"I said," Isabella frowned slightly, "let me go to this real yàn, Lydia still has to take care of Sophie, doesn't she?" ”

"You still have to go to the front line, what if something happens and the front line is vacant?"

Lin Youde shook his head: "And this is really not dangerous, there is no need to worry." ”

"If it's not dangerous, you can let me come, right?"

Lin Youde, who was defeated by the first army, was speechless for a while, and at this time, Lydia's voice came from behind: "No problem, although I am not very good on the battlefield, I am not lost to ordinary gods in other aspects." What Miss Isabella can do, I can do. ”

"No, I'm not suspecting that you can't do it, I just think you still have children to bring...... It's better for the child to drink milk from Shenji's mother at first......"

"Please, most of the gods grew up drinking the milk of ordinary women." Lin Youde reminded Isabella.

Isabella's expression looked a little embarrassed: "This ...... I mean, of course, it's better to have the milk of the god to drink, and it's good for the growth of the little one! Yes, growth is good! ”

As soon as Isabella finished speaking, the scientist who was debugging the machine in the middle of the test site looked up and reported in a loud voice: "The preparation here has been completed, and it can start at any time." ”

"Then I'll go." Lydia said and approached Lin Youde, kissed Lin Youde on the cheek, and then turned around and walked towards the machine with slow steps.

It was December 22, 1940, and humanity was reaching out into the realm of God.

**

University of Pennsylvania, USA.

Howard, director of the Magic Science Institute? Stark is awakened from his sleep by the ringing of the phone.

"Hey, if it weren't for the beautiful woman asking me out to shoot, I would have hung up." He said impatiently into the receiver.

The next moment, the elder spent, who had been falling asleep at any moment, sat up like a spring, and his head hit the top bunk of the bunk bed.

"Damn!" He scolded and covered his head and got out of bed, then tapped the top bunk full of books with the telephone receiver, and then continued to put the earpiece to his ear, "It's okay, a little bit of getting up." You say subspace quakes? On how large? Such a high reading? Could it be a device failure? Then check again and do it before I arrive. ”

After saying that, Howard hung up the phone and began to get dressed in a hurry, but accidentally kicked on the stool, he let out a scream and bent down in pain, but he immediately suppressed the pain, continued to dress, and ran out of the door after a while.

Twenty minutes later, Howard rushed to the Magic Science Institute at the University of Pennsylvania, and as soon as he entered the door, he felt an unusual atmosphere, almost everyone had already arrived at the institute, including the core scientists who usually didn't get together. The authorities in the field of magic science in the United States gathered to talk about what had just happened.

"How's it going?" Howard immediately joined the scientists' clique, and while he was questioning, he hurriedly put his white coat on himself.

"There was indeed a sub-space earthquake, and we are calculating the coordinates of the main diffusion source of the space earthquake," the deputy director who answered Howard's question shook his head, "The guys from the Computer Research Institute have just arrived from the dormitory now, and it will take a while for the big guy to start, and we are now using human hands to do the preliminary calculations in order to reduce the complexity of the calculations." ”

"Is our instrument okay? Is that magnitude reading really okay? ”

"No problem," someone immediately replied, "this is the largest spacequake we've recorded since we started observing subspace, and IMHO, I don't think it's a natural occurrence just by looking at that number." The difference from the series we have observed in the past is too great, and from a statistical point of view, the number recorded this time is already at the extreme end of the normal distribution curve that we have established from the past number jù, which is an out-and-out small probability event. ”

"You mean, it's possible that this is artificial?" Howard frowned, sensing that things weren't easy.

"But who else but us knows enough about subspace to cause a space quake? Germans? But we had previously received the theory of the Germans from the British, didn't they go in the wrong direction? ”

Howard pondered for a moment.

"No," he shook his head, "even if we had the existing theories, we wouldn't have caused that kind of space tremor, because there was no point in anything other than wasting energy...... If the current space quake was really made by the Germans, then it can only be understood that this is a by-product of the real yàn they carried out, can you imagine what kind of real yàn it is? ”

Howard looked around at his peers, and the scientists looked at each other, and no one answered.

"Yes, we can't imagine what kind of real yàn it is, and in our theoretical system, it is not necessary to have a real yàn that can cause such a subspace vibration. If this is really the work of the Germans, it can only be understood that they have made progress according to their own theories, and in their conception of the imaginary space, this real yàn is necessary. ”

"That theory is just nonsense," the mathematician Thomas shook his head, "and it's ridiculous to create a space corresponding to imaginary numbers." ”

"Yes, if that space corresponds to all imaginary numbers, then it can't be connected to our space at all, and the Germans' theory is decisive."

"While they might have made it easier to do all sorts of calculations related to the world over there, ......"

Scientists chimed in.

Howard frowned as he watched the crowd exchanging views on the "whimsical" theoretical system of the Germans, and only after a moment suddenly came to say: "There is another possibility, and that is that we were wrong." ”

"It's impossible, all of our existing theories can support our theories, and the magic armor designed according to our theories is quite good on the battlefield."

"yes." Howard nodded, and just as he was about to say something more, the megaphone rang: "Dr. Stark, please come to the master control room, Dr. Stark, please come to the master control room." ”

"Looks like the big guy has calculated the results." The deputy director said.

"Let's go, let's see." Howard turned around and walked towards the control room.

As soon as we entered the door of the control room, a researcher reported: "The Computer Research Institute has just fed back to us the results of calculations, the source of diffusion is in the range from central to eastern Europe, the circular probability error is 300 kilometers, and the center of the circle is roughly near Potsdam. ”

"Germans." Howard pouted, "Pick me up at the White House." ”