of the dimension or prophecy that they can see the truth, and then spread the real horror and prophecy of annihilation through believers.

It's a pity that their personalities can't cope with the paradox of the scale of destruction, and these truths have not attracted attention.Because of the abnormal situation, there are too many weird hypotheses.People in power would rather believe the theories put forward by scientists.

Generally speaking, this is not a problem, but at this time, the science that needs to be repeatedly verified by practice is doomed to be too late to reach a conclusion.The whole world is dying in ignorance..."

"Wait," Cai Pixiu interrupted, scratching her corner with a confused look on her face, "Is your guess too taken for granted?

What if the world is already in the age of interstellar colonization?What if they were still in ancient times?Aren't these inferences all just your imagination?
If it's just this level, we can't get credits. "

"No, this is my speculation, not a conjecture, of course there is evidence to prove it," Zhen Cheng smiled confidently:

"First of all, I saw dead wood on the edge of the big pit. Although the tree was soaked in the paint and died, it didn't turn into paint like the machine you threw out, did it?

If no counterexample can be found, we think we can assume that the paradox principle turns only humans and artifacts into paint.In fact, this can explain a lot of problems.

Under this premise, you must have seen the huge wave of paint sent to the pit like a tsunami.Let me ask, what kind of human beings or artificial objects can produce such a huge volume? "

"It can only be the city?" Ms. A thought about it and answered.

"Exactly." Zhen Cheng turned his gaze back to Cai Pixiu: "And if it is in a more developed era, or if there is a prosperous magic civilization here, then the people of this world will be more fully prepared.

If the Starfleet, which is light-years away, encounters Paradox first, they will even have time to arrange a plan to escape from the parent star.

Even if there is really a huge paradox that includes the entire universe and there is no way to escape, these people should have died in outer space, not on the ground. "

Cai Pixiu thought about it, agreed, and Zhen Cheng continued to tell the story: "The doomsday must have come very quickly, and it probably won't take longer than a week at the longest.

The first thing that went wrong was the airliner flying in the stratosphere. However, their loss of contact with the control tower did not arouse the vigilance of ordinary people. The disaster was only ten kilometers away.

Some people near the airport are relatively unlucky. They may have been shot to death by dozens of tons of paint from the sky before they were transformed into Paradox paint.

Panic spread around the airport, but didn't have time to spread too far, because most of the communication equipment was already malfunctioning by this time.

Walking in the city, people will see the tallest buildings melting and dripping like burning candles.Immediately afterwards, there was a chain reaction of exposure to pigments, and the city became a sea of ​​colors.

Of course, even if time is tight, this civilization will not be unprepared.For example, where we are now.

Although they don't know whether it was due to religious reasons or the terrain, they chose a strange triangular structure, but the place we just came down is undoubtedly an air-raid shelter built for escape.

In order to avoid the incomprehensible doomsday disaster that fell from the sky, these people even built the exits underground and filled them with thick soil.

In fact they may indeed have found a way of escape from this paradox.But they failed to escape the claws of the same kind.

Those who were left on the ground to die, after all, found the only way out of being hidden.They used explosives, or I'm more inclined to think that the Transcendent punched out the big hole we had at the beginning.

Those digging tools at the bottom of the pit should be stored in the reserved space at the exit by the people who hid in the refuge. After a period of time or when the disaster subsides, they can dig a passage from the inside to the outside.

But in fact, since the paint can still be seen after entering the shelter, it shows that the defense line has actually failed, so I think the boxes we saw, the sign on the top, and the screw-bolt vertical concrete gate may not be real what exists.

In other words, they are likely to be the products of Lamarckian games that are limited or backtracked according to rules such as no dead end and must have hints.

This may even have indirectly contributed to the huge wave of paint we suffered afterward.The change of the rules of the world has caused the paradox to be restless. Otherwise, why would the paradox, which had already destroyed the world, wake up again after our arrival? "

(End of this chapter)