Escape from Utopia

"So what you're saying is that this world is fake." "I have caught memory thieves, time traffickers, and reality fraudsters. You are the first to say that the world is fake with a top." "What is this? Performance art?" Zhouzilu, who was sitting opposite the policeman, shook his head. "No, this is a 'law'. If it keeps spinning, it means there is something wrong with the underlying physical logic of this world." "Okay, are you done asking? I'm in a hurry." "Rush to heaven?" "Rush to verify a conjecture." He paused, "My last world was where three me appeared, and the last world was my own deep dream." The policeman stopped writing and suppressed a smile. "You bully others too much. I have tolerated you for a long time and you have been laughing at me." "Mr. Zhouzilu, we are professionally trained and we will never laugh no matter how funny it is." "Unless you can't help it..."