Zhuang Yan was very ashamed, he felt that being held by others, there was an illusion that a girl was proposed, he didn't want to refuse Richelieu's serious courtesy, but he didn't want to be treated as a woman. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Excitement and shame are like ice and fire, and the contradiction is so painful that I don't know what to do.

Then the door slowly floated open, Zhang Yue pressed Su Xiaomei, and the two of them glued to the door on top of each other, staring at the office door slowly floating open, as if they were happily peeking at it, but they didn't expect to accidentally knock the door open.

Zhuang Yan glared at Su Xiaomei angrily.

Su Xiaomei was still shocked by the revelation, stared at Zhuang Yan for two seconds, and suddenly covered her lips and screamed: "Ah! The section chief is so happy, and he was proposed, hey, section chief! Piepie, so romantic! Congratulations! ”

Zhang Yue hurriedly poked Su Xiaomei and muttered, "There is no ring on the section leader's ring finger!" ”

Su Xiaomei stubbornly insisted: "What do you know, the French are particular about marriage proposals, and they haven't taken out the ring yet!" ”

Richelieu let go of his hand, turned his head blankly to look at the two twittering girls, who were still wiping cold sweat and pretending to laugh stupidly, and suddenly heard the word "marriage proposal", then he woke up like a dream, raised his eyebrows in fright, opened his blue eyes for a second, and immediately blushed, waved his fist and squinted and shouted: "How can there be a marriage proposal, I haven't prepared any ring at all!" ”

Su Xiaomei glanced at the embarrassed and angry Richelieu, covered her lips and whispered to Zhang Yue: "That's right, the ring must be prepared by a man, and the price must be equivalent to four months' salary, this is an iron law." ”

Zhuang Yan rushed over angrily, Su Xiaomei stopped being jealous, exclaimed, "Ahh

Richelieu stood in front of the sofa, his head bowed and his hands down, so restrained that he forgot to sit down. Zhuang Yan angrily closed the door, scratched his head and walked back, looked down at his toes and said: "According to your statement, the 'container' of the 'prisoner' can be immune to the strike of the fourth generation of nuclear weapons, so it is impossible to plan the decapitation operation. We can only gain an advantage in the frontal battle...... Alas, I thought the war was over. He sat down. At first, I wanted to change the topic to hide my shame, but when it came to the topic, I really felt like a lead and didn't know how to deal with the situation.

"We can try the fifth, sixth-generation weapons, Master Michael said, there is a dragon slaying technique in Zidian Technology, you will definitely be able to do it." Richelieu is naïve.

"Dragon slayer?" Zhuang Yan frowned and raised his head, he couldn't stand these new terms anymore.

"Yes. In order to pass on the key information, Mistress Michael used symbolism in compiling the ancient texts, omitting key words that would alert the 'prisoners', and recording important categories in the Dead Sea Scrolls. And she once told me clearly that the 'dragon slaying technique' that can break the 'container' is about to be born in the laboratory, which is the last hope of free humanity. Richelieu tilted his head and muttered, "I've been thinking about it for a long time...... Probably because the usual energy-saving state of the 'container' is the shape of a small snake, so the 'dragon slayer' is used as a metaphor for the method of killing the 'prisoner', right? ”

Zhuang Yan lowered his head and covered his face, he knew why Richelieu came to him for help.

First, he stated that he was the last pawn deployed by Michael before his disappearance. He is a white pawn with a mission to the bottom of the chessboard. Richelieu made this matter clear to him when he met.

Second, in order to prevent himself from being surprised, Michael buried the method of breaking the 'container' in the classics, hoping that in the era of the end of the technological explosion, it will be understood, so as to develop a new conceptual weapon - it will be a new weapon that will surpass the level of the fourth generation of nuclear fusion - to slaughter the 'prisoners'. Richelieu was already dull and cute, and of course he couldn't do it alone, so he asked for technical support.

Now that Michael has lost contact, to find a way to 'slay the dragon', Zhuang Yan can only study the vast classics. As soon as he thought of the dense Hebrew texts, his heart suddenly became heavy, and he felt that even if Richelieu went to bed with him, he would not be able to compensate for the large number of brain cells that he was about to die in battle.

But he bit his lip hard and didn't say it. He was afraid that Richelieu would behead him on the spot.

So he bowed his head and muttered: "There is indeed a prospect for the application of fifth-generation nuclear weapons in Zidian Technology - the new weapon will work in a different way than the fourth-generation nuclear weapons. The target of the new weapon is specific: when the weapon comes into contact with a substance with the same amplitude, it will resonate with the target with the same amplitude, so the target will briefly exhibit 'volatility' and become a macroscopic 'wave of matter', thus obeying the new laws of physics -- and in this process, the 'new weapon' will inject all the energy contained in the weapon into the 'fluctuating state' of the 'victim target', which will destroy the victim target in an instant, leaving no slag left, leaving a handful of causes. Impurities' indicates that the target was once present. ”

Zhuang Yan was extremely profound, like a romantic literary and artistic worker, like a philosophical thinker with his cheeks on his cheeks and contemplation, he raised his eyes meaningfully and stared at Richelieu, and pretended to be very profound: "Once this terrible weapon is invented, it will bear a heavier humanitarian reproach and infamy than Einstein." ”

Richelieu looked at Zhuang Yan with a sympathetic expression, and asked sadly, "What are you talking about?" When I heard the 'amplitude', I started to wander. ”

"Huh?" Zhuang Yan petrified in disappointment.

"How can matter have waves?" Richelieu stretched out his index finger curiously to poke Zhuang Yan's rigid face, "Are you saying that if you ripple, it will become a wave?" She leaned over the small coffee table and poked Zhuang Yan's cheeks with curiosity.

"Matter has wave-particle duality. Light is a wave, but the photoelectric effect proves that light releases energy in batches one by one, so light is also particle-like. By extension, electrons, protons, atoms, televisions, you, me, the earth, these concrete 'particles' also have waves. Zhuang Yan was poked in the face by the curious Richelieu, still stupidly trying to explain.

Richelieu withdrew his fingers and began to close his eyes and yawn: "Can you say it in layman's terms?" What is the effect of that weapon? ”

Zhuang Yan saw that she was innocent and delicate, and when she was lazy, she added to the splendid style, and when she yawned, the bulging blue and white cavalry uniform under the ribbon was even more beautiful. His heart swayed, inspiration lit up, and the metaphor came easily: "If we try to destroy all the mulberry silk in the world, so we collect nuclear materials with the same 'inherent amplitude as mulberry silk' and create a fifth-generation nuclear weapon against 'mulberry silk', it will only destroy mulberry silk, but will not harm other substances." So we used it to attack you, which led to the following ending: because only those fabrics in your whole body belong to the material of mulberry silk, so after you are shot, the bra and fat will be stimulated as 'wave dynamics', and they will be destroyed by the majestic energy infused in an instant, and there will be no molecules left, leaving only metal buttons and a little impurity dust on the skin. At the same time, your skin will be unscathed, your uniform will be undamaged, and you won't even feel the burning sensation, for even the ashes that remain are cold. The mulberry silk on your body is like disappearing from the world, shattered into quantum particles as small as electrons, and other than that, you can't detect any changes, no one knows that you are ...... vacuum" Zhuang Yan was still blushing and excitedly describing, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He saw Richelieu standing with aggrieved eight-figure eyebrows, beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, a blush face, low eyelashes, half open red lips, hugging his chest and whispering as if he was afraid of cold: "You, how do you know that it is mulberry silk?" (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian. com) vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m. qidian。 com read. (To be continued.) )