On the dark road, Qiu Sheng rode an electric bike and drove home in the rain.

The wind was very cold, and he wore a raincoat to block most of the wind.

"I'm back." Yi Qingqian's voice rang behind her back.

Qiu Sheng felt the electric car move, and a warm body pressed behind him.

When he came here, Yi Qingqian was also sitting in the back seat. His heart was a little bit accelerating, but now he is used to it.

This girl seems a little slow in this regard.

Qiu Sheng stopped the car, Yi Qingqian handed over the small flag, and she just went to recycle this one.

"It's useless, destroy it." Qiu Sheng said.

These small flags were inserted over the woods, and Qiu Sheng calculated the wind over the woods by observing the degree of the flags fluttering.

Fortunately, it rained late, otherwise he would not be able to accurately calculate every raindrop.

There is too little information that can be obtained through the five senses, so Qiu Sheng can only use the existing information to calculate other information, and then use this part of the information to calculate.

This greatly increased his calculations.

It would be great if he had the ability to obtain information.

"The gunman was dead in the end." Yi Qingqian threw the little flag into the shadow, pulled up the raincoat behind Qiu Sheng, and covered his head.

"That person should be the leader, it's very important." Qiu Sheng twisted the handle and the electric car continued to go on the road.

Yi Qing was silent for a while, and the atmosphere was a little solemn.

When Qiu Sheng entered another path, she finally spoke:

"It's so scary. You're not there. You've left, and he's still dead!"

"If you want to say it's scary, then your superpowers are even more scary."

"No, superpowered people are actually not scary. Real superiors have their own preventive measures. You are the most scary. They can defend superpowered people, but they can't defend you."

Although it was terrible, Yi Qingqian's body moved closer.

"That's a great honor." Qiu Sheng accepted her praise and was in a happy mood.

There is still a short distance from home. Qiu Sheng explained to Yi Qingqian the principle of calculating the future out of boredom on the one hand and out of the intention of diverting his back from his attention.

He said: "The gunman did not die after I left, but before that, while I was still there, he went to the fate of death."

"Can't understand."

"Just like I pushed you off a cliff, you died when you fell down a cliff. In fact, the moment I pushed you, you stepped into death."

"Even if you push me off the cliff, I won't die!" Yi Qingqian said proudly.

Qiu Sheng laughed.

If it was a dancer, he would ask angrily, "Why did you push me off the cliff?"

After briefly distorting the question, Yi Qingqian continued to ask: "But the gunman was on the flat ground and he did not fall down the cliff. Why did he have to step on that branch? He would not die if he didn't step on it."

Qiu Sheng thought about it and thought about how to explain it to Yi Qingqian.

Soon, he had a solution.

He said: "My jacket has two pockets, one on the left and right. You choose one and reach in."

Three seconds later, Qiu Sheng felt a soft hand pressing on his right waist. The hand was touching his pocket, and his fingers slid across the flesh around his waist, which was a little comfortable and a little itchy.

"Nothing is there." Yi Qingqian said in confusion, and she touched it more carefully.

"It wasn't just for you to touch things." Qiu Sheng said helplessly, "Don't move around, it's so itchy."

Yi Qingqian stopped, but his hand was still inserted into his pocket.

Qiu Sheng continued to ask: "Do you think the question I just made is an option for you?"

"Of course."

"Is the probability of choosing the left and right sides equal?"

"Yes." Yi Qingqian said without hesitation.

"Okay. Now, let's make an assumption."

“Suppose there is something in your pocket?”

Yi Qingqian put his other hand into Qiu Sheng's left pocket, and they almost stuck together.

Qiu Sheng could feel the faint curves of his body.

He pretended not to hear Yi Qingqian's words: "Suppose, time goes back, we're back when you choose your pocket. Pay attention! Your memory goes back. This time, you'll choose the one on the left or the one on the right."

"When time without memory is going backwards, it means that time has not going backwards. Of course, I will choose the one on the right!" Yi Qingqian replied.

"Where is going back again?"

“That won’t make a difference.”

"No matter how many times you do it again, you will choose the right side. Would you?"

"yes."

"Do you understand?"

Yi Qingqian thought carefully for a while, then she pulled back the palm that was inserted into Qiu Sheng's pocket and touched her chin.

The rain became heavier and hit the road.

The girl asked: "You mean, for me, there is actually no option on the left at all?"

"Yes, even if you do it countless times, you will choose the right side. If this choice is really random, if the probability of the left and right side is really equal, why won't you choose the left side if you do it countless times?"

"I'm used to choosing the right-hand side."

"Yes. There is no free choice at all. Your habit is destined to be, and you will insert your hand into my right pocket."

After a pause, Qiu Sheng continued, "In other words, you think that for you, you are standing on the flat ground and going anywhere. In fact, there may be only one type of thing. You are falling on a cliff, and you only have the option of falling!"

It became quiet behind him, and it seemed that Yi Qingqian was in chaos.

"So, can you calculate the future?" She grabbed Qiu Sheng's shoulder.

Since all choices have destined answers, since there are no probabilistic events, then everything can of course be calculated.

“Didn’t I keep doing this?”

"You used to let the glass ball roll under someone else's feet! You didn't let others step on the branches!"

"Man and glass balls are also part of the world. I can calculate the position of the glass balls in the future, and of course I can also calculate the position of the human future."

"It seems to be right." Yi Qingqian covered her head.

She calmed down and thought about it seriously.

Ten minutes later, she found a rebuttal point: "No. You can't know, I'm used to choosing the right side! You can't see it!"

"Do you think you are unique?" Qiu Sheng asked a question that seemed irrelevant, "Is your thoughts unique, and are your habits unique?"

"No, there are many people like me." Yi Qingqian replied.

When you reach the intersection, Qiu Sheng turns right and the residential buildings in the community come into view.

He was almost home, and he said four sentences to summarize:

"Human thoughts are not unique. By observing people who are similar to you and summarizing them, you can gain insight into your way of thinking and all your past and future choices."

"The discipline of psychology is about researching this aspect, especially psychological profiles. Profiles can predict the height, race, and hobbies of the prisoner as long as they look at the scene of the crime."

"This whole theory is called determinism. All choices have long been answered to the decision."
Chapter completed!