Next second.

Brother Liu mobilized the surveillance inside the park.

Just four hours ago, a strange ripple suddenly appeared in the calm and windless park.

A long string of emptiness, as if twisted.

It seemed like something was falling from the sky.

Then, the screen flashed.

The crashed plane has appeared on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

If an outsider saw it.

It seems like this video has been manipulated.

The process of the plane crashing was blurred.

But Brother Liu knew.

This is the original video from 4 hours ago!

Mo Tong said: "The light was obviously distorted at that time, so the camera that relied on refraction to capture the image completely failed. There are two possibilities, either a black hole or a wormhole."

"In advanced physics, these two things can cross the timeline and connect unknown spaces."

Brother Liu nodded slowly.

Speaking as someone who has just traveled through a parallel universe.

The scene before me is completely acceptable.

A face full of calmness.

The only excitement in my heart did not come from this incident.

Instead, I suddenly hope that this will help me find the key to a parallel world.

Even uncover the mystery of the parallel world.

Mo Yu watched Brother Liu's expression change continuously, and walked forward with a puzzled look on his face, "Master Liu, do you mean that you know everything?"

Mo Yu felt guilty at this time.

Could it be that this guy even has the timeline figured out?

This is much higher than my level.

"Have you checked the historical files of this aircraft?"

"Have you analyzed the material age?"

"Has the driver been found? Has he been questioned?"

Brother Liu looked straight ahead and asked three questions in a row.

Mo Yu opened his mouth slightly and stared.

Brother, you don't know anything? Are you here to act cool today?

Mo Yu sighed softly, "I didn't do any of what you said."

Puzzled, Liu turned around and asked, "It's been four hours, and you've only set up one tent?"

"Liu Shizi, you don't understand this."

“I’m waiting for professional equipment.”

Mo Yu said to himself, "If an object travels through time and space, its molecular structure is likely to have changed. This involves physics, molecular biology, chemistry, and space science. In short, it's very complicated. You won't understand it, and you may never understand it in your lifetime."

"Anyway, only I can understand."

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Don't go up there, don't move!"

Mo Yu showed off a lot, and suddenly turned around and found that Liu Di had stepped on the wing and opened the cockpit with a bang! Liu Di stuck his head out and scanned the scene in the cabin.

At the same time, he asked, "Where's the driver?"

Mo Yu quickly put on white laboratory gloves, trying to stop Liu Di's reckless behavior.

"When we spotted the plane, the pilot had disappeared!"

"I suspect this plane has no pilot at all!"

"Would you please stop moving around?"

Mo Yu watched Liu Di step into the cockpit, feeling so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

It's like an antique dealer watching his priceless vase being used as a urinal.

"No driver?"

Brother Liu frowned slightly, reached out from under the seat on the plane, and took out a red cloth bag.

Mo Yu yelled: "Be careful it becomes molecular, be careful it breaks into pieces!"

Brother Liu turned a deaf ear to it.

Open slowly.

Inside the layers of red cloth was a crumpled piece of paper.

The fibers of the paper and cloth are very coarse and are not current products.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Brother Liu slowly opened the neatly folded paper, and a line of neat penmanship appeared on the paper.

'Marriage certificate After discussion and decision by the organization, it was agreed and approved that pilot Qin Changhe and Liangtou villager Zhao Lan become husband and wife.

May 5, 1948 Written by Li Mingcai, the political affairs commissioner of the North East Air Force School.'

Brother Liu was suddenly moved.

This is a certificate from 73 years ago.

Marriage certificate.

At that time, China had not yet been established, and there were no civil affairs agencies like today.

If young people want to get married, they only need to get the consent of the higher-level organizational leaders.

It is these lists written one by one with a fountain pen that have witnessed countless loves that span centuries.

Simple, crude, but great.

Brother Liu exhaled slightly.

My mood suddenly became peaceful.

Even without verification, this plane is from the past.

At that time in China, talent and resources were extremely scarce, and it was no exaggeration to call those who could fly airplanes the pillars of the country.

certainly.

They must have been young male warriors.

In other words, the pilot of this plane is named Qin Changhe.

He has a beloved wife, and he always carries his marriage certificate with him even when he is on a mission.

But I don't know what the reason is.

He accidentally entered a wormhole and came to the present.

"Marriage certificate!"

"Does this plane really have a pilot?!"

Mo Yu came forward and reached out to take the paper.

But Liu Di folded up the paper, wrapped it in red cloth, and held it in his hand. "The technology of this plane comes from 72 years ago. How can it be autonomous? Of course it has a pilot."

Brother Liu then waved his hand.

Several black rays shot out from the wrist.

Ding ding ding. A few sparks flashed around, and the black light flew back to Liu Di's wrist again.

But the dozen or so metal frames supporting the huge tent were all cut off.

Whoosh. A breeze blew from afar, and the big tent rolled like a kite and flew away into the distance.

The entire crash site was exposed to the sun.

There were bursts of exclamations from the passers-by watching from afar.

Mo Yu was surprised and asked, "What are you doing?!"

Brother Liu stood on the plane with his hands behind his back, looking around at the onlookers, and whispered, "Looking for the pilot."