"Okay! It's time to send them back."
After Schliemann finished speaking, he walked towards the cannon and lit the fuse he had just installed.
The sound of the empty cannon dispersed in the thick fog, and Apton turned around in shock.
"The one who fired the cannon that day...were we ourselves?"
Schliemann gave a thumbs up.
"The royal family's ability to accept new things is so fast..."
Ampton didn't understand what was going on. Much of the information was fragmented, and he had yet to piece together a complete fact.
"No...if they are us, then there are two Crescents and us in this world at the same time?"
"Haha, this shot is the one that sends them back.
Have you forgotten what happened after we heard the cannon fire on the ship? "
"Past? What do you mean?"
Schliemann didn't say a word, and took Apton back to the bridge. He issued a series of orders to adjust the Crescent's course and scale to what they were five days ago.
The thick fog disappeared in an instant, just like five days ago.
"Okay, they have passed through the wall of light. Now all the records have been changed back to the state five days ago. Hilpeter, just continue flying along the chart from five days ago."
Hilpeter couldn't figure out what they had been doing these five days. After hearing the captain's words, he looked at the navigation chart and was surprised to find that the direction of the compass was consistent with the course of the spacecraft.
Sharp patted Hilpeter's shoulder slowly and said, "Okay, I'll leave this to you. Arrange more lookouts."
"Okay Captain."
Hilpeter's world is very simple. If you don't understand something, don't think about it. Just do what the captain says.
So he doesn't have the same worries as Ampton.
In the captain's room, Ampton held on to Schliemann and wanted to know everything he said.
"That wall of light sent us back five days ago. During these five days, there were indeed two Crescents in this world."
Ampton's face twitched, which completely subverted his understanding of the concept of time.
"So you already knew our heading and we didn't get lost?"
"Yeah, no Trek, I told you that."
"Then what are we doing here and back here?"
"What to do... Think about it, before we encountered the wall of light, we heard the sound of cannons and then turned away sharply. This escape action caused us to hit the wall of light in the thick fog, and we were sent back.
If I hadn't come back and fired this shot, we wouldn't have made a sharp turn away, hit the wall of light and been sent five days ago, and there wouldn't be you and me sitting here talking about this issue now. "
As Schliemann spoke, he fiddled with the pendant. He glanced at Apton, whose face was full of confusion.
"Don't understand yet?"
"I understand what you said, but how did you do this...
Isn’t it said that time is like a river, it can only rush forward? "
"I guess this has something to do with Vida. She likes you so much that she wishes you could get lost and go back to find her."
Schliemann's serious rant completely disrupted Apton's thinking. He sighed, and for a moment he didn't know what to say in rebuttal.
The two were silent for a long time, until Ampton started thinking again, and he still discovered the problem.
"Schliemann, there's a problem here."
Schliemann nodded and motioned for Ampton to continue.
"The sound of cannons in the fog has already happened. What will happen if we don't take any action after we come back?"
Schliemann wiped his face. Thinking consumed a lot of his brain power.
"That's what I was thinking about...I was thinking about these things before I entered the wall of light.
Let us first review this matter starting from the law of cause and effect.
Because of the sound of artillery fire, we turned sharply and climbed, causing us to hit a wall of light, and ended up going back to five days ago.
The sound of cannons is the cause, and going back to five days ago is the effect.
Because we are back, this cause must exist.
Similarly, because of the sound of the cannon, I must choose to come back here, because without the sound of the cannon, you and I would not exist. Do you agree with this? "
"Why do you have to choose to come back here!"
"Because those times and spaces that I didn't choose to return to here don't exist, because the cannon went off! After passing through the wall, it is no longer our cause, it is our effect.
We are here for this result. "
Ampton raised his hands like a troubled student.
"Wait a minute... suppose we come back, you find the course, and we continue exploring like no one else."
Schliemann shook his head, very sure.
"That's impossible."
"Why?"
"Because I don't exist like that."
"So, this is what I don't understand."
Upton tilted his head. He couldn't figure out why Schliemann insisted that there were no other possibilities.
"It's very simple, the cannon has fired... As long as this cannon fires, it means that after we pass through the light wall, we will definitely return to this place to fire."
"Then isn't this fatalism of yours?"
Looking at Ampton who still wanted to argue, Schliemann laughed.
"Ah, you still know about fatalism?"
"Nonsense...who hasn't thought about their own destiny..."
"I originally thought about doing a little experiment with this matter...
I only gave Hilpeter complex set instructions, and the jobs were not easy for him, but they were still done well.
If this is normal, I don’t know what kind of trouble he would have to pull off...
Maybe it was the worry of being lost that inspired their potential, maybe it was the accumulation of luck again and again, maybe there was really the guidance of the goddess of fate, in short, they did it.
Of course, I can't deny other people's efforts, but this also means that my little experiment can't draw any conclusions. "
"I understand...I understand what you mean."
Ampton exhaled a breath, as if he had been relieved of some ideological baggage.
"This is fatalism... You who saw what happened before entering the light wall can't not come back here, and it's impossible not to fire.
It's all like walking along a paved road. If you don't want to get your shoes dirty, you have to walk on the road. "
Listening to Ampton's strange metaphor, Schliemann realized that he had to stop the question immediately. In his opinion, Ampton was a little obsessed.
"Ah, by the way, don't you want the coordinates of Tudou Island? Come on...here, please remember..."
Sand Island, in the underground tunnel.
Wolong hid in a dark slit and did not dare to move. Below him, a vague black shadow more than four meters high was moving.
After a week of living in the tunnels, Wallon spent most of the time avoiding this monster, and now he was exhausted.
"Aren't you a crow who can even resurrect the dead? Why can't you even deal with borers?"
The crow pecked Wallon several times in anger.
"Shut up, you idiot! The crow is just my clone, and the other party is the projection of the ancient god's soul!
If I keep persisting, my true form will be here soon. "
