We Live In Nanjing

  Chapter 35 Fourth Attempt

  But failure is a good thing.

   "BG4MXH, why is failure a good thing? OVER."

"BG4MSR, because failure can rule out certain possibilities, it's the same as doing experiments, but most scientific researches are that theory precedes practice, and we practice 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 I have some inferences in my heart, but I am still not sure whether it is reliable and feasible. I still need to try, OVER."

"What's up?"

  "I can’t tell you for now, I'm going to consult a bigger guy tomorrow, OVER."

   "Tell me."

   "No, wait for me to ask the boss for advice, OVER."

   "BG4MXH, who is the bigger boss?"

  "Professor of Physics at Nanjing University."

  "Nanjing University...Physics...Professor?"

  The little head on the opposite side obviously didn't understand what the three words together meant.

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The next morning, Baiyang took Metro Line 2 to Line 1, got on the train from Mulouyuan Station, got off at Gulou Station, and went to the Gulou Campus of Nanjing University. My mother used to bring Baiyang through the North Gate of Nanjing University, always pointing The four golden characters on the grey marble said that you would work hard to get admitted here, but at that time Bai Yang was still entangled in whether he was going to Tsinghua University or Beijing University. Bai Yang, if Nanda is willing to give him an admission letter, he can kowtow all the way from Zijin Mountain to Xuanwu Lake.

Following the memory, Bai Yang walked along the small road, passed the stadium and turned right, then passed the Southwest Building and the Graduate School, turned around, and finally found the Physics Building, a gray old building with three on the forehead of the gate. A big golden character "Physics Building".

   Then he blocked Zhao Bowen at the door of his office.

  "Oh, Yang Yang!" Zhao Bowen was a little surprised. He was about to go out, with a book under his arm and a glass cup in his hand, "What is the wind that keeps you blowing?"

   "Uncle Zhao!"

Bai Yang’s gaze stayed on Zhao Bowen’s head for a few more seconds. Although Zhao Bowen is a professor of physics at Nantah University and possesses a high IQ head, he does not know why he can always maintain a thick black hair, even though Zhao Shu He was about the same age as his father Wang Shu, but Zhao Shu looked the youngest of the three.

   "How is your dad?"

   "It's fine." Bai Yang is straightforward, "I have a question to ask."

"Ask me if you have any questions? Let's talk while walking." Zhao Bowen grabbed Bai Yang's shoulders and walked with him. The two of them walked through the bright corridor. "If you have any questions, just tap me on WeChat, why? I'm eager to come to me... Hey, teacher Liu, hello, hello, how are you going to class?"

  "The problem is very complicated, and it is not clear in one or two sentences."

   "Oh? Not a senior year physical exam?"

   "No." Bai Yang shook his head.

"What do you say."

  "Uncle Zhao, do you think it is possible for time-space communication to happen?" Bai Yang asked, "For example, modern people contact people in the future, or people in the past?"

  Zhao Bowen frowned, turned his head and glanced at him, "Are you writing a science fiction novel?"

   "No, I just want to ask."

"Well... Actually I think this question is more appropriate to ask Liu Diangong. After all, I am not engaged in science fiction research." Zhao Bowen thought, "According to a little bit of my understanding, I think it is impossible, at least for humans now. All the theoretical basis available do not support the occurrence of this kind of thing."

   "Is it absolutely impossible to happen?"

"It's not necessarily true. If you involve the problem in a higher dimension, even more awkward and incomprehensible to humans, then you can't say it." Zhao Bowen pushed the tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose." You know that our understanding and exploration of this world is still very superficial, but that is the field of science fiction, it is "Back to the Future" and "Interstellar", I am just a poor, weak and helpless associate professor, Professor Lian Shengzheng It's all in the foreseeable future, where do you know such a thing?"

  "Uncle Zhao, let's assume that this situation exists." Bai Yang said, "If you get in touch with a future person..."

   "Then I hope he can tell me where house prices are going to skyrocket."

   "If you get in touch with a future person, you have to give him something and a time capsule after twenty years." Bai Yang said, "Uncle Zhao, what method would you use?"

"Buried in the ground." Zhao Bowen said, "Did you learn a text called "Coria's Little Wooden Box" when you were in elementary school? The wooden box was buried in the ground, and the story was dug up after the war...Is this text deleted now?"

   Bai Yang was taken aback.

   "It's not that simple."

   "It's not that simple?"

   "It will fail." Bai Yang nodded, "The other party can't receive it."

   "How do you know that you will fail? Have you tried it?"

   "Uncle Zhao, suppose you get in touch with the future man after you have buried it, but the other party tells you that she didn't dig it." Bai Yang said, "What would you do?"

   "That may be disturbed by construction in the future." Zhao Bowen said, "Just dig it out and bury it in another place..."

  He was talking and he suddenly stopped, and then slowly shook his head.

   "Not right."

   "What's wrong?"

"This is the cause." Zhao Bowen said, "You dug out the capsule again because the other party did not find the capsule, but it is precisely because you dug it out again that the other party did not find it...Look Has it arrived? This is why it is impossible for hyperspace communication to happen in our non-super-light-speed universe. Our universe does not allow this to happen unless you can move faster than the speed of light and break the basic rules of this universe."

   "Assuming that hyperspace communication has already taken place, the basic rules of the universe have been broken by something unknown."

  "You are a mess."

   "I'm just messing around, Uncle Zhao, let you give capsules to future people. To ensure success, what should you do?"

"Then this is just a verbal problem." Zhao Bowen saw that he was not asking serious questions, and he was simply not serious. "I will prepare 10,000 time capsules, which are buried everywhere in the world. ."

  "It must be operable."

"Then get rid of all possible interference." Zhao Bowen said, "You are the person who planted the time capsule, so the biggest uncertainty factor is actually yourself. In order to prevent your own hands from digging it out again and preventing it from being paving the way If you interfere with the construction, pick a place that you can't dig out by yourself or others, and bury the time capsule in it, fix it, and fix it for 20 years."

  White Yang nodded slowly.

  "Why are you asking me these questions?" Zhao Bowen asked, "Yang Yang, have you contacted the future person?"

   "Yes." Bai Yang nodded, "but I don't know if it is true or not."

  Zhao Bowen was taken aback and laughed.

  "Well, remember to ask him to tell you where house prices will rise next year!"

  I can’t dig by myself.

   will not be dug.

  This is the tenet Bai Yang pursued when he tried for the fourth time.

  He dug out the time capsule that was buried last night again, and prepared for the fourth attempt—when he dug out the capsule, he felt a little choked.

broken.

   was dug out again.

  White Yang stared at the stainless steel capsule covered with soil in his hands.

  No wonder the attempt failed last night.

It seems that no matter how much mental construction is done, it’s useless. It’s like destiny. There seems to be an invisible force manipulating him. Bai Yang thinks that what makes him act is his own free will and his subjectivity. Initiative, but his subjective initiative just allows things to develop towards a predetermined result, even if no one forces Poplar to dig, Poplar will dig by himself.

  It's useless to rely on yourself, you can only rely on external forces.

In the afternoon, Bai Yang drove a long way to the Furniture and Building Materials City in a two-hour car and bought a bucket of white latex for bonding glass and wood. He wanted to buy cement, but it was really difficult to buy cement in the city. I had no choice but to buy a small bucket of white glue.

   In the evening, Baiyang dug the pit and buried the time capsule, and poured the adjusted latex into it, so that the thick glue completely submerged the stainless steel capsule.

After the latex is cured, the capsule is completely fixed in the pit. It is said that the Japanese underworld will pour the enemy’s cement into piles and sink into Tokyo Bay to destroy the corpses. The gods can’t find it, and the poplar can’t find the cement, so they can only use it. The white glue achieves a similar effect. He has to pour a capsule pile, and when the white latex is completely solidified, Bai Yang can't dig out the capsule himself.

  This time, I am not afraid that I will have a bad hand in the future. Even if he wants to dig in the future, he will not be able to dig it out.

  This time should be foolproof.

  This is Bai Yang’s fourth attempt at Time Slow Delivery.

  Then the result of the fourth attempt—

  There is no doubt that it naturally failed.

  (End of this chapter)