Lin Qingliu admitted that there was a reason why his document became a waste draft.
He certainly didn't think of so many aspects when he was writing the story.
And when these problems occur to oneself, one has to start taking them seriously.
In the end, these former bugs came back to me in a special way.
After all, even at extremely far distances, some light will be deflected due to the presence of air, resulting in errors, which in turn will cause problems with the landing point.
Well, I'm already so familiar with places like outside the door or outside the wall. As long as I can determine the approximate landing point, there shouldn't be any problem, right?
After all, I still have the ability of the flesh and blood, so saving my life should not be a problem.
Theory exists, practice begins!
Five seconds later, Mr. Lin Kamen Qingliu expressed his feeling that if you don't seek death, you won't die.
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Early the next morning, in the wounded soldiers' camp near the inner city wall, Ai'er and Zhuang Mian finally recovered from their high fever and coma.
The only problem is that in the corner where no one is paying attention, El wakes up on the floor under the bed.
The two were in very good condition, so good that they should not have appeared in the wounded camp at all.
The two were mentally prepared for the changes that were happening to them.
As secret allies, the two looked at each other and saw smiles in each other's eyes.
It was a long night. The wounded clearly remembered that their dressings had been changed, but the doctors and nurses still touched them.
The repeated pains caused by disinfection made them grit their teeth, thinking that they were hurt too badly and entered a hysterical state where they could not distinguish between reality and dreams.
Doctors and nurses are also miserable. After completing an examination and changing the dressings, they always find a few fish that have inexplicably slipped through the net.
After a whole night, the alcohol disinfectant was almost used up.
When the sky finally began to turn white, the doctors and nurses who had been busy most of the night returned to their lounge and found the room so messy as if a thief had broken into it. It felt like the worst mess of their lives.
Files that should be placed on the desk always appear under the desk inexplicably.
But when they finished sorting everything out, they found that nothing was missing.
It was like someone had deliberately snuck in, messed up everything, and then left.
Outside the wounded soldiers' camp, Zhuang Mian had his own cleanup team members waiting for him, and El also welcomed his loyal lackey Brother Dao.
The two men made themselves familiar to the purge team as informants, and then went back to their homes and their mothers.
After all, Zhuang Mian has not forgotten that he had reported the matter to a higher level yesterday, and he will definitely have to write a lengthy self-criticism when he returns.
As for those infected people, hyphae, lunatics and the like, let the people in the research institute take care of them.
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"After this incident, we can already believe that the biofield theory is valid."
In the morning, Zhou Zhuo's voice was heard on the institute's radio.
Time was tight and the task was heavy. As a pragmatist, Zhou Zhuo did not ask everyone to go to the conference room for the meeting.
He simply turned on the radio and updated everyone on yesterday's situation without affecting the progress of the researchers.
"This reminds me of the originator of this theory, Professor Charlie. Although he has passed away for more than 20 years, the advanced nature of his theory has been proven today..."
Most researchers have heard of the theory of biofield.
But most people just regard it as a guess.
Now that this theory is established, those poor people in the outer city are no longer just consumables that can be discarded by the inner city at any time, but have become the umbrella of protection for all mankind.
Everyone understood one thing:
That is, the reason why humans have not turned into lunatics and monsters under the oppression of the alien beast biological field is because the total number of humans has remained within a relatively stable range.
Moreover, the small size of Hope City compared to the population also strengthens the strength of the human biofield from another aspect.
The radio soon broadcast the results of the research institute's main computer's deduction based on existing theories:
As long as the total human population loss exceeds thirty percent, the external biological field will begin to erode the spirits of the remaining humans.
If the population loss exceeds 50%, the remaining humans will completely go semi-crazy.
If it exceeds seventy percent, without any mycelium ingestion, the surviving humans will be able to directly listen to the teachings of the Supreme Will of the mycelium in their minds and become creatures no different from the infected.
The outer city area of Hope City has a population of 4.8 million, accounting for 80% of the total population.
Once the outer city area is captured by the monsters, it will be useless for the remaining humans to hide underground.
That will be the day of the destruction of mankind.
Most people felt despair and negativity at this time, with only one exception.
Ji Yongxing did not sleep last night. He observed the blood all night, trying to find the mark of the existence of gods.
Because according to those old rumors, the word God represents absolute perfection, so if I can find some parts that can be simplified, does it mean that God is just...
With this idea in mind, the young and energetic Ji Yongxing began his research all night long.
By the second half of the night, his eyes, which had been activated for a long time and observing things he shouldn't have seen, were already bloodshot.
His eyesight even deteriorated for a short period of time, and everything he saw seemed to have a tinge of blood.
In such a real and illusory environment, Ji Yongxing felt that he had a new understanding.
He then passed out on his lab bench and was awakened by the electronic sound of the bulk machine he had assembled at 6:30 in the morning.
After waking up, Ji Yongxing took some time to adapt to his new abilities and avoid having his brain bombarded with unnecessary information.
This made him a few minutes late for work today.
At this time, as today's mission progressed, he gradually gained a better understanding of his current abilities.
After making up his mind to have a private visit to a psychologist when he had the chance, Ji Yongxing couldn't wait to apply this new ability to his computer, which would overheat if left on for too long.
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In the old and dark room, each member of the Council of Hope had a thick stack of documents in front of him.
It has been less than twelve hours since the crisis was resolved, and this is all the information that the three major institutions have been able to submit.
There was an eerie silence in the room at this time, and people whose faces could not be seen were constantly flipping through the documents in their hands.
They sometimes thought and sometimes discussed, trying to gain the most intuitive and comprehensive understanding of yesterday's emergency events.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly a voice sounded:
"You've seen enough, let's talk about this."
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