Chapter 81: Su Wei's message: Time remains unchanged, silently waiting for a change...

Wen Yi followed Guo Qingyu back to the Suwei Laboratory. The room was brightly lit, and rows of experimental data were scrolling on the huge holographic screen, like countless timelines running in an intertwined manner.

The lab workers, who were working overtime, nodded in greeting upon seeing Guo Qingyu return. Wen Yi, following behind him, briefly exchanged greetings. She also spotted two familiar faces in the crowd—Xiao Yishan and Lu Zhiyu, the two supernatural scientists in charge of modeling.

"Has the target time been confirmed?" Guo Qingyu took off his coat and walked towards the main console.

"Twenty years ago, during the final evaluation phase for the nuclear power plant site," Xiao Yishan displayed a historical milestone on her tablet. "Three days before the geological survey report was submitted."

"How sure are you?" Guo Qingyu's voice was cold, exuding an authority that didn't suit his age. Wen Yi looked at him quietly. So this was how he spoke to others. Standing next to him, she felt like she was being bullied.

"No more than 60%." Lu Zhiyu answered truthfully.

Guo Qingyu adjusted his glasses and said, "Is this the best result you can come up with?" His eyebrows slightly raised, and his tone did not reveal his emotion.

Xiao Yishan curled her lips and said confidently, "Go ahead and laugh, boss. Without Zhiyu and me, there wouldn't even be a 30% chance."

Lu Zhiyu added softly, "We repeatedly modeled and deduced to determine the most appropriate intervention window, where intervention would not trigger more serious historical deviations."

"Let's choose this time." Guo Qingyu rubbed his chin and finally nodded decisively. "Is the anchor point ready?" "This is the original survey map of Area A7 from the geological survey report from that year, which we retrieved from the National Archives." Xiao Yishan handed over a yellowed map. "Complete data for Area A7."

He took the blueprint, glanced at it, paused, and turned to look at Wen Yi. She thought he was going to tell her something important, and just as she was about to take a step forward to listen, she heard Guo Qingyu suddenly say something irrelevant:

"How are you feeling? I've asked an obstetrician and gynecologist to see you. If you feel any discomfort, please tell me immediately. Got it?"

The air stagnated for a moment.

Xiao Yishan raised her eyebrows upon hearing this and gave Guo Qingyu a playful smile: "Boss, that's amazing! You haven't even had the wedding candy yet, but you're already eating the wedding eggs?"

Lu Zhiyu didn't say anything, but just looked at Wen Yi curiously.

Wen Yi was stunned, her cheeks flushed instantly, and she quickly waved her hands to deny: "No... It's not what you think..." But she felt that the more she explained, the worse it would be, so she simply shut up and just nodded at Guo Qingyu.

Guo Qingyu didn't explain anything, but replied calmly, "Okay, it's almost time, let's get started."

Xiao Yisan and Lu Zhiyu put aside their joking thoughts and quickly came to the main console to prepare to start the program.

Wen Yi looked at the time-spinning device on the anti-gravity display stand in the control center. It was like a pair of cold eyes overlooking the world, quietly waiting for someone to discover the secret of time.

Guo Qingyu stood in front of the main console, setting parameters with a calm look.

Everything was about to be ready. Wen Yi was led by Guo Qingyu step by step to the experimental chair in the control center and slowly sat down.

He attached the neural sensor interfaces to her heliotrope one by one, and finally handed her the time-scope and the survey report.

"Is this the anchor?" she whispered.

"Yes." Guo Qingyu nodded. "It carries the memory of that period of history. As long as you look back into its past, it's like standing at the doorway of that time and space."

"What should I do after I return to that time?" She looked at Guo Qingyu, her voice a little uneasy.

"We need to convey a message to the geological experts of that year and find a way to tell them that the rock formations in the A7 area will be faulted in the future, which may cause geological disasters."

"How do you convey this?"

"Look for something that can affect them, any form of signal." He put the time monitor on her.

"Signal? The kind of wireless signal? I don't know how to do it!" Wen Yi couldn't help but frown.

She reached out and gently grasped the corner of his clothes: "I'm really not sure. I——"

"You can do it." Guo Qingyu interrupted her. "Do you remember, at the gate of Nanyang Middle School, you penetrated the barrier of time and space and affected me..." He looked deeply into her eyes and said firmly, "You will definitely find a way to affect the past."

Wen Yi looked at him blankly, and vague memories emerged in her mind. She had spent so many words with Gu Yifeng in the school days, across time and space.

Maybe she could do it, but she just never tried.

"How can we know if we don't try?" Guo Qingyu had already started connecting to the neural sensor interface on the experimental chair. "What if you are gifted?"

"You seem to have an inexplicable trust in me."

Guo Qingyu's eyes moved slightly, and then he looked away: "You have proved it to me time and time again."

Wen Yi's pupils widened, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

The next moment, he had completed the hardware connection, and the countdown sounded in his ears:

"Five...four...three...two...one...consciousness access."

As the countdown ended, Wen Yi took a deep breath, placed her hand gently on the yellowed geological survey report, and closed her eyes.

The world before my eyes suddenly shattered, turning into dust of light and shadow all over the sky.

Her consciousness fell into nothingness, and the only sound in her ears was her own heartbeat.

Countless intersecting cones of light sank at the end of the void, unchanged for eternity, silently waiting for the arrival of a variable.

The next second, she was in an office twenty years ago.

The sun shone in from the window, dust floated slowly in the beam of light, the electric fan above my head was humming, the table was piled with drawings and materials, and the air was mixed with the smell of ink and summer heat.

This is the geological survey office.

"The signal is stable." Lu Zhiyu's voice came from the headset, as if whispering in her ear, "The image is beginning to form."

"The image clarity is good." Xiao Yishan continued, "You have successfully entered the target area."

"Very good." Guo Qingyu gave the order calmly, "Now start calibrating the perspective." On the big screen, the picture was constantly corrected and gradually became clear and stable.

Wen Yi looked around the office and her eyes fell on the largest desk in the middle of the room.

"Can you see my vision?" she whispered.

"Yes," Guo Qingyu explained. "We use your brain electrical activity to receive the images you see in real time. The system then compiles and reconstructs the images. By utilizing the correlation between quantum states to achieve data flow, we can freely switch perspectives at will."

The image on the big screen turned, accurately locking onto the location she was looking at.

"That should be the core office area. Continue to zoom in and confirm whether the report in area A7 on the desk has been submitted." Guo Qingyu instructed.

The picture then zooms in, and the documents, pencils, teacup, and every detail on the table become clearly visible.

"Confirmed." Xiao Yishan responded quickly, "The report is on the table, and the time points match."

At this moment, the fan was still on, but there was no one else in the entire office.

"How long can we maintain this consciousness connection?" Wen Yi asked in a low voice while observing.

"Not sure." Guo Qingyu's voice came from the headset, "It depends on your situation. Hurry and leave a message."

"good."

Just then, footsteps were heard at the door - someone was coming.

The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked into the office. Wen Yi turned around and recognized him at a glance.

It was the engineer who signed the report during the last review.

Her heart tightened.

"The target has appeared." Xiao Yishan's voice came from the headset, "It's Chief Engineer Wang Hongqiao."

"Wen Yi, think of a solution quickly." Guo Qingyu raised his voice.

Wen Yi immediately focused her attention and used the same method she used to communicate with Gu Yifeng, ringing her voice in his ear:

【Don't, go】

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Hongqiao stopped in his tracks and his whole body froze.

Wen Yi quickly asked awkwardly, "Did I scare him?"

Cross-dimensional sound transmission is actually a technical job, just like using musical instruments to simulate human voices. Not only is the timbre difficult to approximate, but the rhythm is even more difficult to grasp.

Therefore, when she talked with Gu Yifeng that year, she only used very short sentences to avoid ambiguity.

She hadn't used this skill for years, and it was already rusty. She wasn't sure what effect her words would have on Wang Hongqiao's ears.

“…”

There was silence on the other side of the laboratory.

After a while, Lu Zhiyu's gentle voice came: "There is currently no impact on history, please continue trying."

Wang Hongqiao finally moved. He touched the back of his head, looked around, and after confirming that no one was around, he whispered to himself:

"Could it be that I've been working too much overtime and am hallucinating?"

really.

She was about to take a step forward and continue "speaking", but before she could get close to Wang Hongqiao, she saw him immediately turn around and walk out the door.

"No, I have to go to the bathroom and wash my face."

Wen Yi: ...

"Wen Yi, this method doesn't suit him." Guo Qingyu said decisively, "If you continue like this, he'll just keep doubting himself. Try another method."

"I understand." She took a deep breath and began to think about how to leave a message.

What else can we do?

"How about a note?" she asked tentatively. "A warning, a piece of paper? Write it down for them."

"Maybe we can try it." Guo Qingyu replied, "This method is the simplest, most direct, and cannot be traced back."

"But... I haven't tried writing across dimensions!" She shook her head repeatedly. "The most I can do is slightly influence gravity."

"Then start with 'pulling,'" he said. "Use your ability and start by turning a page. There's paper and a pen on your desk; these are things you can directly pull."

Wen Yi's heart trembled, as if she had grasped some possibility.

With a thought, she appeared in front of the desk.

There are a lot of things on the table, but it's not difficult to find paper and pen.

She concentrated her attention, her eyes fixed on the red pencil, as if she was having a conversation with it.

Her consciousness sank into the microscopic world, and she could sense that there were countless hair-thin force lines around the pencil, as if a magnetic field surrounded it.

She tried to gently move those invisible lines of force, exerting force on them bit by bit.

A moment later, the red pencil slowly rose, as if held in mid-air by an invisible hand. A faint ripple appeared in the air, a sign of the disturbance of gravity.

"Very good." Guo Qingyu's voice was full of confidence. "Now, write down what you want to say."

Wen Yi thought about the message she wanted to convey: there are signs of faults in the rock strata in the A7 area, which may cause geological disasters in the future.

She was about to start, but then changed her mind and asked, "...This is too many words. Can you make it shorter?"

“…”

She heard Guo Qingyu remain silent for a second, as if suppressing some emotion, and said, "It's up to you, as long as the meaning is clear."

She stopped talking and, through gravitational perturbations, guided the pencil across the paper bit by bit. Each stroke was a fine-tuning of the curvature of space.

At first, the movements were slow and the writing was vague and almost illegible.

Wen Yi frowned and added layer upon layer of gravity. Gradually, the words began to deepen and take shape one after another, slowly but firmly.

"A7...area..."

"Very good, we got it." Xiao Yishan's voice came from her ears, her tone full of excitement, "Keep going!"

Wen Yi's lips curled up slightly, her confidence doubled, and she was about to write a stroke, but at this critical moment -

"Snap!" A crisp breaking sound was heard.

She used too much force and the pencil broke. The tip of the pencil jumped slightly and left the table, disappearing.

An ugly scratch was made on the white paper.

Wen Yi: ...

Everyone in the lab: ...

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The author has something to say: Oh, it was so painful to write!

Gu Yifeng: Director, director, where is my part?

Guo Qingyu: That’s great. Xiao Yiyi and I are all that’s needed here.

Director: I will arrange it [sunglasses] [sunglasses]