Chen Feng opened his eyes and did not rush to get up. Instead, he covered his mouth and nose with the quilt and collected his thoughts in bed.
After a long time, he opened the quilt and jumped down.
He determined one most important thing.
I probably didn't bring S bacteria back.
Although I still don’t know the principle of time travel, every time I die, my body must be broken into pieces, and when I come back, I can maintain the same physique as when I died last time, so my body must have gone through a complete reconstruction process. Although the bacteria are different from the previous time
The humans in the line coexist, but after all they are not part of the human race.
The process of rebuilding the body shouldn't be so crazy that even bacteria are recreated in the body.
Since it is a completely transcendent black technology and can even transcend time, it should have some respect for black technology.
In addition, the S-bacteria has been defeated by him. He has antibodies in his body, and under the impact of the particle bomb, he has turned into a galactic human through all kinds of pretentiousness. Theoretically, there should be no S-bacteria in his body, and only S-bacteria.
of antibodies.
As for possible attachment to the body surface?
What's the matter? His body has been put into a vacuum, and he has been directly bathed in various nuclear explosion-level radiation before. His body has died once, and the S bacteria on his skin should have died long ago.
So, nothing goes wrong.
Don't worry too much that you will bring the S-bacteria catastrophe back to the earth five hundred years ahead of schedule.
Otherwise, with the level of science and technology in the 21st century, will humans really encounter S-bacteria?
That scene is truly mind-numbing just imagining it.
Walking onto the balcony, Chen Feng stretched out and turned to look at the sun that had just emerged half of his head in the distance.
With a warm smile on his face, he grinned.
It's 6:50 a.m. Los Angeles time.
Who would have thought that after a thousand years, after experiencing so many vigorous lives, returning to a thousand years ago would only be a short night.
In the distance of the villa, you can vaguely see the sparkling sea level through the intersection of two mountains, and occasionally there are gulls flying across the sky.
The sun is so beautiful and everything looks peaceful and peaceful.
Although this is someone else's land, for Chen Feng, who is now a "noble" galactic human, it feels like his homeland under the dome.
When the invaders come, there will be no difference between the end here and the end across the sea.
Everyone in the world feels the same pain.
Chen Feng clenched his fist and encouraged himself, I will continue to work hard today. Phew!
He turned away again and looked in the direction of Zhong Lei's dormitory in Mason College.
Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling very satisfied.
After the gene arousal reached 35%, I felt really different. My eyesight had improved a lot. From such a distance, I could still clearly see the pattern of the chandelier in Zhong Lei's room.
etc.
Why is her light still on?
…
"What are you doing? Do you want to die? Go to sleep like a fool! I'll count to three. If you don't go to sleep, I'll rush in with a stick and knock you out! I won't accept any objection."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Feng huffed for a long time before he recovered.
Although it is a good thing for Zhong Lei to work so hard, it is not worth the loss if he tries too hard and wastes Qing Qing's life.
After a few seconds, the lights were finally turned off, and a playful face with dark circles appeared from behind the curtains, sticking out his tongue guiltily in the direction of Chen Feng.
Chen Feng waved his fist at her from a distance, but he didn't know if she saw it clearly.
Whoosh!
Zhong Lei closed the curtains obediently and must have gone to sleep.
Chen Feng snorted.
Wow, so cool.
Inexplicably, Zhong Lei, who had always been cold and cold in the past, felt so comfortable after being taught such an unscrupulous lesson.
Chen Feng turned around with satisfaction, returned to his desk, and took out a pen and paper.
He had to sort out his thoughts and take notes, which meant summarizing his gains and formulating strategies.
This time he successfully eliminated the psychological penetration and hidden bombs, forcing the intruders to change their attack methods and expose the invisible bombs.
Now that the attack method of the intruder's invisible bomb has been captured, if he can still gain a high enough social status next time, he can personally take the lead in formulating countermeasures.
For example, a spare power cabin that acts as a decoy can be installed in a battleship to strengthen the protection of the battleship and allow one to predict and escape in advance.
In theory, it is possible for a human fleet to avoid attacks involving particle bombs.
Or, make new arrangements and build more high-power playback equipment in addition to the "Calisto" loudspeakers arranged by Franky to increase the broadcast power of "Morrowind" on time to interfere with the intruder's playback.
The effect of "Song of the World".
This can also be regarded as an excellent back-up weapon, which can fundamentally counter the opponent's bomb release.
But this may only take effect in a short period of time. Judging from the technological level of the invaders, the other party's civilization is higher, and they will definitely be able to continuously increase the playback level and eventually overwhelm humans again.
But Chen Feng doesn't expect to be able to do it once and for all. Anyway, he can endure it for a while.
He also saw the true face of his enemy for the first time, even though it was just a pair of compound eyes.
Theoretically, all creatures with compound eyes are arthropods, but that is common sense on earth and may not count in the universe.
The fact that arthropods could develop such a level of technology completely overturned the common sense of the earth, so Chen Feng did not rush to speculate on the opponent's racial characteristics, and went so far as to feel invincible when he rushed in with phyrethrin insecticide.
There were other major gains as well.
This time Chen Feng obtained a complete plan for particle bombs from manufacturing to detonation. The core content was the use of "Song of the Outer World" and a high-frequency short sound he named "Dawn".
It almost succeeded this time, so next time, I will try to do it in one step.
These are his mental preparations for what he will do after the next visit. In the next month, he still has a lot to accomplish in this era.
First, transform the results of new technologies such as room-temperature superconducting metals, several cutting-edge organic materials, ultra-durable and ultra-high conversion rate solar panels that have been brought back after all the hard work.
It is impossible to see results in these things within a month. We can only complete the preliminary preparations. When the next time passes, I will burn incense and pray in my heart, and pray that Ryan and Ouhe Group will give me some strength, so as not to let myself down.
Second, some relatively basic theoretical knowledge in the 31st century that Dean Chen, an expert scholar with a primary school diploma, has barely mastered, and selectively transfer some parts that people in the 21st century can understand.
For example, conclusive results in basic physics or basic mathematical theory.
In order to be on the safe side and avoid adverse effects, Chen Feng had to carefully select the knowledge points and could not throw them all at once.
He must choose a basic theory that is absolutely free of controversy and suspense, otherwise it will be easy to drag future generations into a ditch.
Then there are not many things that can pass his screening, and they are not systematic and span a huge range.
The matter was difficult, and Chen Feng was not sure whether people of this era could understand it.
For example, it can be roughly understood this way. Elementary school students in the 21st century know that there are eight planets in the solar system and that dry batteries have positive and negative poles.
Then a primary school student travels back to the Tang Dynasty and talks to Du Gongbu about the positive and negative poles of the eight planets?
I'm afraid I haven't been beaten by 300 Tang poems.
Chen Feng planned to write a hodgepodge monograph casually, and write whatever came to mind.
Whether others can understand it, recognize it or not, and whether it can bring about good changes in the end, all depends on luck.
Third, which is the simplest thing, bury some of the "cultural relics" belonging to you and Zhong Lei in the soil in advance, so that you can dig them out yourself next time you go a thousand years later, so that you can become a truly top "archaeologist" , quickly improve social status.
In the previous timeline, Chen Feng found that the house he had lived in and the office he had used had become places of interest.
There is no doubt that the closer the connection is with historical celebrities, the more valuable the items that are portable, such as manuscripts, used fingers, underwear, mouthwash cups, toothbrushes, etc...
That's priceless.
When it is handed over to the World Government, if it is taken out in public, it will definitely detonate the whole place.
There are also skills in hiding things. You must be cunning, hide in several places, and hide it deeper. In the next thousand years, it will definitely be dug out by others. Keep as much as you can for yourself.
Fourth, sort out the entire research and development process for the S bacteria vaccine stolen from Scott.
Although it was impossible for him to memorize the DNA chain structure of the S-Bacteria and Poison King so that a junior like Lai Wenming could obtain the S-Bacteria and Poison King in advance, Chen Feng had a more ruthless plan to wipe out the family.
He directly wrote down a long series of chemical equations and a large number of organic polymer structure three-dimensional diagrams of the inactivated S bacteria protein shell in the vaccine that can induce immune antibodies.
Chen Feng kept this thing in advance and hid it in the second planned monograph.
When the S-bacteria breaks out, I believe that one of the mad scientists at that time will definitely take a look and discover his own clues.
Then the development speed of the ultimate vaccine against S bacteria will be incredibly fast.
Maybe S bacteria will be punished as soon as it emerges.
Then, S bacteria, the ultimate weapon that the invaders have high hopes for, will be given away directly, leaving humans with free antibodies that increase gene arousal.
Chen Feng estimated that if so many people didn't have to die this time, and if the overall level of mankind could be improved, by the thirty-first century, no matter how bad it was, it would be much better than last time.
Fifth, old routines, routine operations, and reserved programs.
Move the song to the movie.
Although he did not study deliberately this time, his memory has become much stronger after all. He has memorized more than 20 songs including "Across the Starry Sky" and works composed by Zhong Lei in his later years, as well as 20 pieces of music. Several classic blockbuster science fiction films from the late 1st century and the early 22nd century.
The above parts are the five core operational ideas set by Chen Feng this time.
There was one more thing, he couldn't make up his mind for the time being.
He also has some thoughts about the system.
In the previous timeline, the benefits of the ultimately formed purely humanized social system were obvious.
It is very harmonious, everyone is very active and proactive.
But this is where the disadvantages and problems lie. Personal autonomy is too strong and the room for error is too high.
Without a mandatory and highly motivated system to correct these mistakes in a timely manner, it would be difficult for individuals who have taken the wrong path to turn back.
For example, the extremely bizarre school of intuition is the product of this excessive freedom.
If it weren't for Chen Feng's wonderful penmanship and skillful manipulation, nearly ten thousand people in the Intuitive School would have been ruined.
Therefore, Chen Feng once thought about how to find a better social structure that can maximize everyone's subjective initiative and have a strong enough error correction mechanism.
The problem is back to its original point.
In Chen Feng's world view, he still believes that this can only be achieved by giving birth to a republican system that revolves around a great leader.
But he did not expect to be able to enlighten a great leader born of heaven and earth after hundreds of years.
He wanted to, but couldn't do it, so he had to put it on hold.
Unknowingly, by the time Chen Feng finished everything and figured out his thoughts, it was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
He had a quick lunch, returned to his room, turned on his computer, and started recording music scores on the computer.
Everything had to be done within a month, so time was very tight, so Chen Feng decided to speed up the pace as much as possible to avoid wasting time.
About two hours later, he finished five songs, stood up, stretched, and prepared to go downstairs.
Zhong Lei, who woke up obediently, said she wanted to come over to him. She probably had some confusion that she needed him to answer.
As he walked down the stairs quickly, Chen Feng was thinking in his mind.
Last time I went there, by reviewing history, I found that the two of them had really grown old together.
Moreover, Zhong Lei's artistic creation ability has not been fundamentally shaken. She first wrote "Morning Wind" and did not create many pieces in her later years, which led to a serious decline in the total volume of her works, but the quality has not diminished at all, and even some
Entry.
Then it seems that we can consider giving Zhong Lei a perfect life.
But Chen Feng did not intend to act rashly.
Two days ago, I just brought someone into the ditch to write "Morning Breeze". She said righteously that she would not write a song or fall in love. Today, she went back on her words and pursued her. It seemed very inappropriate. Chen Feng was worried that this would hurt her motivation to create hard work.
He couldn't destroy this important song "Morning Wind" just because of his own selfish desires.
Why doesn't he bring Morrowind back?
He thought, Naihe really couldn't do it, and the galactic human beings couldn't handle it.
The amount of information in the entire song "Morrowind" is as much as the human gene pool.
Although he can remember the sound in his mind and can completely restore the entire melody in his mind, it is just his forced memory ability that allows him to write a music score that can be understood by future generations. That is impossible.
In the 21st century, there is no brainwave capture equipment, and it is impossible to develop and produce it to convert the sounds in his thoughts into sounds in reality.
Zhong Lei didn't have music scores back then, and all the rhythms and changes in it didn't have any musical instruments to refer to. It was purely Zhong Lei who used her own strength to break away from the shackles of rhythm and timbre, played it bit by bit, and created a piece of music.
A special sound.
If you randomly intercept a tenth of a second of umlaut in it, there are n details hidden in it.
Chen Feng could not carry it.
He could only find a way to ripen her as quickly as possible, which would indirectly affect her creative progress.
As the saying goes, running a big country is like cooking small dishes. It seems simple but in fact it requires a lot of attention.
So playing with time is a more delicate job than running a big country and cooking small delicacies.
Chen Feng had no teacher, so he had to cross the river by feeling his way through the stones in the dark.
When he walked down the stairs and entered the hall, he was lost in thought when he heard an annoying voice in his ears.
"Sister Zhong Lei, we really come here with sincerity. Please be accommodating. Seeing that everyone is from your hometown when you meet an old friend in a foreign country, please help introduce us."
Chen Feng looked up. In front of him was Wang Xilei, the vice chairman of Zhongyi Entertainment, whom he had met once at the Grammy dinner.
At this time, the old man was leading a few people to block Zhong Lei's path at the gate, and they were pestering him endlessly.
Zhong Lei stepped aside and wanted to walk in quickly, but said impatiently: "I'm not familiar with you. Based on my understanding of Chen Feng, he probably doesn't want to deal with you, so get out of the way!"
There is no deep hatred between the two parties, but Zhong Lei has a jealous temper, and she particularly looks down on such a common person who pretends to be someone who takes advantage of the situation just for the sake of publicity.
Moreover, the person being impersonated was herself and Chen Feng, which made her even more disgusted.
Zhong Lei has this attitude when facing players she dislikes. She is not good at it and is too lazy to pretend.
"Why are you so disrespectful?"
Next to him, the oily-haired boy named Su tried to reach out to pull Zhong Lei.
This little fresh meat is very popular among some "big sisters" in the entertainment industry in China. When participating in variety shows, she often puts on each other's backs, and her tugging and tugging movements are purely habitual and natural.
Unexpectedly, Zhong Lei had quick eyes and quick hands, and slapped him away with her backhand, and then slapped the man on the face.
The scene suddenly froze.
Xiaosheng surnamed Su covered his face with disbelief on his face.
Wang Xilei glared at him fiercely, feeling for the first time that this little thing he praised so much could do bad things.
"Don't touch me here, I'm not like those old goblins who like old cows to eat young grass!"
Zhong Lei put her hands on her hips, furious and awe-inspiring.
Chen Feng, who quietly stood behind her, burst out laughing.
It's rare to see her in such a strong posture again, just like when she angrily scolded Zhou A in public.
