Hannibal wasn't a helpless scientist, he looked like George. Clooney, like Indiana Jones in skill and courage, the M1911 pistol in the hands of the hitch does not create much of a deterrent, and he temporarily succumbs only to paralyze the opponent.

"I can do it, but you can't put a gun at me, because I'm afraid, and fear can lead to mistakes." Hannibal said these words calmly, and the hedge was fooled, and turned the muzzle of the gun to the assistant, and at this moment, Hannibal struck out, grabbed the wrist of the hedge with lightning speed, and the guard outside the door rushed in, and slammed the heavy walnut butt of the rifle at the back of the post's head, and the stake lay down softly.

A basin of cold water was poured on the face of the tethered post, he woke up, and found that he was chained to the turret, not far away Ji Yuqian cried and said with a sad face: "It's over, there is no afterthought." ”

"I should have shot him." The pillar was very frustrated, he wanted to save Liu Yanzhi too much, so he lost the courage to break the boat, but lost.

Hannibal walked over and looked at them with great sympathy: "Two things, gentlemen, first of all, congratulations on being part of the Rainbow Project, and second, you are saying goodbye to this world, and where to go, I honestly don't know. ”

Ji Yuqian said: "Can you let us understand what this device can do to people?" ”

Hannibal said: "Although the most taboo thing in Hollywood movies is to speak at length at the end, I still want to give you a popular science, this is a rough, rudimentary, immature time tunnel device, its only function is to strip the human soul from the body, technically speaking, it can also be called death, but some people will become crazy, in the Chinese saying that the three souls and seven souls are lost half, do you understand?" ”

Ji Yuqian laughed: "Co-authoring is to use a strong magnetic field to make people fools." ”

The leash stubble and said, "Fei Na Qiang, split his head with a stick, and he will still become a fool." ”

Guan Lu couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth: "Yankees just take off their pants and fart, it's too much." ”

Hannibal maintained an elegant gentlemanly demeanor and explained kindly: "No, no, no, no, it is not what you imagined, it is a very forward-looking experiment, your sacrifice and contribution will be remembered in the history of human development, and the mortality rate of this experiment is not 100 percent, there are still people who can come back, I wish you some luck, well, see you later, ladies, gentlemen." ”

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Liu Yanzhi, who witnessed the tragic scene, went straight into a state of madness, he didn't believe that he was dead, he wanted to change all this, he wanted to turn history upside down, but a wandering spirit couldn't do anything, not even to stop others from taking his son away.

Liu Yanzhi rushed straight into the sky with a sense of resentment, and flew into the air with a swish, overlooking the devastated San Francisco, the black smoke rose to the sky, and another house collapsed, he couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and resolutely flew towards the direction of the Pacific Ocean, he wanted to return to Cuiwei Mountain, return to the baseline time and space, and find a way to recover his body, so as to rescue his wife and children.

The vast ocean is boundless, Liu Yanzhi flew over the Pacific Ocean with a single thought, his body is not an entity, but a cloud of consciousness, so the speed is super fast, when he stopped and looked at his feet, it was still San Francisco in the earthquake, it was still black smoke in the sky, a house collapsed, Liu Yan was stunned for a moment, and then understood something, he inadvertently glimpsed the ultimate mystery of time, he didn't understand the theory of relativity, but he knew one thing, as long as the speed was fast enough, he could catch up with time.

Liu Yanzhi tried to fly westward again, strictly speaking, he was no longer flying, but teleporting, teleporting counterclockwise around the earth at the speed of light, the circumference of the equator was only 40,000 kilometers, and the distance between the latitudes of San Francisco in the northern hemisphere was even shorter, which was a flick of his fingers for him.

When I accidentally turned too much, and when I stopped again, San Francisco was still a wild place under my feet, with no trace of the city, only two fortresses built by the Spaniards, wooden fences, high wooden lookout towers, and soldiers with flintlock pistols looking warily inland.

This was probably the middle of the 18th century, when Upper California was a Spanish colony, and then Mexico became a Mexican territory, and it was nearly a hundred years later, after the Mexican-American War, that it became an American territory, and then gold mines were discovered, and countless people flocked to it, which gave rise to the name San Francisco.

Liu Yanzhi changed the direction, teleported clockwise, this time he silently recited the time in his heart, controlling the number of circles, after countless adjustments, this countless times may be 10,000 times, or 100,000 times, for those who have mastered the fourth dimension, time can be squandered at will, just like the water of the Pacific Ocean is inexhaustible, in short, Liu Yanzhi finally grasped the law and moved to the moment before the San Francisco earthquake broke out on April 18, 1906.

San Francisco is silent in the wee hours of the morning, dawn is breaking in the east, the morning sun is enveloping the city, the gas lights have gone out in the streets, the wheels of the wagons delivering milk have run over the asphalt roads, and the hard-working Chinese in Chinatown have begun their busy day, especially those who run laundries.

Lin Sukai's laundry hangs a Chinese signboard with beautiful handwriting, which should be written by Lin Su, who is proficient in piano and chess calligraphy and painting: Yanzhi Laundry. Liu Yanzhi immediately understood that Lin Su was looking for her husband's whereabouts in this way, but unfortunately her efforts were in vain, and the people in the spring boudoir dream did not belong to this era at all.

Laundry is a very hard industry, there was no washing machine at the beginning of the twentieth century, all by hand washing, Westerners' clothes need to be washed and ironed, the procedure is much more cumbersome than simple washing, Chinese laundry is everywhere, relying on price competition, this small profit is thin, a lot of clothes have to be washed every day, Lin Su can only do it himself, get up early every day to work, in order to earn a living for himself and his son.

Although she has lived in the United States for six years, Lin Su still wears Chinese clothes and Chinese hairstyles, and looks the same as when she met at the beginning of the year, but she has become much more resolute in doing things, she is in the kitchen to make breakfast, omelette bacon and milk, and after finishing it, she pedaled upstairs, picked up a fat boy, and educated her son in a familiar Beijing official dialect with a slight Hunan accent: "Eat quickly, finish eating and studying." ”

The son sat at the dinner table, sleepy-eyed, absentmindedly eating the omelette, and complained bitterly after two bites: "Mother, I don't want to study today." ”

Lin Su straightened his face and said: "Shut up, don't eat or sleep, and don't talk when eating." ”

The son was silent, pouting, and after eating breakfast, Lin Su took the book to test him, the little boy turned his hands behind his back, and Lang Lang recited the surnames of the hundred families catchyly: "Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou Wu, Zheng Wang...... The end of the hundred family names. ”

"Okay, not a word is wrong, my mother will reward you, write English below, from one to hundred."

Liu Yanzhi floated in mid-air and watched the mother's every move, almost melted by this warm scene, suddenly he thought of the impending earthquake, his heart became restless, and he floated to the table, wanting to pick up a pen and paper to write to remind Lin Su, but at this time he had become more transparent, and he couldn't even hold the pen.

"Lin Su, I'm here, it's me." Liu Yanzhi tried to hug Lin Su, but he passed by, he was just a wisp of soul that was getting weaker and weaker, and he couldn't have any contact and communication with people.

Relatives are close at hand, but they can't communicate, Liu Yan is in pain, but what is even more painful is that he can't even choose to die, he is just a consciousness, not a real person.

The earthquake still happened, Lin Su was alert to the danger, and hurriedly asked his son to go out to stand on the street, but he went upstairs again, Liu Yanzhi followed behind and shouted silently, telling her to flee for her life, Lin Su couldn't hear it, she ran upstairs, dragged out the suitcase from under the bed, took out the soft box, and hurriedly went downstairs, only to find that her son was back again.

"Mother, it's dark outside, I'm afraid." The son said.

The house had begun to shake violently, Lin Su didn't care about reprimanding his son, he pulled his son and rushed to the door, and suddenly a beam fell down, hitting the top of her head, Lin Su pushed her son out with all his strength a second before he fell unconscious.

Liu Yanzhi's eyes were blurred with tears, but he still saw it clearly, the earth of San Francisco shook like waves, and countless houses collapsed in an instant, which was a catastrophe of life and death, a disaster of the century.

In the next few hours, Liu Yanzhi accompanied his son at the door of the collapsed laundry, until rescuers arrived, the wooden house has a little advantage over the brick structure is that it is light and easy to rescue, everyone rescued Lin Su from the rubble, probed the nose, and ran out of breath for a long time, someone found a piece of cloth to cover Lin Su, and the money box in her hand also fell into the hands of others, the person opened the box, took the dollar, and threw the box on the ground, and a photo flew out, which was a group photo of Liu Yanzhi and Lin Su in the photo studio on Shanghai Road.

The next thing is the scene that Liu Yanzhi once saw, his son was taken away, his wife's body was collected and buried, he couldn't stand it anymore, he had to recover his body.

Liu Yanzhi took to the air again and set out along the timeline, aiming for the early morning of October 28, 1943, at the Navy Yard on the East Coast, on the banks of the Delaware River in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

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At the Philadelphia Navy Yard, on the deck of the destroyer, the hapless people who crossed the group were firmly tied to iron chains, watching in horror as the huge and ugly pre-industrial tube instruments were energized, all kinds of colored light bulbs flickered, electric sparks crackled, and the hands of hundreds of dashboards in the control room pointed to the end.

Green smoke filled the air, and the Marines on guard withdrew beyond the security line.

When death came, everyone was already desperate, not struggling or scolding, only hoping that they could resist the radiation of the super magnetic field, as Hannibal said.

Suddenly, Liu Yan, who was already stiff on the deck, moved straight.

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