Chapter 9 Butterfly Storm

Style: Girl Author: Sang JiajingWords: 2067Update Time: 24/02/21 02:25:41
Obviously, this is not a guess that can be accepted calmly.

He glared at her and said angrily: "It's impossible for him to open it. With Ye's poor craftsmanship, how can they open Master Chen's machine box?"

It sounds like this Master Chen should be pretty cool.

His analysis was correct. The person who opened the box was indeed not a Ye State craftsman, but a cheap time traveler.

"I mean just in case."

Seeing that she insisted on an answer, Lepidou followed her words and imagined it, and then felt numb.

"If he really opens it, first of all, if you and I fail the mission, we will be monitored for assassination. Even for the Mo family, Nan Chen and Xize, it will be an incalculable turmoil."

The consequences he described were so serious that it was difficult for Zheng Quchi to understand them for a while.

She was like a butterfly that accidentally broke into this time and space, and then caused a huge storm.

At the same time, she also plunged herself into a huge crisis.

What should she do?

Escape was impossible, because someone was always watching her secretly. If she dared to escape, she might end up dying quietly like Brother Qing.

But if you stay like this, you will become a pawn in the game played by all parties.

One of her unintentional actions caused earth-shaking changes in the situation between the two parties, and she could not bear the consequences now.

Zheng Quchi suddenly fell into a state of confusion and anxiety.

"What's wrong with you?" Diarrhea noticed that she looked wrong.

Zheng Quchi waited for a while before speaking out: "You will cooperate with me unconditionally, right?"

The maniac was stunned for a moment: "We are tied together, and I will naturally help you."

"Then tell me how to find the person behind the surveillance. I want to have a good talk with him. Otherwise, if he misunderstands my betrayal, won't we miss our mission?"

The mangy man was surprised: "How do you know I can contact him..."

She didn't know, she was just cheating.

"ASAP."

After saying that, she turned around and left.

She has no choice. Now, she has already deviated from her original trajectory. No matter which side she chooses, she is betraying her. On the contrary, she can still buy some time to survive in the cracks.

She looked to the sky.

It's all this fucking time travel! She was afraid of perverts, but she had to actively move closer to them.

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Tired both physically and mentally, Zheng Quchi returned to the camp and went to sleep in the barracks. There was a charcoal fire burning in the room, and the county also distributed a bedding to each person. The sleeping conditions were far better than those of the Sang family, but she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

In fact, many people can't sleep tonight.

At this time, someone poked her waist with a finger.

Zheng Quchi wanted to ignore it, but the other person acted like a scoundrel and scratched her gently again, like a primary school student who insisted on keeping a secret.

She held back her anger and turned her head: "Is something wrong?"

A head emerged from the quilt. It was a young man who had been sleeping next to her for a few days.

He asked her curiously: "How did you do it?"

"What?"

"How did you spell out those weird wooden tools that General Yuwen brought?"

In order to be quiet, she told him perfunctorily: "Can a six-foot pillar be inserted into a five-foot hole?"

"no."

"The same principle applies. Every piece of wood has its own uniqueness. They may seem like a mess, but they are as unique as the human body and limbs."

Her words were not profound, and the young man understood.

"But there are stumps everywhere. Maybe I can pick it up and know it's not mine, but how can I know who it belongs to?"

"This can't be taught."

"Why?"

"Because this is my unique memory method."

After saying that, she paid no attention to the person behind her, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt and turned over to sleep. The boy stared at her back quietly for a while, and then turned around.

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The next day, when the construction site was noisy again, the maniac came in and lost his temper: "You are still sleeping, where are my wood? The other people on the hilltop have almost finished moving, but you are still lazy."

How many people are there and how many are she?

"I'll move everything in for you before noon."

He smiled.

"Everyone, listen up. She said she can move all the wood on the mountainside back to our camp before noon. Do you believe it?"

In front of others, he must cut off the relationship with her. It is best if they are incompatible with each other. This is the plan they made from the beginning to prevent someone from being exposed and then moving to another person.

He thought he could respond to the crowd as before, but no one said a word this time. What happened yesterday was still vivid in their minds. Although they didn't believe it, they didn't join in the ridicule and ridicule.

"Let me help you."

said the young man sleeping next to Zheng Quchi.

Zheng Quchi stretched his waist.

"No need, I can handle it by myself."

The young man was rejected and said nothing.

Zheng Quchi came to the river beach. The wood she fished out of the river was almost dry. She removed the rattan net in the river.

If she had to carry them one by one with brute force, it would take more than a hundred trips back and forth. She didn't have that much time, and she didn't have enough strength.

She could only rely on the power of science. She ran down the hillside and pushed the previous double-coupled cart up. Two of them were needed, and they used traction and the existing slope to transport the wood.

This method requires accurate calculation of force and friction. When the slope remains unchanged and when the thrust and force are equal, she can control the movement or stop at any time.

This kind of extreme operation requires strength, ideas, and calculations. It is estimated that others will not be able to copy it.

After going back and forth like this for ten times, she successfully delivered more than a hundred pieces of wood to the camp gate at noon.

When everyone saw the mountains of wood, it was hard to believe it for a moment.

"How did she do it?"

The gate of the camp was crowded with people, who were all amazed.

Wei Yao, who had been monitoring the camp, had a panoramic view of the entire process. He felt that this black boy was a genius.

Using the river to transport wood, using two vehicles to pull forward and backward on the slope of the ramp, and traveling at a constant speed, what else could she not think of?

He was excited and excited at the moment, and immediately shared the news with Yu Wensheng who was on the river channel a few miles away.

After taking off the letter, he raised his arm and let the black hawk fly away.

"Zebang."

"General."

After he read the letter, he carefully rubbed a corner of the paper with his fingertips, and the wind blew a trace of blue hair over his bright red lips and teeth: "Tell me, whose family lost such a treasure, and now it falls in my hands?"