We Live In Nanjing

  Chapter 89 I'm willing

   "I'm so sorry, we are back again."

  Zhao Bowen gave a wry smile.

   "Uncle Zhao."

  Bai Yang came in to change shoes. He didn't figure out what battle it was. How did Zhao Bowen kill the carbine? Didn't he take the radio and fly away, and there is no news?

Bao Longtu once again sat in Kaifeng Mansion. Dynasty Mahan, Zhang Long, and Zhao Hu were separated from each other. There was a large stapler on the coffee table. Five strange middle-aged men stood or sat with solemn expressions. The battle was obviously more serious than last time. It’s big. Last time there were three Royal Cats. This time it was Five Rats making Tokyo. Bai Yang glanced over. The man standing on the far left against the wall was slightly thinner, with a long face and a hooked nose. The second person from the left sits on the sofa with his hands closed and his eyes closed. The white poplar named him the squirrel. The rat sitting with the squirrel is the rat, and the opposite of the rat is the rat, and the last brocade hair. The mouse looks the youngest, probably less than thirty years old, standing on the right side of the living room.

  Not only Zhao Bowen is back, but Wang Ning is also back.

  At this moment, Old Wang tilted Erlang's legs, flipping through a large pile of thick materials in his hand.

   After changing his shoes, Bai Yang walked into his room with his schoolbag on his back, and was surprised to find that the Icom725 had been returned to its original owner, and it was placed on the bookshelf, almost intact.

  Zhao Bowen followed in and sat down on the bed.

   "What's the matter?" Bai Yang put down his schoolbag, "Why is it back again? You have finished your research? All the problems have been solved?"

  Zhao Bowen shook his head.

  "We have only achieved one result during this period of time, and we only figured out one thing. Apart from that, we don't know anything."

"What's up?"

  Zhao Bowen got up, leaned on the bookshelf, and patted the radio's shell lightly.

   "Yang Yang, have you asked where BG4MSR lives?"

  White Poplar was taken aback.

  "Meihua Villa."

  "How many buildings and what number?" Zhao Bowen then asked.

   Bai Yang choked, and scratched his head, "No...no question, after all, it is not polite to directly ask the girl's specific address... Besides, she lives alone in the doomsday era, and it doesn't make sense to ask her where she lives..."

   "It really doesn't make sense." Zhao Bowen said, "but you missed a very important piece of information because of this."

   "Intelligence?"

   "Yes." Zhao Bowen nodded, "I will ask you again, do you know which radio station is used by BG4MSR?"

  "How could I know this?" Bai Yang was taken aback, "There are so many abduction radio stations in this world, and there is almost one in the old HAM group."

"Look, your mind hasn't turned around, the authorities are crazy." Zhao Bowen pointed to him, "but it's normal. We only realized this after many tests. I will tell you where BG4MSR lives. , And which radio station she uses."

   "You...you know?"

  "I can’t be 100% sure, but I don’t expect it to leave ten." Zhao Bowen replied, "BG4MSR lives at No.66 Mufuyuan Street, Qinhuai District, Nanjing City, Meihua Villa Zhongqin Garden, Building 11, Unit 2, Unit 804."

  "This is the address of my home!" Bai Yang was excited.

   "But it is also her home address." Zhao Bowen said.

   "Uncle Zhao, you...you mean..."

"Yes, she lives in your house." Zhao Bowen pointed to the floor under his feet. "Maybe you are in the same bedroom as you, lying on the same bed. You slept in the same bed for two months and were ignorant. "

  White Poplar was dumbfounded.

   "Fuck."

   "Next, talk about radio, you should guess it too."

   Bai Yang's eyes fell on the radio.

   "Her abduction two or five..."

   "That's right." Zhao Bowen patted the shell of the radio, "It's your turn to turn two or five."

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   "Want to know how we discovered it? Then this is a long story."

   "I have enough traffic." Bai Yang sat down, "You speak slowly."

"Actually, I suspected it a long time ago. We knew that the energy of this radio station did not radiate outward, right?" Zhao Bowen also sat down. "The spectrum analyzer cannot detect the electromagnetic waves radiated externally. Where did the energy go? What? Where is the high-frequency vibration generated by the crystal oscillator inside the radio station?"

"We don’t know the mechanism of hyper-spatial communication. There must be an incomprehensible cause behind this thing. Because we cannot capture the electromagnetic waves radiated by the radio on 14.255MHZ, it is unlikely that the radio waves will travel through time and space after they are emitted. More likely, it was transmitted to 2040 when it was inside the radio." Zhao Bowen continued, "It's just that we couldn't determine at which link it traveled through time and space. It may be in the crystal oscillator step or in the power amplifier. This step may also be 20 years after passing through the internal feeder."

   "Do you know now?"

   "I see." Zhao Bowen said.

  "Where does the signal travel through time and space?"

"At the source, the crystal oscillator of Icom725 radio station." Zhao Bowen said, "We took the two-five radio station back that day and sent it to Nanjing University of Science and Technology as soon as possible. We borrowed the electromagnetic anechoic chamber of Nanli. You have seen that on the Internet. Kind of an anechoic room? The walls are densely covered with square pyramids. Fighters are often placed in this room to measure the performance of electromagnetic components. The darkroom can shield and block outdoor electromagnetic interference to the greatest extent and ensure a clean electromagnetic environment. We put the radio in it for a full range of tests, and accurately measured the level of each component inside the radio to confirm the signal At which position it was truncated, it was finally found that it had not left the crystal oscillator. After we figured this out, we had a preliminary inference about the mechanism of the radio's time-to-time communication."

   "Resonance?"

"That's right." Zhao Bowen nodded, "The resonance of time and space. When your radio's internal crystal vibrates, it directly drives the other radio's crystal to transmit information instantaneously. Seen like this, you can transmit information between the two radio stations. The speed exceeds the speed of light, but the speed of information transmission cannot exceed the speed of light. Then I have reason to suspect that the Icom725 in your hands is actually the same station—because it is the same station, it seems that it is just To be honest, there is no information transmission, and it does not violate the existing laws of physics."

   "Time and space communication has occurred, is it important that the speed of information transmission cannot exceed the speed of light?" Bai Yang asked.

   "It's not important." Zhao Bowen said, "But I have to find a basis?"

"Ok."

"If you two use the same radio station, then you live in the same place is a reasonable deduction." Zhao Bowen said, "but the above are all speculations, and the experimental results are the strong evidence to prove my idea-we have done a lot of Experiment, and finally got a very bad result."

   "What is the result?"

"This radio station, as long as you leave your bedroom, you can no longer contact BG4MSR." Zhao Bowen replied, "In any case, it will not be possible to reproduce your time-space communication. We put it in various places for testing. In Nanjing, Outside of Nanjing, underground, in the air, or even pulling it to an altitude of more than 20,000 meters and connecting it with a super-gain antenna, nothing works."

  "This...have you been tossing these for half a month?" Bai Yang's eyes widened.

  Zhao Bowen nodded helplessly.

"More than that, you don’t know the situation, it’s a mess, people are mess, things are mess, we formed an expert group as fast as possible, and invited everyone who can be there. A lot of investigations have been done to the best of our ability, and to be honest, there is not much to study. We turned it over and over and found nothing." Zhao Bowen continued, "Finally, we reached an agreement. Opinion, starting with Icom725 radio station to investigate the cause of the doomsday 20 years later is not feasible. It is not a good entry point, so we sent it back as soon as possible and sent it here."

   Bai Yang was silent for a moment, raised his head and asked: "What's next? What are you going to do next?"

"It depends on your opinion." Zhao Bowen said, "It depends on you, Yang Yang. We have several plans, but we agree that the best candidate is always you, because you and BG4MSR are the most familiar with the emotions between you The contact is the most stable. She listens to you the most. Of course, I have to admit that this is a very stressful task. It should not be undertaken by a high school student, so if you don’t want to, we also have..."

   "I do."

  Bai Yang interrupted Zhao Bowen almost without thinking.

  "You can think about it, don’t give me an answer now, we can give you time to think about..."

   "Don't think about it." Bai Yang said, "I am willing."

  Zhao Bowen was a little stunned. He looked at the young man sitting in a chair in silence, with his head down, his face sideways, one foot bent and lying flat on the chair, two hands pressing on the ankles.

  What is he thinking at the moment?

  Zhao Bowen thought.

This is a mountain-like responsibility, shouldering the life and death of all mankind. Old Zhao couldn't imagine what kind of psychology this was. He was just very worried, worried that his thin shoulders, thin arms and young back could bear this thousand. A heavy burden.

  (End of this chapter)