my universe in a bottle.

Chapter 1 Mental Patient: God of Creation
parallel world.

Arizona.

Eight o'clock in the evening, Chinese restaurant.

"Drink more, you will return to China next week, and you don't have to do an internship in a mental hospital anymore, and you won't be angry with that old man." The friend toasted Li Qing to celebrate.

"Ouch! I'm going to the bathroom."

Several friends drank wine and sang songs, blushing.

Suddenly Li Qing's cell phone rang.

He put down his glass and received a call from a mental patient who had lost contact with him for two months: "I want to explain something about my funeral. Before I die, I have a world to hand over to you."

Li Qing: "."

The person on the other side of the phone is very familiar to me. He is a mental patient he treated before. He used to claim to be the first zombie in the modern world. Now he is sitting on a world?It seems that the condition is getting worse.

"Why did you give this patient your personal phone number? Didn't you already resign, and you still go to see him?" A friend asked curiously beside him.

Li Qing was a little helpless, "I even funded it in private. After all, he is Chinese. He is quite pitiful and has no one to rely on. I have to see it tomorrow, and I can rest assured when I return home."

The next morning.

Li Qing finished the final handover and drove to a small house in the suburbs of Phoenix City.

The patient is Ning Guochang, an overseas student who is often bullied and blackmailed by other people in the school.

A year ago in China, his parents who worked so hard to support his education died in an accident. Under various blows, he remained silent and mentally unstable.

Ning Guochang received psychiatric treatment for a period of time and did not get better. On the contrary, it became more and more serious. He gradually began to have nightmares, saying that he saw himself in another time and space, and there was a zombie crisis, and he became a zombie.

What he described was a very ordinary zombie story.

Resident Evil, a remake of Raccoon City.

The doomsday broke out first in this free country that fits well with the origins of various movies and novels.

In order to save a girl, he was bitten and turned into a zombie. He continued to eat people and gradually regained his sanity before he was alive. He became a zombie with 28 big eyeballs under mental manipulation.

I have also continued to counsel and treat him, and have always been a listener.

One day, Ning Guochang suddenly ran away and was never found again.

The address he sent was not far away.

Half an hour later, after entering the door, Li Qing felt weird.

The entire bedroom was transformed by Ning Guochang into a pharmaceutical aseptic workshop.

Through a large layer of glass, Li Qing saw Ning Guochang who was sitting opposite him in self-isolation as if visiting a prison.

This honest and honest young man was skinny and skinny, wearing a pair of big sunglasses, his exposed skin was covered with dry cracks like white paint, his gestures conveyed an aura of fear.

And behind him is a huge shelf, mineral water, canned food, all kinds of food, densely piled up in the bedroom.

"How long have you self-isolated, locked yourself here?"

It took a long time for Li Qing to suppress the weirdness in his heart, and couldn't help but said, "Do you think you are a zombie? Are you afraid of infecting people?"

"I know you don't believe it, but you will believe it after reading this."

He stretched out the back of his hand, and a strange diamond-shaped gemstone was wrapped around the skin, entwined with blue veins and flesh, wriggling out of the hand.

"This is my zombie crystal nucleus."

Through the opposite window, he said very calmly: "That's why I ran away at the time. I didn't want to be experimented by you. It is said that the zombie virus in another world also broke out in the laboratory in the next state."

Li Qing stared at it calmly for a few seconds.

I am dying of illness, do you think there is a raccoon market in reality?

But what is the crystal nucleus wriggling on the skin.

magic?
Li Qing didn't know the truth, but immediately smiled gently and said: "I have always believed in you, and it was right to run away. My mentor is very tricky, and I also think he is in a mental hospital, holding patients secretly. All kinds of experiments, if you continue to treat inside, you may really be used as an experiment!"

Li Qing hacked the capitalist mentor.

This is a psychological empathy operation, which makes the patient feel that you and him are in the same camp, let go of your vigilance, and feel that everyone is their own.

Ning Guochang said: "The zombie lord in the dream can control large zombies, animals, beasts, and mutant humans at the moment of staring at it. He also has telekinetic power and can lift a ton of cars."

"My current superpower level here is very low. I have experienced some time-traveling mutations. I have to stare for more than three seconds to give control bacteria and give wisdom, and my telekinetic power can only lift a small cotton."

Li Qing took advantage of the situation and said, "Isn't this span too big? It used to control humans and large animals, but now it's so weak that it can only control some bacteria?"

Ning Guochang pointed to a piece of finely crushed black mud wriggling on the table, "This is the bacterial army I'm currently manipulating. It hasn't reached the nanometer level, but it must have reached the micron level. It's 0.0023 grams."

These creeping black muds are magnet sands, right?

Li Qing has seen too many mental patients with severe imagination, who regards herself as the protagonist of a novel, and can't distinguish reality from fictional stories.

"Look at this again, my telekinetic power."

He really took out an ant-sized piece of cotton and controlled it to fly in the air, but it seemed that he was struggling.

Li Qing was silent for a while.

He quickly came back to his senses and said, "That is to say, you are the zombie lord now, in the sterile workshop, to prevent your zombie virus from spreading outside?"

"Do not."

Ning Guochang shook his head: "Doctor Li, you are thinking too much. I am not preventing zombie viruses. Our high-level zombies are not contagious. They are already another new extraordinary species. I have also done experiments myself, and they are not contagious. "

Li Qing immediately put on a relaxed look, and said, "Then your workshop is..."

Ning Guochang suddenly shuddered: "I made this sterile workshop to prevent my eyes. It can control bacteria and see very clearly. It is as clear as a microscope. It can be adjusted up and down at any time."

He suddenly became mentally unstable, showing pain.

Like most mental patients, Ning Guochang suddenly exploded emotionally.

"Do you know what this microscopic power feels like?"

"You normal people's world is like watching a pixel movie. My eyes are full of 4K ultra-high-definition picture quality. I can clearly see the mites on your face climbing back and forth!!"

"The wall behind you is extremely smooth in your eyes. In my eyes, it is a dense phobia insect wall. Mold, worms, dust lice, and mites form a disgusting empire of billions."

Li Qing opened his mouth wide.

Inexplicably felt itchy on the face.

There are disgusting mites crawling densely.

But fortunately, medical students are not afraid of this, and there are many more disgusting ones.

But in theory, if his eyes reached the level of an electron microscope, wouldn't he be a furry humanoid monster covered in a blanket of various microorganisms in front of his eyes?

I don't quite understand this viewing angle accuracy.

Perhaps it is already the eye structure of two kinds of creatures, and he has become weird and mysterious.

"You know, I have trypophobia! I have severe cleanliness!"

Ning Guochang, who was sitting across from him in the isolation and aseptic workshop, became agitated, with an anxious tone, at a loss, and said in great pain:

"I started washing my hands like crazy, spraying disinfectant every day, and using pure water for bathing, rubbing my body wrinkled and hurting!"

"Even, I built this sterile workshop, I want to live in the cleanest world!"

"Even when I go out, I wear a bubble helmet and a special protective suit! Have you seen One Piece? I want to be a dragon!"

He is like a patient in extreme mania, exuding madness all over his body, and endless pain is deeply rooted in his distorted facial expressions.

And if it comes to this position, Li Qing just thinks it's a story of a cleanliness man evolving into a new human being.

I even imagined a sci-fi future.

Think about it from a tricky angle: Immortal cultivators in the high-definition world see this secular world, and they also have such intensive phobias. The bacteria everywhere in the world make them feel sick. Not far into the mortal world...

This is not about fairy tales, but about modern technology.

In the future, the new human beings with the explosion of technology hundreds of years later will go crazy when they see this kind of vision?
Don't talk about the future.

Now the visible mites on the quilt are becoming more and more important as people's lives get better and better, and they feel disgusting.

The degree of civilization is linked to the degree of cleanliness.

In the old days, the common people only cared about whether you were dirty or not, whether you were clean or not, whether you would get sick if you ate it, and it was all about protein and nutrition.

However, the story of cleanliness began to gradually change to a ghost story.

"If this is the continuous improvement of eyesight, seeing the bacterial world with high-definition picture quality, it will be fine."

"But my eyes can control and give wisdom."

Ning Guochang suddenly had a bitter expression on his face: "I'm too scared. These microorganisms have intelligence, and it's too scary now! They develop civilization, just like our ancient apes built tribes in the distant earth era."

Li Qing tried to follow his train of thought for a while.

If what is said is true, so what if microbes build civilization, even if they have wisdom?

Their structure is destined to be low-level organisms.

A group of low-level creatures relying on flagella, what can they do with intelligence?
Build a bonfire?Plant and graze?Build machinery?Developing the age of steam?Into the age of electricity?
Does not.

Couldn't even start a fire at all.

Because of their size, even if they are intelligent, they cannot achieve the progress of human civilization.

There is still no difference between having wisdom and not having wisdom.

"I thought so at first, too."

Ning Guochang smiled bitterly: "But then I discovered that human beings are just monkeys who know how to use tools. It's ridiculous to judge other unknown civilizations with their own arrogance."

"do you know?"

He looked at the little army of bacteria on the table across the workshop,
"They don't have eyes, but they have mysterious spiritual perception. They graze other unintelligent microorganisms. As my dependents, they use weaker telekinetic power than me to disassemble the RNA structure with difficulty, compile, transcribe, and build their own biological robots. Flagella, shell, directly into the era of biological grazing."

"They build flagellar mounts, they build giant bio-houses out of giant mites, they form microscopic cities."

"It took humans 35 billion years to evolve from microbes in the ocean to where they are today, and they are reliving this process at an extremely fast pace."

"These single cells are evolving by themselves!"

Seeing this patient confiding in extreme pain, Li Qing realized what he was talking about.

For this patient, he saw a terrifying history of life evolution.

When microorganisms that we cannot see with the naked eye have human-like intelligence, their civilization far exceeds our modern human civilization.

They are naturally a group of great creators in the microcosm.

(End of this chapter)