Chapter 35 The Fourth Attempt
But failure is a good thing.
"BG4MXH, why is failure a good thing? OVER."
"BG4MSR, because failure can eliminate certain possibilities, just like doing experiments. However, in most scientific research, theory comes before practice, while in ours, practice comes before theory. Continuous failure can bring us closer to the truth. OVER."
"So what possibilities have you ruled out now? OVER."
"I have confirmed one thing now and have some inferences in my mind, but I am not sure whether it is reliable and feasible. I still need to try it. OVER."
"What's up?"
"I can't tell you for now. I plan to consult with a bigger boss tomorrow. OVER."
"Tell me."
"No, wait till I go ask the boss for advice, OVER."
"BG4MXH, who is the bigger boss?"
“Professor of Physics at Nanjing University.”
"Professor of Physics...at Nanjing University?"
The little head opposite obviously didn't understand what these three words meant together.
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The next morning, Bai Yang took Metro Line 2 and transferred to Line 1. He got on the train at Alfalfa Garden Station and got off at Gulou Station, heading to the Gulou Campus of Nanjing University. His mother used to take Bai Yang past the north gate of Nanjing University, and would always point to the four golden characters on the gray marble and tell him to work hard to get in. But at that time, Bai Yang was still struggling over whether to go to Tsinghua University or Peking University. He didn't care much about Nanjing University, which was right next to his home, and was quite arrogant. Unlike Bai Yang now, if Nanjing University was willing to give him an admission letter, he would kowtow all the way from Purple Mountain to Xuanwu Lake.
Following his memory, Bai Yang walked along the path, turned right after passing the stadium, and then passed the Southwest Building and the Graduate School. After several turns, he finally found the Physics Building, an old gray building with three large golden characters "Physics Building" hung on the door lintel at the entrance.
Then they blocked Zhao Bowen at the door of his office.
"Oh, Yangyang!" Zhao Bowen was a little surprised. He was about to go out, holding a book under his arm and a glass of water in his hand. "What brings you here?"
"Uncle Zhao!"
Bai Yang's gaze lingered on the top of Zhao Bowen's head for a few seconds. Although Zhao Bowen was a professor of physics at Nanjing University and possessed a highly intelligent mind, for some reason he always managed to maintain a thick head of black hair. Although Uncle Zhao and his father Uncle Wang were of the same age, Uncle Zhao looked the youngest of the three.
"Is your dad okay?"
"I'm fine." Bai Yang got straight to the point. "I have a question for you."
"Do you have any questions for me? Let's talk while we walk." Zhao Bowen put his arm around Bai Yang's shoulders and walked with him. The two of them walked through the bright corridor. "If you have any questions, just message me on WeChat. Why did you bother to come to me... Hey, Teacher Liu, hello, are you going to class?"
"The issue is very complicated and cannot be explained in just a few words."
"Oh? Not the senior high school physics paper?"
"No." Bai Yang shook his head.
"Then tell me."
"Uncle Zhao, do you think that super-time and space communication is possible?" Bai Yang asked, "For example, people in the present can contact people in the future, or people in the past?"
Zhao Bowen frowned and tilted his head to look at him, "Are you writing science fiction?"
"No, no, I just wanted to ask."
"Well... Actually, I think it's more appropriate to ask Electrician Liu this question. After all, I'm not a sci-fi researcher." Zhao Bowen touched his chin and thought, "Based on my superficial understanding, I think it's impossible. At least all the theoretical evidence that humans have now does not support the occurrence of such a thing."
"Is it impossible?"
"That may not be the case. If you involve the issue in a higher dimension, a more bizarre and supernatural realm that humans cannot understand, then it's hard to say." Zhao Bowen pushed the tortoise-shell frame glasses on his nose. "You know that our understanding and exploration of this world is still very superficial, but that's the field of science fiction, such as Back to the Future and Interstellar. I'm just a poor, weak and helpless associate professor. I can't even be promoted to a full professor. How can I know such things?"
"Uncle Zhao, let's assume that this situation exists." Bai Yang said, "If you get in touch with a person from the future..."
"Then I hope he can tell me where house prices are going to skyrocket."
"If you were to make contact with a person from the future, and there was a twenty-year gap between you, you would need to send him something, a time capsule." Bai Yang said, "Uncle Zhao, what method would you use?"
"Bury it underground." Zhao Bowen said, "Did you learn a text called "Kolya's Little Wooden Box" in elementary school? The People's Education Press Chinese textbook tells the story of a child who buried a wooden box underground to escape the war and dug it out after the war ended... Has this text been deleted now?"
Bai Yang was stunned for a moment.
“It’s not that simple.”
"Not that simple?"
"It will fail." Bai Yang nodded, "The other party won't be able to receive it."
"How do you know it will fail? Have you tried it?"
"Uncle Zhao, suppose you get in touch with the person from the future after you bury it, but she tells you that she didn't dig it up," Bai Yang said, "what would you do?"
"It may be disturbed by construction in the future." Zhao Bowen said, "Just dig it out and bury it somewhere else..."
As he was speaking, he suddenly paused and then slowly shook his head.
"wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"You've got the cause and effect mixed up here," Zhao Bowen said. "You dug it out again because the other party couldn't find the capsule, but it was precisely because you dug it out again that the other party couldn't find it... see? This is why hyperspace communication is impossible in our universe, which cannot exceed the speed of light. Our universe doesn't allow this to happen unless you can move at superluminal speeds and break the basic rules of this universe."
"Suppose that hyperspace communication has occurred, and the basic rules of the universe have been broken by something unknown."
"You are being unreasonable."
"I'm just being unreasonable. Uncle Zhao, I asked you to deliver the capsule to the future people to ensure success. What should you do?"
"Then this is just a nonsense question." Zhao Bowen saw that he was not asking a serious question, so he simply said nothing serious, "I will prepare 10,000 time capsules and bury them all over the world. There will always be one that he can receive."
“It has to be actionable.”
"Then eliminate all possible interference," Zhao Bowen said. "You are the one who buried the time capsule, so the biggest uncertainty is actually you. In order to prevent yourself from digging it out again and to prevent it from being disturbed by road construction or something, choose a place where you can't dig it out and it won't be dug up by others, bury the time capsule, and fix it there for 20 years."
Bai Yang nodded slowly.
"Why are you asking me these questions?" Zhao Bowen asked, "Yang Yang, have you contacted the people from the future?"
"Yes." Bai Yang nodded, "But I don't know whether it's true or not."
Zhao Bowen was stunned and burst into laughter.
"Okay, okay, remember to ask him to tell you where the housing prices will increase next year!"
I can't dig it myself.
It won't be dug up.
This was the principle that Bai Yang followed during his fourth attempt.
He dug out the time capsule he had buried last night and prepared to make his fourth attempt - when he dug out the capsule, his heart skipped a beat.
broken.
It was dug out again.
Bai Yang stared blankly at the stainless steel capsule covered in mud in his hand.
No wonder last night's attempt failed.
It seems that no matter how much psychological preparation he does, it is useless. It is like fate, as if there is an invisible force controlling him. Bai Yang thought that it was his own free will and subjective initiative that made him act, but his subjective initiative just made things develop towards the predetermined result. Even if no one forced Bai Yang to dig, Bai Yang would dig on his own.
It's useless to rely on yourself, you can only rely on external forces.
That afternoon, Bai Yang took a two-hour drive to a furniture and building materials city and bought a bucket of white glue for gluing glass and wood. He originally wanted to buy cement, but it was really hard to find cement in the city, so he had to settle for the next best thing and bought a small bucket of white glue.
That night, after Bai Yang dug the hole and buried the time capsule, he poured the prepared latex into the hole, allowing the thick glue to completely submerge the stainless steel capsule.
When the latex solidifies, the capsule is completely fixed in the pit. It is said that the Japanese underworld would use cement to make human piles for their enemies and sink them into Tokyo Bay to destroy the bodies and even the gods would not be able to find them. Bai Yang could not find cement, so he could only use white glue to achieve a similar effect. He would pour a capsule pile, and when the white latex was completely solidified, Bai Yang himself would not be able to dig out the capsule.
Now he doesn't have to worry about being too greedy in the future. Even if he wants to dig it out, he won't be able to dig it out.
This should be foolproof now.
This is Bai Yang’s fourth attempt at time travel.
What was the result of the fourth attempt?
Of course, nature failed.
(End of this chapter)
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