Ning Aochen put on his shirt, walked out of his office on the 18th floor of the basement, and took the fast special tram to drive towards the emergency office in the central district. Oh, yes! Since the establishment of this laboratory, the situation has always been endless. First of all, Plan A, which aimed at historical celebrities and great men, crashed due to too large data deviations, and was finally abolished; Later, due to the data transmission failure of the space-time shuttle, the on-site command was lost, resulting in an accident of sample escape and loss; Then there is the rejection of implanted quantum chips and receptors, and multiple experimental samples have been sacrificed in vain; And now, there has been another incident in which the guardian of the Class D biological sample was killed. What's even more ridiculous is that it was actually a special sample of the Class B key experimental project that killed it! How can I explain this to my immediate superior? Thinking of Shen Yanjun's usually stern gaze, he seemed to have seen that familiar and cold face in front of him. Ning Aochen was even more nervous in his heart, but the matter had already happened, and he always had to report it, so he had to deal with it.

The car turned a corner and finally stopped, Ning Aochen got out of the car, and the two beautiful female employees passing by greeted him warmly: "Hello Deputy Director Ning!" Ning Aochen smiled and nodded, but did not speak. Seeing the sealed metal door in front of him, he coughed lightly nervously, skillfully entered the password, scanned the palm prints of both hands, and then after face recognition and passed through two security gates, two armed guards carefully searched his body, nodded and let him enter the slightly dark corridor, and finally, he finally stopped in front of the red and green fluorescent conference hall, paused slightly, tidied up his clothes, and rang the doorbell.

With a "click", the door opened automatically, and the people inside did not speak, looking at Ning Aochen with inquiring eyes.

"Boss!" Ning Aochen said hello, straightened his chair, and sat opposite Shen Yanjun.

"Good news or bad news?" Shen Yanjun asked straight to the point.

Ning Aochen pondered for a moment and said, "How to say it, there is bad news and good news."

"Hah!" An inexplicable smile appeared on Shen Yanjun's face, and he said, "Then let's talk about the bad news first."

"The guardian of that Class D endangered special protection specimen has been killed!"

"What!" , Shen Yanjun suddenly stood up from his chair and said loudly: "How did you do it, didn't you say that you genetically modified it, and its whole body can resist tenth-level blows?!" ”

Ning Aochen hurriedly said: "That is also a transformation of the premise of ordinary cold weapon attacks for ordinary people, and after all, the protection is limited."

Shen Yanjun asked, "In that era, would it be subjected to machine gun fire or laser cannon bombardment?" ”

Ning Aochen opened his mouth when asked, and finally said: "I want to say that I was attacked by an unknown weapon and was fatally hit by a blow, can you believe it?" ”

"Joke! Cold weapons, a very high-tech weapon? Shen Yanjun sneered and said, without waiting for Ning Aochen to answer, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, sat down and changed the subject, and asked, "Who killed it?" ”。

"It's... It's B17."

"What!?" , The teacup in Shen Yanjun's hand shook suddenly, the tea almost spilled on his hand, he hurriedly put down the cup, and stared at Ning Aochen with a hesitant gaze.

"Yes, we have confirmed it again and again", Ning Aochen nodded affirmatively.

Shen Yanjun kneaded his hands, pondered for a moment and said, "Then, tell me your good news, comparatively speaking, I prefer to hear this."

Ning Aochen relaxed a little and said, "B17 only took a few samples, and arranged forces to protect it."

"Oh?" Shen Yanjun asked with great interest, "Are they his friends who can't speak?" ”

"Yes, in fact they have professional... Translation"

"C29? That escaped sample? ”

"To be exact, the garbage that was thrown away by its mother."

"Whatever it is, let's talk about your plan first." Shen Yanjun leaned back in his chair and picked up the teacup again.

"That's right, we have made an emergency plan, you can check it." After speaking, Ning Aochen knocked on his left palm, a blue light lit up, projecting a rectangular area above his palm, and in the middle was a manuscript, Ning Aochen pushed his palm, Shen Yanjun stretched out his hand and took it, and the manuscript jumped into Shen Yanjun's palm lightly.

Shen Yanjun looked at the document carefully, and as his gaze moved down, the words on the manuscript scrolled up line by line, followed by the pale green fluorescence flickering. The manuscript was relatively long, about twenty minutes later, Shen Yanjun shook his palm, closed the document, leaned back on the wide chair and pondered, after more than a minute, he sat up straight, looked at Ning Aochen and said word by word: "You are responsible for specific technical problems, I will not intervene much, I will only talk about three points"

Shen Yanjun took a sip of tea and continued: "First, when setting the key parameters of the equipment, you must be cautious in adjusting the data, and don't make a big gap between the front and back. Use more fine-tuning to improve the accuracy of the data by another order of magnitude, you know, I won't say more; Second, the implanted chip should pay attention to the softer control of the humanistic care coefficient, pay more attention to the psychological changes of the receptor sample, more guidance of psychological awareness, and less rigid instructions, so that the receptor sample feels more natural. To sum up your technical language, it is to use biochemicals to regulate and reduce the control of computer instructions; Third, I would like to remind you that what we are doing is a very rigorous science, and we cannot tolerate the slightest fluke, let alone any fantasy superstition, do you think you are writing a novel? ”。

Ning Aochen hurriedly said: "We are also very rigorous, but I want to ask, there are many unsolved mysteries in history that cannot be explained by science, even if science and technology are developed today, there are still many deviant and bizarre events outside of science, how many can we solve?" ”

Shen Yanjun said with a smile: "Is it only fantasy that can explain that strange sword, have you read too much Harry Potter, it is already a very old book!" ”

Ning Aochen explained: "So what kind of material can we make a sharp blade now to achieve the effect of the sword in B17's hand?" Maybe our society is dominated by science now, but can this deny the existence of those fantasy spells in ancient times? ”

Shen Yanjun said: "It's useless for you to tell me this, will the old gentlemen of the committee accept your explanation?" All they can say is that you are passing the buck and will have serious doubts about your ability to fit in with your current position! ”。 He slammed the table twice as he spoke.

After speaking, Shen Yanjun leaned forward again, and said with a serious expression: "We have too many failures in front of us. Why did Plan A fail? Is it our equipment that is bad? No, we are going too fast, delusionally trying to grasp those historical celebrities, elites, emperors and generals, and directly manipulate them to complete our dream of completing our whole battle, and the result? These elite emperors have great energy, but if we make a mistake, the greater the loss caused by a data error. How did Qin Shi Huang die? Why didn't we prevent Li Zicheng from attacking BJ so early that Chongzhen, who was supposed to revive the Ming Dynasty, was hanged in the coal mountain? To put it mildly, our Plan A only focuses on the role of key people, and ignores the real creators of history - those tens of millions of ordinary people! ”。

Shen Yanjun paused, pressed the table with both hands, stopped Ning Aochen's imminent interjection, and continued: "I know, you have your reasoning, the energy of ordinary people is limited, and their personal impetus for history is very weak, so weak that it is only a slight variable in the time machine. But if we gather as many of them as possible, there will be a leap from quantitative to qualitative change, and we will only pay more chips, more data calculations, and spend a few more years, and these costs can be repaid now. As long as we succeed in some people, we can replicate these achievements and experiences to more people, and we can pry the wheel of history and change the trajectory of history. ”

Shen Yanjun took a large sip of tea and emphasized, "We can't waste any more time, the committee has approved a plan to increase investment in our space-time research institute. Are we going to have another nuclear war? The population of our planet was more than 10 billion at its peak, and now it is no more than a billion! And where are we now? We need to guard against the intrusion of nuclear contamination on the ground, and we need to worry about earthquakes and surging magma, are we in the office now? This is a veritable eighteen layers of hell! ”

"Okay, I'll step up the experiment right now." Ning Aochen stood up and said as he walked out.

"Very good, I'm waiting for your good news, but if you have something like a sample lost or escaped, just send a notice to my terminal, and you don't have to come to the interview like this", Shen Yanjun didn't forget to tease him when he was leaving.

Ning Aochen stopped and said firmly: "I won't let that happen again!" ”。

"Okay, I wish you success", as he said, Shen Yanjun raised his teacup to him and raised his head to drink it clean