No one knew how much smoke was floating in the room. Anyway, the winding white silk had reached the point that affected the line of sight. The doctor with messy hair in front of him seemed to deliberately bury himself in a place with very low visibility.

So, he had just thrown a piece of cigarette butt into the ashtray made of paper on the table, and lit another one and took a beautiful mouthful.

"If you are just in a hurry to make your lungs rot, I can specially prepare something for you that works quickly," said a girl who is only twelve or thirteen years old, supporting her face.

"Don't bother, my lungs can be repaired by themselves." The doctor muttered, "Don't interrupt, where did I just talk about?"

"The composition of the universe" A woman in a nurse's uniform responded helplessly.

"Oh, by the way, that's it." Ziliang said: "Everything has a framework, and the universe we are in is naturally the same. Gravity allows things to connect with each other and form a whole that surrounds one another; the speed of light limits the maximum speed so that we don't see things that we shouldn't see too far; life defines the time of existence of individuals, so that some things cannot grow into things beyond control."

"Well, it sounds very interesting, similar to the description of the Creator in some 'theological books', and the universe is like a box created by the Creator. In the box, there are various restrictions to ensure the stability of the inside of the box," Hannibal said lightly.

"Oh? Is there such a saying in those theological books? It seems that the authors are not all making up." Ziliang nodded and said, "Indeed, the box is a very appropriate metaphor, but it is not entirely true, because the universe is not a single box, but endless."

“Infinite?”

“Yes, it’s too many to count with numbers.”

"But why do you get so many boxes?" Shirley asked again.

"This is a very complex issue, and it is not the focus of our concern. The current focus is that these boxes are part of the universe, so they all follow an unchanging framework, and the blank parts are filled by the box itself, randomly to the strange and unscrupulous. Each box is a plane. At this moment, our "Eternal Life Coffin Mansion" is in the gap between the boxes!" Ziliang pointed to the empty realm outside the window, and said.

"Okay, I don't want to care about boxes or jars. I just want to know that what we are facing in the next plane is this 'God' who can set the framework of the universe, right?" Quinn shrugged and asked, "That's great. You found us an interesting opponent, so we just need to wait quietly to enter the plane and then be slapped to death by God, right?"

"Of course not." Ziliang responded: "In fact, this 'god' has no way to find me."

"Ah? What does this mean? Didn't you say that it has already targeted you?" Shirley asked again.

"It's different to finding me and finding me. Well, let me give you an example. For example, the universe we are in is an adult, and our existence is just a group of cells wandering in his body. We are wandering around between its hundreds of billions of internal organs. Finally one day, the adult did a blood test and found that our cells were about to escape into its liver, but he had no way of determining which cell in the liver was having a problem."

"...But... haven't we entered the next plane yet? Then we can change planes now to remove the lungs and kidneys. Why do we have to get rid of the liver and fall into the trap?" Hannibal asked in confusion.

"This is not as simple as you said. Don't forget that time is defined by this 'God Lord', so he can easily predict where we are going in advance. No matter how we change it, it is useless, because the 'first' and 'after' in the ordinary sense are simply a boring definition in its eyes."

"Suddenly, we are a little pitiful." Quinn muttered: "Since the 'God' is difficult to find us, why do you look scared? Just hide it carefully."

"The idea is very good, but although it can't find me, it still has a way to kill me."

"Hmm? What's the solution?"

Ziliang took a sip of cigarette: "It is ready to crush the entire liver."

Another silence.

"Doesn't this look at you a little too much? You are just a small cell to him."

"Don't underestimate cells. Mutations in a cell can lead to the collapse of the entire life individual." Shirley corrected.

"Okay, you can communicate with your biology class in the future. I haven't finished it yet." Ziliang interrupted the conversation between the two ladies: "Although the 'Great Universe Consciousness' is ready to crush the entire plane, it cannot really destroy this plane. As I said just now, each plane has a frame, and this frame cannot be destroyed, so the Big Universe Consciousness can only destroy the things inside those frames."

"Inside the framework?"

"Yes, so when we arrive at the next plane, we may face a world of unrecognizable and unreasonableness. This world may be in various forms, terrifying, dangerous, narrow, crazy, or even funny, but one thing will not change, that is, this world will try every means to kill us. Moreover, the consciousness of the universe will also project itself into this plane to find and destroy us."

"Well, it's such a caring treatment. So, what will the projection of the consciousness of the universe be?"

"No one knows, because it can be anything, a person, a rabbit, a pile of stones, a sound, a race, or even whatever you can't imagine." Ziliang said: "But as long as it projects itself into the box, it must also obey the rules in the box, that is, it must be a reasonable thing, so"

"So it can be destroyed." Hannibal took over Ziliang's words.

"Yes, actually, I was going to save my life as my main purpose, but to be honest, the improvement of our plane was a bit beyond imagination, so I wanted to try it out, can I bet a little bigger?" Ziliang said, and his eyes swept over everyone present: "As for my bargaining chips... it's you, so here, I want to ask everyone's ideas."

"Of course I have no objection." Harley Quinn suddenly rushed to answer. She even showed a eager expression: "When I meet with Little Pudding in the future, I can tell him that I once smashed the 'God's head." As she said that, she seemed to be trapped in a wonderful daydream.

"I agree, but I need its projection product to be the source of the virus." This sentence was said by Shirley.

"I agree, too." Hannibal also said: "But I have the conditions. If the projection of the consciousness of the universe is really a rabbit or a person, then its corpse must be cut off."

"Uh." Ziliang was about to say something.

"But you can't cut your heart and your brain." Shirley suddenly turned to Hannibal and said, "My cultivation source requires a certain degree of integrity, and I have to record the response of 'God' to the T virus."

"I'm sorry, I can't promise you." Hannibal said with a slightly raised head, "The heart beats thousands of times, making its flesh the tightest muscle on the body, and the brain's freshness is incomparable to other parts due to its rich nerves and blood supply."

"What are you talking about? That's 'God'. Its death should contribute to science, not to be used to make a pot!"

...

Ziliang looked at the two guys who suddenly started arguing, and the nurse and lady at the door who was immersed in fantasy and had a distorted expression on his face, and suddenly felt a little hurt in his head.

...Does this group of people really understand what they are going to face? Why do they look like they are going to travel? And the old man downstairs doesn't seem to take this seriously at all, and they are even lazy to listen.

He just thought helplessly...

Sudden!

The entire hospital shook violently.
Chapter completed!