We Live In Nanjing - Chapter 150

Chapter 150 Epilogue.

[Excerpt from the interview record · Conjecture with Zhao Bowen on the last day:

On the day when the National Day holiday in October in the second half of 2020 was about to end, the author continued the interview with Bai Yang. The sun was shining in the afternoon, and there was a faint barking of dogs outside the window.

When referring to the last step of the whole operation, the slightly restrained young man in front of the author suddenly felt at a loss, and his ten fingers were tightly intertwined.

We all thought it was safe.

The young man sitting on the chair said loudly.

You think, who wouldn’t be relieved that such a long, complicated, and huge plan finally succeeded? The vast majority of people have a kind of blind trust in their hearts, blind trust in their superiors, surrounding people, and the command headquarters. If the plan is successful, the swordsman will be eliminated and the world will be saved… This kind of thinking is wrong.

The idea of ​​   is actually not based on factual logic, but from people’s natural affirmation of the fruits of their labor, which is simply self-comfort. I say.

Yes…that’s it.

Aspen nodded.

The author looked into his eyes, and the latter did not avoid it.

There was still something faintly sunk in the deepest part of his eyes, although it had not melted after so long.

Tell me about the swordsman, I am very interested in the properties of that thing.

I digress.

According to your guess, the swordsman actually has no back, right?

Bai Yang was stunned for a moment, he thought for a few seconds, then nodded.

This is indeed the case. No matter which angle you look at it from, you can only see its front, it can be said to have no back.

Then comes the problem.

I say.

In three-dimensional space, how does a structure without a backside exist?

Bai Yang shook his head: No one knows this, maybe the structure of the swordsman is higher than three-dimensional, or the mastermind behind it is higher than three-dimensional… This is actually obvious, they have the ability to affect time and space, and they must be superior to us. above this world.

How did Mr. Zhao discover this?

I ask.

His conjecture—the conjecture about the operation law of swordsmen, let’s call it Zhao Bowen’s conjecture for the time being, how did it come about?

I only know a rough outline, you have to ask Uncle Zhao for the specific details…

Topol answered thoughtfully.

Uncle Zhao first noticed that something was wrong. It was the eldest lady who mentioned to us that her big eyes would always look at her. At first we thought it was a function of eye tracking, but we just thought it was strange, so Uncle Zhao took this question back to read the information and discussed with the project team. The expert team discussed that the information we had at the time was very limited. Uncle Zhao and the others turned over the video of our first video communication and watched it over and over again. It was probably at this time that something was discovered.

When was the first video call?

Yes, the secret is hidden in the first video call.

Topol smiled.

At that time, all of us thought that the activities of the eldest lady attracted the swordsmen who were patrolling around, but Uncle Zhao raised a different opinion. He believed that it was us who really led the swordsmen to stop outside the window.

Camera?

I immediately thought of this.

That’s right, it’s the camera in the center of the room, the swordsman saw not the eldest lady, but us.

Aspen said.

I was holding the stenograph in my hand, and I forgot to record it for a while. Bai Yang’s slow and low narration brought me back to the night when humans and swordsmen faced each other for the first time, and this time it was a completely different angle.

There were several people present at the time. I, my father, Uncle Zhao, Uncle Wang, and Sister Qiao were all staring at the computer in the living room. We were all frightened by the big eyes outside the window. After a long time, Uncle Zhao was verifying his conjecture. Let us carefully recall the situation at that time… He asked me if I was stared at by big eyes at that time, and he asked other people, and we realized that although everyone was from a different angle, they were different from each other. Looking at the swordsman.

Saying so… At that time, the swordsman locked your position.

I say.

Yes, we must have locked our position at that time. The characteristics of this thing have nothing to do with any external conditions and are not affected by any factors. Although there is a long period of twenty years between us, the “observer” on the swordsman is equal to being observed. The iron law of the violator is still valid.

Topol nodded and continued:

It’s just that this lock is broken.

Interrupted by what? I asked subconsciously.

Uncle Huang, that weasel.

Aspen replied.

Uncle Huang’s sudden appearance attracted the attention of all of us, and we all focused our attention on the weasel, so in the eyes of the swordsman… We seem to have disappeared suddenly, the world has evaporated, after all, we are not in that world. Here, it can’t find us, we were twenty years ago.

Did it try to find you later?

I ask.

must have been looking, we tend to be looking for us at the time.

Aspen replied.

We all sat on the sofa in the living room. The location where the swordsman locked was in the living room, so it did not stay outside the bedroom window, and immediately moved to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room… This is our inference, but I think it should be eight or nine. It’s not far from ten, but the living room in that world is empty, and there is no one. I think the swordsman will also feel inexplicable. It is clearly locked that there are people sitting here, but when I look at it, there is nothing. Most of it is haunted.

Aspen smiled.

So based on this, you designed the final stage of the Dongfanghong Project, using people from 20 years ago as bait to lure Big Eyes into the heart of the nuclear explosion… Teacher Zhao is very keen and insightful.

I say.

He didn’t discover it alone, it was the result of a long discussion among many people.

Aspen shrugged.

and you.

I say.

I didn’t do anything, really, I was carried by them from start to finish.

Topol smiled shyly.

I’m just an ordinary high school student after all, what can an ordinary high school student do? what can be done…

The boy fell silent slowly, his eyes drooping, and in his eyes I saw something sinking there again, so thick that I couldn’t dissolve it, and I suddenly realized what it was.

What can I do?

Topol said softly, turning his head away and looking at the brand new IcR8600 amateur radio on the bookshelf.

If only I could do something.

Even if it can only make a little change, it can make the final result a little bit different from now, a little bit is good, but she is too far, Mr. Tianrui, she is really too far… Twenty years really so far.

Can you understand? She is really far away.

I noticed the weakness and powerlessness of this young man. In the face of the cold and hard time, human emotions are just snowflakes falling on a red-hot iron plate.

My efforts to divert the topic ended in failure, and Topolo returned to the last day of the task he never wanted to face:

We all thought it was safe.

The nuclear bomb was successfully detonated. She only needed to stay in the safe area for a week. When the nuclear explosion area was safe, she could arrive at the first base without any hassle.

But less than 12 hours after the nuclear detonation…she reconnected with us.

Topol’s body suddenly tensed. ]

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The day after the nuclear explosion.

January 3rd at 8pm.

Bai Yang is listening to channel 14255 as usual. He does not expect to get in touch with the eldest lady. According to the normal plan, the girl should stay in the safe area now.

There was only zizi la la noise in the channel, and the earphones were full of meaningless murmurs from the universe. The thought of listening to such ancient gods’ whispers for seven days made Bai Yang really mad. Come back girl soon-

As if the ancient gods really heard his appeal, the noise level in the earphones suddenly increased, and then quickly disappeared, and the girl’s vague voice was separated from the noise:

“BG…anyone? Is there…anyone?”

Topol sat up straight.

“This is BG4MXH! Is that you, Miss? Please reply!”

He pressed his hand and shouted, both surprised and surprised.

The other party paused for a few seconds, and then replied loudly, and the voice was both pleasantly surprised and frightened.

“Yes…it’s me! BG! B…hear me? Hear…it…they’ve come down from the sky.”

(end of this chapter)