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"Which passage do you want to look back on, try to recall it during the simulation process." Wei Hao said, "The screen on my side can monitor the abnormal fluctuations of your brain waves, and analyze and generate code instructions synchronously."

"The delay is 12 seconds, just wait patiently." Qi Kuo said, "I'll wait for you here."

"Don't you have to go to work?" Yan Lang asked.

"Monitoring your progress is also part of my work." Qi Kuo said, "Come in."

Yan Lang bent down and stepped into the simulation cabin, lay down with his arms propped up on the tablet, put on his helmet, and closed his eyes.

"Captain, Team Yan?"

With exactly the same lines, Yan Lang heard his own answer: "Xiao Su, concentrate on driving."

[Fast forward. 】Yan Lang thought to himself, after a delay of one or two seconds, the screen really started to flash quickly, fast forwarding until Xiao Su said: "Here we are."

【stop. 】Yan Lang thought, the screen braked suddenly, and the screen on the right side of the steering wheel showed 6:30.

Outside the windshield, the plaque of the Taiyuan Second Biology and Chemistry Research Center was in front of the vehicle. A researcher in a white coat walked out of the gate and shook hands with Yan Lang: "Hello, I am Carlos from the Lauster Biological Laboratory. Is it Team Yan?"

Yan Lang held Carlos' hand and said, "Yes, where are the things?" He saw a little bit of black on the collarbone of Carlos' neck, like ink, and also like a tattoo pattern.

What is that? Yan Lang rewinds the screen and shows it at a slow speed. The screen scrolls frame by frame. Carlos is wearing a round-neck short-sleeved T-shirt and a white coat. The black corners protrude about five millimeters from the neckline. , a slight reflection in the sun.It's not ink, Yan Lang is sure, the color is on the skin, it should be a tattoo.

The screen continued to play, "There are two important instruments, and some medicines, I packed them into boxes, you can just carry them into the trunk." Carlos led them to the research institute, and he passed by Yan Lang In an instant, the black lines on the collarbone extended downward, and Yan Lang confirmed again that it was a tattoo.

What followed was a long story of wrangling and approval. Yan Lang didn't fast-forward. He was very curious about the tattoo on Carlos' neck. No matter whether it was related to the following things or not, it was a new discovery.The story advances to moving things. Carlos carried a foam box and put it in the back seat, saying, "This is medicine."

The gray foam box is made of unknown material. Yan Lang noticed that the sealing buckle of the box is simple, without a combination lock, anyone can open it.Since it is the prototype of a precious new anticancer drug, why is it so rashly sealed?

Yan Lang got into the co-pilot and said, "Okay, let's go." The car screen showed 7:00.

It takes an hour and a half to drive from the research institute to Yanning Airport. In the rearview mirror, Carlos is always holding the foam box and not letting go, chatting with Wang Qi in a relaxed tone, but his arm muscles are tense. Carlos's mood is not right, Yan Lang judges through micro-expressions, Carlos's eyes are wandering, swallowing saliva anxiously, looking for topics to relieve anxiety for a moment.It's a pity that Yan Lang's mind was occupied by other things at that time, and he didn't pay attention to Carlos' unusual mental state.

At 8:30, commercial vehicles stop at the temporary drop-off point on the international departure floor of Terminal T3 of Yanning Airport.Yan Lang called the customer service of the airport's special channel, and while speaking, Carlos' expression in the rearview mirror became visibly tense.

This is not a coincidence, Yan Lang had a guess in his mind that this was a premeditated virus leak.

What is the S-level mission that occupied the special passage, what role Carlos played in it, and what is the tattoo? Mysteries filled Yan Lang's head.Then there was the incident of his ex-husband attacking a pregnant woman. Yan Lang didn't understand why he kept staring at the strange man who was protecting the pregnant woman from a knife. Who was that man, and what did he have to do with himself at that time.

At the end of the simulation, Yan Lang opened his eyes, and Wei Hao's voice came: "Three hours, two ten minutes."

"How do you feel?" Qi Kuo asked.

"I'm so tired." Yan Lang was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and his brain was clamoring for a strike. He yawned a long time, and walked out with his arms on Qi Kuo's shoulders like a large pendant, "especially Hungry."

"Long-term high-load simulation will consume a lot of energy." Qi Kuo said, "I will send you back to the dormitory, and then go to the cafeteria to get food. What do you want to eat?"

"Meat." Yan Lang spit out a word, "I want to sleep." He arched his shoulders, and lost his childish tantrum sticky.

Qi Kuo said to Wei Hao: "Thank you for your hard work, come here first today, let's get off work first." He supported Yan Lang and walked towards the elevator. Since the beginning of the cooperation, Wei Hao has never seen Qi Kuo so considerate. I think of Yang Yi's ridicule [iron tree blossoms].

Qi Kuo didn't care what others thought, he stood in the elevator car and pressed down to the 180th floor.The wolfhound lay on his shoulder and breathed steadily, and the hot air brushed the side of his face. Qi Kuo hugged Yan Lang's waist, pinched his tight muscles secretly with his fingers, and pursed his lips to show a restrained and satisfied smile.

Qi Kuo cherishes every minute and every second of the present very much. In front of him is the end of the world, and behind him is a lover with a pure personality. He will lead all mankind to a new ending. Even if he cannot save all mankind, he will create a new life for his lover. A utopia.

The manufacture of the shuttle is stuck on an embarrassing problem - positioning.It can only be teleported after precise positioning. Positioning across time and space refers to a certain time, a certain place, and transmission to a certain person. In the definition of space-time theory, the state of matter at every moment is unique, Qi Kuo thinks Using this theory to realize the positioning of time and space, time, place, and people are all internally related. You only need to locate one of them, and you can follow the map to find out and expand the slice of the entire time and space.

Qi Kuo opened the door of Yan Lang's dormitory, and walked in with the help of the dazed wolfhound.He was so absorbed in thinking about the shuttle machine that he didn't notice that the wolf dog subconsciously pulled him into his arms and rolled him onto the bed to sleep soundly, until he lay in Yan Lang's arms, Qi Kuo stared at the ceiling, his mind was still spinning [ How to accurately describe the space-time slice through a positioning】This problem.

"Frequency." Yan Lang said.

"What?" Qi Kuo was sitting on the sofa, Yan Lang walked up to him and sat down, holding a peeled apple in his hand: "Last time you asked me how I found that smuggling organization, I found it using frequency. "

This is a small fragment of Qi Kuo's memory. The time is about the summer when Yan Lang was 24 years old. At that time, Yan Lang worked as a policeman for a year. .

"They used telegrams to communicate, transmitting different frequency groups at different times." Yan Lang said, "My colleague thought it was noise, and I thought it would be no harm to write it down, so I remembered it for half a month."

"Telegram." Qi Kuo said, "That is something from a century ago."

"Almost." Yan Lang said, "Who would have thought that this group of people could communicate in such a retro way."

Frequency, Qi Kuo said silently, what does this have to do with positioning?Yan Lang turned over and pulled the quilt over himself, stretched out his hand to pull Qi Kuo into the quilt, his brows relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep.

"The frequency of their transmissions is different at each time point every day. When the new week comes, they will repeat this pattern." Yan Lang said, "The frequency is generally similar. There are 54 weeks in a year, such as the 30th week. Their frequency starts Yes da da, week 31, da—— da.”

"Looking for the regularity of the frequency, I can know which week they deliver the goods, where the transaction point is, and how many kilograms of goods are in total." Yan Lang said, "It's just a little change. They lied to us for two or three years."

Frequency, similarity and change, Qi Kuo tilted his head, put his head in Yan Lang's arms, rested for a while, don't worry, he can always figure it out.

In order to crack down on the counterfeit drug smuggling case, Yan Lang almost died on the transport ship, and he jumped into the sea facing the flames of the explosion.There were blood and corpses floating on the sea surface, as well as countless white medicine boxes dumped into the sea by smugglers trying to destroy them. Yan Lang drifted with the current on a floating plank. A day later, the search team found Yan Lang unconscious on the beach.

That was the source of Qi Kuo and Yan Lang's first quarrel over work.Their lives are not only made up of beauty and dreams, but also conflicts, disagreements and mutual compromises.

They have love, but not just love.