Zeng Mishan pondered for a moment in confusion and doubt about life, and then he really doubted life.
What a sin! I never read time-travel novels. Why is there this damn sense of déjà vu?
Did I travel through time? This is impossible, absolutely impossible!
Zeng Mishan, who was full of self-doubt, suddenly felt a pain in his head. A sour memory forcefully penetrated his brain, and he froze in place for a few seconds.
This scene looks very much like the "Dudududu"... Master Lu's high temperature warning.
After a moment, his consciousness returned and he finally remembered who he was.
Zeng Mishan, a native of Donglong Province, is the leader of the research on proton radiation effects in crystallography in the Chinese Empire.
Nobel Prize for Outstanding Contribution to Research Projects.
I am 45 years old this year. My wife is my student, nine years younger than me, and they have a son.
"Why am I in jail?"
He tried hard to digest the memories and soon understood his current situation.
It turns out that he was kidnapped, luckily it wasn’t a time travel!
Zeng Mishan felt vaguely relieved.
He has a young and beautiful wife and a hard-earned precious son, so of course he doesn't want to travel through time.
Of course, it's not impossible to travel back to ancient times and become a king...
Ahem, my damn delusion, at this critical moment I’m not thinking about how to get out, but I’m still thinking about the three palaces and six courtyards.
Bah, I'm so lustful, I'm such a piece of shit!
After spitting, Zeng Mishan put aside his fantasies about the three palaces and six courtyards and refused to waste his energy!
"Why are you arresting me? Who wants to arrest me?" He was stunned and said with a look of doubt.
A few days ago, Zeng Mishan overcame difficulties in his art of making firecrackers (mercury fulminate).
Normal mercury fulminate can only be made into powder, but Lao Zeng can make mercury fulminate (pure crystals) the size of a fingernail, which is comparable to Italian cannons.
Li Yunlong went crazy when he saw it. If he had this thing back then, he would have dared to attack Taiyuan!
Just when Zeng Mishan was dreaming of winning the Nobel Prize, his good friend Elvis called him.
The reason is that there are new discoveries about the nano flying blades in the science fiction novel "The Three-Body Problem" in reality, and I hope to share them with him as soon as possible.
The temptation was too great, even Zeng Mishan, an old cadre, couldn't resist!
As soon as I got off the plane, I was led to the parking lot by a friendly female driver. She had beautiful features, a round butt, and a graceful gait.
"My friend, you are so thoughtful and understand me so well!" Zeng Mishan glanced at the back of the female driver and said with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
As a result, he was stunned when he got in the car. The car was full of masked men in black clothes. Before he could react, he felt a pain in the back of his head and lost all senses.
It'll be here when he wakes up.
Zeng Mishan paced back and forth in the small cell, dragging his shackles, like a wild beast caught in a trap, feeling anxious and restless.
Alone in the gloomy prison, facing all the unknowns, Zeng Mishan's scalp tingled and a sense of fear rose in his heart.
"Did they catch the wrong person? Or is this Elvis' grandson playing me?" He lowered his head and said with an indecisive look on his face.
Elvis and I are like-minded international friends in the field of crystallography. We have collaborated for many years and learned from each other.
Elvis had a biggest flaw, which was very similar to his son. He liked to play tricks on people, had bad friends for ten years, and had a close relationship.
I remember the last time I played a prank on myself, it almost caused me to divorce my wife.
After thinking about it, Zeng Mishan suddenly became excited and rushed to the iron gate and shouted:
"You've got the wrong guy! Let me out, Elvis, are you playing a prank on me again? When I get out, I'm going to beat the shit out of you. It's going to be brutal, I swear I will. You'd better get out of here right now."
At this time, the sound of an iron door sliding and sporadic footsteps came from the end of the dark corridor, coming closer and closer.
“Shut up! Shut up!”
Zeng Mishan, who was severely nearsighted, was stunned. His glasses were nowhere to be found and he could only vaguely see two shadows, speaking in a foreign language.
"What crime have I committed? Why are you arresting me?" He stared at the other person with wide eyes, shouting with an angry look on his face.
Zizizi...What answered him was a black electric baton that was emitting sparks.
Zeng Mishan felt a pain in his stomach, his hair stood on end, his teeth chattered, his whole body twitched, and his facial features were distorted, showing no sign of submission.
"Flatface, shut up!"
Since Oriental people's faces don't have the same ups and downs as Western people's, Zeng Mishan could hear the other person's humiliation.
"Mom, this hurts too much!" Zeng Mishan, clutching his stomach, looked horrified. He felt a cramping pain in his abdomen.
He couldn't help but feel a little doubtful. Playing such a big game was not like Elvis' style.
Elvis would only make a minor prank when he was happy, and it is not human to spend so much money on it.
You two yellow-haired bastards, how dare you stab your father? Illegally imprisoned and lynched you. When I get out of prison, I will expose you and make you pay for everything.
Zeng Mishan grimaced in pain, his veins bulging, and resentment rose in his heart.
This only happens abroad. If you dare to touch me in China, I will lie down on the ground and start planning to pick up the car immediately.
Medical expenses, loss of work wages, disability compensation, transportation expenses, nursing fees, hospitalization food allowance, nutrition expenses, and follow-up treatment expenses.
Nothing can be missing.
Zeng Mishan was indignant and had already figured out how to use his connections to tamper with the injury assessment after he got out.
After fantasizing about picking up the car, Zeng Mishan still felt unsatisfied. After all, he was a top intellectual and had never suffered such humiliation.
I'm going to the embassy!
He has a bad temper and serves as a nominal professor at several well-known universities in the country.
If my students knew that I was in jail, how would I put my face?
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