In my view, the Doctor shouldn't have belonged to this world.
It was as though there was nothing he didn't understand.
And whatever task was assigned to him, he handled it flawlessly. Every time, he claimed it was difficult, yet before long, he would hand over a thoroughly satisfying result.
Many of his ideas were completely beyond us. Take the theory he had just mentioned—I would call it trajectory theory for now. Any place a person had been could be considered a trajectory point, and he could connect it to our current space. But what were the necessary conditions? Could it really be as simple as having visited that place?
No, it definitely wasn't that simple. Unless he possessed some kind of spatial teleportation method, every trajectory point he passed through had to have corresponding coordinates!
"How did you determine those coordinates?" I blurted out.
The Doctor looked at me in surprise and couldn't help asking, "How did you know coordinates existed?"
I gave a wry smile. "Without coordinates, there's no way you could truly lock onto a teleportation destination."
The Doctor pursed his lips. "It's not convenient to tell you for now. Even if I explained it, you wouldn't understand. But you guessed right—such coordinates do exist." His gaze shifted to Ye Jinghong. He said he needed her help and intended to extract the coordinates from her.
Ye Jinghong froze for a moment, then actually nodded. I understood at once. The issue had to lie with the chip in her brain.
The person who could truly record location coordinates wasn't me, but Ye Jinghong.
Seeing the realization on my face, the Doctor merely nodded at me, clearly signaling that I shouldn't say anything.
At that point, I was basically certain that I hadn't been wrong. The Doctor really wasn't