Mountains and seas have a home

Ten minutes later after the pulse transmitter stopped working, the control center received a power call.The planetary base station telescope monitored all the states of the pulse after it entered space, and transmitted the data back to the North Pole pulse experiment control center.Qi Mingli blew out the candle, the flame turned into a wisp of white smoke and floated upwards, and a few drops of melted candle tears fell on the floor.Qi Mingli rubbed his thighs and knees, walked to his seat, picked up the walkie-talkie that had rolled to the ground, and patted it.

Then he turned on the full-channel call, took a deep breath and said in a calm tone: "Attention all personnel, I am Qi Mingli, the person in charge of the pulse experiment control center. The unfortunate news is that the first pulse experiment failed, we have to wait The next chance to restart. Please don’t panic, we already know that the cause of the failure is the unstable energy supply, we will solve this problem as soon as possible. Please return to their respective positions and work, over.”

After speaking, he quickly pressed the call button, put the walkie-talkie back to its original position, and let out a breath.Qi Mingli raised his eyes and scanned the control center. The people in the room stared blankly at him, and then hurried back to his seat.Qi Mingli lowered his head and touched his lips, and found that his fingers were trembling.He pinched his fingers for a while before walking to the front of the giant screen.

Fu Zhong put his arms on the railing next to the projection pool, staring at the earth model in the projection pool silently. He was probably thinking when he was silent.People seldom think about the earth, just like people seldom look back and think about themselves.Qi Mingli walked up to Fu Zhong with one leg tilted, supported his body with his elbows, and said, "The pulsar disintegrated because of the unstable energy supply in the later stage."

"Try again." Fu Zhong said, his eyes were shining blue from the light projected by the giant screen, like a lake, and appeared deeper, "Try again."

Qi Mingli pursed his lips, and supported his body with another hand.Fu Zhong noticed his strangeness, straightened his body and asked him: "How are you?"

"I'm fine." The professor waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and went to pull the chair over and sit down, "I know we have to try again, but what I want to say is that if we do this, we can supply the energy of the pulsar There are not many, enough to support the experiment. You understand what I mean? We are running out of food and grass now. So I think we should go to the time bureaus of other countries that are still in the North Pole, or ask for help from China. Everyone has to unite and work together. Do big things."

Fu Zhong patted the dust and glass shards off his hands, the glass shards cut his palm and was bleeding.Fu Zhong looked down at the wound on the palm of his hand and nodded: "I will arrange these things. The negotiators in the base have a good tongue, and they will make this matter beautiful. Now I want to ask the second When is the earliest time this experiment can be carried out?"

"How long will it take you to unite the other time bureaus?"

"A little confidence, 12 hours."

Qi Ming held the fountain pen between two fingers, bent his index finger and touched his lips with his knuckles, and the fountain pen hit his palm with a slap.Fu Zhong noticed that the old professor's hands were not steady, but he didn't say anything.Qi Mingli thought about it for a while and then said, "The second experiment will be carried out in 36 hours."

Fu Zhong shook his head and stared into Qi Mingli's eyes: "We don't have that much time, can we do it in 24 hours?"

"It's hard to say, inspector, because we have to walk more steadily to minimize the loss." Qi Mingli changed his posture and leaned on the back of the chair, raised his hand to stroke his hair, a little wobbly, "We have a large Heaps of data need to be analyzed, formulas are waiting to see us..."

"I'm not discussing with you, Professor Qi. I know you have a lot of data to analyze, and the formula is waiting to see you, but you have to be aware of our current situation. We are still here one second, and not the next second Sure, we can't wait."

Qi Mingli fell silent. He rubbed his chin repeatedly with his fingers, as if he was meditating.Fu Zhong stood in front of him with his legs shoulder-width apart and said, "The professor said it would take 36 hours, so that means you must have a way to do it in 24 hours, right?"

After thinking for a long time, Qi Mingli stood up from the chair, slumped his shoulders and spread his hands: "Okay, then 24 hours, you are 100% correct, Inspector."

Fu Zhong smiled, he had heard this saying countless times, but saying that didn't mean he was 100% correct.Fu Zhong turned sideways to make way for Qi Mingli, and added: "Although I don't think the professor should be responsible for reforming people, it doesn't mean that other things don't count. The past will be forgotten soon, I I believe that those who have made mistakes will definitely get on the right track.”

Qi Mingli stared at Fu Zhong's blue eyes for a while, and he suddenly felt that Fu Zhong had changed, which made him panic.Fu Zhong finally reminded him to pay attention to his body, and walked away with his gloves, leaving Qi Mingli standing alone and thinking.But he didn't think about it for long, because he was going to be busy with the second experiment, and when he was really free, he had already forgotten about it.

Fu Zhong walked into the brightly lit war preparation room, where the people inside were restoring the conference table to its original position, which had been displaced by the earthquake just now.After Fu Zhong entered, everyone in the room stopped and looked at him with probing and inquiring eyes, but no one said a word.Fu Zhong knew what they were thinking, closed the door silently, walked to the conference table, and people took the initiative to make room for him.Fu Zhong weighed the glove, as if he wanted to sell it for a good price, then he threw the glove aside.

"Where did you just talk about?" Fu Zhong asked without changing his face, as if everything happened just now, and time still stopped there, "Bring the blueprint here, let's take a look."

It took him an hour to end the meeting, and the battle plan was written into the plan book.Fu Zhong was the last one to leave the preparation room. He stood by the table and examined the blueprints.Fu Zhong majored in architecture, and that's what he was looking for.He looked at the drawings, but he was thinking about the unfinished design drawings and sketches in his draft book from time to time.He paints the sea and the giant ship, and he also paints Ji Yao. Ji Yao is his favorite person, and Fu Zhong likes to do romantic things for him.

Fu Zhong felt that he had to build a house to commemorate the "backtracking project" and commemorate all the realities he experienced.The high-hanging monument not only commemorates the heroes, but also commemorates the truth, and the sense of reality is rare in the world.Thinking this way, Fu Zhong gathered the drawings, put them in a protective case, and carried them to the "Ark" coordinate instrument, storing them in the main cabin.Standing on the ground and raising his head, Fu Zhong suddenly remembered that this was the coordinate instrument that his father's generation rode. The gap in time made him feel horrified and shuddered.

After 12 hours of negotiations with various time bureaus, Fu Zhong braved the wind and snow to go to the time bureaus of various countries to meet with their leaders in person.On the way back from the last time station, he leaned against the door of the helicopter and looked out at the sky.The sky was full of radiant Northern Lights, and Fu Zhong stared at the colorful light curtain in a daze.It was the first time for him to see the aurora with his own eyes, and he has witnessed countless miracles after he came to the North Pole.Fu Zhong watched silently, then he took out his phone and took a photo.

After the negotiators got off the plane, they left. Fu Zhong went back and took off his suit and coat, and changed into the combat uniform he wore when he rescued the hostages.Who would have thought that one second Fu Zhong was still running in the hail of bullets, and the next second he was strategizing at the negotiating table in a suit.

Fu Zhong looked in the mirror, and he felt that it was more suitable for him to wear a combat uniform to fight.He put some medicine on the palm of his hand, so that the scratched glass can heal quickly.

The second floor of the Black Tower is high enough to see the lights on the top of the Washington Time Bureau as far as the eye can see. Fu Zhong stood by the railing and watched for a while. The cold and trembling light on the sea was like fishing boats on the river.The base was quiet, and the next storm was brewing.The strong wind from the North Pole blew through Fu Zhong, and the thick snow was knee-deep, making it extremely difficult for him to step on the snow waves.

Xiaoqi wagged his tail and jumped in the snow. He was wearing a bulletproof vest and had followed Fu Zhong through life and death countless times.Fu Zhong found a leeward place and sat down on the soft snow, resting his elbows on his knees.Xiao Qi is playing in the snow, barking from time to time, it was born when the snow fell in winter.Fu Zhong looked at it, but didn't call it back.He was sitting here alone, a kind of sadness that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly rushed to his heart, and before he could react, the sadness knocked him down.

The surrounding fields were shrouded in silence, and the rebel army was completely torn apart the moment the pulse was launched.The rebels have hit a wall in the North Pole, and they dare not launch a second round of offensive for the time being.The brief peace gave people a chance to breathe.

The news of the failure of the pulse experiment dealt a big blow to Fu Zhong, but he did not show any emotion in front of others.He understood what expression he had to use to face that group of people, not everyone sympathized with grief, what Fu Zhong wanted was not sympathy, he had already passed that time.Now there is no one around, only the wind, snow and lights, Fu Zhong felt that he could finally rest for a while, and have time to think about himself.

Ji Yao's face appeared repeatedly in his mind, and Fu Zhong buried his head in his arms, crying quietly.Fu Zhong said to Ji Yao, "I'll find you later", but countless times passed, and Fu Zhong still didn't go to him; Fu Zhong said, "Sleep well, and we can meet tomorrow", but Countless tomorrows come and go, but they get farther and farther away.

Experiments are not successful once, and nothing can be accomplished overnight.Fu Zhong told people that "the road ahead is open", but he himself knew that the road ahead was not open, and his hope was slim.He knew that the pulse experiment was likely to kill them, and tearing the earth would be a breeze.Fu Zhong is only 26 years old, he is terribly afraid, he is afraid of death, he is afraid that it will be over before he takes that step.

He didn't understand what he did wrong, why God must create all kinds of troubles for him, and keep him and Ji Yao far away.In Fu Zhong, he already knew the word "love". When he was not grown up, these two words surprised him.Now Fu Zhong thinks he understands love, but the reality tells him that's not the case at all.

Sometimes other roads go too smoothly, and God always wants to make people stumble twice on another road.Fu Zhong has excellent facial features, a tall stature, and eyes full of radiance. He is smart, kind and kind, but everyone thinks he is unpredictable and difficult to get along with.Fu Zhong has a wealth of wealth, a high degree of education, and became the chief inspector of the Arctic base at the age of 25. Anyone who tells it will be surprised and find it difficult to say anything.

All roads lead to Rome, and some people were born in Rome.Fu Zhong was the one who was born in Rome.All his roads are too smooth, so his love is muddy and painful.

So Fu Zhong is not the one who is favored, and Ji Yao is not the one who is abandoned, they are a kind of people to some extent.Ji Yao's fate is closer to hell, and death often accompanies him.No matter what background and circumstances they have, they are the two most common among thousands of people.The president sees the same moon in the synagogue as the beggar in the gutter.There are good and bad, there are joys and sorrows, Fu Zhong is not in tall buildings, and Ji Yao is not in deep ditch.

Fu Zhong cried for a long time, and finally he sobbed and cried aloud, he really missed Ji Yao so much.Ji Yao gave him so much meditation and reverie, and Fu Zhong loved him so tenderly.Xiao Qi returned to Fu Zhong's side, squatted down, and rubbed his head against his arm.Fu Zhong raised his head, wiped away the cold tears, and raised his hand to rub Xiaoqi's furry ears.He looked at the Northern Lights, took out a piece of letter paper from his pocket, and read it silently.

This is his last words written in advance, if he dies, this piece of paper will be sent to Ji Yao.Fu Zhong was afraid of death, but he was still ready to die.He has to imagine some soft and tender moments, and not let despair lure him into the abyss.

Fu Zhong turned on his phone, he wanted to make a call to Ji Yao.But the system prompted him that "the call cannot be established", and Fu Zhong repeatedly dialed many times but failed to get through.The impact of the pulse on the electromagnetic waves is too great, and it has not yet fully recovered.He covered his eyes and let out a breath, the empty disappointment made his hands and feet cold, and when the cold soaked him, his heart was frozen hard.

After that, he tried to send the photos of the Northern Lights to Ji Yao, but the sending was also blocked.Fu Zhong looked through the previous chat records with Ji Yao. He really thought that when he thought too hard, he would look through the previous chat records. It seemed that Ji Yao would come back.

It's still raining.In the middle of the night, people were asleep, the lights in the warehouse were turned off, some places were leaking, and the sound of ticking water could be faintly heard.The damp air smelled of potions, soap, and paint spray, and a faint smell of blood wafted through the cracks in doors and windows.From time to time in the quiet night, the searchlights of the plane fainted, and when the vigilante officers under the eaves raised their heads, they could see two huge flames burning on the mountains in the distance.The dragon king stood there motionless, as if it too had fallen asleep.

But now no one is going to take the Dragon King's idea, even if it lies there quietly and is slaughtered.War is tiring.Maybe the Dragon King didn't even want to start a war with people at all, it just wanted to get back its own things.

Ji Yao leaned against a secluded corner and slept soundly, covered with a blanket.Originally, he just wanted to sit here and rest for a while before going back to the headquarters, but he was so tired that he fell into a deep sleep while thinking.People didn't wake him up, and the kind executive shook off a blanket to cover him.He closed his eyes and heard the disorderly rain feet outside, and he was also dreaming of chaos.This dark night is the time to cry out that the sky should not work, and that the land will not work.

He dreamed of Fu Zhong as usual, they were walking on the snow field with the northern lights above their heads.They didn't open umbrellas, talking and laughing in the cold wind, their voices were so loud and open, and there was no one around.They talked of self-sacrifice, and the snow covered their hair in no time, and buried the traces of their journey in an instant.When it comes to emotion and joy, they hugged and kissed tightly, and kissed until they were out of breath.

Ji Yao was dreaming, turned her head in her sleep, and shed tears.He wasn't sure if he was awake or asleep.Ji Yao woke up from crying, the heavy snow in the dream flew away, and he was still alone.No sound could be heard in the gray warehouse, and everyone was cautiously staying in the dreamland.Ji Yao found himself still in the warehouse, looked at the time, it was past midnight, and he slept for seven hours.

During this period, no one came to wake him up, indicating that nothing serious happened.Ji Yao wiped away his tears, he thought about it in a trance, but he didn't know why he was crying, and he couldn't remember the dream he had just now.I moved my body and found that my legs were so numb and swollen that I couldn't lift them up at all.Ji Yao leaned against the wall and took a few breaths, listening to the clear sound of rain, then he took off his heavy body armor, covered it with a blanket, and got up on the ground.

Both the executive and the medical officer slept on simple camp beds, each with their guns tucked under their elbows.Ji Yao walked lightly through the aisle in the middle, took an umbrella by the door and went outside.The night watchman sitting under the eaves saw Ji Yao go out and stood up in fright to salute. The executive who was smoking while hiding from the rain in the Humvee quickly got out of the car and stood at attention towards Ji Yao.

They originally thought that no one would come to check on them at this time, and they thought that Ji Yao was here to make a surprise inspection of some slackers.

Ji Yao opened the umbrella to block the raindrops, and walked towards them, the lights under the eaves illuminated their faces brightly.Ji Yao looked at the executive who got out of the Hummer and asked, "Have you been promoted one level higher than me recently?"

"No, sir."

"Then why didn't you put out the cigarette butt when you saw the officer?"

The executive took a look at the cigarette in his hand and snuffed out his head with two fingers.Ji Yao stared at him for a while, and said, "You can smoke, you don't need to salute, but after you decide to salute, put out the cigarette butts. If you want to get promoted quickly, you have to remember some rules."

Several people didn't speak, but they thought the commander was right.Ji Yao asked them to disband, then stopped the executive just now, held a cigarette between his index finger and middle finger, and nodded to him: "Borrow me a fire."

The executor obediently took out the lighter and lit it, and sent it to Ji Yao with the fire.Ji Yao turned his head and touched the smoke on the orange flame, and soon there was a strong scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in the rain.The executive watched as Ji Yao put a thin cigarette between his lips, and the scattered smoke floated on his shoulders like fish swimming in water.

Ji Yao looked away, eyes full of melancholy, as if washed by rain.After a while, he glanced at the end of his eyes and saw that the executive was still looking at him blankly, smiled, and slowly blew a cloud of white smoke at him, fluttering on the executive's face.Ji Yao picked up the cigarette with his fingers and said to him: "Look at me? Do what you should do, soldier."

The executive realized that he was patronizing Ji Yao, nodded in embarrassment, quickly turned around and ran to the Humvee and got in.Ji Yao glanced at him, held an umbrella, turned around and walked to the other side where it was out of the rain, and sat down on a dilapidated bench.The night watchman under the eaves was reading a booklet to pass the time in front of the light, and occasionally raised his eyes to look at Ji Yao's face in fear.

Ji Yao put away the umbrella and put it at his feet, smoked silently with his elbows on his knees, and then took out his mobile phone from the inner pocket of his clothes.Fu Zhong didn't call him. After hesitating for a few seconds, Ji Yao dialed Fu Zhong's number, and the system displayed "The call cannot be established".Ji Yao repeatedly fiddled with the fragrant cigarette several times but still failed. He took off the cigarette and turned to ask the night watchman not far away: "Can't we contact the Arctic base?"

"We won't be able to communicate with the Arctic base after the failed pulse test, sir."

"How long will it take to recover?"

"I don't know, it may take a while," replied the night watchman.

Ji Yao raised his eyebrows, didn't speak, and looked down at the phone, the light of the phone illuminated his face.He suddenly remembered what kind of dream he had just now, and the heavy snow and fierce kiss in the dream appeared clearly before his eyes again.He clicked on Fu Zhong's profile picture, flipping through the previous chat records unconsciously.They talk sweetly, sometimes argue about the viability of a decision, but it all ends up in bed, and then everything goes away.

His mind was haunted by some fantasies, islands in the Pacific Ocean and primeval forests, Babylon and boa constrictors, Indians and mosques, Robinson and Belk's great adventure...

The driver sitting in the Humvee watched Ji Yao take off the phone repeatedly, and said, "Who is the commander calling?"

"What does that have to do with you?" said the co-pilot.

"Fart, I want to ask why there is a mobile phone signal here?"

The co-pilot lowered his head and leaned forward to look at Ji Yao sitting on the bench covered with red rust and creaking when he moved through the car window, and said to himself: "I saw the ring on his hand Is it? Maybe it’s the fiancée, do you still use the walkie-talkie to call the fiancée? Then let’s live together as a partner.”

"what?"

"It's nothing, idiot." The co-pilot raised his body and patted the steering wheel. "You can't guess about the commander. Start it, let's go to another place."

The Humvee swerved into the rain, bumped away down the blasted street, and turned at the end of the road into another avenue.

The night watchman didn't talk to Ji Yao anymore, chatting with the commander is not easy, and the commander is sometimes difficult to get close to.Ji Yao silently looked at the photos and electronic memos about Fu Zhong saved in the phone, and the last one of the memo was still before entering the water mirror.He turned the photo album to a long time ago, and after changing his phone, he would back up the photos on the old phone.

He saw his graduation photo, a black bachelor's gown and a blue master's gown.When he was taking graduation photos, he hurried back from the border, and left on the plane of the Time Bureau the next day.One month after graduating with a master's degree, Ji Yao followed the army to Africa to participate in the war.That happened in July and August of 2017. Ji Yao remembered that the summer was hotter than previous years, and the threatening heat wave was the beginning of a nightmare.

After staring at himself in the photo for a while, he didn't have the courage to look any further.Ji Yao turned off the screen, squinted her eyes and smoked the rest of the cigarette dully, the osmanthus fragrance drifted far away due to the dampness.His smoke is thin and long, with various fragrant smells, which can be bitten in the mouth or picked in the hand.Only the smell of tobacco could make him forget his anxiety for a while. What the Four Foxes said was right, this thing can relax people.The first time Ji Yao smoked was also on the anti-terrorist battlefield. Africa has changed him too much.

He put the phone back in his pocket and took out another gadget, the bullet that fell into his body armor.Ji Yao looked at it, he knew what he was going to do just by looking at this bullet.With such a heavy rain in the dark night, there is a large area that Ji Yao can't see, and Tang Ji can just hide in any corner.He may be staring at himself with a sniper scope somewhere now, just like he used to stare at Song Chen with a sniper scope.

Song Chen's death is just the beginning, just like the sun is just a morning star.Ji Yao knew that he had to look forward and stare at him like a devil.Nine foxes cannot die in vain.

After the smoke burned out, Ji Yao twirled the last bit of ashes and watched them fall to the ground.He put the bullets back into his pocket, stood up from the bench and went back to the warehouse with the wet umbrella in hand.The place on the leg pierced by the bullet hurt badly, Ji Yao went to find an empty chair and sat down, looking at the executive officers sleeping on the camp bed.Zhu Min lay sideways facing inward in a corner, beside the medicine box that hadn't been tidied up in time, and the bloody bandages and cotton were not taken away either.

Ji Yao didn't feel sleepy, and bursts of hunger hit his heart. He hadn't eaten for more than 20 hours, and he had been hungry and full since the start of the war.He endured the hunger and wanted to do something to divert attention.Ji Yao took out the tablet, dimmed the light, opened the notepad and started writing.One thing he has been doing, on and off, in addition to his daily marching journal, is writing about his experiences in the war on terror.

Today he should write about the canyon.

They wanted to escort the two captured prisoners to the reception point outside another mountain, and they had to pass through a canyon.The canyon is shrouded in downdraft all year round and is extremely dry. The slopes on both sides are covered with fluffy wormwood and drought-resistant shrubs, as well as some cacti that are stumbling around.Ji Yao took three foxes, four foxes, and six foxes to escort the prisoners, and they had to walk on foot in the complex terrain of the canyon.After wading a stream and white sand and pebbles, they walked up the dusty mountain road through the soft sand.

The command center in Kampala used the "Progressor" drone to monitor their actions, and the four men marched along the mountain road with two captured enemies.Suddenly, news came from the execution center that four local civilians had come ahead.

Ji Yao immediately asked the four foxes and six foxes to pull the prisoner to hide in the wormwood bushes on the side of the road, and pointed their guns at the four people coming from the other side of the road.All four were black, wearing local costumes, and covered their mouths and noses with long towels to prevent inhaling too much dust.Ji Yao yelled at them to stop quickly, or they would shoot, and the four of them obediently did so.Ji Yao gestured to the three foxes, asking him to search for these civilians.

The three foxes walked up to the civilians, asked them to raise their hands, and began to search one by one.These commoners seemed to be going to the market, and they carried bananas, sweet apricots, and some sun-dried berries in their backpacks.When it was the last turn, a black man stopped him and said, "She's a woman, you can't touch her."

According to local customs, strangers are not allowed to touch married women casually.The three foxes looked back at Ji Yao, and Ji Yao signaled him to ask the man to search the woman.At this moment, there was a sudden gunshot from the side, and the bullet shattered Liuhuhu's kneecap, causing him to cry out in pain.Ji Yao suddenly turned his gun and fired at the mountain, even though he was not sure where the enemy was.The command center said that the drone could not see the sniper and could not provide help. Ji Yao cursed and turned sideways into the bushes for cover.

He went up from the bottom, crawled close to Six Foxes, and found that his right leg was bleeding profusely.Ji Yao asked the four foxes to outflank and cover the fire, while urgently bandaging the wounds of the six foxes.Ji Yao unpacked the medical package and threw it to him, and told Liu Huhu to stay where he was, watch out for the two criminals, and use machine guns to cover him up to the heights.

After the two sides fought for a few minutes, Six Foxes killed a sniper hiding behind a rock.Ji Yao climbed up to a high ground on the cover, silently copied behind the sniper who was lying next to the rock, and suddenly shouted: "Aha!"

The sniper turned his head in fright, and Ji Yao immediately shot him in the head.

"The cleaning is complete." Ji Yao said, he went back to the mountain road, pulled the rope, picked up the two criminals, threw them to the ground and beat them hard with the butt of the gun.

The three foxes made the shivering civilians hiding in the wormwood stand up and let them go.When it was the turn of the fourth woman, the three foxes reached out and stopped her, saying, "I haven't finished checking yet."

"Forget it, third child, let them go." Ji Yao waved his hand.

Sanhu didn't listen to Ji Yao, he asked the woman to raise her hand.At this time, Ji Yao saw that the woman was holding a red button in her hand hidden under the robe, and her thumb was pressing on it.Ji Yao immediately realized what it was. After he yelled "the third child", the woman immediately pressed the button, and a loud explosion drowned out Ji Yao's voice.The shock wave caused him to fly several meters away, and the violent yellow sand covered his body with a thick layer of white dust.

Immediately after the explosion, Ji Yao got up from the ground, wiped off the blood from the scratches on his face, and ran towards the charred ground.The four foxes shouted the name of the three foxes, but the three foxes had been blown up to nothing.There was a big pit left on the scorched, pitch-black ground, and some cloth strips were scattered around. It was not known whether it belonged to the woman or the three foxes.

Ji Yao bent down and picked up a string of silver chains in a pile of dirt, with a half-burned metal plate hanging underneath.This is Sanhu's ID card hanging around his neck, engraved with his real name - Xie Peihong.

Another month after this incident, the sergeant came to Ji Yao and said that there was an order from above to transfer the injured six foxes to Ethiopia.In fact, the plane that the six foxes were on did not reach Ethiopia, but crashed in a desert in South Sudan.Six Foxes died in the crash.Afterwards, it was found that it was because the enemy bribed a maintainer on the plane, and the maintainer installed 30 pounds of explosives on the plane.

The author says:

【"Interview Record"】

Qi Mingli: "Most people will go to their wives and children after the war is over, but I am very simple. I have no wife, children, or parents. I only have a laboratory and my second-hand Buick. As you can see , I'm 90 years old and I still drive around the sea on the weekends, the car is getting old with me. I've done a lifetime of experiments and opened up a new era. In the arctic At that time, I realized that we are a team, although sometimes there will be problems, but the problems can always be solved. Even though I am very old, if there is a next opportunity, I will still choose to cooperate with them."