mayfly era

T scanned the internal components of the phone with a self-made metal reactor, and the metal reactor rang.

It is proved that this is a conventional metal material.

T suddenly slapped his forehead, his self-made reactor was not very accurate, or in other words, too sensitive.

He also took off the other half of the shell, and carefully used clean fabric to hold up this group of "parts" that had never been seen before and scanned again.

The metal reactor rang again.

T frowned, he thought that even if the transparent hose and the droplet between solid and liquid were metal, they should not be conventional metal materials.

T found a small pointed clip, but he does not have a dust-free environment. If he dismantles it rashly, it may be completely scrapped. It is not a loss to use the wealth to compensate the old lady for a mobile phone.

He made up his mind and carefully took off the thin tubes according to their original shape.

These hoses leave the back plate, but they are still sliding rapidly, like a perpetual motion machine.

T took a deep breath, and an unprecedented thought made his scalp tingle.

The high tension of the fine disassembly made T couldn't help but cursed secretly in his heart.

He picked up the metal reactor and couldn't help but hold his breath——

One second, two seconds, three seconds... After ten seconds, the metal reactor was silent.

T raised his head and exhaled heavily.

He wanted to take a picture of the enigmatic mobile phone parts, but then he remembered that his Feng Shui teacher once said the dangers of electronic storage.

He closed his eyes tightly, getting rid of all distracting thoughts in his brain, and his memory expertise began to play.

He then reassembled the phone, putting the overlapping part back into its original cushioning material.

He leaned on the table, and drew the situation of the hose and the dripping beads on the thin paper stroke by stroke.After doing all this, he picked up the old woman's mobile phone again and tried to turn it on.

The screen lighted up slowly, and an icon appeared on the screen.

T shook violently all over - he guessed right, those dripping beads were the kinetic energy part.

Human beings have been stagnant in the age of electromagnetic force for hundreds of years. Electromagnetism is the most important energy source today. Even if there are other energy sources, they are only used in military and armed fields, and have nothing to do with ordinary people.

But if this kind of energy source in the old woman's mobile phone can be popularized, human beings will transition from the electromagnetic age to a new energy era... just like the transition from the previous electric age to the current electromagnetic age.

That would be an earth-shaking change, and I may be the one who dominates the change.

The person who dominates the change!

T felt that his blood seemed to burn into air beads in an instant. Holding the old woman's mobile phone, he trembled all over and almost cried out.

But soon he calmed down.Reason kills mad fantasies in an instant.

He stood up, his nerves and muscles were still paralyzed, he walked stiffly like an old-fashioned service robot...

T went to the first floor and returned the phone to the old woman. The old woman's gratitude seemed unable to reach his hearing, and he walked back to his room numbly, lying on the crumbling bed.

"You are just a person who snooped on the secret, what can you be proud of?"

"There are disasters everywhere, and you still have to bump into it, are you dying?"

"Birth parents are too lazy to give you a serious name, what right do you have to fantasize about being the master of the times."

"This is a sword that has just been poured. It is bright and beautiful, but it is more than 2000 degrees."

"It will burn you!"

T suddenly opened his eyes, and the advice, ridicule, and sarcasm in his ears were all dumb in an instant.He sat up slowly, reached out to touch the imitation leather wallet, which was stuffed with banknotes, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth, showing an innocent smile.

He lay on his back on the bed, pulled out all the money, and threw it into the air.

Pieces of dark blue paper fluttered in all directions, and then floated down, like a heavy blue snow that buried T's little bed.

T took off the piece covering his face, and found that it was really a piece of dark blue paper with a line of small characters written on it, which were two strings of communication symbols.

T couldn't help laughing.

What day is today, why so many unexpected things collided together?

While sorting out his thoughts, he walked to his small calculator and sat down. He took a deep breath, and then began to search for the channel represented by this communication symbol—this is a private password channel.

Soon, the channel is connected.

A regular channel interface with a message on it.

"If you see this message, please send me the account for my father's funeral. I need a luxurious electronic tombstone with the epitaph of 'Life is sincere, don't bury dirty soil'. Please send me the account through this channel."

T thought this should be a message from the old man's daughter, and he replied in the channel: "I don't have an account."

When the channel converts speech to text, it will add some childish tone marks, which cannot be removed manually.

If private channels are not set up, texts are usually sent, which is said to ensure the security of voiceprint information.

Then he said, "Why don't you do it yourself, it's your father."

After a few seconds, the channel lights up, "You don't have an account? Don't you usually shop online?"

T originally thought that the old man's daughter was in a high position and should have a dignified and rigorous personality, but he didn't expect the wording of the reply to be so casual, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

"Sorry, I don't have money to shop online, and I don't need an account," T said.

There was silence for a minute, as if digesting this fact.

"Then please come and meet me, I'm in 'No.17 Glass Tower' now."

This is really a brutal woman. T secretly slandered.

"That's fine, but people like me can't get into that kind of high-end place, and you have to come out to pick me up when the time comes." T said angrily.

"It's okay, you tell them, you come to 'Wen Liuzhi', someone will let you in." There is also a "dissatisfied" tone mark at the end of the sentence, and I don't know if I forgot to delete it or did it on purpose.

Wen Liuzhi, T said the name silently in his heart, feeling somewhat familiar.He knew that the new Marshal of the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs also had the surname "Wen".

Regardless of how this "Wen Liuzhi" is related to that Marshal Wen, he thinks it's worth a visit.

At this time, T remembered the old man's words.

The old man once mentioned "the son's celebration banquet", could it be that he was referring to the "celebration banquet" of the new coach?Could it be that this blind old man is the father of the new head of the Military and Political Department?

T sat back in front of the calculator again, he suddenly felt that it would be better to ask clearly, since the person across from him could report his family name so honestly, it would be risky for him to leave with a ulterior motive.

"Are you brother and sister with Marshal Wen of the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs?" T asked bluntly.

There was silence for a while before replying: "We can talk face to face."

T said to himself that it is useless to think too much, he is a poor boy with no possessions, and he is not afraid of what others will think of him.