Behind me is the earth

Chapter 392 390. “Plastic Bag” and Octahedron

Liu Wen and Ren Nuan said goodbye and left.

Ren Pingsheng looked at Ruhua and opened the box. Inside was a metal rhombus octahedron the size of a fist.

There is also a stack of square ones, but they look very familiar.

"Isn't this a plastic bag?"

Ruan Tang pointed to the bag and said.

Ren Pingsheng nodded.

"When I saw it in the photo before, I thought it looked like a plastic bag, and I thought it might be a problem in the photo. But now I see it with the naked eye, and it still looks like a plastic bag."

Ren Pingsheng reached out and took out the plastic bag.

Next to him, Ruan Tang took out the metal rhombus octahedron and examined it carefully.

"Heavy, smooth, hard, containing iron, tin, copper..."

Ruan Tang's fingers flashed with arcs of light, and while he was rubbing and observing, he spoke softly.

From the moment she saw this metal body, her expression became solemn. As the observation deepened, her expression became more solemn.

Ren Pingsheng shook out the "plastic bag" in his hand.

Even the texture in the hand is the same as that of a plastic bag. When touched, it makes a rustling sound and even scratches a finger-sized hole in the corner.

After shaking it open, Ren Pingsheng just looked at it with his naked eyes, and there was already a cave inside.

I penetrated it with my telekinesis and scanned it. The space inside was about the size of a garage.

He gently pulled the plastic bag. It was about the same strength as a plastic bag. Moreover, Ren Pingsheng couldn't feel any aura from this plastic bag. He didn't know how this space was superimposed on such a "plastic bag". inside.

"Ruhua, go find Han Ling'er and come over."

Ren Pingsheng ordered.

"good."

Picturesque should be down.

Han Ling'er is now next to the White Horse Temple in Shangshuifang in Qifeng County. She was rewarded with a house by Ren Pingsheng. It is diagonally opposite the gate of the palace. It is not far away and can be reached in a blink of an eye.

When she arrived, Ren Pingsheng was experimenting with putting items in it.

As more and more things are put into it, the weight of the plastic bag will increase slightly, but it will not feel heavy in your hand.

"Danglang~"

A metal container suddenly fell out of the plastic bag and made a sound when it hit the ground.

Han Ling'er picked up the brass incense burner cover that rolled to her feet.

The items fell out from where the plastic bag had been damaged.

"Take a look."

Ren Pingsheng handed the plastic bag to Han Linger.

Han Linger frowned after studying for a while. She could not feel the familiar spatial elements from the plastic bag, but there was indeed a space inside the plastic bag.

The existence of this space is not like the way of existence she is familiar with. It is even in a field that is different from her understanding of space creation.

"It's completely different from the basis on which the space I create relies on. I can't even understand how this space exists inside this bag."

Han Ling'er said with some confusion: "Moreover, generally speaking, when the space is damaged, the things inside will fall into the turbulence of the space, and it will be difficult to retrieve them.

But this space is overlapped with the external space we live in. After falling from the space inside, it will fall into the space we are in.

These two spaces are directly nested together. In my opinion, this way of nesting together is very difficult. It is difficult to do this even in a spiritual artifact, let alone this ordinary one. bag······

Perhaps, this is an unknown method of making magical instruments. "

Han Ling'er already has some self-doubts about her major.

Being able to create such a difficult space on ordinary items was a big blow to her.

And Ren Pingsheng thought more.

How can things like plastic bags exist in this world?

Isn’t it a huge mismatch to use such a simple plastic bag to carry such a space?

And such a mismatch in his opinion is actually right in front of him. Who or what force can do this?

What is their motivation?

Is it for selling vegetables?

For a time, many question marks formed in his brain, but they became unsolvable problems.

"The manufacturing process of this metal body is not like what is possible in this world."

Ruan Tang also said with a solemn expression.

While speaking, she subconsciously glanced upward, feeling as if a pair of eyes were watching her.

Then, she couldn't help but laugh at herself.

It makes this metal body a bit suspicious.

"This rhombus-shaped octahedron has a smooth, delicate surface and is extremely precise. It certainly cannot be polished by hand.

Unless it is built with precision machine tools, it is very difficult. Even our country has only had such precision machine tools and technology in the past two years.

In the past, only a few countries such as Germany and the fish-rich countries could do it. "

Ruan Tang gently opened her palm, and under the control of electromagnetic force, the rhombus octahedron was suspended above her palm, spinning in the air.

Every surface reflects the light from the roof when it rotates. No matter which direction you look at it, you cannot see any scratches on the smooth cut surface.

Such a simple octahedron is actually full of beauty.

"However, there is another possibility."

Ruan Tang added: "A person with a special ability like me, or a stranger who can control metal, can also do this after systematic training."

As she spoke, a copper pot next to her flew over, melted in the air, and slowly changed, eventually forming a brass octahedron. Except for the color, it looked like the rhombus octahedron suspended in the air. Exactly the same.

"However, this diamond-shaped octahedral metal alloy is extraordinary. It is not made casually by a stranger who controls metal.

This requires systematic knowledge, rigorous research, and countless experiments to develop it.

With the scientific research capabilities of this world, it is hard for me to imagine that such an octahedron with obvious artificial traces could be born. "

Just a seemingly simple piece of metal seriously impacted Ruan Tang's inherent understanding of the world.

"General Manager Ruan, you mean that this piece of metal is not from this world?"

Han Linger asked.

As a spirit caster, he is also equivalent to a technical researcher. When it comes to the existence of other worlds, he does not have the absolute sense of black and white, positive or negative that ordinary people have when it comes to the existence of other worlds. Instead, the boundaries are more blurred.

Ruan Tang shook his head: "I don't know, this world is not small, and what we have explored, whether horizontally or vertically, whether it is space or time, is not comprehensive.

I just personally feel that this thing cannot be made with the technical means I see now.

But the miraculous thing about superpowers is that they turn decay into magic and the impossible into possibility. If it is done by different people and different skills, I can accept it. "

Ren Pingsheng reached out and picked off the octahedron floating in the air, spread it in his hand and observed it carefully.

The power of mind can probe into the smallest detail, and what can be seen is far beyond what the naked eye can compare with.

But when I look at the surface of this cube with the power of my mind like a microscope, it is still extremely smooth. When it was enlarged hundreds of times, there were finally obvious uneven marks, but they were still as smooth as paper.

"Let's wait until tomorrow, when the foreigner comes, and ask for details."

Ren Pingsheng let go of his hand and the octahedron flew back into the wooden box.

This world is not as simple as it seems.

Whether it was the black leather box, the octahedron, or the scratched "plastic bag", Ren had to find a way to look into the depths of the world, trying to get from that depth to the bottomless depth. Here, some hidden truths were unearthed.

"What exactly is this truth?"

Until Ren Pingsheng was lying on the bed to rest, he was still thinking about it.

"Master."

In the darkness, Xiaowan, wearing a silk nightgown, opened the door and walked in, holding a little rabbit doll in her arms.

"What's wrong?"

Ren Pingsheng sat up and looked at her.

Although the room was dark, to his eyes it was no different from daylight.

"I want to sleep with the young master."

Xiaowan said and climbed onto the young master's bed.

Ren Pingsheng lifted up the quilt and wrapped her in it. Her soft and delicate body was next to him, her head resting on his arm, arched like a puppy, and she found the most comfortable position, clinging to his body like an octopus.

"Are the young master's world and my world in the same universe?"

Xiaowan suddenly asked.

"Who knows?"

Whether that door spans the distance of infinite space, or passes through the barriers of the world, and comes to another world, Ren's current ability, power, and knowledge cannot make a judgment.

The universe is too vast, and time and space are infinite.

There are so many galaxies, stars, planets, matter, and energy. Time and space are intertwined. When looking up at the stars, the completely unfamiliar star map leaves him without a definite point and reference system to determine his position and direction. Naturally, he cannot judge whether he is still in the original universe.

"No matter whether it is the same universe or not, whether it is in the same universe as the young master or not, nothing can stop Xiaowan from loving the young master."

Xiaowan placed the young master's warm palm on her heart, letting him feel her heart beating vigorously for him.

then.

The topic began to transition from the universe to love, the thoughts began to transition from contemplation to desire, and the state began to transition from lying flat to moving.

The second day.

Stress is released and you feel refreshed.

After Ren Pingsheng got up, Xiaowan still covered herself with the quilt a little shyly. It wasn't until he went out that Xiaowan slowly got up and called Ruhua to find herself some beautiful clothes to change into.

The goose-yellow down jacket looks particularly warm under the warm winter sun.

Around nine o'clock, Paul, Olga, Katarina and Anna in the guest house all had sore legs.

From early in the morning, someone came to teach them the etiquette of meeting.

At this time, Paul finally knew that the person they were about to meet was not the emperor of Jingguo, but a powerful prince, the king of Wuzhou Province.

However, it does not make much difference to them whether he is an emperor or a king.

They are all people they want to look up to, and they can give them everything they want.

However, his lack of understanding of Jing Guo made him worried, fearing that he would be punished for violating taboos through his words, actions, and customs. Therefore, he is particularly serious when learning etiquette.

Finally, at half past nine, a black car stopped at the door of the guest house.

Paul got into the car with Olga nervously.

The car is very warm, and the faint smell of gardenia in the car is refreshing. Subconsciously, Paul felt that this scent, like the soap and shampoo he used last night, would definitely be a very popular product in Silo State!

The guest house is not far from the palace, and I have already arrived before my butt is warm.

The armed guards in front of the palace gate stood like a pine tree with solemn expressions. The tall gate gave people a strong sense of oppression.

Under the guidance of others, enter the palace from the side door.

In the deep palace with high walls, there are hurried figures, people speak in a low voice, their movements are very small, and they are cautious everywhere, giving people a sense of strict regulations.

When Paul was in his hometown, he was also lucky enough to visit the king's castle, but it was completely incomparable with Jingguo's palace.

After bypassing the Wenming Garden where Zhongshu Pavilion is located, passing through Xi Erfu, passing Guoanzhai, we finally arrived at Yuanhe Hall.

After entering Yuanhe Hall, the atmosphere finally became lively.

Paul and Olga stayed under the porch for a while, and then were ushered into the temple.

The hall was tall, deep, wide, and magnificent, but Paul and Olga did not dare to look too much. They knelt on their knees and loudly said in broken Jingguo dialect: "Paul and Olga, businessmen of the Floro Kingdom, pay homage to His Royal Highness the King of Qi!"

"Get up and give me a seat."

Ren Pingsheng sat behind the imperial desk and looked at the two foreigners in the hall.

He has a beard, which must have been recently trimmed. The skin is rough and dark, which is caused by the wind and sun at sea. He looks about thirty or forty years old, which is older than his actual age.

While Ren Pingsheng was looking at them, Paul, who was sitting on his seat, also secretly looked at His Royal Highness behind the imperial cabinet.

He looks very young, but no one dares to look down upon him. Wearing a black robe with dragon patterns, he shows his extraordinary magnificence despite his beauty. A pair of eyes, viewed from a distance, are like a deep pool with no bottom visible, and like a sharp sword piercing the heart.

Paul felt more respectful in his heart and lowered his head again.

"Where did you get these two things?"

The sound sounded from above and in front.

"The prince asked you where you got the things you donated."

Zheng Shuwen, the translator sitting behind the two of them, said.

"Reporting to the prince, there is a large piece of land about 26,000 miles east of Jingguo. This treasure was discovered by the two of us two years ago."

Zheng Shuwen translated.

"Elaborate."

Ren Pingsheng said while asking Xiaowan to take out the navigation chart.