Although it was twelve o'clock at noon, Xiao Si was afraid that these pirates would run around on the island and see something flawed. www.biquge.info He found a lot of poker, mahjong, and some electronic gambling equipment, such as roulette, and he didn't know what to do here. Two skeet launchers were also installed, the kind used in the Olympic shooting competitions, where pirates could compete in marksmanship, which was also a gambling sport and was very popular.

Set up tables and chairs in the central square of the island and place hammocks. All kinds of fruits, snacks, wine, beer, beef and mutton, and sashimi are served like water. Except for the lack of women here, there are quite a lot of other tricks.

Now, these pirates were happy, they had to eat and play, they threw off the fatigue and tension of the past few days, and enjoyed themselves to the fullest.

It can be seen that the owner of Xiaosi Island still has a very good way. The key is not to stick to the orders of the superiors to do things, but to think about doing things better. This is the quality that a competent subordinate needs to have, and a person with this quality has the opportunity to be promoted. Of course, this is an opportunity for the kind of people who eat on their own.

Yuan Qidong didn't go crazy with the pirates, he dodged Yelena, Charry Bear and Lockney, and lay quietly on the beach by a coconut grove, rare and clean.

It's far enough from the central square that you can't hear the bustling voices, only the scorching heat of the sun filters through the leaves and dapples down on you. The temperature is very high, and if there is no sea breeze, the humid atmosphere will turn this place into a sauna.

For Yuan Qidong, these days are a magical experience, experiencing wandering on the edge of life and death, and now lying on the warm and even hot sand, giving people the feeling of coming home, as if this is the most comfortable place in the world.

This holiday completely exceeded Yuan Qidong's expectations, I didn't expect it to be so exciting and thrilling.

Recently, Yuan Qidong felt that his thinking had entered a bottleneck, and he was a little powerless to further reveal the mystery of the black hole. That's when I thought of taking a vacation for myself, relaxing completely, doing something I didn't have time to do before, and going to some places in my memory.

Since completing the research work on 500-ton micro-black holes and perfecting the theory of non-material fields, he has determined his research direction to the practical use of micro-black holes.

He intuitively felt that the development and utilization of micro-black holes may be a starting point and a milestone for the future scientific and technological progress of mankind, and if mankind misses it, it will be an incomparably huge loss, and mankind will continue to grope in the dark for countless centuries.

Theoretically, the space-time system of the black hole world is completely different from the real world, and the space-time dimension inside the black hole may be higher, perhaps four-dimensional or five-dimensional.

Compared with the outside world, the flow of time inside the black hole is slower, perhaps it is inaccurate to say that it is slower, it should be said that it is basically stagnant, that is, the wonderful world outside has undergone great changes, and has experienced hundreds of millions of years of time cycles, but inside the black hole, it is just a cup of hot tea.

Unfortunately, these are all hypotheses of Yuan Qidong, and to quantitatively describe these hypotheses, a large number of experiments are required, and these experiments need to be carried out in space. Although Yuan Qidong can mobilize huge financial and material resources, there are times when they are exhausted, and it is impossible to exceed the limits of human scientific and technological capabilities. Being able to complete experiments related to the theory of immaterial fields is already the greatest effort he can make.

Yuan Qidong doesn't want to think about the use of micro-black holes anymore, now, many conditions are not yet mature, it can also be said that the development of human science and technology has not yet reached the level of being able to use micro-black holes, but in the future Yuan Qidong still wants to try hard.

There is a more important and practical problem here, which is that since micro-black holes are to be used, they need to be brought to Earth. How to transport and preserve it gave Yuan Qidong a headache.

They obtained the physical object of the micro-black hole at the Gamma 15 space base, that is, the micro-black hole was made in space, and the current technology can only be made in space.

To bring this kind of thing back to Earth is basically an impossible task. Because it weighs 500 tons, although it is only the size of a needle tip, and God knows what will happen if something so heavy were allowed to fall from space to Earth.

Even if you try to get it back, how to hold such a thing in place is a problem, and no device has the strength to hold such a dense substance.

Imagine if we held it in our hands, it would fall directly through the palm of your hand, and you would only feel a slight pain like a pinprick in your hand. If it falls to the ground, it will disappear and sink directly into the earth's crust, and the chances of finding it again are very small, and even if you do, what can you do with it?

In space, there are no such problems, it is weightless, floating in the air, and you can also take advantage of its high density to control it with gravitational claws to complete various experiments.

Yuan Qidong put aside the problem of the micro-black hole, and instead immersed his thoughts in the various adventures of this holiday, first the magical fortune-telling of the old Taoist Qianzi, although he didn't know how to calculate, he looked good. His prediction sounded quite reasonable, and it also aroused Yuan Qidong's mind, and he had the opportunity to explore it carefully.

Then there was the terrifying aging experiment, which made Yuan Qidong feel palpitations, this kind of experiment, only a madman would do. However, there is a disadvantage to everything, there is a benefit, it can urge people to age, there is a way to return people to youth, this is more worth studying, and there is a chance to be on the agenda.

There is also the magical Tang knife, which can make the environment around it in a state of weightlessness, and this usable value is even greater, and it may be the key to making the micro-black hole practical. But how does it work? Why has this kind of thing never been discovered before? Since it is something left over from ancient times, why hasn't there been any written record?

It is said that it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read 10,000 books, and it is true.

It's just that after trekking for more than ten days at will, he found so many problems, all of them are so interesting, and they are all so attractive, so that Yuan Qidong doesn't know which one to study first, it seems that it's time to go back, he can't wait, and as soon as the matter here is over, he will go home.

Just when Yuan Qidong was deep in thought and fell asleep, a cold thing hit his head. With his subconscious perception of danger, Yuan Qidong suddenly woke up from his own world and opened his eyes.

"You scoundrel, you're hiding."

Yang Siyu's delicate face appeared in front of him, and he clenched a handful of the latest model of the Sky Wolf Saker in both hands. This gun was picked up by Yuan Qidong from Hesse and handed it to her for self-defense. The body of the gun is much larger than that of ordinary pistols, and the rigid lines and cold metallic luster make it look cold and domineering. From a design point of view, this style of gun is more suitable for men, but it is a different kind of charm in Yang Siyu's hands.

Seeing Yuan Qidong open his eyes, Yang Siyu continued: "Do you know how many times you have almost killed us in the past two days?" ”

"Isn't that necessary, aren't we fine? Well, I'll give you a big lobster in a moment. Being pointed at at gunpoint like this, Yuan Qidong was also scared, and immediately relented.

"I'm going to beat you to death. I don't have to worry about following you. Yang Siyu pouted and roared, not tempted by the big lobster.

Yuan Qidong said: "If it can make you happy, you can fight." ”

Yang Siyu held the gun tighter, and pressed the barrel of the gun tightly against Yuan Qidong's forehead. She was originally standing beside Yuan Qidong with her bent over, but now she slowly squatted down, then raised one leg and straddled Yuan Qidong's body at once, leaned forward, and the barrel of the gun was pressed harder, pressing Yuan Qidong's slightly raised head back to the beach. Then with a snap, the insurance was opened.

"You bastard, do you think I wouldn't dare? If there are any last words, say them quickly. ”

"Hey, hey, let's not play like this, the insurance is open." She was so scared, even though she knew she was scaring herself. This tiger girl has killed people, fired a gun or something, and there is really no psychological shadow.

"Bang." Yang Siyu's mouth made the sound of shooting.

Yuan Qidong was frightened and trembled, this is a conditioned reflex. Just kidding, who isn't afraid, no matter how bold they are, they're scared, this is a real guy.

"Scared, I thought you weren't afraid of anything. Giggles. Yang Siyu smiled, smiled and laughed, threw the gun, covered his face, and cried bitterly.

Yuan Qidong was angry, and he stretched out his hand, intending to slap her ass a few times. When she cried like this, she stopped and pressed her waist.

He knew that Yang Siyu had been suppressed by fear for too long, and he was suddenly relieved and wanted to find a way to vent, but this way of venting was a bit special, too scary.

Yang Siyu writhed while crying, which made Yuan Qidong feel very ambiguous, the place where she was sitting was already very sensitive, and it made him react in such a flash.

But Yang Siyu didn't notice it at all, and continued to cry wow, crying more and more, like a little girl who had been bullied, grinning widely, snot and tears dripping, making Yuan Qidong's belly wet.

Yuan Qidong didn't know how to persuade her, his hands around her waist, comforting her, thinking about what to say to make her happy, but as a result, Yang Siyu fell into his arms and cried even more violently, so that Yuan Qidong couldn't say a word.

After a while, Yang Siyu stopped crying, one hand supported Yuan Qidong's sturdy chest full of muscles and corners, and the other hand wiped the tears on his face, and laughed out loud.

Yuan Qidong was stunned by her like this. The girl's face became faster than the high-speed train, but I knew she was fine.