On the seventh day to the end, Chen Yuan's takeout box began to ooze bloody quicksand.
He rode an electric bike through the midnight city, and the insulated box in the back seat contained a "special order" sent to the funeral home——
A box of Buddha jumping over the wall undergoing nuclear fission.
Neon twisted into Klein bottles in the heavy rain, and a woman in a blood-red wedding dress flashed in the rearview mirror.
The embroidery on that wedding dress was the unproven zero point of the Riemann Hypothesis, and the hem of the dress was an undercurrent of memories of the entire city.
When the order arrived, lying in the ice coffin was the sister who disappeared seven years ago.
The bronze sundial on her neck was turning upside down, and Chen Yuan's spine screamed as if the gears were stuck——
They share the same shattering hourglass of space and time.
At the **Ziwumen** auction, "Chen Yuan Specimens" from the Republic of China period were placed on the stand.
Quantum notches burned four-dimensional coordinates on the retina, and Su Yan, wearing a dark green cheongsam, raised Gödel's dagger:
"Are you going to use love to repair time and space, or let hatred tear apart the dimensional membrane?"
At a bloody intersection on a rainy night, pedestrians from different timelines penetrate each other.
Chen Yuan grasped the time particles transformed by his sister, and two endings were suspended in front of him:
Become a time skeleton that anchors the three-dimensional universe, or allow four-dimensional creatures to swallow up all the proof of love.
**When the countdown reached zero**, he saw himself in the twenty-second century staring at all this from outside the Klein bottle.
Behind that blood-stained Ele. Me work uniform floated the final survival probability formula of the entire civilization.
