Chapter 177

Lu Ziming did not consider whether colorful fish and colorful fruits were poisonous. He had to try whether they were poisonous or not. He chose the former without hesitation. In fact, there is no need to choose. If you don't eat, you will starve to death. If you eat, you will have a chance to survive. There is not a saying: it's better to live than to die.

Colorful fish tastes delicious and colorful fruit tastes strange. It seems that each color represents a taste: sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, which coincides with the joys and sorrows of life.

Having food means he won't die, at least not now. As for the future, he hasn't thought clearly. He can basically judge that this is a huge maze. He hasn't figured out how to trap himself in the maze for the moment.

Having solved the problem of eating, he now has time to think about his current dilemma and think about ways out of the maze.

If, just a guess, if this is really a maze, there must be a right way to go out. First of all, you need to find out what trapped you here. As for the purpose of trapping yourself, it is no longer important. You must find out whether your perception has deviated or whether there are invisible mechanisms in the maze. Otherwise, you will not get out of the maze until you die.

After a period of rest, he decided to try the stupidest way and sprinkle some marks on his way, so that he could see what was wrong with his way.

Lu Ziming reached out and left a branch from the tree. There were many red leaves on it. Sprinkled on the green grass, it could just mark the direction.

When he was about to leave, the remaining light from the corner of his eyes swept over the deep pool, and his body suddenly stopped. The next second, he seemed to see a ghost. He was stunned there, with a huge mouth open and couldn't say a word.

After a brief shock as like as two peas, he suddenly turned to the big tree or the big tree. The difference was that the fruit picked up from the tree yesterday had a similar fruit, and there was not a single more. It was as if he had never picked it.

"Is there a ghost? Or are you dreaming?" yesterday, I fished seven fish out of the deep pool, but now there are seven fish in the deep pool, no more than one. And the garbage and soot left on the ground yesterday are gone. It seems that they have never appeared. Everything is exactly the same as when they first came.

Lu Ziming pinched himself fiercely. It was obvious that he was not dreaming. Was he dreaming yesterday. "No!" he quickly opened his backpack. It should contain the colorful fish he hadn't eaten yesterday. He was going to keep it as rations on the road. If there were no colorful fish in his backpack, it showed that he was really dreaming yesterday.

When he opened his backpack, he was stupid again. The unfinished colorful fish lay quietly in his backpack, as if laughing at his IQ wantonly.

This is no longer the scope that normal people can understand. How can the things they have done appear again? Is this not a maze, but... He dare not think about it, because in that case, he may not want to leave here all his life.

But I can't do it if I don't want to. I know I'm trapped here. Can I go out if I don't want to?

"What the hell is this place? It's strange everywhere. Is there a ghost around him?" he suddenly turned around. There was nothing behind him. He turned around again, or there was nothing. He raised his head and looked at the purple sky. No matter how he observed, there was nothing around him.

"Dream! Hell, heaven or maze", he was not sure of his inference.

Obviously, no one answered the questions in his heart. He was the only one here. He was like an animal in a cage. He didn't know where he was.

Thinking of the animals in the cage, he suddenly thought of whether he would be in a closed Mobius belt. If so, it would be easy to understand that he can't go out.

He clearly remembered that once in physics class, the teacher demonstrated Mobius tape in the classroom. After twisting a piece of paper 180 degrees, the two ends were bonded together to make a paper tape ring, which has the nature of magic. Ordinary paper tape has two sides (i.e. bilateral curved surfaces), one front and one back. The two sides can be painted in different colors; Such a paper tape has only one surface (i.e. one-sided surface), and a bug can climb over the whole surface without crossing its edge. This paper tape is called "Mobius tape". (that is, it has only one surface).

Mobius belt belongs to the concept of two-dimensional space. It exists in three-dimensional space, but it does not hinder thinking with two-dimensional concept. If this assumption holds, no matter how you go, you can't go out of the Mobius belt because you're walking in circles.

If the two-dimensional Mobius belt is extended to the three-dimensional height, a three-dimensional closed Klein bottle appears. The Klein bottle is an undirected two-dimensional compact manifold, while the spherical surface or tire surface is an orientable two-dimensional compact manifold. If you look at the Klein bottle, it seems confusing - the bottleneck of the Klein bottle and the bottle body intersect. In other words, some points on the bottleneck and some points on the bottle wall occupy the same position in three-dimensional space.

In real life, the most common is the Penrose ladder, which once appeared in the lucid dream in the film inception. Arthur shows Ariadne the strange ladder, and Arthur goes around the staircase behind the mercenary, which is an infinite circle of stairs.

Because of the errors caused by misviewing and viewing angle, these are difficult to appear in real life, but they do exist. It is very simple to realize the two-dimensional Mobius belt in three-dimensional space, which has already existed in life, such as the belt in power machinery and the color belt used in printers. Many use this principle.

Something must have trapped him here. He is like the poor bug brought by Mobius. He climbs tirelessly from one side to the other in a closed circle, infinite reciprocating and infinite circulation, like a mouse in a flywheel. He doesn't know whether the flying wheel is turning or the mouse is running.

The more he thought, the more frightened he became, as if he had become the insect or the mouse in the flywheel. Would there be a creature outside the purple sky above his head, observing himself with a magnifying glass, just like the mouse in the human observation laboratory.

Fear and powerlessness filled Lu Ziming's brain. It was like being strangled by an invisible hand, which made him gasp. When he had no experimental value, he would be removed from the world like garbage.