This Game Is Too Realistic Chapter 97.1

Chapter 97: The Morphogenetic Field

 

The answer was obviously hidden in the room in front of Chu Guang.

 

Without hesitation, Chu Guang unlocked the door with his own authority.

 

Unlike the other rooms in Zone B, this room had not been cleaned. Personal belongings were placed on the open folding table, and the bed next to it was unfolded.

 

It was worth noting that there was a blue coat and trousers on the floor of the room positioned with the sleeves and trouser legs spread out, like a man lying on his stomach.

 

On the right sleeve's cuff was a “retro style” revolver.

 

It was like…

 

Recovering a crime scene?

 

However, the most critical component—the corpse—was gone, so it looked a little funny.

 

“… Is this also the bad taste of the first administrator?” Chu Guang subconsciously looked at the wall on the left side of the room, but did not see the bullet hole there.

 

Then, he stepped forward and picked up the revolver. After he checked the gun, he found that there were only 5 bullets.

 

“There are no blood stains, no bullet holes, and no bullet casings… Only the weapon and clothes are left.” 

 

When Chu Guang walked to the table, he noticed a diary and a pen.

 

There was a button on the pen tip.

 

Chu Guang pressed it curiously. To his surprise, a recording started to play from the pen.

 

“… (white noise)…”

 

“Is there anything else you want to explain?”

 

“No, nothing else.”

 

'This is a recording pen?'

 

'From the content of the recording, it seems to be an interrogation.'

 

Chu Guang was a little curious, and continued to listen.

 

The voice of the person in charge of the interrogation sounded a little younger, while the person being interrogated seemed a bit dispirited or tired.

 

He didn't seem to care much about what would happen to him, sounding as if he just wanted to end it all as soon as possible.

 

Guard: “… So, what do you plan to do? Punish me for dereliction of duty?”

 

Interrogator: “I don't plan to do anything.”

 

Guard: “… What do you mean you don't plan to do anything?” 

 

Interrogator: “When I reported it to the professor, the professor only said he got it, and then stopped asking for anything more. When I asked him what to do with you, he said the punishment is unnecessary. You just did what anyone would do in that situation.”

 

Guard (Agitated): “I'm not asking for your forgiveness! Listen, I made a very serious mistake, I… I shouldn't pretend to think that I can be a savior. My arrogance and stupidity have harmed everyone. If I didn't do anything from the beginning… Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.” 

 

The man's voice was hysterical, tapering off with choked sobs.

 

However, the interrogator's voice didn't have too many fluctuations in his tone from beginning to end—it was neutrally calm.

 

Interrogator: “This is an interesting hypothesis, but since the professor has said that you are not guilty, I don't think you need to blame yourself so much. If this doesn't convince you, then please think about this. Do you think you are smarter than the professor?”

 

Guard: “… How would I dare to compare myself with him?”

 

Interrogator: “It seems that you aren't that stupid after all. Then, let me ask you one more question. Since you know that you are not smarter than him, why do you naively think that he wouldn't notice it?”

 

Guard: “… What do you mean?”

 

Interrogator: “What is the name of the subject we are studying?”

 

Guard: “…The morphogenetic field? I don't understand it very well. Wait, you mean, the professor knew from the beginning that I was using that radio station to communicate with the outside world? The survivors of the tire factory, including the Li Xiu—”

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Interrogator: “When we study the laws of motion of macroscopic objects under the framework of classical mechanics, we will selectively ignore the elementary particles that make up the object. This is not because we do not know that matter is made of smaller particles, but because there is no need to consider it in this situation.”

 

Interrogator: “For the same reason, it is impossible to predict different choices made by a certain person at different stages of life. But when applied to a collection of people, the law of the development of macro events is traceable. If you are interested, you can think about this question. Anyway, from now on, you have a lot of time to squander.”

 

Guard: “This is part of the interrogation?” 

 

Interrogator: “That's right, but the interrogation's main purpose is still to give you psychological counseling. The professor wanted me to tell you not to blame yourself too much. Everything that happened here is just one section of tens of thousands of experiments. We will usher in the final victory. By the way, the person you have been in contact with probably died. We received another message from the same terminal, but it was obviously not sent by him.”

 

“The survivors of the tire factory hope we can take them in, but they lied at least three times in just one sentence. We will continue to track and record the surrounding radio signals and the changes in the shielding field strength, but we will no longer respond to the signals. This work will now be carried out by AI, and we will enter the true sense of silence. You can rest assured that no one will make any more mistakes.”

 

Then there was the sound of the door closing.

 

After a long silence, just when Chu Guang was wondering if it was over, a gunshot suddenly came from the recorder, which shocked him who was listening attentively.

 

“Oh c'mon! Are you serious!”

 

“… At least tell me what the morphogenetic field is.”

 

Chu Guang vaguely remembered that he seemed to have heard this word before. But it was not from this world, but before he came into this wasteland.

 

Around the 1980s, Dr. Rupert Sheldrake of the Royal Society of London put forward a controversial theory of “resonance”.

 

According to Dr. Rupert's theory, not only the elementary particles that make up matter would resonate, but abstract events would have a resonance effect too.

 

Based on this conjecture, he called the place where similar things happened continuously the “morphogenetic field”, and called the same type of events “morphogenetic resonance.”

 

However, one can imagine how unreliable conjectures based on conjectures are.

 

Just like many conjectures about the multiverse and aliens, you have neither reliable means to prove its validity, nor reliable means to prove its invalidity.

 

Even if it looks “obvious”.

 

“… Does this recording mean that the technology used to project the consciousness of the players in the parallel world into this world is related to a certain speculation proposed by the morphogenetic field theory?”

 

“For example, with the help of an unknown field spanning the dimension of space, triggering resonance between consciousness bodies may be possible.”

 

“Gasp… this gives me headaches.” 

 

'By the way, why am I thinking about these things?'

 

'It's good enough for me as long as it's useful.'

 

'It is meaningless to invest time and energy into things that would not produce any results. When there are more clues, the final truth will naturally be revealed.'

 

The information that Chu Guang could take from this recording was that the study of morphogenetic fields was the main topic of Shelter No. 404.

 

When combining the information obtained when he first came here, it can be seen that this subject was completed probably more than a century ago.

 

But then again, was this the first administrator called Professor?

 

This guy was even more fake than himself.

 

Putting aside the extremely scary details in the recorder, Chu Guang was able to confirm the identity of this guard, who was the sufferer mentioned in the “Bloodhand Diary”.

 

And the utopia that Bloodhand Clan's original “leader” was looking for until the end was shelter No. 404 at his feet.

 

Chu Guang picked up the nameless diary on the table.

 

The timeline in the diary basically coincided with the “Bloodhand Diary” he had read before.

 

This guy had always guided remotely through radio, making suggestions to the first-generation leader of the “Bloodhand Clan” and helping the survivors who were abandoned on the wasteland.

 

It was a pity that his kindness seemed to have brought about bad results.

 

The remaining mess had tortured the survivors in the northern suburbs for hundreds of years and was only ended nearly two centuries later.

 

Unexpectedly, Shelter No. 404 and Bloodhand Clan actually had such a relationship, and the cause of everything was actually because of a radio signal.

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