She rushed to the desk, grabbed the heavy old newspaper she was carrying, and slammed it down on the mahogany table in front of Zhang Mingyuan with a loud thud! The force was so great that the teacups on the table jumped!

"Do you know what this is? Mingzhao asked me to give this to you!"

"What?" Dean Zhang was taken aback.

"This is a visualization drone!"

Liu Wenjun was panting heavily, her bloodshot eyes fixed on Zhang Mingyuan.

She said she had enough materials to make it even better!

She practically shouted it out, every word carrying an accusation and retaliation against Zhang Mingyuan's previous contempt!

Zhang Mingyuan was stunned by the sudden turn of events and the terrifying madness in Liu Wenjun's eyes. He subconsciously looked at the package on the table that had been handled so roughly.

The old newspapers were crumpled and stained with black grease on the edges, looking cheap and dirty, completely out of place in his neat and imposing office.

"Nonsense!" After a brief moment of astonishment, an even greater surge of anger erupted! Zhang Mingyuan felt his authority had been severely challenged! He pointed at the package, his fingers trembling with rage.

"Liu Wenjun! I think you've gone mad! What kind of junk are you bringing here to cause trouble? Mingzhao? That autistic girl? What does she know? She..."

Before the words were even finished!

Liu Wenjun suddenly reached out, with a resolute determination to perish together with him, and fiercely tore open the tattered newspaper!

The contents of the package were instantly exposed to the harsh white light of the office, and to Zhang Mingyuan's astonished gaze!

That's not junk!

It was a... metal artifact with an extremely strange structure!

The main body resembles a flattened tin can, with a pitted and uneven surface and welding marks so rough they look like they were chewed by a dog, clearly indicating that it was crudely pieced together by hand.

Several wires of different colors jutted out from the holes in the tin can, tangled haphazardly, connecting to several equally rudimentary small parts that looked like they'd been salvaged from a discarded radio: a miniature motor, a convex lens made from ground glass, and several metal pieces and coils whose purpose was unclear.

The whole thing looks like it's full of post-industrial wasteland punk style, simple, rough, ugly, and even a bit comical.

Zhang Mingyuan only glanced at it, and his pent-up anger and contempt instantly surged to their peak! This was even worse than he had imagined! It was practically junk picked up from a garbage dump!

"Liu Wenjun! You..." He was furious and grabbed the teacup on the table, wanting to smash it over her head!

However--

Just as Zhang Mingyuan's hand touched the teacup!

The ugly metallic lump, exposed to the air after Liu Wenjun tore open the newspaper, suddenly emitted an extremely faint yet unusually high-frequency "hum!"

Immediately afterwards, a tiny, inconspicuous red light on the side of the can flashed! It was so fast it was almost an illusion!

The next second!

"Buzz—!"

A faint, almost invisible beam of light, barely perceptible to the naked eye, suddenly shot out from the rough glass convex lens and struck the snow-white wall of the office!

There was no earth-shattering sound, no dazzling light.

A dynamic image was projected onto the wall, abruptly, clearly, and steadily!

The image clearly shows the interior of an abandoned old warehouse at the research institute! The angle is from the top of the warehouse looking down! The image is somewhat blurry and grainy, and the colors are also somewhat distorted, but it is enough to identify Mingzhao's dilapidated workbench piled with various parts and tools!

On the workbench, there were several blueprints for the core structure of the mechanical leg that Liu Wenjun was extremely familiar with, blueprints that the dean had dismissed as "pipe dreams"! You could even see half a half-eaten cornbread next to the blueprints!

What made Zhang Mingyuan and Liu Wenjun's scalps tingle even more was that!

A virtual image of Jiang Feng appeared in the screen! A lifelike 3D image of Jiang Feng, outlined by countless pale blue dots!

The image was wearing a national security uniform and standing steadily! The image's legs were clearly the futuristic mechanical structure shown in the blueprints!

The image even took a step forward! Although the movement was still a bit stiff, it was definitely "walking"!

Is this... a real-time monitoring projection? Or... a simulation with augmented reality effects?

Zhang Mingyuan's hand, which was holding the teacup, froze in mid-air!

The rage on his face seemed to freeze instantly, as if a pause button had been pressed!

Instead, he was filled with extreme shock, bewilderment, and a horrified sense of his worldview being turned upside down! His eyes were wide open like saucers as he stared intently at the incredibly clear, still slightly adjusting, dynamic image on the wall!

This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! With current technology, such a small device, such clear real-time projection, and even dynamic modeling? This is simply a fantasy! That broken tin can? Those discarded wires? That autistic child?

Liu Wenjun was completely stunned!

Her mouth was open, tears still hanging on her face, but she forgot to let them flow.

She looked at the virtual, walking figure of her husband on the wall, and her heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and then suddenly released!

The immense shock left her mind blank, with only that pale blue image of someone striding forward etched deep into her pupils like a brand!

Dead silence!

The only sounds in the office were the continuous and steady high-frequency hum of the simple metal can and the silent yet incredibly powerful visual impact of the dynamic projection on the wall!

The teacup in Zhang Mingyuan's hand crashed to the thick carpet with a loud bang, splashing scalding tea everywhere and soaking a large area of ​​the expensive carpet.

He was completely oblivious, standing frozen in place like a clay or wooden sculpture, staring intently at the wall, at the ugly metal lump born from the junkyard that projected a vision of the future.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

On the blueprints that he dismissed as "empty talk" and burned with holes by cigarette ash, the words "QEC-7 (Quantum Entanglement Transmission Prototype 7)" marked in a corner were like a red-hot branding iron, suddenly burning into his mind!

Materials... just enough? And the ability to make... even better?

That autistic girl... what she said... could it be true?

Liu Wenjun slowly raised her hand, her trembling fingertips reaching towards the pale blue, walking image of Jiang Feng on the wall. Hot tears finally surged out again, this time not out of despair, but out of immense, overwhelming ecstasy and unbelievable hope!

The owl flapped its wings, tearing through the iron curtain of despair. That simple "0.1" mark, like a thunderclap from the future, exploded in this office that symbolized authority and the "impossible"!