The Future of Fan Siwen (Chapter Two)
Yi Delusi immediately forwarded the matter to Fan Siwen.
However, no message was received from Fan Siwen for a long time.
One day later, Fan Siwen messaged him, "I've been locked up in a secret base."
The crying expression did not move Idrissi. On the contrary, Idrissi paid more attention to the repeated messages sent from the future world. He felt that the people here must have something more urgent to do.
He conveyed this belief to Fan Siwen, urging him to reunite with him as soon as possible, by any means necessary.
Idris thought that he wouldn't take a simple excuse to heart.
So what method should be used? After thinking for a moment, Yidelusion changed the subject of the message to Fan Siwen's mentor and sent the message.
To Yi Delusi's surprise, the method actually worked. Fan Siwen replied to him and promised in the message, "I will definitely come as soon as possible."
While waiting, Idris thought that since receiving information and translating it into specific content is a tedious process, is there a way to design a frequency band similar to a universal language in the translation field, which can be used to send a universal signal, so that as long as the other party has the ability to decode it, they can communicate?
After several days of hard work, Yi Delusi successfully developed a frequency wave that could display information at any frequency. Using 1 and 0, Yi Delusi synthesized this frequency wave into multiple frequency wave languages.
He tried to send this frequency wave, and he succeeded!
Fan Siwen sent out the message, but had not received a response from the other party for a long time.
After waiting for a day and a night, Fan Siwen checked the spatiotemporal band issue again.
He switched to a different frequency band to send the signal and waited another day. When Fan Siwen opened the chat page, he found that the page was still stuck on the message he had sent.
Fan Siwen was deflated.
What exactly went wrong?
He believed that if he could find the cause of the problem, he would be able to test out a solution from the terminal.
People who do scientific research have a "never give up" mentality, but the problem is, they don't know where the problem lies.
And so I waited, one day, two days, three days...
Later on, he gave up.
However, even though they had given up all hope for this matter, they still continued to send messages.
Fan Siwen would send a message to the other party every day, and at the end of each day, she would open it to take a look before repeating the process.
Fan Siwen had considered whether to change the sending terminal.
If the problem lies with this terminal, then if he switches to another terminal, he might be able to receive a reply.
While the hands continued working, another solution was simultaneously forming in the mind.
If he switches to another terminal, where can he switch to?
So far, the only person he can think of who can decipher the code of the message he sent is himself. Even if others successfully send the message, the chances of them deciphering the code are slim.
However, we might as well try anything, even if it seems hopeless.
After much deliberation, Fan Siwen decided to target an official institution as his next objective.
If he can't contact Mo Yang directly, could he make a big fuss about this matter to indirectly get in touch with the person involved?
There are still many solutions.
Just as Fan Siwen found the other party's exact coordinates and attempted to connect to their channel, a page displayed a new information update. Seeing the connection success indicator on the current page, Fan Siwen continued typing the message he wanted to send, and just as he was about to press send, the page that had been flashing changed again.
Fan Siwen stopped what she was doing and opened the scrolling page.
To Fan Siwen's surprise, the text on the page was in their language, and he could recall this memory at any time for a long time afterward.
“I am Lucy, yes, I recognize you, brother. What do you need us for?”
When the information appeared in front of Fan Siwen, she couldn't contain her emotions and jumped off the chair.
People around him were staring at him with strange looks.
Fan Siwen pretended to fall off the chair, comically scratching his head as he stood there. Only he knew that at that moment, he was screaming in his heart, unable to contain himself: Success! Success! Finally, success!
Based on their conversation, Fan Siwen received a tip from the other party: their communication did not require the use of intermediate frequency bands to transmit to the other party's IP address.
Fan Siwen exclaimed, "Awesome!"
He could even sense the proud expression on the sender's face as he listened to those words.
He must be extremely proud.
It should be said that people who do scientific research all share the same results-oriented mindset.
Therefore, they are friends.
During her conversation with Yi De Lusi, Fan Siwen conveyed her thoughts to him.
Unexpectedly, I received a counter-question from the other party.
"You want to connect with yourself, aren't you afraid that this will change the course of the future world?"
Fan Siwen hadn't thought about this.
If changes in the past can alter the future, then their world should already be different from what it was before.
Based on what I've seen of the past world, if everything is still happening, then whether the future world will still exist is unknown.
"If the future world changes, then the variable already exists, and the probability and possibility of ensuring that the future world will not change are not high. There is only one way to make this variable disappear. However, the past world does not yet have the key to allow people to travel through time, so what we can do now is to use the power of both of us to balance the development of the past world and the future world. It would be best to achieve a balance, but if that's not possible, I just want to ensure that Mo Yang can be safe and return to the future when the time machine is invented."
Yide Luxi Laboratory.
It took Fan Siwen a long time to recover from this astonishing event, and he sat down on a chair.
He rested his forehead on his hand, as if he was thinking about something.
The man slowly raised his head and looked at the person sitting directly opposite him. "Can I talk to him now?"
"I have decoded the chat method."
The way this person said it made it seem as if he was saying, "I've prepared everything."
Fan Siwen looked at him, then returned to the screen in disbelief.
The familiar English words were typed into the decoder.
A long string of strange characters appeared on the screen. Fan Siwen glanced at the person next to him, and when he saw the person nod, he looked at the screen again with trepidation and pressed the confirm button with trembling fingers.
The message was sent out just like that.
Not long after, they received a reply from the other party.
The information is very clear.
"Mo Yang from the future has traveled to your era. I have obtained all the memories of what happened in your era. I hope that you in this era can help him overcome the difficulties and help him return to the future when the time machine is invented."
After saying that, the man added another sentence.
"Mo Yang and I are very good friends, and I hope you are too at this time."
After reading this, Fan Siwen fell silent.
Although he and Mo Yang weren't exactly good friends, he felt obligated to help him.
There was one more thing he needed to confirm.
"When did he travel from another time?"
The other party responded to him.
"October 17th."
Fan Siwen calculated the time and it should be correct.
He now has one thing he's very certain about.
That is, Song Yize is someone who traveled back from 2045, and he is none other than the future Mo Yang, with a different name.
He himself will be a good friend of Mo Yang in the future.
Just like him now, just like Song Yize.
Good heavens, this is such a mess! What is all this nonsense?
No, he needs to sort things out.
You can sense the anxiety of the person on the other end.
But even if we're in a hurry, a little more time won't make a difference.
Fan Siwen gave herself a day.
Time flies.
The person who appeared before Yide Luxi at this moment no longer seemed to be the conflicted boy from yesterday.
At this moment, he had a new name—the Savior.
That's right, he gave himself that name.
According to his future self, Mo Yang will experience a series of unpredictable events in his era, and the ending of these events is something he cannot accept. What he hopes to do is change the course of this era and send Mo Yang back to 2045.
Doesn't this mean that he is the chosen one, the savior of the world?
That's truly inconceivable!
However, it must be said that from the day he met Song Yize, he already knew that his destiny was destined to be extraordinary.
He never imagined that one day he would be drawn into such a tremendous responsibility as saving the world.
Can he now openly discuss his cards with Song Yize?
No, it's Mo Yang.
Tell him to lie to himself all day long.
In fact, he had already revealed his identity long ago.
However, thinking about this, he hesitated again.
Since the official authorities are all protecting his life.
That means that what he has is something they really need urgently.
What can he do? Besides protecting Mo Yang from behind, what else can he do?
I had a chat with my future self.
The other party will send you a transcoded memory.
This information, if memorized, can play a crucial role in turning the tide at critical moments.
All they need to do is decode the data—decode—decode—
"It can't be solved."
Lucy's words brought Fan Siwen to his senses.
"In the future, this might be something that can be done with very simple methods, but in the present, which is twenty years ahead of the future, how could it be possible to do it the same way?"
Fan Siwen remained silent.
"Since we can't decode and play it, what else can we do?"
Idris thought for a moment.
Then, looking into Fan Siwen's eyes, he expressed his thoughts.
"There are methods, but they are somewhat dangerous."
"Go ahead." At this moment, Fan Siwen seemed to have made all the preparations, and he could accept even if there was danger involved.
After all, he's already died once.
"Our most advanced technology right now is the brain-computer interface, but as a means of memory transfer, it's still only in the clinical stage. Perhaps in your country, this research is still in the process of not being implemented, but here, it has already been widely used in many black markets."
"You mean you're going to take me to the black market?"
"NONONO, I remember you told me you have a friend in the field of brain-computer interface research, maybe we can ask him for help."
"You mean Steven? Oh yeah, how come I didn't think of that!"
Fan Siwen made a phone call, and the next moment, the two of them were standing in Steven's laboratory.
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