Manual of Space-Time Interference

Huang Zhenguo smiled at Dialect, picked up the book wrapped in white paper on the table, opened the first page, Professor Huang looked at Dialect in surprise.

"Professor, look at it." Fang Yan smiled bitterly. Now he can't look back. Maybe since he made the decision, he never thought about looking back.

Looking at Dialect's clear and firm eyes, Huang Zhenguo suppressed the surprise in his heart and continued to flip through the book. The more he looked down, the heavier his brows became.

These two books are books about physics brought back by the dialect from the future. They are filled with a lot of advanced scientific theories. At the same time, there are also a lot of time marks and pictures of the future...

Huang Zhenguo's surprise became heavier and heavier. In his eyes, all the physical theories in the book are an extension of modern physics. Although some things are contrary to the current theories, the more he looks, the more feasible these theories are. higher.

Among them, there are also a lot of things that have been researched, but they are all in the confidentiality regulations. At the same time, the pictures and the time marked above make Huang Zhenguo very puzzled.

Closing the book in his hand, Huang Zhenguo picked up another book and turned the pages, still the same advanced theory, the same pictures and time.

Huang Zhenguo put the two books on the table with a dignified expression, looked at Dialect, and asked seriously, "Do you have any other books?"

Dialect looked at Professor Huang Zhenguo, nodded, and showed the dozen or so books left in his backpack.

"Hush!"

Rao is that Huang Zhenguo has experienced countless things in his life, but now he is also taking a deep breath. He just asked tentatively, but he did not expect to get such a result.

"Put these things away." Professor Huang said seriously to the dialect. He has now realized the seriousness of this matter. No matter where these things in the dialect came from, this is very important for the current Huaxia Lai Say, it is an opportunity to rise.

"Xiao Chen, you can go back now." Huang Zhenguo said to his nanny, and then said solemnly to the security captain: "Xiao Li, now I give you a task to bring all the security team over and load live ammunition. , surrounded this house."

"Yes." The security captain stood up straight, replied to Professor Huang, and then began to instruct the brothers of his security team on the walkie-talkie.

At this moment, the dialect is stunned. Although he knows that Professor Huang Zhenguo is so serious because of these things he brought, for ordinary him, things like "live ammunition" are enough to shock him.

After doing all this, Huang Zhenguo looked at the dialect again and said, "You go to the study with me, I have some questions to ask you."

Hearing Professor Huang Zhenguo's words, Dialect came back to his senses, quickly put everything on the table into his backpack, and followed Professor Huang into the study on the second floor.

…

"Sit over there and wait." Professor Huang turned on the light in the study, pointed to the chair beside Dialect and said, then he walked to the front of a bookshelf, removed the book in front, and an electronic keyboard was exposed. .

Entering the password, a hole opened in the wall. Huang Zhenguo took out a bulky mobile phone and dialed the number on the back of the phone.

"I'm Huang Zhenguo, please help me get in touch with Director Yan..."

Dialect put his backpack aside and watched Professor Huang Zhenguo finish the phone call. Because of his physical strength, he also heard some things. For example, there will be a national security and military team coming here.

"Dialect classmate, do you have anything else besides these things?" Huang Zhenguo sat down opposite Dialect and asked seriously.

Looking up at Professor Huang Zhenguo with a dignified face, he nodded his head in dialect and said, "There is also an electric car engine and a few high carbon-absorbing plants."

"Where?" Huang Zhenguo looked at the dialect sharply.

"Jingxuan villa area, building 9, a room on the second floor, packed in a backpack, that is my brother's villa." Dialect replied.

Huang Zhenguo took out the phone again and dialed it.

"Director Yan, Jingxuan Villa, Building 9, a backpack in a room on the second floor, send someone to bring it back..."

Looking at the bulky phone in Huang Zhenguo's hand, Dialect knew that it should be a satellite phone with confidentiality.

Huang Zhenguo hung up the phone. Seeing that his face still had the green dialect on his face, his tone became kinder again. He asked, "Dialect classmate, can you tell me where these things come from?"

When Dialect heard this question, he fell silent. Looking at his expression, Huang Zhenguo thought he had something to hide, and said kindly, "It's okay, if you don't want to say it, forget it."

Dialect shook his head, he knew that he would still have to say something later, and it would be nothing to say something now, so he looked at Huang Zhenguo and said, "Professor Huang, do you think supernatural events exist, or time travel."

"It exists, it doesn't exist." Huang Zhenguo looked at the dialect and said,

"Many supernatural events cannot be explained based on our modern scientific theories, so we will say that they are supernatural events. When technology reaches a certain level, then these supernatural events will become natural events."

Dialect nodded, and then said, "If I said that I had time travel, Professor, would you believe it?"

"Wormhole?"

"No." Dialect returned, and after thinking about what to say next, he continued,

"It's not a wormhole, it's my time travel. I will travel through every month at 5:00 a.m. on the 28th, no matter where I am, and it's not a specific time and space. For example, I traveled to the Qing Dynasty for the first time. , the second Three Kingdoms period…”

Dialect stopped, and reason told him that he should not continue speaking, not to mention the watch in Cao Cao's tomb.

"Can I say that I sold the watch in Cao Cao's tomb?" Dialect finally decided to say it. He couldn't bury this matter in his heart for the rest of his life.

Cao Cao's tomb? watch? Huang Zhenguo laughed when he looked at the relieved dialect in front of him.

"Student Dialect, do you know what that watch is? It's just for the news to attract attention. That tomb is not Cao Cao's tomb, and the watch-like thing is just an iron funerary object."

Dialect was stunned for a while. Looking at Professor Huang Zhenguo in front of him, he was a little stunned. Didn't netizens say that Cao Cao bought a watch last year? Also found some unofficial history...

In fact, on the Internet of Modern China, many novel news are half true and half false. On the one hand, it is for the attention, and on the other hand, it is also for the number of clicks.

And when a news becomes popular, other media parties will repost it one after another. In the end, no one knows how much the news is true...

Professor Huang looked at him with a smile and shook his head. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com said, "You can't change the present by changing the past. Let's ignore whether the news is true or false, and you can continue."

"Because Cao Cao bought a piece last year... No, Cao Cao's tomb."

Dialect subconsciously prepared to say that Cao Cao bought a watch last year, and found that the highly respected Professor Huang Zhenguo was sitting opposite him. He glanced at the old man in front of him with a guilty conscience. Huang Zhenguo smiled and motioned him to continue.

"So when I crossed for the third time, I chose a virgin forest and didn't do anything. These things were brought back when I crossed for the fourth time. That era was 2103, a world with excessive greenhouse effect. Or the end of the greenhouse."

Dialect pointed to his backpack, then took out a book from it, handed it to Huang Zhenguo, and said, "This is the history of that era starting in 2000."

When Huang Zhenguo heard about the end of the greenhouse, he already realized something, but when he really read this history book, he realized that he underestimated the harm of the greenhouse effect.

…

The sound of braking came from outside the villa, and at the same time, a lot of footsteps sounded, and after a while, it became silent again.

Huang Zhenguo raised his head, sighed, looked at the dialect and said, "I don't know if these are the real future, but I don't want it to be our future."

"Pack up, let's go." Huang Zhenguo stood up, his originally straight back was a little crooked in Dialect's eyes, it was a crook that was suppressed by responsibility and the state.

Dialect stood up, put everything in his backpack, and went out with Professor Huang Zhenguo.

He knew that from now on, his life would take a different trajectory...