Reckless man of entertainment who started from a novel

Chapter 345 "Prisoner for a Day" Huaxia Science Fiction Gemini! [4k, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a full order! 】

In the morning, the sun rises.

The breakfast shops on both sides of the street were extremely crowded, the road was full of traffic, and the drivers in the traffic jam were honking their horns impatiently.

Baozi squeezed out from the crowd, holding four steaming big meat buns that he just bought.

This is an ordinary day, and Baozi is also an ordinary person.

ordinary scores,

ordinary two,

Ordinary graduation breakup,

Ordinary company employees.

Working overtime in [-] is a common occurrence, and there are three eager hearts living in a small shared room of more than [-] square meters.

He tried hard to be decent,

he lived hard,

He tried his best to use his work to maintain a little connection with the big city!
The morning sun was one of the few brilliance he had ever seen.

Because of the night, he had to step into the subway station in the dark and wait for a few trains before he could go home.

It is his dream to be able to ride the driver's horn on the road and ride the private car.

But as the traffic lights changed, the dream sailed far away, and he could only use his feet to catch up.

"call out……"

He bought the plaid shirt at a discount during an event in the mall, but the hem of the clothes was stained by the sewage splashed by the vehicles on the side of the road.

"Grass, it's amazing to drive, you can't look at the road!"

Baozi raised his eyebrows, cursing loudly at the passing vehicle, holding a briefcase in his left hand, with the only half of a bun in his mouth, and searching all his pockets with his right hand.

"I knew I would bring a bag of toilet paper when I went out."

Annoyed inwardly, he looked around and found a newspaper stand, walked up to him, and said to the old man who was placing newspaper goods:
"Boss, do you have toilet paper here?"

"Yes, I have."

The unshaven old man straightened up and said with a smile, "Buy one or two?"

"One piece will do."

"Okay, I'll go in and get it for you, wait a minute."

Taking advantage of the time when the old man entered the newsstand, he scanned the magazines on the booth in front of him.

【Lin Yi】

【reader】

【Zhiyin Manke】

【Science Fiction World】

……

and many more!

Science fiction world?

He was slightly taken aback, staring at Science Fiction World Magazine, the cover theme of this issue is Science Fiction Gemini.

Li Xiang's cartoon portrait and Zhong Shurong's cartoon portrait occupy the left and right sides of the cover.

""Prisoner for a Day"? "The Wandering Earth"?"

In Baozi's ordinary life, the only unusual hobby may be his love of science fiction.

He joined the sci-fi club at university, and published a piece of tofu in an unknown sci-fi magazine, which is one of his few prides.

Zhong Shurong...he knew him.

A genius in the Chinese science fiction world.

He admired Zhong Shurong's "Kiss of the Black Hole".

Li Xiang is also a frequent visitor to Weibo. Baozi is not his fan, but just likes his novels.

With Wei Wei's dazed effort, the pile of Science Fiction World magazines piled up was reduced as visible to the naked eye.

"Boy, toilet paper." The boss greeted.

"Eh."

Baozi took the toilet paper, picked up a book of Science Fiction World, and asked:

"How much is the boss?"

"Twelve, there are Zhong Shurong and Li Xiang in this issue, the two stories are absolutely wonderful."

Baozi looked distressed, Twelve was his meal money, and this month's salary hadn't been paid yet, so now he treats one penny as two flowers...

It is indeed a bit embarrassing.

"Grandpa, is there a science fiction world magazine?"

Outside the newsstand, the rain gradually picked up.

Wearing long rain boots and holding a small umbrella, Lu Ziye led Xiaotong to the newsstand.

"Science Fiction World, grandpa didn't buy too much in today's issue, and this is the only book left in this uncle's hand..."

The old man was a little embarrassed. He asked for the goods according to the usual sales volume. God knows that the goods that could be sold for a day were sold out this morning.

"Young man, look, you..."

"I bought it."

Before the old man finished speaking, Baozi took out his mobile phone and completed the payment.

"It's raining heavily, and I have an umbrella here. It costs ten yuan a piece."

"No need."

Baozi shook his head, lifted the briefcase on his head, bowed his body, put the Science Fiction World magazine on his chest with his right hand, and ran towards the subway station 300 meters away.

"Oh, bad luck, this one didn't buy it either..."

Lu Ziye sighed.

Xiaotong comforted: "It's okay, let's go to the newsstand next to the school and have a look. There will always be."

"Well, let's go."

The two held a small umbrella and entered the rain curtain.

Seeing that it was raining heavily, the old man moved the stall inside.

This is just an ordinary morning, an ordinary corner of life.

Everything is so normal...

On the subway, Baozi sat on his seat, panting.

He hurried and finally caught up with this subway, and he was lucky. After a few stops, the passenger next to him got off and asked him to grab a seat.

"Sci-Fi Gemini?"

Baozi took out the toilet paper and casually wiped the rainwater from his forehead and neck.

He looked a little excited. This kind of excitement was completely different from the excitement when he received his salary and when he came home from get off work.

Outside of life, he found a dream for himself.

Although he still runs with both feet, he seems to be one step closer to his dream.

He quickly opened the sci-fi magazine, followed the catalog and opened Zhong Shurong's "One Day Prisoner" first.

[Mr. B is dead.It was less than 24 hours after he moved into the building. 】

【…】

[There is no doubt that Mr. B wrote this to me specially, and he managed to hide it from the two men in black.

I locked the door from the inside and went back to the bedroom to read the writing on the wall excitedly.

Here is one of the creepiest stories ever written:
I write this because I have a presentiment that I am going to die.

I've always wanted to tell people what happened to me, but I didn't dare.

Now, I use this method to tell you that the world is not as simple as you think.

Writing on the wall because—

1. They will take away everything that can move at the end, leaving only walls;

2. It takes such primitive, simple and unreliable methods to fool them.You're smart enough to understand the hints I'm giving you.

When I die no one can see my grave, let me mourn myself—

B, aged 65, died of prolonged loneliness and exhaustion of vitality.

He was a sinner, and yet a poor victim.

I have been imprisoned in this place, at this moment, for ten years. 】

In the subway, the sound is noisy, people are crowded, people push people, even in this small space, many people try their best to turn on their mobile phones and accept fragmented entertainment.

On the left side of Baozi, sat a young man in his twenties. He was dressed in keeping with the trend, wearing earphones, playing music, and immersed himself in his own world.

And on his right, sat a programmer in his 40s.

The reason why Baozi dared to conclude that he was a programmer was nothing more than his thinning hair and the same plaid shirt.The dark circles under his eyes are extremely conspicuous, and he is seizing every minute and every second, resting and taking a nap to cope with the upcoming high-intensity work.

Baozi, he felt icy cold all over his body. This kind of coldness was not the cold touch brought by the wet clothes clinging to his body, but a sense of powerlessness welling up from the depths of his heart.

""Prisoner for a Day"...so that's how it is."

Baozi shrank his neck and continued to look down.

【ten years.

This is how the nightmare began. I committed a crime, a mortal sin, because of a common human weakness.

In my world, in a world that you have not seen and cannot imagine, I know what punishment I will receive.

The judge said: "You are sentenced to one day of life imprisonment: you will live on the same day forever in your lifetime - the day we randomly chose for you, August 2008, 8, and all your life activities are limited to these 18 hours within, until the end of the life nature has given you.

As a kind of humanitarian preferential treatment, you can serve your sentence in a bustling city, but during your sentence, you cannot mention you and your punishment to anyone around you, otherwise, we will transfer you to a closed Spent his sentence in solitude in a small space. "

do you understand?

friend!

It's an endless nightmare!

It is said that I was one of the first sinners to be imprisoned by time.

They still can't understand the full connotation of this technology, we are considered experimental...]

"The next stop is Chenguang Building. Passengers who transfer to Line 10 should prepare in advance."

The subway broadcast woke him up from the world of "A Day in Prisoner". He listened to the broadcast and watched the crowd move as the subway arrived.

For some reason, there was a wry smile on the corner of Baozi's mouth.

What is the difference between them and themselves?
What is the difference between myself and Mr. B?
Mr. B is like ten years a day.

As for myself, ten years have been like a day.

This city full of steel and concrete,

This city that many people regard as a dream,

Are they not prisoners parasitic in the matrix of the city?

step out of the platform,

The wind stopped and the rain stopped.

He was detained by life and taken to his cell.

"Baozi, have you finished the PPT next Wednesday?"

"not yet……"

"Why are you so procrastinating? Finish it for me this morning, and Mr. Liu will ask for it this afternoon."

Bao Ziqiang smiled and said, "Okay, supervisor, don't worry, I'll do it now."

Science Fiction World Magazine.

Editorial department.

The editors, who had just started work, were unusually busy.

"That's right, it's out of stock now, and I've asked the printing factory to print it!"

"What? Want three hundred sets? It's out of stock, it can't be transferred, and it's out of stock in the whole country!"

Everyone was excited. The best monthly sales volume of Science Fiction World Magazine was only 40 copies, and this was not even a single day's sales.

Liu Chengshu knew how big the confrontation between Zhong Shurong and Li Xiang was. He had also read these two novels and knew how wonderful they were, so he contacted the printing factory the day before, and printed 30 copies on the first day.

Unexpectedly, one morning, sales outlets in major cities called, either wanting to add more goods, or begging to transfer goods.

In a word - the science fiction world is selling like crazy!

Now most of the online readers have just purchased the magazine, and there are not many comments. If it is a few hours later, perhaps the entire Internet will be covered with discussions on the two novels of Li Xiang and Zhong Shurong.

As a sci-fi book reviewer, Liu Chengshu can bear the grand occasion of the sci-fi world?
At ten o'clock in the morning, he published his interpretation of Zhong Shurong's novel "One Day Prisoner" on the official Weibo of Science Fiction World.

Everyone flocked here. Readers and sci-fi fans in the field of science fiction are naturally very familiar with Liu Chengshu's name. It is really rare for him to interpret an article!
[Liu Chengshu: Analyzing "A Day in Prison" with the Thinking of Quantum Mechanics

Quantum mechanics believes that a particle, before you observe it, is in a superposition state with no definite position; when you observe it, it immediately becomes the only state.

From Mr. B's point of view, the world will reset every time it reaches 0 o'clock, except for him. He has passed 10 years, and the cycle is on this day.

From the perspective of the world, the time is only August 8th. On this day, more than 18 Mr. Bs exist at the same time, and each Mr. B has his own activity path, from 3000:0 to 23:59, Of course, one of them, Mr. B, died within 24 hours.

These many Mr. B exist in a superposition state.

Not only Mr. B, but also everything around, such as street lamps, taxis, and even plants and trees. Every air molecule exists in a superposition state.

When the observer "I" appears in this world, the information in the superposition state will suddenly become unique.

I see young Mr. B going out in a suit at this moment, so I have to give up other possibilities, such as Mr. B not going out, the old Mr. B going out, Mr. B going out in casual clothes, or even going out naked , a single observer can only observe a single outcome at a single moment.

Of course, from Mr. B's point of view, I only keep the most recent memory.

Once Mr. B is out of my sight, out of my observation, he becomes superposition again, so I can observe one Mr. B going out and another Mr. B going out, but never see two Mr. B at the same time In front of me.

In fact, for Mr. B, the me he sees every day is also a possibility among countless superposition states. The evidence is that I "once suddenly asked him if he found what he lost." Note that it was once, not I ask every day, which means that there are me who know what he lost, and there are me who don't.

Mr. B has the ability to read files, allowing him to see many versions of me.

So we make inferences about the ending.

First of all, Mr. B once saw me at nearly 24:8, and I said to him, "It's twelve o'clock, you have lived here for almost a whole day. Today is August 18th", this sentence reveals the time And the location, that is to say, if I wait in the building at 12 o'clock, I will definitely be able to see him alive.

But what should I say when I see him?

Since I know the plot now, can't I revise the script and tell him that you are actually dead?

Of course, but don’t forget what I said above, when I don’t observe, everything is in a superposition state, including the wall where Mr. B writes, and I’m talking to Mr. B here. The words are in an uncertain state. When I look back at the wall, every word I say will definitely be regarded as a real existence, replacing the original content.

Just like quantum entanglement, there is no cause or effect here. The plot and the script are synchronized at the same time. When one changes, the other changes accordingly. Even my memory changes at the same time. No matter what I say, what I say For a split second, I feel like everything is going with the flow, without question, and without hindsight to find any flaws.

It's an amazing moment when you know you have the power to change history, but when that moment in history arrives, you don't realize you're changing it.

So, what do you do when the choice is yours?This is exactly the space Zhong Shurong left for our imagination. 】

[Liu Chengshu: I have to admit that Zhong Shurong once again surprised us. This "One Day Prisoner" is no less than the black hole kiss written by Zhong Shurong before. Let us congratulate Zhong Shurong, he is worthy of the name of genius. 】

(End of this chapter)