Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Scientists are obsessed with calculating pi. If π can be calculated, it means that pi is not an irrational number, and the mathematical system and physics established by humans for thousands of years will collapse. What's more terrifying is that if pi can be calculated, it means that infinite cycles do not exist, randomness and contingency do not exist, and everything has rules and can be calculated and simulated.

This means that everything can be predicted through calculation, including the universe, the world, thoughts, plants and animals, and human beings themselves, which may all be data created by higher intelligent beings.

But what if “pi cannot be calculated completely” is also a written program setting?

Ji Shumiao has seen three parallel worlds. If everything is created, is there a pair of eyes watching her? Is there a pair of hands manipulating her?

How else to explain that only two out of four people in their family were reborn, with a rebirth rate of up to 50%?

It was already daybreak, and Ji Shumiao, who had been tossing and turning all night and couldn't sleep, felt like his brain was about to explode.

She spent the whole night browsing, but her question could not be answered.

Ji Shumiao sighed and sat up, hiding Hua Wei in the compartment of the bedside table: "So far ahead, can't we be ahead?"

After last night, she never heard Tongtong's voice again.

The fetus cannot speak, so all she could hear was Tongtong's inner voice.

Good, good, good, dreams connect to parallel worlds and can read the voices of the reborn. Her skills are getting better and better... I can’t find the right adjective.

Ji Shumiao pinched her sore eyebrows. Two people in her family were reborn. Does it mean that there are other people in this world who were also reborn?

What is so special about this world?

My head hurts so much, I need to grow a brain!

Everyone was tired last night and was still asleep. Ji Shumiao didn't disturb anyone and took a taxi to find Lu Binghe.

If you don’t know what to do, just keep saving people. That’s always the right thing to do.

Today is Saturday, but Lu Binghe is still working because civil servants are not protected by labor laws.

Lu Binghe, who had just made some tea and had no time to enjoy it, was startled when he saw Ji Shumiao at the door.

If Ji Shumiao came to find him, no one would stop him.

"What happened again?" Lu Binghe's usually calm voice was shaking. "What level is it this time?"

Ji Shumiao sat down unceremoniously and mechanically and coldly spit out several times, places and events.

Oil tank explosions, house collapses, major fires...

Fortunately, it’s all man-made disaster.

Lu Binghe breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't come to me early in the morning for this kind of thing in the future. I'll be scared to death by you."

Ji Shumiao poured himself a cup of tea in a familiar manner: "Mr. Lu, please pay attention to your attitude."

"Do you know how shocked I was when you showed up at the door so early in the morning with dark circles under your eyes?" Lu Binghe rubbed his temple. "I even thought about the end of the world, but the result was just a few production accidents."

Ji Shumiao choked, wondering what Lu Binghe’s expression would be when he told him that “the end of the world is also a man-made disaster”.

But her hunch told her that it was not the right time yet.

"Didn't I go to the opening ceremony last night? I was so excited that I couldn't sleep." Ji Shumiao explained, "By the way, I haven't thanked Uncle Yonghe for such a big gift yet."

"Don't be polite with him. He made a lot of money thanks to the information you provided." Lu Binghe said with a smile.

The financial crisis was about to break out, and Lu Yonghe made a fortune by selling put options.

Ji Shumiao smiled and said, "Let's put it this way. I still have to thank you."