Manual of Space-Time Interference

Leaning on the green hills, with green water...

Repair the dilapidated wooden house once, replant the back garden with flowers and plants, and then reclaim the farmland on one side.

In this place full of memories and happiness, he sat on the steps in front of the wooden house, leaning against the fence next to him and looking at the tall fruit tree in front of Bazi...

Time is slowly passing by again...

On October 1, three hundred and ninety-five years of the star calendar, he sipped a cup of hot tea, looked at the flying red flag on the light screen, looked at the Monument to the People's Heroes above, looked at the high posture and the firm pace. ...

On March 7th, three hundred and ninety-sixth year of the star calendar, he was sitting on the top of the mountain next to him, looking at the sea of ​​stars above, watching the rising sun rise and shine...

On May 7th, three hundred and ninety-sixth year of the star calendar, he was wearing power armor, thinking about the instructions of his friends in this time and space when he left, feeling a momentary trance, and then slowly regained consciousness.

Ephemeris, September 1987, he accepted the low-key but grand welcome ceremony in this space and time, and boarded a spaceship again, feeling the splendid beauty of the galaxy, and the vigor and vitality of the country.

It was also at this time that he realized that what he had said at the beginning was recorded in the latest textbooks and became the dream of the new generation of Chinese people - returning to Earth.

Returning to the valley again, nothing has changed, including the stove in the house, the flowerbed in the back and the farmland. He was holding a pot of hot tea, sitting in the yard, looking at the world quietly as he had always been. State, looking at the green mountains and rivers.

Ephemeris, February 1st in the 3400th year, a very cold day, there was still heavy snow in the sky, and the world became snow-white, making Blue Star seem more quiet and natural.

There is still no news about the location of the earth. In the vast galaxy, no one can find the star that belongs to us.

This year, the dialect is 72 years old, old, but still able to walk and run...

...

Ephemeris, nine thousand nine hundred and seventy-three years, February 2.

From the moment he saw this date, Dialect felt that he had a feeling, because he came to this world on February 2.

"Still haven't found Earth yet?"

"Unfortunately, sir, the coordinates of the earth have not been found yet."

"..., Ramon, investigate the information and data on the Internet and summarize it for me!" Fang Yan sighed and said, looking at the endless plains and blue sky around him, he slowly sat down on the ground.

He is tired, he wants to go back...

"Sir, there aren't too many unusual circumstances. The current leader is the Huaxia GC Party, which implements the Huaxia Republic system when you left last time, but due to hardware reasons, I can't get more information."

Ramon replied, and the dialect also smiled,

In the past 10,000 years, although the power armor on his body has been repaired many times, it is outdated, or it should be a bunch of old antiques that can still run, but Ramon's intelligence can always keep up with the pace of the times.

"Ramon, call a car for me, hide. I don't want to make a big deal like the previous few times. It's better to be quiet."

The dialect said, lying on the soft ground and opening the mask, feeling the slightest cold wind cutting his face, but he did not close the mask.

"Okay sir, I'm helping you... nourish... nourish..."

"Report the situation?" Dialect asked,

"Discover key technologies!"

"Rebuilding the internal program framework!"

"Ramon?" Dialect frowned slightly.

"The communication module is being rebuilt, the information receiving module is being rebuilt..."

"Zi..."

The internal circulation air-conditioning system suddenly disappeared, and with a gust of cold wind, the dialect couldn't help shivering, and the signal light above the power armor slowly became weak, and began to flash a yellowish signal of standby.

"Ramon, be careful, I don't want to freeze to death here." The breath exhaled from the mouth began to intensify, and then condensed into frost under the cold outside.

"The system restarted successfully!"

The warmth poured into the body again, the dialect's trembling body slowed down, and the slow breathing became stable.

"Executing search..."

"Ramon?" He asked tentatively again, and the dialect stood up, closed the mask and looked at the turbulent flow above the light screen, and did not speak again in silence.

"A variety of key technologies have been searched, and the second sequence conditions are met!"

"A space communication node is being built remotely..."

12.3 million kilometers above the Blue Star, at the headquarters of the Huaxia Interstellar Combat Force, several streams of information quietly poured in, and then disappeared.

"The space communication node has been successfully built and is receiving information!"

In an empty star field, a circular machine that has been floating for nearly ten thousand years finally lit up a little red, and then fell silent again.

"The information has been successfully received, the deciphering is completed, and the direction of sending the information is being located..."

The sound of Ramon's report was constantly echoing in his ears, and the dialect was lying on the ground again. He vaguely understood something, but in the end, he still needed to wait for Ramon to complete the specified sequence of programs.

"Location is successful, the information has been compiled, and it is being sent..."

In the Interstellar Warfare Department, a space communication machine suddenly turned in one direction and returned to its original position after sending a message stream, but it was these short seconds that caused the entire Interstellar Warfare Department to be in chaos...

"Send completed~www.readwn.com~ program execution completed!"

"Ramon?" Dialect asked.

"Hello sir, long time no see."

A familiar voice, an unforgettable memory engraved in my memory, elegant, like an old teacher with glasses...

"Rammons?"

"Sir, I'm not Ramones, I'm just a subroutine that Ramones made based on himself."

A voice knocked down the hope in Dialect's eyes again,

"But sir, as long as you hear my voice, it proves that Mr. Ramones will get in touch with you right away."

In a word, the slightly dim eyes of the dialect were brightened again, he shook his head, looked at the strange and familiar things around him, and smiled again.

"What did you do just now?" Dialect asked.

"According to the program restrictions that Mr. Ramones finally left me, if it is detected that the current level of technology in the world is in line with the estimated situation, it will automatically start a subprogram to build a space communication node with the existing technology, and , to receive positioning information about the Earth."

"What?" Dialect stood up directly.

"In order to prevent you from counter-attacking when the comprehensive strength of civilization is insufficient, Mr. Ramones has set restrictions to lock the positioning information of the earth."

"call……"

Dialect lowered his head and took a deep breath, then raised his head again and kept laughing, with tears in his eyes...

When he was tired, Fang Yan wiped his tears with his hands. Feeling the biting chill, he turned around and picked up the backpack on the ground, and walked slowly into the distance.

"I'll call you Ramon. How about calling a car for me now?"

Under the blue sky, the icy cold is full of green awns, no dark clouds, no heavy snow, only the thriving prosperity that is about to usher in spring...

He knows that he can go back...