Global Weirdness: I Used Cold Knowledge to Get Out of the Dungeon

Something strange has happened, and seven billion people around the world have been sucked into the dungeon. There is only one rule: make it out alive. In the hospital morgue, the bodies would sit up at three in the morning and be counted. On the last subway train at midnight, the stop announced is always a station name that does not exist. Final exams in abandoned schools, those who turn in blank papers will be given detention - left in their desks. No negotiation, no deal-making, no "just don't mess with it." Weird looks at humans as humans look at ants. All players are breaking down, screaming, and kneeling down to beg for mercy. Only Lu Chen was looking through the corpse's medical records. "The aortic arch is four centimeters from the heart, not three centimeters. The internal organs of this corpse are backwards." "The school clock is a quartz clock, and the second hand cannot move counterclockwise. This classroom is not within the rules of real physics." "The subway track is 1435 mm standard gauge, and the gauge of this tunnel is 1520. Soviet standard. This is not a domestic subway." He doesn't believe in fate, he doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and he doesn't believe in any of the rules in the ghost story. He only believed in falsifiable knowledge, only in logic, and only in his own heart that beats fifty-two times per minute, ten times slower than ordinary people. Someone asked him: Aren't you afraid? Lu Chen glanced at the smiling weirdo in the corner and said expressionlessly: "I'm afraid it's the stress response of adrenaline, so I secrete less." "And-" "The smiling face is painted on it. The real weirdness is on the ceiling."