Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 326: Mild awakening

326 Mild awakening

When I was very young, I was very sensitive to the word "Jiang". No matter how long the article, as long as a paragraph or a certain phrase contains the word "Jiang", I always think Identify this part of the content, and then keep it in mind. Whether this "Jiang" is a vocabulary of a certain language or a concept, I can quickly learn it.

This kind of memory centered on "Jiang" is fast and profound. To this day, I remember everything involving "Jiang" very clearly.

Because of this, when Shise students mentioned a special gene in my body called "Jiang", I almost believed it without hesitation. If the concept of "Jiang" is not imprinted in my genes, how can I explain this sensitivity to "Jiang"?

Of course, I don't understand why this special factor is called "Jiang" instead of other names.

Omi’s name also has the word "Jiang", I am a little confused, is she herself attracting me, or her name attracting me?

But one thing is certain is that this woman named Omi makes me feel kind. It's not just her appearance and temperament, or the word "Jiang" in her name, or she claims to be on the Internet. "Stein", but she itself makes me feel familiar.

Although the name Omi is a bit strange, when I first saw Omi standing on the podium, before she introduced herself, a strong emotion came from her chest. I think her appearance and voice are very familiar. We may have known each other before, maybe we met by chance, we may have said hello, the memory of this aspect is very vague, but I am sure this is not a sense of sight.

Whether this déjà vu feeling is derived from real memory or from a sense of sight, I can still tell it clearly. The familiarity produced by the existing sense of sight makes people feel empty and illusory, but the familiarity of Omi is extremely real.

This sense of familiarity is like an instinct coming from deep in the body, as if every cell is leaping and resonating. To make an accurate analogy, it would be like finding the same kind of feeling.

I focused on observing Omi standing on the stage. Although the audience was chaotic, she didn't have the slightest expression of impatience. Her gaze began to patrol from the first row, and whenever she patrolled, she quickly quieted down. Omi’s eyes possess the sensibility, calmness and penetrating power of a highly talented student in the science or medicine department when doing experiments. This is undoubtedly a very bad experience for everyone in the audience, and those who are watching will definitely feel that Lay yourself on the cold research platform.

"What's the matter. I'm leaving." A girl suddenly yelled. She pushed her boyfriend away resentfully, and while leaving her seat, she said, "You said this is a seminar, but now it's a blind date. Huh? When I’m so old, what time do I need to travel! It’s a hobby and it’s enough for me! You spend all your money on this kind of thing, and you still dream of marrying a rich girl with a research mad personality. Are you an idiot?"

After speaking, the girl ran to the door of the classroom without waiting for her boyfriend to reply. She was just about to open the door and go out, but she stretched out a hand to hold the doorknob down. When she saw that the person stopping her was Omi who was still on the podium before, she couldn't help but stunned.

"You, what are you going to do?" The girl questioned Shang Omi's eyes somewhat courageously.

"Hmm..." Omi looked at the girl from head to toe, and when the other's body was shaking slightly, he helped her open the door, "Well, you are not the one I was looking for, so you can go all the way. "

The girl seemed to have received a pardon, and went out in a panic, still muttering in her mouth: "It's really inexplicable."

Although I was sitting at the back door, I still heard her courageous grumbles. In fact, I also find it a bit baffling. I thought that Omi would have a dispute with this girl before, but the result was only to confirm whether the other party was the person I was looking for. Those who want to watch the excitement in the classroom can't help but sigh.

The girl's boyfriend was a little at a loss because of this. He seemed to want to chase him out, but he didn't fully stand up yet, and sat back in his position again, with a hesitant and embarrassed expression on his face. Many people are pointing at him, especially when a few girls gather together and make a low laugh, but they can still hear him clearly.

"What's so funny?" Omi asked the girls suddenly: "I lose more things in pursuit of the truth, spend a lot of money and energy to satisfy my hobbies, and daydream in order to get close to my dreams. Isn't this something that everyone has experienced? Have you never done this kind of "idiot" thing, never found fun in this kind of "idiot" thing?"

Omi’s interrogation made several girls chatter, unable to speak the whole thing. If other strangers said that to them, they would have rallied to fight back, but Omi's eyes were very pure and her words were very straightforward. On the contrary, it made people think that what she said was something that was taken for granted.

The boy who was dumped on the spot by his girlfriend showed gratitude towards Omi, but Omi unexpectedly said to him unceremoniously: "I've been doing the'idiot' thing in the eyes of his girlfriend all day. I also asked for it to drop."

The boy was immediately flushed with the words, and he insisted, "Aren’t you also studying time travel? Isn’t the actual purpose of your seminar to find a man? This is your own mouth. Acknowledged, there is a bad excuse for success by finding the destined person."

Omi smiled disdainfully, grabbed the boy by the collar, and pulled him up. There was a tumult in the classroom suddenly, and no one thought that a girl with pale skin and frail skin would have such a great strength. It was precisely because the boy who was grabbed by the collar was forced to stand up, his forehead was still at the same level as Omi when he squeezed his feet, so everyone realized that Omi's height was actually higher than visually.

The boy grabbed Omi's hand and tried to pull her away, but even if he held his strength, the hand still didn't move.

"The difference between me and you is—" Omi said, with his arms squeezed, the boys' feet were off the ground in full view, "I am a girl, and you are a boy. So there are things I can do it, but you can't do it unless you admit that you are a woman. Hey, idiot, are you a woman?"

Stealing laughter came from the surroundings. In the funny sight of the crowd watching the clown, the boy's flushed face turned pale again. After Omi gently put him back on the ground, the boy glared at the bystander with shame, and then fled the classroom with his head in the back of the opponent's gaze.

"Excuse me." At this moment someone raised his hand high, "You said that you used the world line theory to create a time machine. Is this true?"

"It hasn't been built yet, but the funds for the first phase have been raised. The existing theory has undergone many simulation experiments, and the results show that the possibility of physical development has been reached." I am very happy. It seems that she is full of confidence in her research. "Of course, it cannot be said that it can be a test machine 100%, so even if it can improve even a one-thousandth of a percentage point, I am here to ask for an assistant. In order to prove me His attitude is not a joke, and to ensure the continuity of the research, I will sign a marriage contract with him as soon as possible."

"I am a follower of'Stein' on the Internet. There are rumors that you can't raise funds, so I stopped activities online." Another young man with glasses asked: "You can prove that you did raise funds. To the fund and provide proof that you are'Stein'?"

"I can't provide it." Omi replied readily. This unconcealed attitude was shown by her. On the contrary, she appeared to be frank and sincere, so that no one went into this aspect any more.

"If, I mean if..." Another foreign woman with good looks and good dressing asked: "You and your future assistant invested all the funds in research, but did not get the desired result. How do you plan to maintain your life in the future? Besides, no one will buy failed products."

"I believe that both me and future assistants and husbands have the ability to sustain their lives under the worst possible outcome. If not, how can I be eligible to participate in this inter-generational research? How can you be called an elite?" Omi replied.

Some of the attendees sitting on the tables and chairs had a commotion. From the words of these people, it can be seen that their confidence in themselves is not as strong as Omi on the stage. But this is normal. How many students can be confident or arrogant enough to think that they are the kind of elite Omi described? Some of them even have just passed the passing line in math, physics and chemistry scores, and they are not even pure science students. They are far away from "researching space-time theory".

For most of the attendees, time does not belong to science and technology, but science fiction. It is just one of their "hobbies", and it is not worthwhile to devote the rest of their lives to this without seeing the future and output. And the illusion of results.

Gradually, the discussion in the classroom stopped. Someone started to turn around boringly, drink water~IndoMTL.com~ and then casually talked about sci-fi works with others. This time, the atmosphere of the "Time Travel Feasibility Seminar" finally came into being. The initiator of Omi’s seminar seems to have been ignored. After all, everyone realizes that the reason she initiated this seminar is only under the guise of the name, in fact, to find the "assistant and husband" who will help her succeed. . The men who participated in the seminar were either uninterested or lacking confidence, believing that they did not meet the requirements at all, and would not jump into this dire quagmire.

This situation is both realistic and inevitable. Although the people of Omi are beautiful and temperamental, they seem to have the means and funds, but these can't be the jobs of the future. Having such a "crazy scientist" on the stall might be really bad for eight lifetimes.

Omi seemed to have anticipated this situation a long time ago, and ignored everyone's ignorance, still observing everyone on his own. Several girls who were interested in making friends tried to talk to her, including the foreign woman who asked her question earlier, but except for foreign women, all were defeated by Omi's sharp and straightforward way of speaking. They can hardly communicate on popular things. When they talk about science fiction hobbies, the topic will gradually be pulled by Omi to the deeper theoretical knowledge behind the science fiction, and then it will be a cold field that cannot be interfaced.

Omi and "fans" do not have a common language. This is probably what they think, so they stay away.

The foreign woman was almost just listening during the exchanges between the two sides. I think she is not interested in Omi’s research, but Omi herself. It wasn't until only me and Omi were left that foreign women said, "Where have we met? I always feel familiar with you."

Omi seemed to be taken aback for a while, and then affirmed: "No, this is the first time we met. May I ask, what is your name?"

"My name is Marceau." The foreign woman said. You can’t tell from the name of any country, but her complexion is a dark color that is described as "chocolate" and has a silky smoothness, so she is also very eye-catching among women.

Marceau, this name is deeply imprinted in my mind. When she reported her name, my emotions began to fluctuate involuntarily. The sense of familiarity that followed is no stranger. I know that this Miss Marceau is another person who has some kind of connection with me.

Since inheriting the magic pattern of the "Gaochuan" in the dream of the spiral staircase, I have deeply remembered all the things that made me resonate, sense, visualize, and deja vu. Although I was always distressed by these feelings at the beginning, I now begin to understand that even if these people pass by me in a hurry, they will never become strangers. There will inevitably be an intersection between us, and this will continue each other's stories.

As a idiom, there is cause and effect between us.

Everyone present began to squeeze into different circles, and the topic gradually extended from time science fiction to more fields. For people who often deal with science fiction, people who have the same interests as themselves are probably no better There are more friends playing video games together, and the opportunity to exchange ideas face-to-face with fellow likes is precious. It’s not that no one invited me to participate in their topics, but I’m not interested in the topics they talked about, and my preference for science fiction is not as active and in-depth as they are, so I just found a reason to decline, I guess they also found this. Kind of perfunctory, so no one will bother me soon.

I was able to hide in the corner and play with my phone. It may seem lonely and deserted to others, but I really enjoy the seclusion in the bustle and continue to observe the progress of Marceau and Omi from a calm onlooker perspective. .

"Well, Marceau, it's nice to meet you. It's not too late for us to meet, is it?" Omi smiled straightforwardly and said, "You have been listening to us just now, why don't you talk to them? Let’s talk more? I actually wish I could say a few more words with them, but unfortunately they seem to be bored."

"It's not like that...Actually, I am not interested in science fiction, and I am also not sensitive to technology." Marceau's words surprised Omi.

"Then why are you attending this seminar?" Omi asked.

"I work in a psychological counseling agency. I am an amateur psychology researcher. I heard that Ms. Mayne was holding a paper presentation here, so I followed. Do you know Ms. Mayne? It's here. The author of the paper at the paper presentation before the seminar.” The information Marceau revealed made me interesting.

"In other words, just stay and take a look, right?" Omi said clearly.

"Well, I planned to leave, but when I saw the name of this seminar below, I thought it was the least serious event of the day, so I just came in and took a look." Marceau also laughed, although there was something in the words Negative vocabulary, but it doesn’t make people feel offensive, “I didn’t expect it to be such an activity. It’s really exciting. Although I’m not optimistic about your research, your answer makes me feel your confidence and perseverance. I like to be like You are optimistic but not blind to a certain goal like this, even if this goal is somewhat..." She thought for a while, and described it as "vague", "Although it is a vague goal, I decided to provide you with some Financial sponsorship. Well, not a lot. After all, I am also a working class."

Omi didn't seem to expect that she would receive a kind sponsorship in this place. She asked with some uncertainty: "As you said before, my research is very risky. Are you sure you want to sponsor?"

"Not everyone sponsors others for profit, or how did you get your first installment of funds?" Marceau laughed.

Omi did not continue to talk about the origin of her first research funding, but thanked Marceau with a silent smile and sincere attitude. Then the two exchanged contact information and said goodbye to each other.

In their view, this meeting may be just an accident in their lives. But now I feel that this must be a certainty, just as I would meet Hakkei, Sakiya, Morino, and Shirai, as well as Father Xi Sen, Shishi-kun, and Ms. Mayne. There is a deep connection between these people. Even without the predictions of the Eight Views, I believe that I will meet this Miss Marceau again, and perhaps she has been involved in the gray mist incident at that time.

I have realized that the familiar people I encountered are all related to the mystery from the power of the gray mist. Whether I want it or not, whether it is the eight sceneries, the color, or the Omi and Marceau who appeared in this seminar, the fate of these people is almost unchangeable.

Since the world line theory can explain my sense of sight and familiarity, of course it can also explain their fate. No matter which world line they are on, no matter what choices these people make, they get a seemingly different life experience, but these world lines will eventually shrink to the same end. Since the end point is the same ~IndoMTL.com~, then the seemingly different lives will always produce similar interlacing, prompting people to make the same choice, and the intersection between people in turn prompts the direction of the world line to be consistent.

Choice and fate affect each other, so that the rate of change of each world line is kept within a stable value, so people's future, the future of the world, will hardly have a decisive deviation.

I want to protect the people I love, or let them stay in a relatively safe environment, or let them have the ability to protect themselves. However, under the doomsday truth teaching, where is it safe? In the face of the prophecies that the end of the world will come, what is the point of protecting one's power?

Therefore, there is only one way to protect everyone-to drastically change the rate of change of the world line, and eventually make a certain world line deviate and avoid a desperate future.

To do this, you must have a time machine, which is also called the "Gate of Destiny" by the color students. Seek opportunities through the jump of the world line, and interfere with the rate of change by changing the choices of others.

As the classmate Shise said, everything is the choice of the stone gate of destiny.

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