Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Sir, how many?"

"Someone is waiting for me!" Hu Ming waved his hand to reject the enthusiastic waiter next to him, walked upstairs, paused in front of the door of a private room, and took a deep breath before pushing Opened the door and walked in.

"coming?"

The dialect at the dinner table raised his head and smiled, then pointed to the seat next to him, "Sit first, and chat while eating."

"Who the **** are you?" Hu Ming sat next to him and asked directly, without any thought to pay attention to the exquisite dishes on the table.

"You are still the same as before, a history teacher. Later, you will go to the supermarket next to you to buy vegetables like you do every day, and then you will go home at night, cook and cook, and then go to bed. Tomorrow Continue to go to school again, you won't appear in the surveillance here." Dialect picked up a piece of fish and said, feeling the delicious taste, nodded involuntarily.

"Is Xiong Benqi you?" Hu Ming asked in a deep voice.

"Kumamoto is me. Of course, I am also called Dialect." Dialect smiled, "I believe you should have heard this name from your father Hu Run's mouth."

"call……"

Hu Ming took a deep breath, watched the dialect in front of him slowly calm down, glanced left and right, and said nothing.

"No one else, no police, no surveillance or anyone listening." Fang Yan smiled in relief, put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then continued, "Your father should have told you. The responsibilities you have when you take over that identity."

Nodding slightly, Hu Ming clearly calmed down, and then he seemed to spit out the depression that had accumulated in his heart for many years, and replied, "What the **** is going on with my father? I always feel that there is a conspiracy? "

"A normal traffic accident, I have investigated it in detail when I came, and there is no doubt about it, and you have not been arrested or questioned so far, which proves that this is a normal traffic accident." Dialect replied.

"How long have you been here?" Hu Ming asked, as if he remembered something, and changed his mind, "Your story is too sci-fi. When my dad told me when I was young, I thought it was a sci-fi story."

"I've been here for a while, and I've been investigating the history of the founding of the country in the past few days." Dialect replied, pondering, but in fact, he only arrived at this time and space yesterday morning.

"Yeah!" Hu Run nodded, but did not continue.

"Don't be nervous." Fang Yan shook his head with a smile, and then put a glass of water in it, just like Hu Ming brought water to Dialect in the afternoon, "Drink two sips of water first and calm down."

"Well, what do you need me to do?" Hu Ming raised his head and asked.

"Is it tiring to carry these things?" Dialect asked abruptly, putting away his hands on the table.

"I hide a secret that is enough to let us destroy the nine clans, how can I not be tired." Hu Ming smiled bitterly, then took a drink from the water glass, and continued, "My dad asked me to cooperate with you fully, whether it's to die or to die. how."

"Then I'll let you die, will you?" Dialect asked in a deep voice, and Hu Ming, who was beside him, raised his head instantly, his eyes were full of surprise, and slowly darkened again.

"Yes!" Hu Ming spit out a word, "I thought that my father adopted me back to inherit this identity, but no matter from which point of view, he is not much kind to me, Hu Fang."

"Yeah." Fang Yan nodded, frowned at Hu Ming, and asked, "You are studying history, so do you know something you don't know on the Internet?"

As if he had said something, Hu Ming's eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "I know a little bit, my dad specially instructed me some things back then. It is said that it was passed down from my grandfather's generation."

"Tell me about it, everything you know." Fang Yan stretched out his hand, then retracted it and pressed it against his chin.

"This is not an accidental rebellion," Hu Ming said. "This rebellion has been planned for at least decades."

"Oh?" Dialect listened, became serious, and said softly, "Ramon, make a record, and monitor the surrounding situation, and notify in time if anyone disturbs."

"clear!"

"Okay, continue."

Dialect raised his hand, Hu Ming took a breath, and continued, "According to my father and my grandfather's investigation, most local officials who echoed the Qin Party at that time had been in office for at least 5 years, and racial public opinion, in fact, There wasn't such a big call at first, but it seemed that someone wanted to make it, and then it was officially announced a year before the rebellion."

"Yeah!" Dialect nodded.

"My grandfather found some doubts about the replacement of the Deep Blue system. His original words are as follows." Hu Ming continued, "The Spark system was designed to facilitate the upper management to control the country for a long time, and at the same time to preserve the earth's civilization. cultural heritage, it was not specifically designed for the intelligence of the spacecraft at the beginning of its design.

As for Deep Blue, it is more like to monitor people, or to monitor society, as a tool for the ruling people to centralize power, so don't expose anything about yourself in any cameras and calls. "

After speaking in one breath, Hu Ming took a sip from the water glass, "If you know my information, then you should know that I was in the police station once because of a fight."

"Yes!" Dialect replied.

"At that time, no one actually called the police, but the police came very quickly, and they came directly from the bureau. It was a small restaurant, there was no surveillance or monitoring, but it happened that someone called at that time, and I just mentioned the earth Civilized Republic." Hu Ming recounted, "And the way of interrogation was very special, but fortunately I used my identity to fool the past."

"What else did you and your father learn?" Fang Yan continued to ask with a frown.

"There's nothing. It's almost broken when it's passed on to me, and I don't want to leave these heavy things to my next generation..." Hu Ming smiled wryly, then shook his head, "If you don't come , maybe there will be no next generation. There are some rumors on it. It seems that after this military parade, the textbook will be revised again. One special point is that we will be pure Blue Star people in the future, and the wind direction will change again. Maybe it will disappear slowly, the next generation, or the next generation, it is estimated that we only know that we are Blue Star people."

Frowning again, Dialect looked at Hu Ming, thinking silently about the meaning of his words.

"By the way, I forgot to mention that the first two generations were actually tyranny, and they were very oppressed. Now they are starting to relax. Perhaps this is also related to the death of the first generation." Hu Ming said. , and then smiled, "The current situation may be described by the situation we least like to face when studying history."

"what?"

"What we are forgetting is our official history!" Hu Ming said firmly, and then exhaled, "It feels much better to say it. I used to hide it for fear that others might know something, but now I am relaxed~www.wuxiaspot. com~ There's nothing else left?" Dialect knocked on the table and said, "You went home just now."

"Oh, yes, there is a USB flash drive!" Hu Ming said suddenly, then took out the USB flash drive and put it in front of Dialect, looking into his eyes, "This is what we have been passing down, the real history. ,all."

"Yeah!" Nodding, Dialect knocked on the table twice, tilted his head and asked, "You don't care what I will tell you to do?"

No response, Hu Ming fell silent. Dialect looked at Hu Ming, who was a little thin in body, with a smell of books, and Hu Ming with a weak smell.

"The dishes are cold." After a long time, the dialect said aloud, pointing to the dishes on the table.

"Then I'll go first!" Hu Ming said in a panic. He got up and walked towards the door. Dialect looked at it, and then turned his eyes to the window, the prosperous shopping mall...

Who is it?

Want to erase our real history...