The Eye of Probability: I Am Watching a High-Dimensional War in the City

At three o'clock in the morning, Su Che was working the night shift at a convenience store, staring at the lavender halo in front of the cashier, which was the probability cloud of customers buying spicy braised beef noodles. The doorbell rang, and a woman in a camel-colored trench coat with wet hair walked in. Without going to the shelf, she took out a coin with a spiral pattern engraved on the edge.