Chapter 44 Death and Life
That night, the three of them used two spectrum analyzers until 11 o'clock in the evening, until my mother got angry, but they didn't get any useful results.
The mysterious signal of BG4MSR could not be caught. The signal quality from the earphones was obviously as good as a girl whispering in one's ear, but the spectrum analyzer placed in the living room just couldn't detect it. Wang Ning slammed the table and said more than once that it was definitely that bastard Lao Bai who set him up to play tricks on him. This must be a trick designed by Lao Bai. He served in the army as a communications technician for more than ten years. Shouldn't he be familiar with encryption methods?
"Are you three old fools done yet? What time is it already? Yang has classes tomorrow morning!"
My mother ordered us to leave.
"Come back tomorrow if you have anything else to say!"
For my mother, anyone who dares to hinder Bai Yang's studies and ruin his future is not worth dying for. Whoever stands in the way will be killed. Bai Zhen, Wang Ning, and Zhao Bowen combined are no match for her.
Everyone knows Xiaowen's temper. When he was young, he could make Bai Zhen kneel on the washboard. So Wang Ning and Zhao Bowen got up and said goodbye, and Bai Zhen sent them downstairs.
The spectrum analyzer was temporarily left at Lao Bai's house, since Wang Ning couldn't take it back by himself anyway.
"What do you think about this?" Bai Zhen asked as he walked downstairs. "My son told me that the little girl lived 20 years later. She was the only one left in her time. All the people in the world died, and buffaloes and wild deer roamed freely in the streets."
"Yang Yang actually came to my office a few days ago and asked me this question. I thought he was writing a science fiction novel," Zhao Bowen said. "I didn't expect that there was such a thing. It's a bit unbelievable. What kind of disaster could cause the extinction of all human beings in just 20 years?"
"If you ask me whether I believe it or not, I definitely don't." Wang Ning shook his head, "This is not a movie."
“But we can’t explain why we can’t get the BG4MSR signal, but Yang Yang’s signal can be connected with two or three turns,” said Zhao Bowen.
"There are many possible reasons for not being able to capture the signal, and time travel is the most outrageous one." Wang Ning said, "I said it was set up by Lao Bai. He found a shill, who was hiding somewhere to send out spread spectrum signals. A group of people colluded to act out the plot. As long as the normal signal is expanded into an ultra-wideband signal, it will sound exactly like background noise, and no one can tell the difference... Lao Bai, am I right? How about we take the two and five crutch apart and have a look when we come back tomorrow?"
"Your jackhammer can decode spread spectrum signals?" Bai Zhen retorted, "I did all these things just to fool you? What's the benefit of fooling you?"
"That means your son is fooling us. It's Xiao Yang's trick."
"If he has this ability, then the three of us at our ages will have lived a useless life." Bai Zhen said, "He has to DIY and convert the amateur radio into a military radio. Do you think it's possible?"
"Based on this signal alone, I don't believe that BG4MSR will live in twenty years." Wang Ning was stubborn.
"But he has verified it." Bai Zhen said.
"What do you use to verify it?" Zhao Bowen asked, "Time capsule? The one mentioned before?"
"Yes, a time capsule." Bai Zhen replied, "Bury the time capsule, and then wait twenty years for the other party to dig it out."
"How do we prevent counterfeiting?" Wang Ning asked.
"Use tritium tubes."
"Half-life?" Zhao Bowen immediately realized the key.
"Yes, use half-life to verify time." Bai Zhen nodded. "When the other party dug out the time capsule, the tritium tube was almost extinguished."
Zhao Bowen and Wang Ning fell silent.
It is irrefutable evidence that the half-life of radioactive elements cannot be accelerated.
They both thought at the same time that Bai Yang was a really smart guy. If he had used other verification methods, he would definitely be able to find a loophole, but the tritium tube evidence was too solid, so solid that it could not be shaken.
It is just like those antique dealers who use every possible means to make antiques look old and fake, but their true colors will be exposed when faced with carbon 14 dating.
Zhao Bowen and Wang Ning could swing a 40-meter-long Occam's sword and smash the unreliable theory of time travel into pieces, but Bai Yang secretly buried a hard bone in those seemingly chaotic clues and speculations, and this hard bone was the tritium tube. When Occam's sword hit the tritium tube, the blade immediately bent and broke, causing the two men's hands to go numb.
The three of them walked to the first floor, and Zhao Bowen and Wang Ning asked Bai Zhen not to see them off.
"I say, Lao Wang, Lao Zhao, if this is true," Bai Zhen asked the two men from behind, "what should we do?"
"Then I have to withdraw my housing fund immediately and stop paying my pension insurance," Wang Ning said. "Twenty years later, I'll just retire and before I can enjoy a single day of good life, the world will be destroyed."
Zhao Bowen scratched his head, looked around, and muttered, "If this is true, then it will be a big trouble... No matter from which level or meaning, it will be a big trouble."
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"BG4MSR, BG4MSR, let's stop here tonight. Uncle Zhao and Uncle Wang are gone. We've been busy all night but haven't come up with any results. I still have classes tomorrow." Bai Yang was about to end the call and wash up to rest. "I have to get up at 6:30 in the morning. The first class is the dreaded English class. OVER."
"Didn't find anything?"
"The only thing I found is that I am the only one who can receive your signal. No one else can." Bai Yang replied, "Uncle Wang is the person in charge of the Wuwei. Tonight he even called other HAMs who were still awake and asked them to try to listen at 14255. But they couldn't hear anything either. OVER."
"Why is this happening?"
"I don't know either." Bai Yang shook his head, "They are still looking for the reason. OVER."
"Well...will you come back tomorrow night?" the girl asked.
"Of course." Bai Yang said, "But I have to go to self-study tomorrow, so the time will be a little later than tonight. You can wait for me at 14255. OVER."
"BG4MXH, what is evening study?"
"Evening self-study means staying in school to do homework after school in the afternoon until 10 o'clock in the evening. It is a great destruction to the mental health of teenagers. OVER."
"BG4MXH, is this part of going to school?"
"Yes, BG4MSR, this is also part of going to school, and it is the hard training that every child in this era must go through in the process of growing up." Bai Yang said, "I don't know how many people have fallen in this process. Just imagine, a simple and ignorant young boy has to be assigned homework by seven or eight teachers every night! How cruel and inhumane this is, how painful it is, this is purgatory, this is a slaughterhouse! OVER."
"Seven or eight teachers! You actually have seven or eight teachers!"
The girl spoke with envy.
"Is this the point? BG4MSR, the point is purgatory, the slaughterhouse!"
Slaughterhouse?
The girl was frightened again.
“Does everyone have to go to school?”
"Everyone must go to school. This is called compulsory education. OVER."
"What do you teach in school?" the girl asked. "Do you also teach archery, shooting, and wilderness survival? The teacher once told me that in the era before the advent of the Black Moon, schools taught fighting, grappling, wrestling, and shooting, and there were exams. BG4MXH, did the monthly exam you mentioned include fighting and shooting?"
Bai Yang thought to himself which school your teacher graduated from.
Are we really in the same world?
"Our exams... are about Chinese, math, English, physics, chemistry, and biology," Bai Yang said. "Everyone sits in the classroom, answers questions with a pen, and then ranks according to the scores. It must be hard for you to understand. Thousands of students fight for a score. Everyone studies very hard, just for that small number on the test paper. A number is more important than anything else. A number determines your fate. You must be unable to imagine it. OVER."
“Thousands of students, so many people, it’s amazing, right?”
The girl spoke with envy again.
"Is that the point? The point is the score. We are fighting for the score!"
Fight to the point of bloodshed?
The girl continued to tremble with fear.
"BG4MSR, in an exam, anyone with a normal brain wouldn't want to have too many competitors, so the fewer people the better, OVER."
"No, the more people the better, OVER."
"Why?" Bai Yang asked.
"No reason, the more people the better." Banxia said, "We need millions, tens of millions, a world full of talented people, OVER."
Bai Yang scratched his head.
"BG4MSR, I should go to bed." Bai Yang yawned and glanced at the alarm clock. "Oh no...it's already half past eleven. Why do I always forget the time when chatting with you? I really need to go to bed, sister. You don't have to go to school, but I do. Good night, 73."
"Will you be back tomorrow night?"
"Come back, OVER."
"Sure."
"must!"
Banxia put down her headphones.
I spread out the old letter paper on the table again and stared at the handwriting on it in a daze. It was so strange and incomprehensible... The person who just talked to me was clearly a living teenager. He could laugh, make noises, and breathe. He was full of energy and vitality. But why did he immediately become a dead person when I took off the headphones?
(End of this chapter)
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