Qi Yiming woke up from the hospital bed, feeling that his whole body was light and his head was still dizzy.

A female nurse walked up to him, touched his forehead, and said warmly: "Are you awake?"

Qi Yiming responded vaguely, and opened his eyes to see a beautiful face. The female nurse's uniform seemed a bit too big, and it was not as trendy as what he usually saw on TV. Instead, she looked old-fashioned.

He scanned the entire room, and it didn't look like a ward. There was a portrait of Chairman Mao on the wall, as well as a particularly fake landscape painting, and the furniture in the room also looked very simple and old-fashioned.

"Where am I?" Qi Yiming said something, and then felt that his mouth was extremely dry and his voice was extremely astringent.

The attentive female nurse discovered this problem and lifted a thermos from his bedside. Qi Yiming was even more surprised. He had seen this type of thermos when he was a few years old. It was a standard old thing. Why are people still using it now?

How about filling this kind of thermos with water?

"Thank you," Qi Yiming took a large enamel cup and said to the female nurse.

"Wait a moment. The leaders asked me to inform them when you wake up that you have been in a coma for two days." The female nurse did not answer Qi Yiming's question, but smiled at him, then turned and walked out of the room.

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Qi Yiming had an ominous premonition. The old-fashioned room layout, cement floor, old enamel pot and thermos, and the portrait of Chairman Mao that was obviously no longer very popular, until a few middle-aged men wearing green military uniforms and octagonal hats

When people walked in, Qi Yiming had already pronounced his sentence in his heart.

Before the serious middle-aged men in military uniforms could speak, Qi Yiming said, "Can any of you tell me which year this is?"

The man in military uniform with thick eyebrows and big eyes answered nonchalantly with his hands behind his back: "1985, comrade, maybe you can tell us which year you are from?"

It was as if all the strength in Qi Yiming's body had been drained, some messy things began to appear in his head, and his body began to twitch. The man in military uniform saw that his heart was screaming, so he called the female nurse in again.

The female nurse quickly pushed Qi Yiming back to the bed with the help of two big men, and checked his pulse, eye pupils and tongue coating. However, after a minute, Qi Yiming gradually calmed down again.

The female nurse turned to the man in military uniform and said: "Chief, I don't know what the symptoms are. It seems like a nervous spasm, but it's not too similar."

"2015," Qi Yiming suddenly sat up from the bed again and answered the question of the man in military uniform.

The man in military uniform frowned slightly when he saw the female nurse, and immediately waved her away. The female nurse knew that these people were involved in confidential work, so she hurried out of the door.

The man in military uniform stretched out his hand, shook hands with Qi Yiming, and introduced himself: "My name is Liao Huairen, and I work in the Central Bureau of Secrecy. So you are from thirty years later. I never imagined that our country's science and technology will be thirty years from now."

Is it that developed?”

Qi Yiming immediately shook his head and said: "What you see is not from the real world in 2015. Although technology will be prosperous thirty years later, it is not to that extent."

Liao Huairen was very interested and said: "You know something, right?"

Qi Yiming sighed feebly: "I was playing computer games at home, but I don't know what happened. The computer's blue light flashed, and I was sucked here. And I don't know what happened. It seemed that I was the same as that person.

The computer game called "Red Alert" created a certain degree of connection. It became a real thing, which is the one you see. The information about it has been imprinted in my brain, so I know that

What is that huge metal building? Uh, by the way, in the game, that thing is called a base vehicle, and after it transforms, it’s called the main base."

"Computer games?" Liao Huairen was a little unable to keep up. "It's just a computer. How come computers used for scientific research are treated as amusement by your people thirty years later?"

Qi Yiming shook his head and said: "Even in 1985, simple computer games were developed in the United States, and personal computers began to become popular." The subtext of his words was how could you, a staff member of the Central Security Bureau, even do this?

Don't know anything.

In fact, I don’t blame Liao Huairen. After all, we are not yet in the information age with the explosion of knowledge. It is not easy to collect some information. People are eager for all kinds of information but it is difficult to obtain it. Liao Huairen’s work is not in this area, so he is not clear.

"Comrade Liao, can you first explain to me how I returned to thirty years ago?"

A smile overflowed from the corner of Liao Huairen's mouth and he said: "One of our scientists was studying parallel dimensions and wanted to build a channel that could connect the two worlds. But something went wrong for some reason, and then you followed that person,

Oh, the base vehicle came to our era together."

Qi Yiming asked hopefully: "So is this experiment reversible? Can you send me back again?"

"Well, I'm afraid not. First of all, the experimental equipment was destroyed, and the results of this experiment are completely different from what the researchers expected. I'm afraid even if we find a way to send you back, it will be a long time later.

"Liao Chengzhi said pretending to be regretful.

He put on a smile again and said to Qi Yiming: "However, we are very interested in what has happened in the past thirty years. Comrade Qi, can you tell us about it?"

Qi Yiming was silent for a moment and said: "I have a better way. When I traveled through time, the Red Alert game materialized. At the same time, a large amount of online data formed a database and was built in that base vehicle."

Liao Huairen said in surprise: "All the information? What is there?"

"Almost all the news in the past 30 years, a large number of online versions of scientific papers, a huge amount of audio and video information, whatever was on the Internet the second before I traveled through, the base vehicle copied everything."

It wasn't until the 1990s that the World Wide Web would gradually be recognized by people. Liao Huairen didn't know what the Internet was, but Liao Huairen roughly understood what Qi Yiming meant. It was hard to imagine that all the data in the past thirty years would be useful for this rising Internet.

What a huge advantage it will bring to the country that pursues it.

"But there is a problem. Your building called the main base seems to have been closed after we rescued you, and we can no longer enter."

Qi Yiming tapped his head with his finger and said: "As I said just now, that thing is connected to my brain. I can control the operation of this main base. Take me back and I can open it."

Liao Huairen did not agree immediately, but asked: "Can't you open it here?"

Qi Yiming smiled and asked, "You don't trust me, right?"

Liao Huairen did not deny it, but said: "Everything is about safety. After all, your appearance is not in line with the experiment, and what you said is too absurd. You should understand that people will have fear when they face the unknown. We need to try our best to keep it safe."

Possible disasters are minimized.”

Qi Yiming nodded and said: "I understand. I can open the base here, but without my guidance, you don't even know what the equipment is used for. How can you go in and explore it by yourself?"

"Can't you write down an instruction manual?"

"It's too troublesome." Qi Yiming shook his head.

He immediately smiled and said: "Don't worry, I don't have any bad intentions. I am a patriot like you all. Before I traveled through time, I passed the party school exam and became an active member of the party."

Liao Huairen and the others couldn't believe empty words, but there seemed to be no other way except for Qi Yiming to return to the mysterious main base. Of course, after such an incident happened to the Shuguang Project, it had already reached heaven, and Liao Huairen had no right to decide anything.

, so I had to call my superiors for instructions.

It wasn't until that afternoon that the superior's instructions came down - permission but high alert.

After getting on the jeep and setting foot on the grassland again, Qi Yiming was not handcuffed, but two nervous-looking men in military uniforms held him on the left and right. If he made the slightest move rashly, they would definitely control him.

The car dealer drove overnight to the base on the shores of Lake Dalinol. When Qi Yiming arrived, it was already early in the morning when the sun was rising. The military had set up temporary tents near the base for guard work. It seemed that the previous researchers

The personnel were not allowed to leave, so they stayed here.

As soon as Qi Yiming got out of the car, he heard an old man's voice calling: "Is he back? Is that child back? Let me take a look."

I saw a bald old man with white hair, wearing a white coat, walking over with the support of a girl with a pretty face.

Liao Huairen explained from the side: "This is the experiment hosted by Academician Zhao."

Qi Yiming looked at the old man and was filled with hatred. He was playing games at home, but was caught by his failed experiment thirty years ago. He wanted to go up and kick him. But seeing that he was old, he

I could only shake my head and sigh.

Liao Huairen stepped forward and stopped Academician Zhao and said: "Mr. Zhao, the nature of this matter has changed and is completely different from what you expected, so it is impossible for us to give you full authority to intervene in this matter."

The pretty woman was fierce and said loudly: "Why? It was obviously my teacher's efforts that made all this happen. You can't let my teacher leave!"

Academician Zhao looked at Qi Yiming for a long time, and then uttered a few words: "Son, I'm sorry."

No one understood why Academician Zhao apologized to Qi Yiming, but they quickly guessed an idea. Qi Yiming sighed and said: "Mr. Zhao, it doesn't matter. The matter has come to this, and I can only resign myself to fate."

Liao Huairen looked at the lonely expression on Qi Yiming's face, and somewhat realized that his comrades had homes and could not return, and each one of them existed as a non-existent person. It was generally similar to Qi Yiming's situation. At least those who remained anonymous.
Chapter completed!