Vol 3 Chapter 85: The mystery of time

Hannibal is not the kind of scientist who has no power to restrain a chicken. He looks like George Clooney, with skill and courage like Indiana Jones. The M1911 pistol in Tiezhu's hand cannot create much deterrence. He temporarily yielded. Just to numb each other.
"I can do it, but you can't use a gun at me, so I will be afraid, and fear will lead to mistakes." Hannibal said this calmly. Sure enough, he tied the post and turned his gun to the assistant. At this moment, Hannibal made a sudden move and grabbed Shuan Zhu’s wrist in a thunderous manner. The guard outside the door rushed in and used the heavy walnut of the rifle to come to the back of Shuan Zhu’s head, Shuan Zhu Lie down softly.
　　 A basin of cold water was poured on Shuan Zhu’s face. He woke up and found himself chained to the turret. Not far away, Ji Yugan cried and said, "This is over, no more moves."
　　 "I should have killed him with one shot." Shuan Zhu was very upset. He wanted to save Liu Yanzhi too much, so he lost the courage to break the boat and lost the boat.
Hannibal walked over and looked at them sympathetically: "Two things, gentlemen, first congratulate you on being part of the Rainbow Project. Second, you are going to bid farewell to the world. Wherever I go, I honestly don’t know."
　　 Ji Yu said dryly: "Could you let us die and understand, what can this device do to people?"
Hannibal said: "Although the most taboo thing in Hollywood movies is the long talk at the end, I still want to give you some popular science. This is a rough, crude, and immature time tunnel device. Its only function is to put people His soul is separated from the body. Technically speaking, it can also be called death, but some people will become lunatics. In Chinese terms, the three souls and seven souls have lost half. Do you understand?"
　　 Ji Yugan laughed: "Co-authoring is to use a strong magnetic field to make people a fool."
　　 Shuan Zhu snorted, "Take that effort, and you will become a fool."
　　 Guan Lu couldn't help but explode: "The Yankee just takes off his pants and farts. It's unnecessary."
Hannibal maintained an elegant gentleman’s demeanor, and graciously explained:
No, no, it’s not what you imagined. This is a very forward-looking experiment. Your sacrifices and contributions will be remembered in the history of human development. And the mortality rate of this kind of experiment is not 100%. Someone can come back. I wish you some lucky ones too. Well, see you later, ladies and gentlemen."
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　　 Liu Yan, who witnessed the tragic scene, went into a state of madness. He didn't believe that he was dead. He wanted to change all of this. He wanted to reverse history and reverse the world, but a wandering spirit could do nothing, even preventing others from taking his son.
Liu Yanzhi burst into the sky with a grievance, and swish high into the sky, overlooking the devastated San Francisco, with black smoke soaring to the sky, and another house collapsed. He could not bear to look any more, and resolutely flew towards the Pacific. He wanted to return to Cuiwei Shan, return to the benchmark time and space, find a way to recover his physical body, so that he can rescue his wife and children. Although the hope is slim, it has to try to give up.
The vast ocean is boundless, Liu Yanzhi flew across the Pacific Ocean with his mind. His body is not a physical body, but a mass of consciousness, so the speed is extremely fast. When he stops and looks at his feet, it is still San Francisco in the earthquake, and it is still Taoism. The black smoke skyrocketed and a house collapsed. Liu Yan froze for a moment. He immediately understood something. He accidentally got a glimpse of the ultimate mystery of time. He didn't understand the theory of relativity, but he knew a little. As long as the speed was fast enough, he could catch up with time.
Liu Yanzhi tried to fly west again. Strictly speaking, he was not flying, but moving instantaneously, moving counterclockwise around the earth at the speed of light. The circumference of the equator was only 40,000 kilometers, and the distance of San Francisco latitude in the northern hemisphere was even shorter. For him, it was a snap.
I accidentally turned too much, and when I stopped again, San Francisco was still a barren land. There was no trace of the city. There were only two fortresses built by the Spaniards, wooden fences, and tall wooden watch towers. The soldier with the flintlock looked at the direction inland warily.
This was probably the middle of the eighteenth century. Upper California was still a colony of Spain. Later, Mexico became a territory of Mexico. After nearly a hundred years, after the US-Mexico war, it became a US territory and gold mines were discovered. Countless people flocked to it, which made San Francisco the name.
Liu Yan changed the direction and teleported clockwise. This time he meditated on time in his heart, controlling the number of turns. After countless adjustments, this countless number of times may be 10,000 or 100,000. For the people of the fourth dimension, time can be squandered at will. It is inexhaustible like the water of the Pacific Ocean. In short, Liu Yanzhi finally grasped the law and moved to the time before the San Francisco earthquake on April 18, 1906. A moment.
In the early hours of the morning, there was silence in San Francisco, the east was breaking dawn, the morning light enveloped the city, the street gas lights had been extinguished, the milk-delivering wagons ran across the asphalt road, and the hardworking Chinese in Chinatown had begun a busy day, especially those who opened laundry people.
　　 The laundry shop opened by Lin Su hangs a Chinese signboard, the handwriting is delicate and graceful. It should be written by Lin Su who is proficient in painting and calligraphy: Yanzhi Laundry. Liu Yanzhi suddenly understood that Lin Su was using this method to find the whereabouts of her husband, but it was a pity that her efforts were in vain, and the person in the dream of the spring boudoir did not belong to this era at all.
Laundry is a very hard industry. In the early twentieth century, there was no washing machine. It was hand-washed by humans. Western clothes needed to be washed and ironed. The procedure was much more cumbersome than simple washing. Chinese laundry shops were everywhere, relying on price competition. With a small profit, he has to wash a lot of clothes every day. Lin Su can only do it by himself and get up early to work in order to earn money for himself and his son.
Although she has lived in the U.S. for six years, Lin Su still wears Chinese clothes and a Chinese hairstyle. It looks no different from when she met at the beginning of the year, but she has become more resolute and popular. She cooked breakfast in the kitchen quickly. Fried eggs, bacon, milk, and when he was done, he carried a fat boy down the stairs, and taught his son in a familiar Beijing Mandarin with a slightly Hunan accent: "Hurry up and eat and finish studying."
　　 The son was sitting at the dinner table, sleepy eyes, absent-mindedly eating an omelette, and after two bites he cried out: "Mother, I don't want to study today."
　　 Lin Su scowled and said, "Shut up, you can't eat and sleep, and you are not allowed to talk during meals."
The son was silent, pouting, and after eating breakfast, Lin Su took the book to test him. The little boy held his hands upside down. Lang Lang recited the names of the people: "Zhao Qian Sun Li, Zhou Wu Zheng Wang... Last family name."
　　 "Okay, one word is correct, my mother will reward you, write English below, from one to hundreds."
Liu Yanzhi was floating in the air watching the mother's every move. He was almost melted by this warm scene. Suddenly he thought of the imminent earthquake and became anxious. He floated to the table and wanted to pick up paper and pen to write to remind Lin. Su, but at this time he has become more transparent and can't even hold the pen.
　　 "Lin Su, I'm here, it's me." Liu Yanzhi tried to embrace Lin Su, but he passed by. He was just a faint soul, unable to have any contact and communication with people.
　　The relatives are close at hand, but they can’t communicate. Liu Yan is in pain and does not want to live, but what is more painful is that he has no choice even to die. He is just conscious, not a real person.
The big earthquake still happened. Lin Su was aware of the danger, and quickly let his son go out and stand on the street, but he went upstairs again. Liu Yan followed and yelled silently, asking her to run away. Lin Su could not hear , She ran upstairs, pulled out the suitcase from under the bed, took out the soft box, and hurriedly went downstairs, only to find that her son was back again.
　　 "Mother, it's dark outside, I'm afraid." The son said.
　　 The house had already begun to shake violently. Lin Su couldn't bother to reprimand his son. He rushed towards the door while pulling his son. Suddenly a beam fell down and hit the top of her head. Lin Su tried his best to push his son out a second before he fell into a coma.
　　 Liu Yan straightened tears and blurred his eyes, but he still saw very clearly. The land of San Francisco was shaking like waves, and countless houses collapsed instantly. This is a catastrophe of life and death, a disaster of the century.
For the next few hours, Liu Yanzhi stayed with his son at the door of the collapsed laundry shop until rescuers arrived at ~EbookFREE.me~ The advantage of wooden houses is that they are lighter and easier to rescue. Su was rescued from the ruins and sniffed. She was out of breath long ago. Someone found a piece of cloth to cover Lin Su. The money box in her hand fell into the hands of others. The man opened the box and took the US dollars. The box was dropped on the ground, and a photo flew out. It was a group photo of Liu Yanzhi and Lin Su at the Shanghai Damalu Photo Studio.
　　 The next thing is the scene that Liu Yanzhi once saw. His son was taken away and his wife's body was collected and buried. He can't stand it anymore. He must recover his body.
　　 Liu Yanzhi lifted off again and proceeded along the time axis. The goal was the early morning of October 28, 1943, at the Naval Shipyard on the Delaware River in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, on the east coast.
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Philadelphia Naval Shipyard, on the deck of the destroyer, the hapless people who crossed the team were firmly bound by iron chains, and watched in horror as the huge and ugly pre-industrial electronic tube instruments were energized, various colored light bulbs flickered, and electric sparks crackled. , In the control room, hundreds of pointers on the dashboard point to the end.
　　 The green smoke filled the air, and the Marine Corps soldiers in charge of the guard retreated beyond the safety line.
　　 When death is approaching, everyone is already desperate. They don't struggle or scold them. They just hope that they can resist the radiation of the super strong magnetic field as Hannibal said.
　　 Suddenly, Liu Yan, who was already stiff on the deck, moved straight.
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