Yokohama Survival Guide

Chapter 109 Final Chapter - Prologue

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Daust woke up very slowly, so slow that Nakahara Nakaya boarded the secret flight, so slow that they arrived in Yokohama together, so slow that the other party had to temporarily put him in the lounge to report first.

But when he woke up, the timing was just right. He happened to miss the guards, left Hong Kong without attracting anyone's attention, and wandered alone on the streets of Yokohama.

He knew it now, everything he should and shouldn't know.

This is the story of a man named Daust.Daust's destiny is not to find Shichaka at all. His only job is actually very simple: it is to know nothing.

All his confusion, all his darkness, all his struggles—all in vain, his job in a meaning-giving world was to find meaning in meaninglessness.The purpose of that experiment was actually fundamentally distorted. He was originally born to connect meaning and meaninglessness.

Happy is Dawster who knows nothing.

The Daust who was once complete, the Daust who was once divided into two, they all suffer from smattering of knowledge.

But now, Dawster, who knew all the puzzles and only one piece was missing, began to feel suffocated.

However, his phone rang a monotonous and boring reminder, it was a text message.

The sender is Edogawa Ranpo, the message is very simple, only one sentence:

[You can look at the room next door. 】

Daust stopped in his tracks, thoughtfully, and dialed the number.

After three beeps, Mr. Detective's unique voice sounded: "Dost, I have no more suggestions. For the truth, you can go to the next door and have a look. But if... If you choose to give up, Detective Agency You are still welcome to join.”

"Thank you very much, Mr. Ranpo. But I have no other choice." The silver-haired man looked up at the cloudless sky, his heart was so calm that there was no disturbance in his heart, "The commission fee will also be paid for me, you have already completed it My entrustment is worthy of being the world's No.1 detective."

"Even I can't tell what Shichaka is?" On the other end of the phone, Edogawa Ranpo was slightly dissatisfied, "My reasoning is that she is your supernatural power. But no one creates human beings for their supernatural powers." Proof of survival, even for Dr. Sen."

"You're partially correct. From a reasoning point of view, it's perfect enough." Daust chuckled, and after finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

He didn't expect Mr. Ranpo to be able to do this.

But even so, the last piece of the puzzle still needs to be opened to release Pandora's box.

Nanika House next door.

That's where the box is.

But rather than going home immediately to explore the next door, Daust now wants to go for a walk alone.

It's funny how the messages that once made Dawster flock to seem to lose their magic.

Now he wanted to take a closer look at this city, which he had never observed seriously.

However, isn't the secret of the world more attractive than exploring the unknown of the city?

The man chuckled. He took one last look at the bustling street and the new Kemesa robot wandering the streets and alleys, and resolutely set foot on the Shinkansen.In the crowd, the figure of the tall silver-haired man was so lonely and out of place.

This time, without the guidance of Orihara Rinya, he went alone to the infinite city that he had been to once.

The tall buildings still look dark.

It has not changed in any way due to the arrival of Daust. It is a place of fantasy technology in name, but from the outside, it is just an ordinary abandoned building + slum.

Looking up at the mottled outer wall of Infinite City, the silver-haired man walked in without hesitation.

He didn't even intend to investigate, he knew that Mark Beth would definitely come to the door--because in this place where dreams and reality intersect, the key of chaos is always the worst visitor.

"What a bastard you are, Mr. Durst."

While Daust happily admired the cracks on the wall, the silver-haired boy came out of the shadows without a sound.

Standing behind the tall man, the anger and helplessness on his face are fully exposed no matter how repressed he is.

"Am I an asshole? Then what about you, what about you? All insiders have the same position, Mr. Mark Bess," Dost turned around with a chuckle, his long silver hair was like rippling moonlight, "When you stare at When you are in the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you."

"This is a special Infinite City, and you are a special Daust," Mark Beth saluted with a smile. At the same time, the environment around him changed rapidly. The freshly baked snacks were already placed on the round table for the two of them, and the black tea in the bone china cup next to it was also exuding a charming aroma. "Please take a seat, Mr. Durst. I think we have some time to talk."

"What are you talking about? The infinite combination of 0 and 1?" Daust sat obediently on the chair, holding a teacup, his eyes were full of clear curiosity, "Let me ask, knowing the lies of the world and doubting my own existence What does it feel like, Markbeth?"

"Are you kidding me, Mr. Daust." Mark Beth also sat down. He took a bite of the cocoa cookie, raised his eyebrows, and silently put the remaining blueberry cheese on the tray. "Aren't you expressing your own position by citing Nietzsche's famous quote?"

"But I'm a sign of chaos, Mark Bess." Daust shook the cup, allowing the coffee cup to twist and spin, turning into a beautiful chessboard and falling between the two.On this stark black and white chessboard, the golden pieces commit suicide.

Markbeth laughed. He picked up the queen and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing the soft dairy product: "Am I the order in your mind?"

"But at least in the vortex of skepticism, you chose to stop at a certain key point?" Daust looked at the torn white king, and let it melt on the chessboard not so unexpectedly.The few black chess pieces in his hand turned brown while trembling, and soon became new targets of attack.

"Because I enjoy the happiness of a fool, Mr. Dawster. There are too many secrets in this world. Sometimes, ignorance is happiness."

The silver-haired boy spoke frankly.

His purpose has never been to seek the truth, but to pursue happiness.Even this point is set, but in essence, they are different.

Daust sighed.

He seemed terribly disappointed, but with a clear realization that, after all, they were different.Even though Markbeth is a 'virus' launched by the will of the upper strata, this technological derivative also has its own symmetrical aesthetics that are incompatible with him.The more man-made, the easier it is to be contaminated with the attributes of the creator. It is hard to say whether this sense of continuity is intentional or accidental.

From this point of view, Daust is different from Mark Bess, his maker is a native-born resident of this world.What these scientists are after is not a personal ideal, and he himself is only the product of random randomness.Repeating similar compilations can produce Marc Bess, but it is difficult to form Daust by superimposing the same operations.

"Being unique is not a good thing, Mr. Dawster." Markbeth shook his head, and he picked up the last brown knight, whose horns were cut off in half, looking very pitiful. "Look, the poor boy is a good example."

"Then let it continue to exist? Even if you don't interfere, it will spontaneously develop from order to disorder." There is no warmth in the ice blue eyes. At the end of it, the brown color gradually spreads, and the remaining black and white chess pieces begin to Inevitably screaming and fleeing, none of them could resist this irreversible change.

"Why not add time to this transformation?"

"How do you not know that this transformation itself is the product of time?"

"...That's right."

The silver-haired boy raised his hands in surrender, and behind him, the huge screen suddenly dropped.No, it just grew out of there, grotesque and counterintuitive.

A series of timeline developments flashed quickly on the black and white screen, and frame by frame regularly outlined the ascent of human history: from feudal society to the industrial revolution, from the age of cold weapons to the smell of guns.Then, at a certain node, around 1900s to be precise, the frame rate began to freeze.

No, that's not quite an accurate description, this state looks more like the slideshow goes into loop mode at some stage.

Overlapping again and again, it's like the playback system itself is sick.Most of the projected pictures are gradually distorted, some content skips a frame or two from time to time, and some content strobes up and down at the same time.

"Every time travel increases a certain amount of entropy, just like adding coffee to milk, our world begins to change." Saying this, Markbeth regretfully ate the knight, and the biscuit was chewed and crunched The sound is somewhat eerie in the background of silent films.

"It's so boring, is this how your editor interprets the world?"

Dawster sighed, bored.

Obviously Mark Beth is one of the few people in the world who are closest to the upper-level narrators, but his thinking is still at the level of most people.

Is their universe an isolated system?

The moment the existence of the upper narrator is established, this question ceases to be a problem.

"Hey, don't be so humorless, Mr. Dawster."

Markbeth swallowed the biscuit slowly, and the screen behind him suddenly jumped to the scene of the Darmstadt laboratory.

"If we think that all diseases, wars, and death are inevitable in the historical stages of social development, they are the constraints of various opposing two-dimensional variables. However, the means to achieve the goal is indeed due to the increase in entropy brought about by the time travel you mentioned. Change. The more eager to undo these inevitable chaos, the more coffee villains will appear in our world, look, amalgam, three alliances, foundation... The impact of each reset is actually slowly accumulation."

"Then, in a certain reset, a group of geniuses with chaotic brains borrowed the idea of ​​1943 that should not have existed in advance, and tried to use life to resist entropy. If chaos can be embodied as some kind of terrible , grotesque, unperceivable and constantly affecting the existence of the world, so why don't we try to actively create a certain life form, prompting him to exchange information and reduce entropy?"

"That's what I, JJ Dorst, have been given."

Daust looked at the surrounded babies and smiled,

"If it's not an accident, no, it's not an accident. Because life is a nonlinear system, it's too sensitive to initial values."

The supernatural ability is just a mediocre supernatural ability.

It has become a takeover after evolution.

Ability: Ship of Theseus.

Function: The possibility of exchanging information is maximized, and the individual will support the state of constant information change.

The author has something to say:

There was a disagreement between the fronts—everyone picked one, so that part was common.

The next divergence point 233333 will be marked in the content summary.Pay attention, guys, Mr. Hua Hua is not a physics major. My understanding is only from the complex systems involved in this major. PS, there are very few majors involved in this [but limited by my own ability, my understanding is really very shallow].More scientific knowledge still depends on professional books [-]

It is said that Daoist has supernatural powers, and his supernatural powers are "The Ship of Theseus", the Chinese translation of the "S".

According to Wenye's worldview, this essence is the reader, the multidimensional interaction of the fictional multiple characters in the story-this is set from the beginning~~

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