What gushed out of Guixu's eyes was not seawater, but sticky wrinkles of time and space. The keel of Zhenghe's treasure ship shone with bronze luster in the moonlight, and the people standing on the deck were not Ming Dynasty sailors, but quantum physicists wearing radiation-proof suits. Tang Ren's compass suddenly attached to the mast, and the magnetic needle pointed to the oracle bone at the seam of the keel - "Observer Protocol has been activated."

"This is... a time machine!" Qin Feng's thermal imaging device showed that the keel was full of superconducting coils, and the energy readings were completely synchronized with the system in Su Chen's body. Isabella's clone suddenly disintegrated, and the nanoparticles reorganized into a holographic image of Poirot in the air: "Children, you are witnessing the boundaries of human cognition..."

**Chapter 10: Observation Finale (Reality Reconstruction)**

The dragon bone suddenly released a strong light, enveloping the entire Bangkok in the topological structure of the Klein bottle. Su Chen's energy tank surged, and the system interface popped up a warning: [You have become a new observer]. Tang Ren's DNA reorganized in the strong light, and the star map tattoo reappeared on his back, but this time it pointed to the position of the stars in 2040.

Qin Feng used the frequency of his stuttering to shatter the folds of time and space, revealing the keel core of the mega-iron cabin. Inside the cabin lay a well-preserved corpse - it was Poirot when he was young, holding an unsent letter in his hand: "To future detectives: The truth is not in the past, nor in the future, but in the moment of observation..."

When the first ray of sunlight pierced the eye of the Ruins, the dragon bones dissipated into quantum dust. On the streets of Bangkok, walking and stillness exist at the same time. The star tattoo on Su Chen's chest began to rotate counterclockwise, and the system interface popped up the final prompt: [You are the truth].

The rooftop of the Bangkok Police Station was filled with rainwater, reflecting the fragmented starry sky. Su Chen leaned on the rusted iron railing, and the star tattoo on his chest under his shirt was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. A blood-red warning suddenly popped up on his retinal interface: [Observer No. 47 detected].

When Tang Ren kicked open the security door, the compass in his hand was spinning wildly. "Young man! Guess what I found in Temple Street?" He threw out a yellowed pawn ticket. The collateral column clearly read "Ming Yongle Gilded Quantum Buddha", but the date of the signature was three days later.

Qin Feng squatted beside the accumulated water, and his fingertips moved across the water to create ripples: "All...all clocks..." The dashboard showed that all the electronic clocks in the city were simultaneously 17 seconds slow. The error value was exactly equal to the time it took for the "Hai'an" to sink.

At an underground black market auction, Tang Ren used cinnabar to draw talismans on the remaining pages of the Yongle Canon. The damp rice paper took shape when heated, and Su Chen, wearing a radiation-proof suit, stood on the deck of the treasure ship painted in fine brushwork. The auctioneer's gold-rimmed glasses suddenly burst, and nano-coating components were detected in the slag of the glasses - exactly the same as the sample stolen from the Bangkok korean laboratory.

"This is reverse space-time pollution!" Su Chen used a laser pen to cut open the bulletproof display case, and the Zheng He sword inside was vibrating at a high frequency. Qin Feng's thermal imaging device showed that the hilt of the sword was hidden with vacuum tubes, and the arrangement was exactly the same as Isabella's jade earrings.

When the first siren sounded, the gilded chandelier in the auction house suddenly dimmed, and the shadow of the treasure ship in quantum state appeared in the smoke. Tang Ren's Luoyang shovel penetrated the holographic projection, and the axe was stained with radioactive blood - after testing, it turned out to belong to Zheng He's adjutant in 1433.

In the basement of the abandoned shipyard, thirty old telegraph machines are automatically printing future news. Su Chen pulls off the paper tape, and the headline shows July 16, 2040: "Anniversary of Bangkok Space-Time Collapse Incident". Tang Ren uses the Emperor's Coin to set up the Xiantian Bagua Formation, and the copper coin's landing point resonates with the Morse code of the telegraph machine to produce low-frequency sound waves.

"Look here!" Qin Feng smashed the concrete wall, revealing the lead-sealed safe left by Poirot. On the velvet lining inside the box, seventy-six jade cufflinks were arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper, each of which was engraved with the coordinates of a murder case in a different year.

The resurrected energy tank suddenly backflows, and the retina projects the interior of the Nazi submarine. In September 1943, the engineer installed a quantum entanglement transmitter instead of a Geiger counter in the gilded Buddha. At this moment, a vibration came from the seabed, and the communication frequency of thirty modern nuclear submarines was synchronized with 껣.

When the first ray of moonlight pierced through the clouds, the Chao Phraya River bottom cracked open. The keel of Zheng He's treasure ship materialized from the four-dimensional space, and the Ming Dynasty sailors on the deck were holding laser surveying instruments. Tang Ren's back tattoo was suspended from his body, reorganizing into a dynamic star map in the void: "The Qian Palace has shifted, this is the 40th image of "Tui Bei Tu"!"

Isabella's clone walked out of the quantum foam, her nano-shell covered with oracle bones and spells: "The Observer Protocol is not a weapon, but a fuse..." Her mechanical prosthetic eye projected a holographic image - Poirot in 1946 was implanting nano-crystals into the infant Su Chen.

The iron cabin at the core of the keel suddenly opened, and inside was Zheng He, who was sleeping in 1433. In the pages of Su Chen's voyage journal, there was a yellowed Bangkok Times from 2040. When Su Chen touched the corpse, the entire ruins began to rotate in reverse, and the streets of Bangkok folded into a Mobius ring in time and space.

In the pure white space at the end of time and space, thirty Su Chen's quantum states opened their eyes at the same time. The star maps on their chests connected to form a galactic cantilever, and each light spot was an unsolved mystery. Tang Ren's DNA chain stretched in the void, forming a new "Lian Yi" hexagram; Qin Feng's stuttering frequency acted as a gravitational wave, reweaving the broken timeline.

"Remember, detective is the ultimate mystery." Poirot's phantom smiled in the curved surface of the Klein bottle, and the pocket watch in his hand dissipated into elementary particles. When the first ray of sunlight pierced through the eyes of the ruins, the clock tower sounded the hour in the morning mist of Bangkok - the gilded Buddha still stood on the museum stand, and the ice crystal fragments reflected the entire universe under the spotlight.