When Tang Ren used taiyaki to plug the cracks in the car window, the Rainbow Light, traveling at 285 kilometers per hour, was being eroded by the phantom of "The Picture of the Goddess of Luo River". The system interface on Su Chen's retina kept flashing back to the brain wave data of the London church - those brains soaked in formalin were now projecting the CRIMASTER rankings into the car through quantum entanglement.
"The universe is shifting!" Tang Ren slapped the electronic compass on the vending machine. The fallen cans of coffee rolled in the aisle in a strange Mobius trajectory. Qin Feng suddenly grabbed two cans of coffee and threw them into the air. At the moment when the aluminum cans collided, the fish in "The Goddess of Luo River" actually jumped out of the void and caught Saotome Suzu's brain wave frequency spectrum.
"Her, her consciousness is divided into twelve ukiyo-e paintings!" Qin Feng drew the Schrödinger equation on the car window with lipstick. Su Chen suddenly had a severe headache, and the system forced his visual nerve to intervene. In the quantum superposition state, he saw Saotome Suzu repairing paintings on the top of Tokyo Tower and installing bombs at the scene of the Bangkok bombing.
The train suddenly entered a tunnel. In the absolute darkness, three hundred mobile phones automatically lit up, with the screen saver spliced with the complete "The Great Wave off Kanagawa". The sound of the waves seeped out from the sound system, and the pupils of the passengers gradually became dyed with the indigo color of Katsushika Hokusai.
"The wind and thunder are moving in the Xun position!" Tang Ren pulled down the curtains to cover his head, and in the dark, he stuffed the Five Emperors' Coins into the connection of the carriage. The sparks from the metal collision ignited the phosphorus powder in the air, revealing the talisman drawn by the Q organization using nanomaterials - it turned out to be a quantized version of the feng shui map of the Qin family's ancestral home.
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When Tang Ren rang the bronze bell of Kiyomizu Temple, a flock of startled crows flew up and spelled out a blockchain address in the sky. Su Chen knelt in front of the three-story pagoda, and the system was converting the quantum fluctuations of "Lo Shen Fu Tu" into Buddhist scriptures - each audio frequency corresponded to a crime number in the CRIMASTER database.
"Donor, please draw a bad fortune." The sweeping monk brought over a fortune stick and suddenly a holographic interface popped up. Saotome Suzu's face was distorted in the incense: "Mr. Qin, your father voluntarily let his right brain become the soul in the painting in order to protect you."
Qin Feng's cane suddenly smashed the stone lantern. Micro-gel was hidden in the flying debris, and after the image was developed, it turned out to be a photo of his mother and Saotome Suzu at the Kyoto Geisha School - they both had the same cherry blossom tattoo on their necks, and at this moment, the brain wave resonance frequency was being matched in the Su Chen system.
"This is not a coincidence..." Su Chen spat out a mouthful of black blood, "Saotome Suzu is a clone of your mother's consciousness!"
Tang Ren suddenly used a broom to pick up the sacred wine in front of the temple, and the sake splashed on the painted horse, igniting a blue flame. A Ukiyoe ghost figure emerged from the flame, and it turned out to be the master of the Bai Hall who stalked in London twelve years ago. The folding fan in his hand slowly unfolded, revealing a Bitcoin encrypted with Tang Ren's DNA.
"Three consecutive Qians! Kun is broken!" Tang Ren jumped onto the beams of the house, stepping on the incense burner. The tiles fell and the quantum computer hidden in the brackets was revealed. Qin Feng inserted the hairpin left by his mother into the heat dissipation hole, and the whole ancient temple's Buddhist bell suddenly struck "Your Majesty" in binary.
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When Tang Ren poked his trekking pole into the crack of the volcanic rock, the thin oxygen at an altitude of 5,000 meters was making the electronic compass work. Su Chen looked at the gradually fading hologram of Mount Fuji on the system interface, and suddenly understood the ultimate goal of the Q organization - to use the volcanic energy field to provide a perpetual motion machine for the quantization of "Luo Shen Fu Tu".
"They... turned the whole mountain into a trans-dimensional anchor!" Su Chen's warning was torn apart by the strong wind. Qin Feng unfolded the scroll left by Saotome Suzu, and the snow-capped peaks in the painting showed a bloody equation under ultraviolet light - it was the unfinished proof left by his mother in the London church.
Tang Ren suddenly took out the sulfur stone he had found in the hot spring and laid out the innate Bagua formation on the snow. When the eighth stone was in place, the hidden volcano monitoring station automatically opened, revealing the brain matrix soaked in the magma cooling liquid. Each culture jar was labeled with a Ukiyo-e title, and the jar in the center was marked: Qin Zhou β version.
"Mom..." Qin Feng's mountaineering goggles were covered with mist. The matrix suddenly released electromagnetic pulses, Su Chen's system was completely under control, and the retina was frantically refreshing the crime scenes in different timelines - the ruins of Hiroshima in 1945 and the Shibuya crossroads in 2024 overlapped in the quantum bubble.
Tang Ren smashed the protective glass with an ice pick: "Kan water extinguishes Li fire! Break!" The splashing cooling liquid etched a Mobius ring on the snow, and Qin Feng took the opportunity to insert the hairpin left by his mother into the main console. Mount Fuji suddenly shook violently, and the shadow of "Luo Shen Fu Tu" wrapped around the lyrics of the Cantonese opera twelve years ago, sucking the entire brain matrix into the suddenly opened wormhole.
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When the trio fell back in front of the Shibuya holographic advertising screen, the volcanic rock in Tang Ren's hand had turned into an ordinary cobblestone. The AR image of Saotome Suzu emerged from the top of the 109 building, and the repair pen in her hand turned into a stick of judgment: "Humanity is not worthy of such art."
Su Chen suddenly cut the data cable around his neck and threw the bloodstained interface into the roadside charging pole. The system overloaded the body and forcibly activated the electronic screens at Shibuya's station - each screen played the brain wave memory of a different detective, forming a collective consciousness firewall.
"Xunwei borrows the east wind!" Tang Ren threw the last five imperial coins into the air. The coins were knocked out by the drones, igniting the quantum projection fuel of Saotome Suzu. Qin Feng raised the hairpin left by his mother in the firelight, and the tip shot out a laser that penetrated twelve parallel time and space, nailing the virtual shadow of "Luo Shen Fu Tu" to the real dimension.
The CRIMASTER rankings were suddenly cleared, and Saotome Ling's sigh dissipated with the data stream: "Art is immortal..." Her afterimage turned into thousands of origami cranes, one of which landed on Qin Feng's shoulder - the coordinates of his father's prison in Hokkaido were hidden in the folds of its wings.
Tang Ren picked up the burnt electronic compass, suddenly pointed it at the sky and shouted, "It's time to call it a day! Let's eat eel rice!" His roar woke up the dazed passers-by, and the Shibuya intersection was flooded with people again.
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Three months later, when Tang Ren was frying beef with an electronic compass, the izakaya TV was broadcasting international news: "Museums around the world jointly destroy quantum artifacts." Su Chen's new system interface occasionally flashed the afterimage of "The Goddess of Luo River", like an electronic scar that could not be healed.
Kiko's projection emerged from the sake bottle: "The remnants of the Q organization used the flying murals in Dunhuang to build the universe. This time..." She was interrupted by Tang Ren's chopsticks.
"This time, I'll bring a compass and modify it into an induction cooker!" He picked up the sizzling beef and said, "Let's make a quantum barbecue!"
Qin Feng silently wiped his mother's hairpin. Outside the window, the neon lights of Shinjuku suddenly twisted into a Mobius ring, and a figure resembling Sinuo placed an origami spider at the entrance of the alley. When Tang Ren knocked over the hot pot with his drunken fist, the electronic equipment in the izakaya simultaneously resounded the Cantonese opera singing style from twelve years ago.
Su Chen looked down at his palm, and the new task prompt was bleeding: "Warning: Gu Kai's original work has shown quantum regression phenomenon." On the system map, the coordinates of the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang overlapped perfectly with the feng shui map of the Qin family's ancestral home.