"Hey, you guys are waiting for me to drink some water. Prisoners who are being interrogated in the station have to be given some water to drink, right?" Faced with the questioning from a circle of people around him, Lao Zhao calmly picked up the water glass from the coffee table and drank it.

He took a big sip, then breathed a long sigh of relief and patted his thigh hard, "But I'm so damn tired. I finally got it done. It's worth all my hard work. You know how many miles I traveled and how many people I found."

, how many rejections have you received, how many kowtows have you made, and how many relationships have you used?"

"We don't care about this. I just want to know what you did." Wang Ning said.

"Say, be lenient if you confess, but be stern if you resist!" Bai Zhenyi spoke sternly.

"What kind of attitude..." Zhao Bowen rolled his eyes, "You all have to thank me, you know? If I hadn't pushed hard, I don't know when this matter would have happened, and the people in the Eighth Hospital would hate me to death, because

I and the others have been working overtime for a week... Come on, applaud! Everyone applaud me! I won't say anything if the applause is not enthusiastic."

Wang Ning, Bai Zhen and Bai Yang had no choice but to applaud.

"Be more enthusiastic! Be more enthusiastic!"

The others' hands turned red. Zhao Bowen was still not satisfied, so Lao Bai became angry, "You dick, are you done yet?"

"Hey, pay attention to your quality. How can you say bad words in front of children?" Zhao Bowen fell back, slumped on the sofa, and said leisurely, "I only did one thing, which was to set off fireworks for that little girl."

"Go on."

"Yang Yang, do you still remember the three laws of slow passage of time we discussed before?" Zhao Bowen's eyes fell on Bai Yang, who was stunned and nodded.

"Remember."

"To sum up, the three laws of slow time are to weaken the purpose, right? If you greatly weaken the purpose, you can fool the big filter." Zhao Bowen explained, "But this statement is too vague.

, it has only reference value and no practical use, so after I went back that day, I started thinking about this issue. I hoped to find a mathematical method to describe this mechanism. Later, I visited some old fris and discussed this issue with them. Finally

We came up with a model and a formula. The model is very complex and was built with the help of supercomputer from Shanghai Jiao Tong University. There are three most important parameters in the model, one is correlation, one is time distance, and one is space distance. If we

Draw it as a simple coordinate system..."

Zhao Bowen straightened up, picked up the pen on the coffee table, and drew a rectangular coordinate system on a piece of draft paper. The horizontal axis is L, which represents spatial distance, the vertical axis is T, which represents time distance, and the distance from the origin represents correlation.

"We simulated and constructed many scenarios and used convolutional neural networks to learn. The method is very simple and crude, but very effective. AI's judgment speed is much faster than that of the human brain."

Zhao Bowen began to make dots on the coordinate system, and then straightened the draft paper for people around him to see. He evenly made dense dots in the first quadrant of the coordinate system.

"Every point is a scene, an event, an experiment. They are discrete and have no relationship with each other."

"We input them all into the model for calculation and conduct the first screening. The criterion for this screening is whether Time Slow Express can pass the large filter. The results of the first screening are like this."

Zhao Bowen drew a diagonal line in the coordinate system, from the high point of the vertical axis to the far point of the horizontal axis.

"All the parts below this line fail. They are too closely related to the origin and have too strong purpose, and will be captured by the filter. Only the parts above this line are far enough away from the origin to escape the filter."

"The farther an event is from the origin, the lower the correlation with the origin, the lower the correlation, and the lower the purpose." Zhao Bowen explained, "This is in line with our human intuition, right? The farther away from you, the lower the purpose."

The less likely it is to be related to you. A supernova explosion at the edge of the Milky Way will have nothing to do with all of you here at this moment."

"So the optimal solution to this problem is the point diagonally opposite the origin?" Bai Yang asked, "That point is the farthest in both space and time, so its purpose is the weakest."

"Wrong, we have to conduct a second screening next."

Zhao Bowen waved his hand and drew a line on the coordinate system again, which was very close to the first line and parallel to each other.

"The goal of this screening is whether time can be recovered slowly. Pay attention to the second line. Although the parts above this line can escape the big filter, they will be lost because the correlation is too weak.

In the vast world, you can never find it back." Zhao Bowen explained, while using a pen to shade the part between the two lines, "The final result is a very, very narrow interval between the two straight lines. If it falls below the lower limit, it will

It is found by the filter that if it is higher than the upper limit, it will be lost and scattered. In mathematics, there are two thresholds, one is 1.256748931 and the other is 1.256748932. They are only different in the ninth place after the decimal point. Only between them can there be success.

Maximum probability."

Bai Yang nodded as if he understood.

"I don't quite understand." Bai Zhen said.

"It doesn't matter, I don't understand it very well." Zhao Bowen said, "This is the result given by AI. It is normal for the human brain to not understand the computer's brain circuit. We can only input and adjust parameters. As for the output, it all deps on their mood.

."

"In this very narrow range, we got three events." Lao Zhao poked the shadow band on the paper with the tip of his pen. "Only one event is relatively similar to our situation. In this experiment, AI

Such a scene is set up, with a time interval of twenty years and a space distance of 70 million kilometers."

"Is this the prototype of your plan?" Wang Ning asked.

"Yes, I immediately looked for a way to fly 70 million kilometers away, so the first stop was to the Eighth Hospital." Zhao Bowen nodded, "During this period, the information Yang Yang conveyed to me was very interesting.

The huge effect has given us a vague understanding and estimate of the impact of the black moon. There have been discussions within the Eighth Academy for a long time. No one can confirm what kind of impact the black moon can have on spacecraft in Earth orbit.

We can only prepare for the worst, thinking that the arrival of the black moon will destroy all spacecraft in low-Earth orbit, synchronous orbit and even lunar orbit... So we made a crazy plan."

Zhao Bowen slapped the pen on the coffee table with a bang.

"Let it fly 400 million kilometers away." Old Zhao was so proud at this moment, "Go to Mars!"

Lao Bai, Lao Wang and Bai Yang were all shocked.

"Awesome... awesome." Wang Ning said.

"But time is urgent. We don't have enough time to prepare another Long March 5, so we can only use local materials. We have focused on a rocket that will be launched commercially recently, a Long March 6, to build a telemetry satellite for a domestic company.

, the name of the satellite is Ningxia-1." Zhao Bowen said, "We cut it off."

"Cut...cut off the beard?"

"We urgently requisitioned this rocket and replaced it with our own payload. The Fifth Academy was very angry." Zhao Bowen said, "The payload design is very simple, even crude. It does not undertake any scientific research and observation work. Its only mission is

A gorgeous death, it will take twenty years to visit Mars, and then re-enter the Earth's atmosphere at exactly 0:00 on November 15, 2040, crashing violently over Nanjing."

"The thrust of Long March 6 is too weak, so we installed the most powerful electric thruster on it so far. It can slowly change its orbit to Mars on its own. Anyway, we are not in a hurry. It has ten years to fly to Mars.

It will fly back in another ten years, and it will be equipped with a very accurate clock. It will start timing from the time it is launched until it enters the atmosphere at zero o'clock on November 15, twenty years later." Zhao Bowen continued, "Let that girl go.

An unprecedented fireworks display.”

"How did you make the colorful shooting stars?" Bai Yang asked.

"Simple, just like fireworks, the flame color reacts." Zhao Bowen chuckled, "We really spent a lot of thought on this thing, how to make it look the best when it blooms. After studying for a long time, we decided to use hollow materials of different materials.

The metal ball, the satellite disintegrates when it enters the atmosphere, releasing the metal ball and friction with the atmosphere at high speed, and burning to produce a flame reaction. This is a meteor. The metal ball is sealed and filled with inert combustion powder. It decomposes at high temperature and causes the air pressure inside the ball to rise rapidly.

When the shell of the sphere is burned through, it will explode and turn into fireworks."

"So, you have spent so much time and so much manpower and material resources just for a fireworks?" Wang Ning asked.

"Yes, am I awesome?" Zhao Bowen asked.

"Awesome!" the three of them said in unison.

"Fortunately, the modular design of satellites is now very mature, and our idea was quickly formed. The satellite was launched at the Taiyuan Satellite Launch Center yesterday afternoon. The external publicity is still called Ningxia 1. After all, this matter is confidential." Zhao

Bowen said, "In order to prevent human interference, it will close all external communication channels after entering orbit. As we speak, it should be on its way to Mars."

After speaking, he sighed.

"In the next twenty years and hundreds of millions of kilometers away, it can only rely on itself."

This is really a big project.

In Zhao Bowen's words, he really moved the earth.

Bai Yang could not imagine that Zhao Bowen could complete such a complex task in just half a month. What a mad dog-like speed.

Zhao Bowen said very modestly that people are forced to come out. If you don't force them, you won't know they can be so fast. He just did a little bit of work and played a small role, such as transforming into a human being.

A vicious dog is chasing them. For example, the big leader in the courtyard is his distant cousin.

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The next day.

Bai Yang finally started to test the image transmission system. He carefully selected more than a dozen photos, covering major scenic spots in Nanjing, and specially took He Leqin and Yan Zhihan to take a group photo. Brother He and Shao Yan looked disgusted.

Bai Yang returned home happily with his mobile phone, only to find that there were more people at home today than yesterday. If this was what Uncle Zhao said about thousands of troops, then he had indeed achieved it.

Zhao Bowen stood in the living room, with people coming and going around him. Some were wearing black coats, some were wearing camouflage uniforms, and some were wearing white protective clothing, goggles and masks. Bai Yang was stunned. At first glance, he was still

I thought there was a murder in my home.

He saw these people packing up all the materials and equipment, including his old I725 amateur radio, as if moving, but the people from the moving company were definitely not as neat as they were. The people in white protective suits were moving in an orderly manner.

Unplug all the cables on the radio and tie them up, carefully put the radio into the foam box, and then close the box and lock it.

Dad and Uncle Wang stood aside with their hands folded, looking at these people busy with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Zhao...Uncle Zhao?"

Bai Yang stood at the door and called out.

"Huh? Yang Yang?" Zhao Bowen turned around, "Are you back?"

"What...what are you doing?" Bai Yang asked.

"Take everything away." A middle-aged man in black next to Zhao Bowen replied, "Your work is over, and more professional people will take over."
To be continued...