The lights of the entire city are on, and the solid skyline is hidden in the light.
From a distance, the high-rise buildings in the business district look like square cages woven with light. In the distance, there is a wide lake, adjacent to the lake. Traffic is surging on the elevated road, and the headlights are dusty and light.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Matthew felt that every bit of light in this stream of light was a firefly that was always alive. They were bound by this arc-shaped, slender elevated road and could only run forward as hard as they could to find an exit.
He thought about where his exit was and the wild goose struggling desperately.
After watching Bi Fang's live broadcast in the afternoon, Matthew's mind was filled with the impulsive idea of going on an adventure in nature. His intestines were twisted together after an attack of ascariasis. Once the pain started, he couldn't stop.
Matthew looked at the city below his feet, took a deep breath, and looked at the city under the night sky, as if facing a cliff. He felt dangerous and light, like a bird flying to a high place relying on the wind.
He is free here, casually enjoying the wind, skylight and the different smells of the city from spring to autumn. Sometimes it is iris, sometimes it is leaves, sometimes it is the sweet smell of oranges sold on the street below.
However, something always seemed to be missing. Matthew thought of the time when he was a war correspondent. He was frightened every day. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to touch his chest to see if there was any flesh and blood beating inside.
, although it is dangerous, I can clearly feel that I am still alive.
But now, going to work, clocking in, going to work, clocking in, life is like a pool of stagnant water, without any waves.
My heart felt empty, as if knocking on my chest would make a hollow sound.
"Quick, quick, you bunch of lazy morons! We are the most professional newspaper. Before the early hours of tonight, I want to see you printing all the newspapers and then appearing at the door of every newsstand!"
Fitz pulled his tie, walked to Matthew, and enjoyed the night view with him: "Matthew, you are really a genius. No one knows news better than you. This is definitely the most touching story this month. It has been pushed on the web page.
The paper version has been printed as soon as possible and will be delivered to everyone's home early tomorrow morning."
"Fitz, I want to resign."
"WHAT?"
Fitz thought that he might have had something wrong with his ears because he hadn't rested for too long, or that the person in front of him was not Matthew, but some kind of alien in another skin.
"I said I wanted to resign."
Now Fitz was sure that he heard clearly. He was dumbfounded: "Are you sick? Are you kidding? Look at you now. You are successful and famous, and now you say you want to resign? I'm sorry, Matthew, if you are serious, then
I suggest you see a doctor!"
"That's what I said." Matthew laughed, "Maybe I will forget about it early tomorrow morning."
"hope so."
On the elevated road, a car drove out of the exit and slowly stopped by the lake.
Johnny opened the door, stepped out and lit a cigarette, and then shouted to his co-pilot colleague: "You drive, I'll take a nap first."
Andrew had also been driving for a day and was exhausted physically and mentally at the moment, but he coughed twice when he looked at the smoky Johnny.
"I think it's better to forget it. Now go back and tell them that we made a mistake in the report and approve their permission so that they won't continue to investigate. Isn't it just a flock of birds? Just let them adapt."
Andrew had reminded Johnny as early as when he wanted to fool the report. It was not the first time Johnny had done this, but no one expected that things would develop to this point, and almost everyone knew about it.
In the past, even if fake reports were used to fool people, no one would cause trouble. Some people even thought that the test was not up to standard and took the initiative to spend money to get a qualified report.
Over time, no one will feel uncomfortable about this matter, but this time the matter is really big, not only Johnny may get into trouble, but even Andrew himself may not be able to escape.
As a review agency, it was revealed that the report issued was false. No one dared to imagine the consequences of this matter. Even Johnny's father could not protect him and would definitely go in.
Johnny didn't respond. The cigarette in his hand was visibly shortened, and there were faint sparks burning in the dark car.
Seeing that Johnny didn't respond, Andrew gradually complained: "I have warned you before that this is not good, but you never listened. If you had listened to me then..."
"That's enough!" Johnny roared loudly, and the long cigarette ash broke off, falling directly on the blanket and smashing to pieces, "If you are asked to drive, then you will fucking drive!"
"Will you be better off if something happens to me? Don't think about it! None of you can escape. Now all you have to do is drive, drive, drive! Then chase them, catch them, and kill all the damn Yanniao
Shooting!"
Johnny finished the cigarette in one gulp, threw the butt on the car mat, and stamped it out.
Andrew's fingers on the steering wheel turned white. Without saying a word, he turned the key and started the engine, turned the car around, and drove onto the viaduct again.
Running forward like fireflies, looking for an exit.
…
[Can stars also measure longitude and latitude?]
[Isn’t it, such an exaggeration? Stargazing at night, contemporary Zhuge?]
[It’s awesome, it’s so late at night, can there be a shadow when a stick is stuck on the ground? 】
"Instead of using shadows, have you ever heard of a sextant? It is an optical instrument used to measure the angle between two distant targets. The principle was first proposed by Newton."
"In the wild, we can simply make a sextant and use it to measure latitude and longitude. All we need is a night when the North Star can be seen clearly, a piece of paper, a piece of wire and a small stone."
Bi Fang fixed the crossbar of the plane and began to operate. He first took out a piece of paper, and then used a pen as a radius to draw a quarter circle in one corner. Then he carefully tore it along the edge and got a
A quarter circle piece of paper.
Then Bi Fang carefully marked the scale on it, dividing it into two parts and marking forty-five degrees.
"The accuracy of the scale markings is related to the accuracy of the sextant. The higher the accuracy, the more accurate our positioning. Here we can use the bisection method, and then mark the remaining scales bit by bit."
After marking the scale, Bi Fang took out a small stone from nowhere, tied it with one end of the thread, and pressed the other end on the center of the circle.
"We let the arc side of the disk hang down naturally, and the center of the circle is aligned with the North Star."
Bi Fang aimed at the North Star, letting the stones hang down naturally, and the taut rope naturally showed a scale.
"At this time, the height of the celestial body and the latitude of your location have actually been determined. Note that only Polaris can be used here. If you use this method to measure the sun, you cannot calculate the latitude, because the height of the sun changes throughout the year, and there are
After knowing the altitude and latitude of the celestial body, the longitude is naturally calculated in the same way as before, which is very simple."
Bi Fang knew that this method had errors, but it was enough to determine the approximate direction.
【very simple?】
[Holy shit, why do I feel familiar when you do this? It’s a bit like the plot of Stallone’s prison escape movie. It seems that you also made a sextant]
[I know, it’s the silver cicada that escaped from its shell!]
[It’s different, I feel like Lao Fang’s method is simpler, and it doesn’t even require lenses]
Bi Fang was shocked when he saw the comments from netizens. Does this movie exist in this world?
He has also seen this movie, which tells the story of Stallone, a master of escape, being framed and imprisoned and then escaping. He has a deep memory: "Yes, the principles of the two are similar, but a movie is always a movie."
In the movie, the prison where Stallone was imprisoned was a mobile cruise ship. In order to know where he was so that he could be picked up, he used a homemade sextant to let an outgoing prisoner come to the deck to measure the data, and then calculated the latitude and longitude.
"The protractor in the movie is hand-drawn like mine, but his sextant is reflected by two plane mirrors, so that the image of the star points coincides with the image of the sea level. Not to mention where the plane mirrors come from, the bigger problem is that the movie
His reflector is made of glasses!"
"Not to mention that there is no reflective film, the key is that it is not flat at all. All connections will eventually be shaky. Even if they are very tight, they have not been calibrated before use. In addition, you need to see the sea level. The Arab stayed in a similar place
Can you see the sea level from the patio?”
"Brother Nuo even asked whether it was the southern or northern hemisphere. This is actually quite redundant. As I just said, the North Star cannot be seen in the south, but it is quite interesting to see the water vortices inside to judge the northern and southern hemispheres."
[Fuck, that’s awesome!]
[You just have to brag hard. If you can do it, you can do it. What? Are you Fang Shen? Then it’s okay. 】
[It is strongly recommended that directors of such movies in the future ask Fang Shen to be a consultant, this is the real survival master!]
[I think Fang Shen can shoot it himself... handsome and fierce? 】
【Why do we need to shoot? I feel like I am already watching a movie.】
【What to do if you don’t have anything at hand?】
"It's okay if there's nothing."
The so-called master is someone who can do things that others cannot do. If you don’t have paper and pen, you should have your hands, right?
If he didn't even have his hands, Bifang would have to admit that it would be difficult for him to survive in the wilderness. He might as well dig a hole and go to sleep.
Bi Fang stretched out a hand, stretched as far as he could, and extended his index finger: "A beginner astronomy enthusiast can easily and quickly measure the height of celestial bodies through his fingers, joints and palms. I estimate the accuracy is the same as the simple one in the movie."
A sextant is almost the same.”
"First we try our best to stretch our arms as far away as possible. Point out with the index finger. The width of the fingertip is 1 degree. When the index finger is raised, the width of the three joints are 2 degrees, 3 degrees and 5 degrees respectively. Make a fist with the hand and do not clench the thumb to death.
The width of the fist is about 10 degrees, the width of the thumb is about 8 degrees, the hand makes a six gesture, and the width from the tip of the thumb to the tip of the little finger is about 20 degrees."
"You can also measure latitude through this method. The accuracy may vary from person to person, but it is simple and convenient, and the error is about five percent."