Bai Zhu wiped away the wine stains on his lips. Since he saw it, he didn't lift his mask anymore and let it pile up on his chin:
"It is you."
The spectators I met at the racing track that day.
"Yeah." He nodded and smiled at the inquiring waiter, "A glass of absinthe, thank you."
He looked at Baizhu who was waving his straw out of boredom, and thought for a moment: "You seem to be worried. Is it because of the current situation in Ercheng?"
"When a disaster is approaching, no one should be depressed." Baizhu took out the straw and sloshed the wine on the side of the cup, "Why are you still in the casino?"
"I have some business to negotiate, so I'll stay here."
Bai Shu: "You want to stay in such a mess? Are you not afraid of really staying here?"
"You know, it's the same as racing, you have to give it a try." He accepted the absinthe from the receptionist, "The more dangerous the situation, the greater the chance of making money. What about you, do you share the same reason as me?"
Bai Zhu responded: "Absolutely."
"Then there's no need to be depressed."
He laughed, poured out half of the dark green absinthe, diluted it, and pushed it in front of Baizhu:
"After all, there is no use being depressed. Panic is inevitable in disasters, but the more critical a moment like this, the more important it is to be calm. Besides, Colonel Bai of the Second City has already deployed control. The chaos last night was only temporary. It will not be under control very quickly today. ? Optimistic friends, try this, what does the fruit wine taste like?"
It's already too much to let a minor drink, but also treat her to a high-concentration drink.
"No, it's hard to leave with the smell of alcohol," Bai Zhu pushed the wine glass back, "and my wine taste is not good either."
If you drink too much, you will easily lose your temper and become disowned by your relatives.
"That's really a pity." He didn't force it, nor did he take back the glass, "Is that [Alice] in your hand?"
"You know?" Baizhu put the potion in his hand on the table.
"Well, pollution fusion potion." Wearing black leather gloves, he picked it up and looked at it for two seconds before putting it back. His interest was not very strong. "What do you think?"
"No idea."
Hearing Bai Shu's tone, which was obviously doing Tai Chi, he just smiled: "I think this is a [miracle]."
Bai Shu glanced sideways: "A miracle?"
"Well, do you know the meaning of the word [Alice]?"
"I know, noble class people."
"Besides this, there is another way of saying it."
He smiled and said: "The name Alice is related to Alicia. It means [Truth] and [Reality]. Do you think it's strange? I heard that the pollution fusion potion can give people the power of aliens and get closer to pollution. The essence of the world seems to have been glimpsed into the origin of the world, and the truth of the universe has become real."
“Reality is not obtained with a bottle of drugs.”
Bai Zhu ignored the other party's surprise when he heard the word [drug]: "As much enjoyment as you drink it, the side effects will be as painful... You know this kind of medicine so well, are you also a buyer?"
"So, but I haven't bought it yet."
He smiled and nodded:
"I'm waiting for its large-scale production. As for the side effects I mentioned... both buyers and sellers are heartless guys. They only see absolute benefits and value. They won't care about this thing. People who drink it Most of them are voluntary.
"The power and possibilities it contains are enough to make people obsessed and ignore some innocuous consequences. Furthermore, life is meant to pursue pleasure, excitement and bliss. It will not be pleasant to always worry about too much."
"What should I do? I actually think what you said makes sense."
Baizhu shook the fruit wine, drank it in one gulp, and picked up the fusion potion on the table: "But that's only for myself. It's not directed at others, and it has nothing to do with others. Everyone's way of life is different. I won't accompany you."
The guest smiled slightly and watched Baizhu leave.
…
"You're already in a dilapidated house. You don't go to the underground warehouse or the shelter, and you're still drinking."
"Go to the underground warehouse? I'm not dead yet. Don't live down there permanently." The old man muttered and opened the door for Baizhu. "Besides, the air quality is not good. I will get lung disease if I stay here for a few days."
"Then go to the shelter."
The old man hummed: "Then a disaster really comes and everyone dies inside?"
Bai Shu: "..."
Eighty percent of the existing shelters were built after the Red Moon. The space is small and the design is defective. Once people gather together, it is easy to die from lack of oxygen. They cannot achieve self-sufficiency. Food and water sources are problems, and protective equipment is also insufficient. complete.
Besides, along the east coast, the soil is inherently soft and unsuitable for digging, and can easily cause collapse. Therefore, shelters are generally shallow and often damp, which is indeed unfriendly to the elderly and those with low immunity.
"No, as long as the army is still there, the supply chain will not be broken so easily."
The old man was surprised: "This is so official. I almost thought you, little boss, were talking to me in an official tone. Just like that colonel named Bai, you lied three times in one sentence to deceive the people."
"..."
"Little boss, you are so smart, do you think our army can withstand a large-scale alien attack for a few days?"
Bai Shu walked into the warehouse and said while waiting for the simulator to be turned on: "...seven days at most."
"At least?"
"It depends on the degree of pollution. If it's the same level as [spring cold], it will last three days."
"The entire second city, plus the isolation zone with the first city, has a total distance of 2010.7 kilometers. It will only take a few days for everything to fall."
The old man smiled and said, "At this level, where can we hide? What's the use of hiding? If this doesn't satisfy the aliens' desire for war, will they swallow up the entire city?"
Originally it wouldn't.
At least in the last life, the alien tide would stop building nests within a city.
But now, Baizhu is not sure.
"By the way, I took a look at Little Boss's design yesterday... Actually, I didn't want to see it either, but Little Boss, you seem to be very busy and always in a hurry. I knew a few things when I was young, and I'm not dementia yet, just Helped me complete the logic circuit."
"Logic circuit?"
The simulator was turned on, Baizhu called up the half-filled program, and dialed out the part of the rose petal-shaped quasi-imaging scanning technology.
"The advantage of rose petal-shaped quasi-imaging scanning is that the instantaneous field of view of the detector element scanned within the total field of view is very small, the size of the detector can be appropriately reduced, the component noise and background noise can be greatly reduced, and the signal-to-noise ratio of the target Improvement. And to gain practical capabilities, logic circuits were used."
The old man put his hands behind his back and approached as he said:
“The logic is based on the recognition that the background is generally larger than the target, so that larger and smaller radiation sources can be distinguished based on the pulse width, so that only narrow pulses are accepted and broad pulses are rejected.
"Then by using a microprocessor, the received pulses can be stored according to the clock pulse frequency in the form of pulse amplitude, pulse width and its position in the target space, and then use the [Pattern Recognition Algorithm] to determine which of them Pulses should be used for target tracking.
"This way, the seeker can ignore unselected infrared sources and only track the selected target. Am I remembering this correctly, old man?"
"That's right."
Bai Shu installed this part of the data onto the virtual model and adjusted the shell and other details of the [Stinger]: "Then you can try it now..."
Buzz——
The alarm penetrated the ground and reached his ears. Bai Zhu curled his fingers and listened to the alarm attentively.
The last level one alert has not been lifted yet.
This time the alarm is...
Special grade.
"It's over," the old man shook his cattail leaf fan, "It's coming so fast, a disaster is coming."
