I had always harbored doubts.
In the parallel timelines corresponding to the one I was in, there was a Doctor and a me in each of them. The Doctor said the sixth level held his future self. Then what about the future me?
The Doctor told us that his future self had changed, becoming a villain even he had to deal with. He had even been forced to use such extreme measures to trap that person.
The Doctor said he should have simply killed that person and put an end to it all.
But he could not bring himself to do it.
After all, that was himself.
He did not have Zeng Dajiang's decisiveness.
Zeng Dajiang believed that the future me was the one who had destroyed this world. To save it, he had even sent people to kill me.
He was trying to correct the mistake in his own way.
But his understanding was wrong.
I had done nothing wrong, and the knife had never been in my hands. It was in the hands of the Experimenters.
We were lab rats. They could conduct any experiment they wanted on us. I even suspected that floods, droughts, earthquakes, and even viruses and plagues were all part of their experiments.
They were recording the data of our lives.
They wanted to see where humanity's limits of survival lay. They were calculating our survival threshold.
They were also testing whether versions of us in different parallel timelines would undergo drastic changes in temperament due to different life paths, and how human nature would change under different living conditions.
"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Xiaohui asked. He was looking at me.
The Doctor was looking at me too.
"I called you twice, but you just stood there like an idiot," Jiang Xiaohui