[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

October 10, pm7:3

ncis (naval criminal) headquarters of the naval criminal investigation service

Hearing of the Special Investigative Committee on the Fürth Incident

no.1

Investigator: Creek Williams, captain of the USS Fuerte belonging to the Sixth Fleet

(Omitted)

"Captain Williams, could you finally repeat that part of your report about the intruder?"

"I totally understand how you felt - looking back I find it equally incredible."

Captain Williams took off his service cap and put it on his lap, then smoothed his gray hair with his fingers:

"May I ask, do you... believe in angels?"

The six hearing members present who came from various departments frowned unanimously.

"I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it. What I saw was an angel..."

Seeing everyone's expressions, Captain Williams continued without waiting for their answer, and at the same time folded his hands very piously in front of his chest.

"At that time, she just walked directly to the bridge, as if the guards at the gate, the first officer, the fire control officer, the radar officer, etc., the whole bridge could not see her, and only I noticed her...she Just walked right in front of me, at that time she pointed to the beach and told me: "Luck, Lim is still waiting for you to go home, in order to fulfill the agreement with her, drive the boat in that direction, don't stop, Fate will take you where you are supposed to be.'”

"Sorry to interrupt, Captain Williams, you..."

It was James from the FBI who interrupted the statement with a strange expression:

"When was your last mental exam?"

"Cough...the Atlantic Fleet (Sixth Fleet) has mandatory inspections every year—it will be reduced to once a month during wartime. Captain Williams' last inspection was a week before D-Day, and there is no problem. Please report to you in detail. You can read the background information we prepared for you, thank you."

However, Captain Williams hadn't answered yet, and Robert, the representative of the Atlantic Fleet, answered his question first:

"Okay, Captain. You can continue—if you can, can you introduce who you just said about Luke and Lim?"

"That's my Christian name in the church, and Lim is my mother's Christian name...it's a small church in a remote location, and only my mother and I often go there..."

Williams took the cross from his arms and kissed it:

"But that was almost 40 years ago! After my mother died, I went to Coster to attend the Naval Academy and never went back! I never told anyone else my mother's or my Christian name, and even I Never mentioned to anyone that I am a believer! Great Lord...forgive me..."

"so……"

"Yes, I understood at that moment...the Lord has not given up on me...I did not hesitate to steer this warship towards the beach."

Captain Williams said that the place calmed down instantly, showing an unusually kind smile:

"So I survived, but Lafite and Poole who chose to retreat to Britain died..."

"Can I ask where you last saw that... that 'angel'?"

"On the beach, she led the soldiers to charge against the enemies of the Lord."

This answer once again made all the members of the hearing frown.

"...Thank you, Captain, you can leave now."

no.2

Investigator: Tepolu Zai, first officer of the destroyer USS Fuerte belonging to the Sixth Fleet.

(Omitted)

"Yes... I saw her, the... Goddess."

The black first officer bowed his head and hesitated for a long time before raising his head to face the hearing personnel again:

"I know that what I say below may affect my promotion in the future, but I think there are some things that are more important than those..."

"The content of this hearing is top-secret, and no matter what the outcome is, it will never enter your file, so you can tell what you see."

"Do you know Tarak Milawa?"

First Officer Tepolu asked.

The six witnesses exchanged glances with each other, and expressed their ignorance with various small gestures:

"what is that?"

"Central African Primus - an ethnic minority in Congo with a population of less than 300 people believes in the God of Death: a goddess with black hair, black eyes and white skin. The warriors of the tribe believe that she will appear in the most intense battlefield and take away The soul of the cowardly, guides the destiny of the fearless."

The group of people who had just heard the testimony of Captain Williams looked strange.

At this time, Colonel Bruto of NCIS felt that he had to say something to justify the name of the navy, otherwise a group of people would probably regard the navy as a concentration camp for magic sticks.

"Then how did you confirm that she is the goddess of Tara... Tara or something?"

"No, I didn't even think of the goddess at first—the legend of the goddess was mentioned when I was very young, when my grandma told me stories, but I have forgotten all about it over the years. A transport plane hit the port side and caused a fire, and then several aliens invaded the hull from underwater and killed them all the way to the engine room, and then the sonar crew reported that a large group of suspicious objects was approaching rapidly 7km away..."

Robert circulated the damage report of the battleship to his colleagues.

"It's strange, in such a chaotic situation, I suddenly remembered that legend for no reason... Then I looked towards the door for some reason... I saw her..."

The first mate made a strange gesture, pressing the bent ring finger with the palm of the right thumb, and stretching the rest of the fingers straight.

"Goddess' seal - I don't even remember if grandma taught me this gesture, but she made this gesture to me the first time she saw me, so I knew it instantly..."

"Understand what?"

"God has recognized our bravery and struggle."

Tepolu replied very firmly:

"Our destiny has been arranged by God, we just need to move forward according to God's will."

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no.7

Investigator. Bridge security guard Alexander Jason Blue of the destroyer USS Fuerte belonging to the Sixth Fleet

(Omitted)

"……I am not sure……"

Bruce lowered his head, hesitantly answered the hearing member's question.

"What do you mean?"

"The situation was very chaotic at the time. An unknown number of aliens were in the ship. You couldn't experience that feeling without being there..."

Suddenly, Bruce became excited:

"In the beginning, the internal communication was all calls for help, gunshots and screams-then, all the voices suddenly stopped, leaving only the 'rustling' noise..."

"what happened?"

James whispered to Parker, the representative of the logistics department at the next table, it could be seen that James seemed a little uneasy.

"The report says the comm relay is damaged."

Parker replied in a low voice.

"For the detailed investigation report, you can refer to the third item on page No.11 of the document."

"...Then Trick told everyone a very bad news, saying that there may be another wave of aliens coming towards us not far away..."

Bruce twisted the military cap he took off at some point with both hands:

"You may not believe it, but as a soldier, I was ready to die the moment I entered the battlefield, but...it's hard to describe that feeling to you...the feeling of watching the scythe of death slowly approaching you cut, but you can't move at all... that kind of pain..."

"Battlefield Syndrome..."

Robert explained in a low voice to several members.

"He was diagnosed with severe battlefield syndrome after the war and is now undergoing a three-month treatment."

"... At that time, all my senses seemed to be able to receive only bad news from the bridge... until a woman's voice sounded very peacefully..."

Blue lowered his head again, scratching his hair in distress.

"I woke up from a nightmare, and the world was back to what it should have been... At the moment of recovery, I seemed to see an Asian woman walking in front of me... But I really don't Sure……"

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no.19

Investigator and Chief Designer of Battlefield Command System Smla Roderick, MIT Systems Engineering, Electronic Engineering double Ph.D., Master of Software Engineering.

(Omitted)

"I swear on the honor of a senior engineer, it is impossible to crack the battlefield command system with the method you said!"

Smla nearly jumped out of his seat at the hearing's questions:

"—at least not possible from my system alone!"

"But someone did."

"Since the Pentagon's command system was hacked last time, the entire command system has undergone five major changes from the source code. In the security assessment, at least one of the world's top 5 supercomputers and a super hacker team are required to break through this system. , it will take 3 to 5 years to make it possible.”

After finishing speaking, Simla suddenly said as if remembering something:

"By the way, there seems to be another way~"

"any solution?"

"To achieve this, we need the full cooperation of our logistics department, our software engineers, and 26 teams from seven other departments, so that the Navy can precisely generate no more, no less, seven volts of voltage between the two systems when they are compatible. Poor - if it is too high, it will burn the motherboard when the voltage is abnormal, and if it is too low, there is a backup circuit breaker that will not trip; it needs the cooperation of aliens to trigger the No. 10 proximity defense system on the port side of the Ford at the agreed time point. Let it start a priority process, and then in those few seconds, the hacker can enter the system without triggering the alarm. Then he needs to crack the five firewalls within 9 seconds to control all the electrical appliances in the second canteen of the aircraft carrier to start at the same time causing A voltage peak accurately triggers three circuit breakers b17, b31 and b[-] to trip at the same time."

Smla smiled with a successful mischief:

"Finally, he needs to decipher the 18-digit alphanumeric random code specially designed for front-line commanders during the tens of seconds when the combat system determines that the aircraft carrier is incapable of combat and starts the commander replacement procedure, and the Ford responds to restart..."

Everyone here understands what Smra means. It requires full preparation at the level of a superpower. Most of the FBI and NCIS are foreign spies. The frontline commanders join the enemy, and a series of coincidences can only be achieved. , an act comparable to a miracle.

"The most ridiculous thing is that you told me that all of this has not affected the other combat systems of the aircraft carrier at all..."

Simra waved his arms to intensify his tone:

"Is that hacker you're talking about a god?"

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