Hannibal is not a scientist who is powerless. He looks like George Clooney, and his skills and courage are like Indiana Jones. The M1911 pistol in Shuanzhu's hand cannot create too much deterrent. He temporarily surrendered just to paralyze the other party.

"I can do it, but you can't point the gun at me, so I will be afraid, fear will lead to mistakes." Hannibal said this calmly, and Shuanzhu was indeed deceived. He turned his gun and pointed it at his assistant. At this moment, Hannibal suddenly took action and grabbed Shuanzhu's wrist tightly with lightning speed. The guard outside the door rushed in and used the heavy walnut wood stock of the rifle to head towards Shuanzhu's head. Shuanzhu lay down softly.

A basin of cold water poured on Shuanzhu's face. He woke up and found that he was locked on the turret by an iron chain. Not far away, Ji Yu said with a sad face: "This is done, there is no way to do it."

"I should have shot him." Shuan Zhu was very upset. He wanted to save Liu Yanzhi so much that he lacked the courage to burn his boats and failed instead.

Hannibal came over and looked at them with great sympathy: "Two things, gentlemen, first, congratulations to you on being part of the Rainbow Project, second, you are going to say goodbye to the world, and to be honest, I don't know where to go."

Ji Yugan said: "Can we understand how this device can do people?"

Hannibal said: "Although the most taboo thing in Hollywood movies is to make a long speech at the end, I still want to give you some science. This is a rough, simple, immature time tunnel device. Its only function is to peel off the human soul from the body. Technically, it can also be called death, but some people will become madmen. In the Chinese way, it means that the three souls and seven spirits are lost half. Do you understand?"

Ji Yu laughed: "It's a good idea to use a strong magnetic field to make people fools."

Shuan Zhu spat, "I'll still become a fool if I take that effort."

Guan Lu couldn't help but swear: "The Americans just take off their pants and fart them, and they're all that a waste of time."

Hannibal maintained an elegant gentlemanly manner and explained kindly: "No, no, no, not as you imagined. This is a very forward-looking experiment. Your sacrifices and contributions will be remembered in the history of human development. Moreover, the mortality rate of such experiments is not 100%, and someone can come back. I wish you lucky ones, okay, see you again, ladies and gentlemen."

...

Seeing the tragic scene, Liu Yanzhi entered a state of madness. He did not believe that he was dead. He wanted to change all this. He wanted to turn around history and turn the world around. However, a wandering soul could do nothing, and it was impossible to stop others from taking their son away.

Liu Yanzhi rushed into the sky with resentment, and flew up to the sky with a whoosh, overlooking the devastated San Francisco. Black smoke soared into the sky. Another house collapsed. He couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so he resolutely flew towards the Pacific Ocean. He wanted to return to Cuiwei Mountain, return to the base time and space, find a way to restore his body and rescue his wife and children. Although his hope was slim, he had to try it before giving up.

The vast ocean is boundless. Liu Yanzhi flew across the Pacific Ocean with his thoughts. His body was not a physical body, but a mass of consciousness, so his speed was extremely fast. When he stopped and looked at his feet, it was still San Francisco in the earthquake, and there was still black smoke rising into the sky. A house collapsed. Liu Yan was stunned for a moment, and then understood something. He accidentally saw the ultimate mystery of time. He didn't understand the theory of relativity, but he knew one thing that as long as the speed was fast enough, he could catch up with time.

Liu Yanzhi tried to fly west again. Strictly speaking, his movement was no longer flying, but instantaneous movement, teleporting counterclockwise around the earth at the speed of light, with an equator length of only 40,000 kilometers, and the distance to the latitude of San Francisco in the northern hemisphere was shorter, which was a blink of an eye for him.

When I accidentally turned too much and stopped again, San Francisco was still a barren land, with no trace of the city, only two fortresses built by the Spaniards, wooden fences and high wooden watchtowers, soldiers carrying flintlocks were vigilantly looking in the inland direction.

This was probably the mid-18th century when Upper California was still a colony of Spain. Later, Mexico became independent and became Mexico's territory. After nearly a hundred years, after the US-Mexico War, it became the territory of the United States. Then gold mines were discovered, and countless people flocked to it, which made the name San Francisco the name.

Liu Yanzhi changed direction and teleported clockwise. This time he silently recited time in his mind, controlling the number of turns. After countless adjustments, the countless times may be ten thousand times or hundreds of thousands. For those who have mastered the fourth dimension, time can be squandered at will, just like the water in the Pacific Ocean and inexhaustible. In short, Liu Yanzhi finally mastered the rules and moved to the moment before the outbreak of the San Francisco earthquake on April 18, 1906.

San Francisco was silent in the early morning, dawn broke out in the east, the morning light enveloped the city, the gas lights on the streets had gone out, and the wheels of the carriage that delivered milk ran across the asphalt road. The hardworking Chinese people on Chinatown had already started a busy day, especially those who opened laundry shops.

The laundry opened by Lin Su is hung with Chinese signs, with beautiful and graceful handwriting. It should be written by Lin Su, who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting: Yanzhi Washing. Liu Yanzhi immediately understood that Lin Su was using this method to find her husband's whereabouts, but unfortunately her efforts were in vain. People in the spring boudoir dream did not belong to this era at all.

Laundry is a very hard industry. There was no washing machine at the beginning of the 20th century, so it was all about hand washing. Western clothes needed to be washed by pulp and ironed. The procedures were much more complicated than simple washing. Chinese laundry shops were everywhere, relying on price competition, small capital and low profits, and washing a lot of clothes every day. Lin Su could only do it himself and get up early every day to earn money for himself and his son.

Although she has lived in the United States for six years, Lin Su is still wearing Chinese clothes and wearing Chinese hairstyles. She looks no different from when she first met. She has just become much more resolute in her work. She is making breakfast in the kitchen, fried eggs, bacon and milk. After she finished, she went upstairs and carried a fat boy down, and educated her son in a familiar Beijing Mandarin with a slightly Hunan accent: "Eat soon, study after eating."

My son sat at the dining table, looking sleepy and absent-mindedly eating fried eggs. After eating a few bites, he complained: "Mom, I don't want to study today."

Lin Suban raised his face and said, "Shut up, eat, sleep or not, and don't speak during meals."

The son kept silent and pouted. After breakfast, Lin Su took the book to test him. The little boy held his hands behind his back. Lang Lang recited the Baijia surname: "Zhao Qian, Sun, Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng Wang... The Baijia surname ended."

"Okay, no word is wrong. Mom will reward you. Write English below, from one to hundreds."

Liu Yanzhi floated in the air and watched the mother and her every move, and was almost melted by this warm scene. Suddenly, he thought of the imminent earthquake, and became anxious. He floated to the table, trying to pick up paper and pen to write to remind Lin Su, but at this time he had become more transparent and could not even hold the pen.

"Lin Su, I'm here, it's me." Liu Yanzhi tried to embrace Lin Su, but passed by. He was just a dimmering soul and could no longer have any contact or communication with people.

The relatives are just a short distance away, but they cannot communicate. Liu Yanzhi feels so distressed that he has no choice but to die. He is just a consciousness, not a real person.

The earthquake still happened. Lin Su was alert to find danger and quickly asked her to go out to stand on the street, but she went upstairs again. Liu Yanzhi followed behind and shouted silently, asking her to escape quickly. Lin Su couldn't hear it. She ran upstairs, dragged her suitcase from under the bed, took out the box, and hurried downstairs, but found that her son was back.

"Mom, it's dark outside, I'm afraid." said the son.

The house had already started to shake violently. Lin Su didn't bother to scold her son, pulled her son and rushed to the door. Suddenly a beam fell down and hit the top of her head. Lin Su pushed her son out with all her strength a second before she was unconscious.

Liu Yanzhi's eyes were blurred in tears, but he still saw it clearly. The land of San Francisco was shaking like waves, and countless houses collapsed instantly. This was a catastrophe of life and death and a century of disaster.

In the next few hours, Liu Yanzhi accompanied his son at the door of the collapsed laundry until rescuers arrived. One advantage of the wooden houses was that they were lighter in quality and easy to rescue. Everyone rescued Lin Su from the ruins and tentatively breathed, and they had long been exhausted. Someone found a piece of cloth to cover Lin Su. The money box in her hand also fell into someone else's hands. The man opened the box, took the dollar away, threw the box on the ground, and a photo flew out. It was a photo of Liu Yanzhi and Lin Su at the Shanghai Road Photo Studio.

The next thing was a scene that Liu Yanzhi had seen. His son was taken away and his wife's body was buried and buried. He could no longer bear to watch it. He had to recover his body.

Liu Yanzhi took off again and headed along the time axis, with the goal of the Naval Shipyard on the east coast on the banks of the Delava River in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

...

On the deck of the destroyer in Philadelphia Navy Shipyard, the unlucky guys who passed through the team were tied tightly by iron chains, watching in horror as the huge and ugly pre-industrial era electronic tube instruments were powered up, various colored light bulbs flashed, and electric sparks crackled. In the control room, hundreds of pointers of dashboards pointed to the end.

Green smoke spread, and the Marines in charge of the alert retreated outside the safety line.

When death is approaching, everyone is already desperate, and they don’t struggle or scold. They just hope that they can withstand the radiation of super magnetic fields as Hannibal said.

Suddenly, Liu Yan, who was already stiff on the deck, moved. Mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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