Marie Curie was playing a sweater on a chaise longue before forcibly teleporting herself into Nierhold's half-plane.

Her chaise longue sits in the middle of the workshop.

Her workshop was filled with all sorts of ores, all of which shone faintly.

The light fluctuated slowly as Marie Curie's chest rose and fell.

This fluctuation makes people feel that the whole workshop is like a living thing, breathing and pulsating.

This is Marie Curie's workshop, her comfort zone, her lair, her throne.

The equipment in the workshop is all radiated, and even if it's just a picture frame, it looks extremely thick.

Marie Curie was wearing a sweater, and suddenly, her hand stopped.

Because from her youngest daughter, there was a reply from the new titan who had recently become famous.

"The Principle of the World is a left-handed man......" Marie Curie looked up, as if recalling a long, long afternoon in a secret institute in Copenhagen, where everyone gathered around for afternoon tea.

She put a third of her knitted sweater on the table next to her, and put aside a small plate of yarn balls and miscellaneous items on her legs, and stood up.

With staggering steps, she walked to the chest of drawers on the wall of the laboratory and picked up the thick lead-filled picture frame that lay on the cabinet.

Through the frame's thick, radiation-coated glass, Marie Curie stared at the people seated around the yellowed photographs.

"You're finally ...... You've finally founded a school. ”

The ore of the entire workshop lit up at the same time, and the pulsating light that had just existed was gone, and the pure blue light emitted by the chain reaction shone on the entire workshop.

All the ore echoes Marie Curie's violently fluctuating emotions, and every atom in the ore scrambles to fission into other minerals, emitting neutrons, and the energy converted into the lost mass is released in the form of light and radiation.

The pure blue light was the first wave of energy released by this surging chain reaction, and it was the vanguard of the surging energy tide that followed.

The Geiger counter on the edge of the test bench sounded like a drum.

Marie Curie raised a hand and clenched her fist lightly in the air.

All the light dimmed, and the chain reaction that had just started stopped instantly, as if an invisible hand had forcibly inserted into it, tearing off the chain of reaction.

In the workshop where calm had been restored, Marie Curie continued to stare at the yellowed photograph.

"After you disappeared with Copenhagen, I was convinced that you were still alive. But why didn't you come to me immediately after you returned to this world? She whispered, "Have you forgotten?" Or ......"

The old man stopped, and in the workshop behind her, the ores were restless again, radiating a pure blue light......

Marie Curie once again reassured the ores, stopping the chain reaction.

"No, I need to go to the scene to see what's going on."

She whispered, turning and striding towards the door of the workshop.

Out of the workshop, she didn't stop in the cleaning room, ignoring the frenzied clicking of the Geiger counter installed in the corridor outside the cleaning room, and headed straight for the location of the teleportation array.

As soon as she reached the door of the teleportation room, she remembered something, turned and ran back to the lab at a pace that was not appropriate for her age, back to the chest of drawers with the photographs, and bent down to open the bottom drawer.

A pocket watch lay quietly in a drawer, and Marie Curie grabbed it, left the laboratory again, and ran to the teleportation array.

Entering the teleportation array, she positioned her daughter's spatial coordinates and then activated the magic circle.

Neil Hod's half-plane must have a large number of teleportation-blocking devices and circles, but Marie Curie wasn't worried about them at all.

One force to ten meetings, to break the ingenuity has always been a simple, crude and effective approach.

Even if Nilhold's teleportation jamming device can support the transmission of ten times the energy, what about a hundred times? What about a thousand times? As long as you keep increasing the code, you can always break through the defense.

The last thing Marie Curie lacks is energy.

She took a piece of uranium ore from the pocket of her dress and held it tightly in her hand, a blue chain of light immediately leaking through her fingers.

The surging energy was channeled into her magic pool by Marie Curie, and then released in the form of magic power on the magic circle.

The light of the circle became tyrannical, and the lines drawn on the ground that were used to form the circle suddenly rose in temperature, and began to make wisps of green smoke rise from the floor.

The alarm in the teleportation room sounded, echoing the roar of the Geiger counter.

Marie Curie's figure vanished in an intense light.

Her teleportation took a little longer due to the obstruction of the teleportation jammer, but eventually, she appeared in Nilhold's half-plane.

She heard what seemed to be someone screaming, but she ignored it.

Usually she would at least go to comfort those who had been burned by the radiation she had released.

Now there is only one thing Marie Curie wants to do.

She immediately felt some kind of presence, some kind of special gaze watching her.

She looked up, tracing her gaze, her gaze over the head of the young Frankenstein she couldn't name, at the empty spot.

- he was there. I don't know why, I know he's watching.

**

Marsha was shocked, as soon as this old lady came up, she directly found that I was not in the direction of the dome?

This is awesome, could it be that this old lady is also Freudian?

But no, the Freudian school probably wouldn't have made the Geiger counter sound like this!

The old woman, the noise of the Geiger counter, and the pure blue light just now—Masha combined all of these phenomena to deduce the identity of the old woman.

- Marie Curie? Or is it her obvious mentor?

Ma Sha didn't know this, but he felt that this aura, this forced style, was a master.

This would also explain why Emperor Nasis suddenly became humble.

Masha looked at the "Sith Emperor" who had reined in his madness and became respectful.

- I replied and called Marie Curie, the woman who just asked me felt very similar to Marie Curie, don't be her daughter.

Marsha was thinking about it when the old lady spoke: "Albert? Still is...... Nils? ”

- Oh grass, I really know you!

"Why don't you answer me? Why don't you just come and see me? The old lady asked again.

Marsha: I want to answer too, but I can't!

- What can I do, the old acquaintance of the real Taidou came to the door directly, didn't this roast my Li ghost on the fire?

- Forget it, I don't believe she can still chase her to the ship, pretend to be stupid!

The old lady was about to speak, when suddenly she looked elsewhere.

Masha followed the old lady's line of sight and saw Enterprising Meow.

- Huh? Can't you show up over there?

- Or was it because you couldn't be in my projection because there wasn't anyone there who could see you?

- I'm just a projection, so I don't see it?

It feels quite reasonable.,Marsha's own school of thought seems to have skills related to observers.,If Marsha's perspective after projecting the past.,If you can't be regarded as a genuine observer.,It's normal for cats to get by.。

The quantum cat barked softly, walked over to Mary and sat down, and began to tickle her cheeks with her hind legs.