Mysterious recovery: I have two ways to become a god

The headquarters is in an old-fashioned house,

"Wang Xiaoming!"

"is it you?!"

Mr. Qin was sitting on a recliner in the courtyard, holding a stack of paper information in his hand. This was the information about Wang Xiaoming that he had just received from the headquarters.

The moment he saw Wang Xiaoming at the headquarters, Mr. Qin felt that Wang Xiaoming was different. He was like a ghost controller, but not like him. Mr. Qin had never seen such a person before.

Recalling the situation where the headquarters repeatedly refused to provide information when asking for it, Mr. Qin also knew the importance the headquarters attached to Wang Xiaoming.

With his repeated assurances, the headquarters handed over some of Wang Xiaoming's information to him with the approval of the fifth department.

After reading the information in his hand, Mr. Qin was almost certain that Wang Xiaoming was the culprit that caused his prediction to fail, because he found that he could hardly predict anything about Wang Xiaoming.

It is precisely because of Wang Xiaoming's prediction black hole that Mr. Qin can no longer predict the future. Even the future he predicted before may undergo huge changes.

"Will he be a new hope?" Mr. Qin looked into the distance and murmured to himself.

Wang Xiaoming's specialness gave him a different feeling that he couldn't explain clearly. Just by looking at the information, he knew that Wang Xiaoming was born for supernatural beings. Whether it was ghost exorcism ringtones or the supernatural gunpowder he was making, Wang Xiaoming was constantly changing this world. world.

He has predicted many futures. Some things cannot be changed, but some things are changing at any time. In his predictions, there are results of completely solving supernatural events, and there are also endings of human destruction.

He tried to minimize the number of shots he took, just to let the world develop according to the good future he predicted.

But now there are variables, variables that he could not predict, causing the world to begin to change drastically. He doesn't know whether this variable is good or bad, but this unprecedented variable makes his old heart start to beat faster, and he It’s been a long time since I felt the passion I felt when I faced a fierce ghost for the first time when I was young.

He wanted to take a gamble, he wanted to take a gamble with fate.

The appearance of Wang Xiaoming gave him new hope. Since the future has changed irreversibly, why should he cling to that illusory future.

He had had enough of the future he had predicted.

Mr. Qin's prophecy ability allows him to talk to his future self, so the things he can predict must be things his future self knows, and he can only ask about things related to supernatural beings. There is also a limit on the number of inquiries per use.

The most important thing is that he cannot decide which timeline to talk to his future self. The future is uncertain. Every decision he makes will split a timeline. He may be dead on a certain timeline, or he may be dead on a certain timeline. In this timeline, he is the king of the world.

The consequence of the future of multiple timelines is that his predictions cannot completely correspond to the real-world scenes. Maybe he predicted that the ghost ship would come to Dahai City one year later, but in the real world, the ghost ship became the one that would come to Dahai City three years later. .

This is the discrepancy between the real world and other timelines.

"Alas! If I could predict the future of my own timeline," Mr. Qin stood up, "maybe I would have completely solved the problem of supernatural recovery."

The next day, at six o'clock in the morning,

Wang Xiaoming woke up on time, got up, folded the quilt, dressed and washed, and after tidying everything up, there was a glimmer of light outside.

Since being promoted to Sequence Eight, his body has not only been strengthened, but he is also very energetic every day. He wakes up at six in the morning without feeling sleepy at all.

At this moment, the sun has not risen outside and there is not enough light. Wang Xiaoming turns on the lamp, sits at the desk and opens the chapter that he has not finished reading last night.

Time passed, the sun rose, and noisy sounds began to be heard outside. Wang Xiaoming looked up at the time and found that it was already a quarter past seven and it was time to set off.

After breakfast, we came to the laboratory.

After the morning meeting, Wang Xiaoming went directly to Pang Dong’s experimental team.

Today he will move to the headquarters with Pang Dong's experimental team, and he can tell them some things.

The headquarters also took action and sent out a convoy, including several trucks, to transport some of Wang Xiaoming's experimental materials.

When the convoy arrived at the experimental base, news came out that Wang Xiaoming was going to the headquarters to work. For a moment, everyone in the base couldn't believe how Wang Xiaoming could go to the headquarters to work when he had just become the head of the base.

However, after Wang Xiaoming confirmed in the management group that the news was true, everyone believed it.

The management group was immediately flooded with countless messages.

Director Ma: @Professor Wang, what will we do if you leave? Without your leadership, the experimental base would be in chaos.

Professor Huang: It’s so sudden. What happened? Why did Professor Wang go to the headquarters?

Director Wei: @How long will Professor Wang be there?

Wang Xiaoming: @Everyone, I am just going to the headquarters to do research and will come back after a while. During my absence, the base will be handed over to you.

In the laboratory,

Pang Dong's team began to move some experimental materials, and people from the two experimental teams, Chen Wei and Cui Chongshi, also came to help.

"Professor, I want to follow you. Can you transfer me to the headquarters?" Cui Chongshi walked up to Wang Xiaoming carrying a box of fragrant candles and said with a flattering smile on his face.

"No." Wang Xiaoming rejected him ruthlessly.

"Uh... okay!" Cui Chongshi became very depressed for a moment and walked out carrying the box.

"Professor, how long will you stay at the headquarters?" The speaker was Chen Wei. Because she was a girl and short in stature, they didn't let her move anything, so she simply came to Wang Xiaoming's side.

"It will probably take more than a month!" Wang Xiaoming's tone was softer. Different from his attitude towards Cui Chongshi, he valued Chen Wei's research ability.

"I'm sorry, professor," Chen Wei suddenly apologized, a hint of apology appearing on her always cold face, "The research project you gave me has not progressed for so many days."

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and said: "This has nothing to do with you. Supernatural experiments are like this. It depends on luck and persistence. You have only been studying for a few days, so don't be impatient."

Following Chen Wei's gaze, Wang Xiaoming looked at Pang Dong, who was directing people. He instantly understood Chen Wei's thoughts, which were the loss and self-blame caused by seeing his former colleagues being transferred to the headquarters because of the breakthrough in the supernatural experiment.

He had doubts about his ability, so he acted like this.

"Okay, be happy, it's not like we're not coming back," Wang Xiaoming patted Chen Wei on the shoulder, "Remember to send me your daily work log. Although I'm not here, your daily experimental tasks cannot be missed."

Wang Xiaoming didn't know how to comfort the girl, so he just said a few words to Chen Wei.

Soon all the useful experimental materials had been transported, and it was time to leave.

The leaders of the experimental base, large and small, also came to say goodbye to Wang Xiaoming. As a result, they were scolded by Wang Xiaoming and were driven away to go back to work.

Only some people from Laboratory No. 3 were left. Wang Xiaoming sat in the special car, opened the window and waved to them goodbye. As the vehicle accelerated, the convoy quickly left the experimental base.

In the original work, Mr. Qin’s prophecies are rarely reflected. I consider this as a second design. The main reason is that the prophecy ability is too buggy. I don’t know how to write it without limiting the story.