Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

The sound of fingers flicking on the table was unusually loud in this silent hall. Yan Hongchang stared at the electronic clock next to him, and gently clasped the table as the seconds beat on it.

"Finally make sure, how are the preparations in all aspects?"

"It's ready!"

Ling Ya replied, silently watching the remaining 5 minutes countdown on the big screen in front of her.

The atmosphere, more and more tense, filled the silent war room.

On the 28th of every month, from 5:00 am to 3:00 pm, is the most tense time for the wingspan team, whether it is Yan Hongchang or the rest of the team...

The end came gradually, and the last five-minute countdown was slowly becoming a bottleneck.

"Locate! Set up communication! Prepare the emergency team!"

"I haven't found the location information of the dialect, so I can't establish communication with him!" The staff in front replied, pressing his fingers on the keyboard.

Listening to Yan Hongchang, he also stood up, walked to Ling Ya's side, and quietly looked at the location map on the screen.

5 minutes……

10 minutes……

half an hour...

"Unable to locate, unable to establish communication!" The staff turned around and replied.

"Wait, tell me the result after 6 hours." Yan Hongchang said, pressing his temples, then turned around and sat on the chair again, supporting his forehead with his hands.

There was no positioning information, and no external communication connection came in. Only the sound of hitting the keyboard was left in the entire hall.

Time passed slowly, and Yan Hongchang's heart began to become heavier and heavier.

For them in the main time and space, once this happens, it means that there must be an unknown and dangerous situation in the dialect.

Life or death, 50% each!

There is also the possibility of surviving, but it cannot be located, which means that Dialect has no materials brought from the main time and space, because the locator is arranged in it.

At the same time, the inability to establish communication also means that he has arrived at a place inaccessible, or in other words, there is no human connection at all, the Amazon primeval forest, the African grassland, the desert...

And if death...

Yan Hongchang shook his head, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.

For those who have reached their status, the greatest significance of dialect time travel is that in addition to bringing back various technological products from the future, what is more important is the information he brings back...

Whether dialects die in the past or in the future, for them, they have lost a means of peeking into future developments.

And more importantly, they cannot predict the future. If the dialect dies in the future, then the disasters that will occur in the future cannot be avoided, such as Resident Evil, the Mechanical Era, or even more serious and terrifying disasters.

Although at the end, there is still a minimal possibility that has been analyzed, that is, the time travel rules of the dialect have changed for more than ten days, but the probability of this happening is too small...

"Team leader, there is still no result."

Ling Ya turned her head and said to Yan Hongchang. At the same time, the clock slowly reached 9 o'clock in the evening.

"Face comparisons are carried out to investigate, do what you can, do your best, and don't give up."

Yan Hongchang sighed, said slowly and firmly, then got up from his chair and walked into his office.

The dinner sitting next to me didn't move a single bite...

……

"Acridine! Acridine! Acridine!"

At a distance of 12,000 kilometers from the base of the wingspan team, a seabird stood on a rock and made a strange call. Its small eyeballs fixedly stared at a bird on the beach in the distance. silhouette.

"Wow..."

The sea water tirelessly attacked the sandy beach, hitting the figure, and then retreating weakly...

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

A burst of coughing sounded abruptly, the figure's back began to twitch involuntarily, and a trace of water, mixed with a little scarlet color, slowly flowed down the corner of the figure's mouth.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Along with the constant coughing, his eyelids began to shake slightly, slowly and gradually, until finally, they slowly opened, with a sense of confusion and powerlessness.

I am, where is it?

He thought about it, coughed a few times again, and was about to pat it with his right hand, but he sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Yaya!"

A cry came, and the seabird looked at the awake figure in front of it, stroked its head with its wings, and finally fluttered its wings and flew into the distance.

"I am, Dialect!"

He murmured in a dazed voice. Through the pain, he slowly woke up and turned around. His eyes gradually became brighter, and the original hesitation and confusion disappeared instantly.

The sea breeze is blowing gently, only a shadow of the seabirds in the distance is left, and the sea in front of you is as boundless as ever...

"I'm not dead yet..."

Dialect turned over with difficulty, lay on the beach, looked at the bright sun in the sky and murmured softly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the sea water continued to extend up the beach, hitting his The body brought a coolness, and then slowly contracted.

The thoughts returned to his brain, and the feeling of weakness and pain also spread along his limbs. His right arm was paralyzed aside, showing an irregular situation. There was a burst of heart-wrenching pain, and the dialect looked up with difficulty, and then hung down weakly.

The left leg and right arm have been fractured, many soft tissue injuries throughout the body, and the hunger and thirst from the body, dialect knows that he must be back, but he does not know the one who was thrown over the Atlantic Ocean. A small island.

But fortunately, not paralyzed...

He thought about it, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, thankful that he had survived the catastrophe.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Dialect patted his chest with his still movable left hand. After a violent cough, he touched the corner of his mouth and stretched it out in front of his eyes. That smear of scarlet was so dazzling under the sun.

Internal injury, trauma, hunger and cold...

Dialect shook his head, disregarding the pain from his body, turned his body over again, looked at the beach in the distance, and dragged his body upwards one by one with his left hand.

Sweat was constantly pouring out of his forehead, his face was flushed red, his lips had been bitten, and pain kept coming...

But in his eyes at the moment, there is only stubbornness, firmness, and that ferocity.

Little Japan didn't kill me, the mechanical reptile didn't kill me, the biochemical virus didn't kill me, and even the giant waves that sank Atlantis didn't kill me!

Then, I, what reason do I have to give up!