The morning glow shines through the curtains, the balcony is open, the edges of the marble columns meet the clouds on the horizon, and the sun renders it like a sea of gold, and the floor glows with gold and the breeze blows in the face.

James sat in a wheelchair, and a pair of slender and powerful hands pushed the wheelchair through the corridor with the golden floor to the balcony.

The man was wearing a tuxedo, with a light step, silent, and James in a wheelchair also slid forward like a wheelchair that no one pushed: "Teacher, how are you feeling lately?" ”

Dong Xin's tone was almost as gentle as flowing water.

"Xiaodong, I'm already old, and I won't have too many days like this? Hopefully this moment will stop forever. James smiled helplessly.

"Teacher, you can definitely live a long life, you have come through so many hardships, can't you get through this hurdle?" Dong Xin smiled.

"Xiaodong, even though people can change a lot of things, but the things of the years, we still can't do anything!" James shook his head.

"Experiment 5 has failed, there may not be much we can change, the only thing we can grasp is what is in front of us." James

Dong Xin's expression was firm; "I will succeed, and I will not give up while humanity still exists."

"You really look like me, hehehe, we were like the same person when we were young." James laughed.

"But I couldn't change anything in the end......"

May 1940 Belleville Palace, Berlin

Nazi soldiers were assembled outside the Bellevy Palace, and the staircase leading to the Bellevy Palace was divided into two columns, and the staircase leading to the interior was paved with a bright red subway. Today the people here are particularly serious, and the Führer is going to receive the general guests here, and the guard squad in charge of patrolling must not be negligent in the slightest.

Standing at the foot of the stairs was Hermann Goering, who was admonishing the patrolling soldiers, "Send more men around the Belevy Palace, the war is already raging on the front, and we must not make mistakes internally." ”

Today's wind is particularly noisy, the "swastika" military flag is fluttering, and the soldiers on both sides of the road are like sculptures. At the turn of Poyou Road, a black and gold sedan appeared with the word "swastika" on it.

The soldier raised his gun, the magnificent momentum was extremely solemn, and it must not be ordinary people to have such a high reception, and the person sitting in the back of the car was the person Hitler Führer was going to meet today, his name was Jacob James, the leader of the Führer's expedition to explore the ancient monuments of the West.

The driver was Reinhardt Heydrich, who was the Führer's important reception, and Reinhardt Heydrich was responsible for the safety of James after arriving at Berlin Airport.

"Sir, you see that in order to meet you today, the Führer asked his guards and guard squad to all be dispatched, and there was no such big pomp and circumstance to meet me, you are really flattered today." Heydrich's quirming tone seemed slightly dissatisfied.

"With such a big pomp and circumstance today, I will prove that the information I brought is absolutely worthy of this level of welcome." James replied confidently.

The car stopped in front of the Belleville Palace, and Heydrich stepped out of the driver's seat, walked to the back of the car, opened them, leaned down and made a gesture of please.

"Sir, please, the Führer is waiting for you inside." Heydrich said respectfully.

James got out of the car and walked up the steps unhurriedly.

The soldiers in the formation raised their guns to the sky and propped their palms forward: "Long live the Führer, long live the Führer, long live the Führer." ”

The expression on James' face did not change, and he was not in the slightest deterred by the momentum of the soldiers in the procession, and continued his slow pace until he entered the gate of Belleville Palace.

"Why do you think the Führer held such a big welcome ceremony to receive a scholar who doesn't even have the rank of general?" Haydry wanted to go to Goering.

"He is worth more than a general, and the Führer's purpose is not simply to rule Europe." Göring said calmly, placing his hands on Heydrich's body.

"Recently, Germany has not been at peace, and the work of the Gestapo cannot be neglected, and what the Führer needs most now is us."