Manual of Space-Time Interference

A little hair, a calm face, but the hands that were raised and lowered slightly from time to time betrayed his heart at the moment.

"Sir, do you need anything?"

The life secretary in charge of nursing on the opposite side asked, Fang Yan shook his head, looked at the flashing clouds and mist outside through the interactive light screen, slowly closed his eyes, and slowly took a shallow breath.

Waiting to open his eyes again, the picture on the interactive light screen has become a building, magnificent and full of solemnity.

"Chief, it's already here."

The life secretary next to him opened the hatch thoughtfully, then looked at the dialect of taking off the power armor, and quickly took out a coat from the side, "Sir, this is our latest multi-functional protective clothing, which can provide a good thermal function, You can also change his style yourself."

Slowly sticking a small sheet on his hand to his temple, Dialect smiled at the life secretary, then stretched out his hand to take the coat and put it on directly, and then adapted it into the familiar tunic suit through the control system.

He waved his hand to signal the life secretary not to hand over the crutches, Fang Yan shook his head, tidied his neckline and said, "I'm old, but I can still walk, so I don't have to fight, I can still rush in front of you."

Nodding and smiling, the life secretary took back the crutches, made a gesture of invitation to the dialect and walked out, then stood quietly in front of the door and waited.

"Let's go!"

The dialect said, lift your foot and step off the aircraft, and slowly walk towards the building in front of this piece, the center of human civilization, the center of Blue Star, where the State Council and the Party Central Committee work - the ancient city.

Anxiety is slowly turning into a calm and gentle at this moment...

"Sir, if you want to enter the ancient city, please show your identity authority!"

The security guards at the gate stood upright as before, reaching out to remind when the dialect was just about to pass, his words and eyes were full of scrutiny.

"this is us……"

With a wave of his hand, the dialect interrupted the life secretary again, and then took out an information card from his hand, an identity information card from thousands of years ago, "Can this card still be used?"

"Wait a minute, sir!"

Without showing a trace of impatience, the soldier took the dialect's identity card, tapped it in the air with his finger, and a stream of data appeared beside him. Washes every corner above.

"pass!"

With a green sign out of thin air, the soldier handed the identity card back to Dialect's hand, saluted and said, "Chief, please come in!"

Without further ado, the security guard stood on the small table next to him again, stood up straight, and looked straight ahead, as if nothing had happened just now.

"The guy is very nice!"

Dialect said, raised his foot and walked forward. The life secretary behind him took a deep look at the security guard, then moved his fingers slightly in the air, and continued to follow the pace of Dialect.

"It's changed a lot!" Dialect looked around and said,

"Sir, it's not a big change. It's not a big change from when you left. It's just that due to the development of technology for thousands of years, we have to add some things, so you may feel that it has changed a lot." The life secretary replied with a smile.

"Now, has the interaction of human beings, intelligence, and the world become a trinity?" Dialect asked with interest.

"The concept of the trinity of man, intelligence and the real world was first proposed more than 3,000 years ago, and it was finally realized nearly 2,000 years ago. The most advanced scientific research theory at present hopes to integrate virtual and reality, but its uncertain hazards Sex is too big." The life secretary said, dialect nodded, and lifted his foot into the center of the old city - the Forbidden City.

The name is the Forbidden City, but it is different from the original Forbidden City. There are no palace-like buildings. On the contrary, there are quite a few courtyards in the past, and they are located in the garden, but they have another kind of elegant and quiet charm. Yu's office is located in an office building in the western district.

Following the familiar route in his memory, Dialect walked forward, stopped in front of a building, checked the secretary next to him, and walked into a room.

"Xiaohua, just in time, help me get this document..."

Wearing glasses and a little gray on his temples, he raised his head and stared at the dialect who came in from the door. Then he put down the document in his hand and stood up.

"no need."

Dialect shook his head, turned his head and called out to Xiao Hua, who was standing with his secretary of life outside, and then slowly sat down at a wooden table in the room.

"Chief, my name is Wu Ming." Waiting for Xiaohua to close the door, Wu Ming said.

"You don't need to call me chief." Fang Yan smiled, stood up and shook hands with Wu Ming, then sat down and picked up the teapot on the table and slowly poured a cup for himself and the current chairman, Wu Ming,

"You are my senior, I should call you the chief." Wu Ming said with a smile.

"I'm just an unemployed vagabond now. If it wasn't for you to host me, I wouldn't be able to find a place to go." Fang Yan smiled, "I'm not much older than you. According to the old way, a gentleman is enough."

"Sir," Wu Ming exclaimed, "how long have you been here?"

"It's less than half an hour, most of the time I use it for walking in the old city." Dialect said,

"The Gucheng has been expanding with the expansion of our territory over the years~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's a little bigger, but it's just used to exercise." Wu Ming said, for him, dialect is a legend , not only because of his identity, but also because of what he has done, and because of the sculpture that has always been standing on the People's Square, the sculpture that looks up at the eastern sky.

"Indeed." Dialect replied, looking at Wuming next to him, he paused, then heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "I found my way home."

"what?"

"Are you ready?" Fang Yan smiled, looked at Wu Ming, and asked another sentence.

"Huaxia Dream, Earth Dream, sir, we are always ready!" Wu Ming said, stood up, looked at the dialect and said seriously again, "Not only me, not only soldiers, trillions of people on earth, Ready at all the time!"

"Lamon, exchange information." Dialect said, and a string of coordinates for interstellar positioning based on human civilization appeared above it out of thin air, and Dialect smiled slightly.

"Thank you Chief!"

Standing at attention, saluting, Fang Yan didn't have any excuses this time, but got up to return the salute, and then walked towards the door, as if he knew what Wu Ming wanted to ask, and said, "I'll go home first, and tell me when I'm ready. ."

"Okay, sir!"

"Oh, yes, I accidentally used your space communication system and positioning system when positioning, please explain a little." Just as he was about to step out the door, the dialect turned around abruptly and said this sentence with a smile. talk.

"No problem, I'll call you when I'm ready to leave." Wu Ming smiled, but his slightly trembling hand showed the chairman's anxiety at the moment.

For too long, it went from a slogan to a dream, a dream that every human being will strive for...