Rising: Ten Thousand Years Chapter 233: : Game theory and 0 Philippe

Ten thousand years ago.

Zhang Zhi finally woke up from the hospital.

It is said that she fell into a coma in the taxi that day and couldn't wake up no matter how much she screamed, the driver was frightened and sent her to the hospital overnight.

The examination in the hospital showed that the heart was beating at a high speed, and the brain waves were extremely disordered.

Constantly talking in dreams that no one can hear clearly.

The hospital's emergency treatment was fruitless, and he was placed in the intensive care unit for observation. But unexpectedly, she woke up by herself.

She told the doctor that she was just haunted by a nightmare. It's hysteria.

Well, the cause of the unclear explanation, anyway, the hospital will also attribute it to "hysteria". Anyway, anything can be pushed to hysteria. After all, the human brain is something that science has never been able to understand.

After leaving the hospital, Zhang Zhi was surprised to find that he did not lose his memory.

I clearly remember every detail of my relationship with Li Zhen two years ago, I remember what happened when Li Zhen was still in Hangcheng County, and I also remember that I was still in high school at that time, and then I started to study hard for him.

I also remember the last time I dreamed, there was a mark on my chest. I also remember that I lost my memory for two years and have been waiting in Baqiao.

Finally reunited there.

She was really afraid of losing her memory.

Two years of amnesia is really the most painful torture in life. She didn't want to go through it again, but fortunately, she didn't lose her memory this time.

"Do you still remember this time, does that mean that the connection in the previous dream can be restored?"

Zhang Zhi chuckled: "Although it's a bit like spiritual love, at least I haven't taken him away from my memory. Talking is better than nothing."

Sitting on the subway back to school, thinking back to this point, he smiled happily and talked to himself.

'Boom boom boom'

The roar of the subway rang in his ears, and Zhang Zhi took a deep breath, feeling extremely satisfied.

Sitting next to Zhang Zhi was an old man in his eighties with extremely thin white hair, who was reading "Game Theory" seriously in his hand.

Zhang Zhi couldn't help feeling a little fond of the old man, he lived and learned. Because she helped him acquire knowledge crazily before, she also began to like knowledge and people with knowledge.

Zhang Zhi said with a smile: "Grandpa, in the game model of the 'Prisoner's Dilemma', there are three modes of the payoff matrix. If you convert people's hearts, the Nash equilibrium must be reached in the end. The arbitrary conclusion given in this book is The advantage is maximized, and both are acquitted. In fact, it is an extremely idealized answer. In fact, the game model of this question has no answer, and there will be four answers, any of which is possible. Game Regardless of being so arbitrary, your book is a pirated copy."

The old man closed the book and glanced at Zhang Zhi with a smile: "Educated."

"Haha, I can't compare to you, grandpa."

Zhang Zhi said with a smile that she was in a great mood. No one has deprived her of her memory, this is the best state, and the sense of happiness has been strongly satisfied. I am also happy to say a few more words.

The old man put the book in his pocket and looked at the watch on his wrist: "I should be almost there."

Zhang Zhi was slightly speechless, such a rich old man. On his wrist is a Patek Philippe diamond-encrusted watch. Zhang Zhi can't name it, but after a little research, he knows that the price of this watch seems to be nearly three million...

"Ah."

Zhang Zhi was a little puzzled, not knowing why this strange old man would suddenly say such a sentence.

is very strange.

It looks like he is in his eighties, and he is watching pirated game theory.

With 3 million Patek Philippe, but do subway.

Looking at his watch, he told himself that he was about to arrive.

The old man smiled and patted Zhang Zhi on the head: "I'll get off at Xiaozhai. There's still a minute left, I have something to say to you."

Zhang Zhi was even more puzzled, is the concept of time so accurate? The next stop was indeed Xiaozhai, but how did he know there was still a minute left?

"I say, you listen."

"Huh?"

"Do you often have strange dreams?"

"You..."

Zhang Zhi stood up stiffly, his pupils zoomed in and out, and he felt that this old man was extremely mysterious.

"Don't ask me how I know. I was just like you when I was young..."

There was a gloomy look in the old man's eyes: "I once had an opportunity, but I didn't seize it... I haven't taken it in my life. I hope that after I die of normal old age, I can fulfill the regrets in my heart. But I know it's impossible, young man."

Zhang Zhi stared at him blankly, with every word to his heart. Every sentence seems to be able to understand the meaning of it.

The old man sighed, then laughed again: "Actually, there is a commonality in this world."

"What is coherence?"

"Have you ever hypothesized what dreams are?"

"What is it?"

"It seems to be some kind of soul connection, maybe it's the soul's fugue. This kind of coincidence chose you, but in fact, it should be cherished. Sorry for my confusion..."

"I can understand." Zhang Zhi supported him, inexplicably thinking of the night at Baqiao, the touch from the depths of the soul, and they could feel each other's existence.

She woke up with a start. Dreams can be connected together across the long river of time. Does this mean that in the span of 10,000 years, a penetrating linearity can be found in the river of time and space? If dreams can be connected, is it theoretically possible that souls can also meet?

Is it possible after death?

The old man said with a smile: "Those of us who have crossed countless rivers and met by chance should cherish this kind of fate. Because, in fact, after we have passed a special stage in our age, we will No more dreams."

"What?" Zhang Zhi was stunned: "It won't happen?"

The eyes of the old man were a little red, but he still smiled and said, "No. Maybe when the age reaches a certain critical point, one day, the dream will be broken, completely broken. It will be even more painful if the memory stays in your heart. Because it is no longer possible to achieve the harmony of the soul. The time that is far away is intense, and it becomes a real permanent distance."

"When will it be broken?" Zhang Zhi hurriedly asked: "How can I really see him?"

The old man's tears flowed out, and he smiled and wiped his tears: "When I was your age, I met a person like us in a meaningful place. At that time, I had You are so old, and he is as old as I am now. What I said to you now, he also said to me at that time. But at that time, China was in a period of turmoil, and there was no food for three meals a day. They are all beating monsters and ghosts. How could I be true to a dream? How could I be true to a strange old man who said some inexplicable words to me when I was young?"

Zhang Zhi took out a tissue, feeling sore, and wiped away the old man's tears.

He couldn't stop crying now.

The old man said with a trembling voice: "So I missed it. I spent ten years to miss it. Then I spent sixty years trying to get it back. I am now eighty-five, and I should use the last Time to regret... I am here today, and I will tell you what others said to me decades ago. Girl, don't miss it. Maybe... it is really not just a dream."

Zhang Zhi's eyes turned red, inexplicably sad.

'Passengers, Xiaozhai Station is here...'

"I should go."

The old man wiped away his tears with the remaining paper in Zhang Zhi's hand, and got off the subway tremblingly~IndoMTL.com~Suddenly he turned around and said: "During your lifetime, do meaningful things. That way you won't regret it. Even if you die in the end, maybe you will leave a trace of suspense in your heart at the moment before death. Don't worry, you will never lose your memory again... In fact, losing your memory is a good thing."

"What is meaningful."

Zhang Zhi chased him out to ask.

There are so many people, there is no trace of him.

Last night, after decades, he dreamed again. He dreamed of the scene in the subway today last night, so he sat on the subway with a book in his hand early this morning. He never got off the subway. Talk to Zhang Zhi for a minute.

Zhang Zhi doesn't know this.

She's just wondering, what's the point?

Can the soul cross the long river of time?

This is ten thousand years...)!!