Love, death, and false man

Chapter 49. Time Architecture
"You mentioned multi-layered nested vector direction loops. Although these structures are very sophisticated, with the largest having hundreds of paths, it's still far from enough when scaled up to the entire macrocosm. Now I just want to clarify one question: as you said, what exactly are the intersection platforms of these paths, and what happens when you walk across them?"

The female doctor adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, then took a deep drag of her cigarette, switching from a menthol cigarette to a tobacco cigarette without menthol capsules.

Fang Yan paused for a moment.

"It's a singularity. For example, the people on this path are from the future, and the people on the other path are from 2030. The people from the future shoot the people from 2030, but the future is unlikely to change. The butterfly effect is brought to this intersection platform, and that's where the singularity comes in."

"Hmm... It cleverly avoids the grandfather paradox."

The female doctor suddenly fell into thought for a moment, "Since it's a vector intersection, it means the intersection is complete. Where is this singularity, and how do we enter it? Will everyone be sucked in when the time comes? Or what?"

This question stumped Fang Yan; it was another fatal flaw, and sweat immediately beaded on his forehead.

"Don't worry, it seems I might still be a bit smarter than high school students. Time is moving slowly forward, and we will eventually reach the future, through the [normal path], not in this [time structure]."

The singularity is the real physical existence used to resolve the butterfly effect after causality is reversed, but we bypassed it in the [normal path]. As you said, it is nested in multiple layers, like a quantum superposition state. We are in both the normal path and the path in the [temporal architecture].

If the future can connect to the past, then the past can also directly reach the future; this singularity exists to facilitate the latter.

The female doctor exhaled a long puff of smoke.

How did you do that?

Fang Yan was deeply shocked.

"According to you, to enter the [Time Building], one must drastically alter the course of history until one is drawn into it, and then one can travel directly to the future."

However, the prerequisite is to find the location of this singularity on the [normal path] in order to make the convergence effect greater; otherwise, it might destroy the universe.

Your theory is very interesting. From this perspective, time isn't a separate, independent dimension that can't be interfered with; rather, all events occur simultaneously, within a multi-layered, nested loop—a closed loop that I can't yet comprehend.

"Time...coordinated...combat?"

Fang Yan suddenly realized that one of the reasons why historical timelines are so important is that they can directly reach the future through the anomalies that occur at major historical junctures.
Indeed, this is the core strategic channel, absolutely confidential.

“I don’t quite understand what you mean, but I can tell you don’t understand it either. However, I will continue to study it. This is part of my duty to treat your mental illness. I will let you know about any new developments. You can also come here to find me if you have any questions.”

The female doctor stubbed out her cigarette and prepared to send Fang Yan away.

"Hey awesome lady, can I add you on WeChat so I can contact you more easily?"

Fang Yan was deeply impressed and felt that this female doctor was amazing. He and Xia Bing, as the parties involved, had not been able to figure it out, but she spoke with great clarity and meticulous thinking.

I might discover the fatal flaw in this logic later, but she has already filled it in beforehand.

"Actually, I keep my work and life very separate."

The female doctor politely declined.

"You don't understand! You're in a dangerous situation right now, and I have to protect you. Pay close attention to your surroundings and your area of ​​activity. See if there are any suspicious people or people watching you. If you find any, tell me immediately! And this matter must be kept absolutely secret, okay? Hide all your research data too. Don't tell anyone. Anyone could be an enemy!"

Fang Yan walked to the blinds, peeked at the street through a crack with his finger, and then searched the consultation room again for any listening devices. The female doctor, trying to slack off, had only placed the camera near the door, so for now, it should be fine. The forces numbered 0-1 were too powerful and needed to be guarded against, as was the Old Gods' Church… no… Fang Yan believed even the Salvation Army needed to be guarded against. Every organization was a self-serving interest group with its own interests, without exception.

Seeing Fang Yan become extremely agitated, the female doctor felt that if she could cure Fang Yan, even the Nobel Prize wouldn't be authoritative enough for her.

However, in the spirit of professionalism, it is not appropriate to arbitrarily judge Fang Yan as mentally ill at present. His theory is completely self-consistent under the premise that the gravitational particle accelerator was invented.

"Don't get excited, I'll listen to you. You might be some kind of time agent, carrying out a classified mission. I trust you, I'll keep it completely secret, and I'll also keep an eye out for any suspicious people around me. Scan me."

The female doctor reassured him, saying that if a high school student like this were to go berserk after killing six adult men, none of whom were easy targets, she really wouldn't be able to handle him.

"In short, this is no joke. You might think I'm mentally ill, and of course you can think that way. But please follow these two rules, okay? First, if any suspicious person tells me, and second, keep it a secret from everyone, even blood relatives. You must strictly abide by these rules. Of course, it's not unconditional. I can give you a considerable sum of money every month."

Fang Yan scanned the QR code and added the female doctor on WeChat.

"Money... how much are you going to give me?"

"Ten thousand, what do you think?"

"Please don't. I know you're a desperate criminal with plenty of ways to make money. Don't go back to your old ways, okay? First, it's related to my personal safety; second, it's within my job responsibilities. You can rest assured."

"Thank you so much. I'll have to send you a banner when I have some free time. What should I call you?"

"My surname is Qiao."

Qiao Kexin said this.

Fang Yan immediately added a note. Perhaps academics like to work on abstract things. Just like the lieutenant's informant at Binhai University of Technology who works on optoelectronic communication, Dr. Qiao's profile picture is Patrick Star with a mentally challenged face, and his ID is "Can't Stand It, I'll Punch a Star".

"I don't know what to say, but I should pay your medical expenses."

Fang Yan believes that giving money will make things more efficient.

"The government has already paid for it for you. Remember to come next week."

Qiao Kexin waved him away, lit a cigarette and started smoking. "Don't bother me while I'm watching TV. Anyway, this is the medical condition of a public hospital. They only offer psychological counseling once a week. If you have money, go to a drug rehabilitation center in the mountains."

"Row."

Fang Yan wasn't oblivious to the situation. After leaving the community psychiatrist's office, he made his next plans.

Tomorrow is the last day of my vacation, so I'll do some serious Soulfire intensity training.

The surveillance footage revealed that Xiao Long had been acting strangely lately, so we need to keep a close eye on him, since we see each other in his office every day.

Construction will officially begin the day after tomorrow. We aim to kill the ultimate despairing mother by the end of this year, and at least make No. 6 Middle School our territory.

(End of this chapter)