After passing through more than a dozen checkpoints and being searched by three waves of soldiers, Chu Gangsong finally arrived at his destination - the "black box".

The black box was originally another name for the flight data recorder, but now it has become a nickname for the conference room where they usually hold meetings.

Because this conference room is located underground, it is said to be able to withstand nuclear bombs and magnitude 8 earthquakes. The conference room is very small, only about 20 square meters, with no windows. If the lights are not turned on, it is completely dark, so it is named the black box.

The lights in the conference room were on. Several colleagues who had arrived earlier were sitting around a round table and talking in low voices. Team leader Luan Hang was studying a thick stack of materials.

Chu Gangsong sat down quietly.

Kong Dubo from the Ministry of Public Security smiled at him and pointed at his dark circles: "Didn't you sleep well?"

Chu Gangsong smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I didn't sleep all night."

So Kong Dubo smiled and shook his head, saying, "You are still too young."

Chu Gangsong sighed helplessly: "I have seen a lot of storms. I also had experience on the battlefield in the 1970s, but what happened this time sounds too horrifying. If not..." He shook his head and said no more.

Cang Bohai from the Ministry of National Security vomited and put out the cigarette in his hand in the ashtray. He joined the topic with a smile: "It's just time travel. The concept of time travel has been discussed in many literary works at home and abroad, and there are also a lot of theoretical support in physics. It's nothing special. In the future world where Cantou lives, time travel technology may have been developed long ago."

Ge Yi from the Military Intelligence Bureau frowned and refuted seriously: "If the can really came from the future, he can't change the past history. This is a paradox. I have read a French science fiction novel before, in which the author proposed a grandmother paradox: if you traveled to the past and killed your grandmother, then your father would not be born, and you would not be born either. Since you were not born, who traveled to the past and killed your grandmother?"

While a few people were chatting, three or four more people came in one after another, sat down around the round table, and joined the conversation.

Senior Kong Dubo from the Ministry of Public Security and veteran criminal investigator Guan Zhou from the Public Security Department said: "The grandmother paradox proves the existence of parallel worlds. Because the grandson traveled to a parallel world and killed his grandmother in the parallel world, his life trajectory will not be affected. So I think the can is likely to come from a parallel world in the future."

The people present were all outstanding individuals, elites among elites, with extensive knowledge reserves. They started quoting from classics and talking about all sorts of fantastic things.

After Professor Zhu Liang from the People's Public Security University sat down, all ten members of the Xunhu task force had arrived.

Luan Hang finally raised his head and said, "Now that everyone is here, let's start the meeting."

"Here are some basic information. Take a look at it and tell me what you think of this person called Can."

There was some controversy within the group regarding the code name for Can. In the end, Luan Hang gave this unidentified time traveler the code name "Can" in order to confuse foreign intelligence agencies.

Chu Gangsong took the information in his hand, his pupils shrank slightly. There were only a few short paragraphs on the information, but he read it very slowly, his brain working at high speed. He would hold each word in his mouth for a long time, chewing it carefully. Not only him, but his colleagues did the same.

After an unknown amount of time, Luan Hang asked, "Have you finished reading it? Tell me what you think."

Professor Zhu Liang of the People's Public Security University pushed up his glasses and spoke first. "Then I will throw out some ideas. If there are any mistakes, please feel free to correct me. First of all, based on what Cantou said in the letter, I think Cantou should be a man because his word choice is quite masculine. Of course, it is not ruled out that 'he' is a woman with gender identity disorder."

Chu Gangsong nodded secretly in his heart, he thought so too.

Zhu Liang paused, and seeing that his colleagues did not raise any objections, he continued, "Secondly, he has a very high IQ, and he has the common problems of highly intelligent people: he is conceited, has a strong desire to win, and loves to seek excitement. This can be seen from the fact that he took the initiative to contact us and asked us to find him. He should be enjoying playing this thrilling game of cat and mouse with us, and he is quite proud of being able to manipulate the entire state machinery."

Cang Bohai continued, "I also think he is a man, and I think he suffers from some kind of personality disorder. I think it is most likely histrionic personality disorder, which is also called attention-seeking personality disorder or hysterical personality disorder. Out of the need to be noticed and to seek excitement, he sent us this letter, hoping to attract national attention and attention to him."

Zhu Liang immediately retorted: "From my interpretation of the words and sentences he used in these few paragraphs, he is a very calm and rational person, which does not conform to the characteristics of excessive emotional overflow of histrionic personality. However, I think he has some characteristics of narcissistic personality disorder..."

Others then shared their own interpretations of the data and expressed their opinions on whether or not Cantou had a personality disorder.

Among them, Ge Yi, a soldier, put forward a refreshing argument: "I am a straightforward person and think in a simple and rough way. I think your thoughts are a bit complicated. What histrionic personality disorder and narcissistic personality disorder, it makes me dizzy. Have you ever thought that Can was leaking secrets from the future to us out of pure patriotism? As for the game he initiated to let us find him, it is very likely a joke he played on us."

"Yes, I thought so too. Actually..." Chu Gangsong hesitated for a few seconds, not knowing whether he should say it or not.

Team leader Luan Hang spoke up, "Xiao Chu, just say whatever you want to say. Maybe you can help us find a new way of thinking."

Chu Gangsong then said after careful consideration: "I'm not sure, I just have an idea. Do you think that the purpose of Cantou sending us this letter is to ask for help?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present changed their expressions and asked in unison, "What do you mean?"

"Help? How did you know that?"

Kong Dubo was a veteran of the National Security Bureau. He reacted quickly and asked immediately, "You mean, Cantou is actually in a dangerous state of being monitored, which prevents him from actively looking for us, so he can only use this roundabout way to attract our attention?" He frowned and said, "That doesn't make sense. If that's the case, he could have taken the opportunity to send us his location so that we can save him."

Chu Gangsong smiled embarrassedly, "I just had this thought, or maybe I'm overthinking it."

Luan Hang was silent for a moment, then said, "No. I think what Xiao Chu said makes sense. We can't give up any possibility and must prepare for the worst."

Guan Zhou, an old police detective, also had a calm expression and agreed, "Team Leader Luan is right. This matter is of great importance after all, and involves many aspects. Anything can happen, and we must be prepared for the worst."

Zhu Liang pushed up his glasses. "If Cantou really wants to ask us for help, then he will most likely continue to send us letters. If Cantou wants to seek attention because of some personality disorder, after finding that there has been no movement for a long time, he will definitely continue to send us letters and reveal more clues. Of course..." He looked at Ge Yi and smiled. "It would be even better if Cantou is a patriot. In this way, he will definitely continue to send us letters and tell us more secrets of the future."

Kong Dubo stared at him. "So... we can only wait?"

Luan Hang took off his glasses tiredly and pinched his nose. "For now, yes. I have asked the relevant departments to check all organizations, institutions and individuals with computers across the country to see if there have been any unusual changes to their computers recently. The results are not out yet, so we can only wait. At the same time, I have also asked the customs to conduct strict political review and screening of people who have gone abroad recently." He smiled bitterly and said, "If the canned food is not in the country, then we really have no idea what to do."

Cang Bohai immediately responded, "I think with Cantou's proud and conceited personality, he won't flee abroad, he will just stay in the country and wait for us to find him."

Zhu Liang said: "We have now interpreted the clues that the can is very likely to be male, with a high IQ, mastering advanced computer technology, and has a certain chance of suffering from personality disorders. This can effectively narrow the scope of the census." He added: "Moreover, the can from the future who suddenly came to this era must have obvious abnormal behavior. We can also start the investigation from this point."

Luan Hang nodded, "This is a good entry point."

The group meeting lasted for a long time. Group members expressed their opinions and gave a comprehensive interpretation of canned food based on their respective professional fields.

Then after the meeting, these highly intelligent elites from various parts returned to their departments and organizations, mobilized all human and material resources, and launched a vigorous census across the country.

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Le Jing sat at his desk bored, with Li Yian's incessant nagging in his ears: "Didn't you just score two points less than me? What's there to be proud of? I didn't write well this time. Next time, next time..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he kept silent.

Le Jing glanced at him coldly, "How about next time?"

Li Yian was irritated by the boy's contemptuous look. His brain short-circuited for a moment and he forgot the old man's instructions: "You actually look down on me! If you look down on me, you look down on my grandfather. Do you know who my grandfather is?"

Le Jing: ...

Li Yian raised his head and chin proudly, and said arrogantly: "You don't know. I'm afraid it will scare you if I tell you!" He opened the Chinese textbook and turned directly to "The Last Person Who Doesn't Take Drugs". Pointing at the author's name, he said proudly: "See, the author is Mr. Li Jingran, this is my great uncle! "The Burial of the Fallen City" written by Mr. Zhou Dezhang in the Chinese textbook for the first grade of high school is about his funeral!"

Le Jing: “…Oh.”

Li Yian was surprisingly angry: "What's your reaction?! How can you be so cold?! Don't you even have basic respect for the revolutionary martyrs??!"

Le·Revolutionary Martyr·Jing perfunctorily replied: “Well, I respect (myself) quite a bit.”

Li Yian glared at him and was about to say something when a classmate shouted at the door of the classroom, "Li Yian, Song Caiying from Class 3 is looking for you!"

Song Caiying was the beauty of Class 3, and she was the dream girl of many young and old boys. At this moment, the students in the room looked at him with strange eyes, and some even made sarcastic noises.

Li Yian snorted coldly and walked out with a swagger.

Okay.

Le Jing is no longer surprised by this.

He had taken a few days off due to food poisoning, and when he returned to school, he learned from the system that Li Yian and the heroine had hooked up. They had met frequently in private over the past week, but this was the first time they had met openly in front of the classroom.

This means that a key plot point is about to begin.

Le Jing pondered for a few seconds and decided that it was time to send a second letter to the country.

The author has something to say:

I first saw this magical operation of a time traveler traveling back in time to write a letter to the country to inform it of the future direction in Fengjuanhongqi's "Never Deciphered". This operation gave me a great shock. So I also want to write about such a time traveler who serves the country and the people. Of course, the direction of my plot is different from that of "Never Deciphered". I recommend you to read "Never Deciphered". Although the nickname of this novel is "Never Update", it has been completed this year. To be honest, I think it has a bad ending_(:з」∠)_Maybe it's because the situation is quite severe and the author is also in the system, so he dare not write more.

Also, I am afraid of being censored, so I will not write in detail about the process of the country's pursuit of the protagonist. This copy is destined to be not as long as the Republic of China chapter, and it will probably be around 70,000 to 80,000 words.