Chapter 46 Restrictive Prophecy
In an old-style house at the headquarters,
"Wang Xiaoming!"
"Is it you?!"
Old Qin sat on a recliner in the yard, holding a stack of paper materials in his hand. This was the information about Wang Xiaoming that he had just asked for from the headquarters.
The moment he saw Wang Xiaoming at the headquarters, Old Qin felt that Wang Xiaoming was different. He looked like a ghost rider, but not like one. Old Qin had never seen such a person before.
Thinking of the situation when the headquarters refused to give the information when he asked for it, Old Qin also knew that the headquarters valued Wang Xiaoming.
After he repeatedly assured, the headquarters gave him some of Wang Xiaoming's information after the five departments agreed.
After reading the information in his hand, Old Qin was almost certain that Wang Xiaoming was the culprit who caused his prediction to fail, because he found that he could hardly predict anything about Wang Xiaoming.
It was precisely because of Wang Xiaoming, the prediction black hole, that Old Qin could no longer predict the future, and even the future he predicted before might change dramatically.
"Will he be the new hope?" Old Qin looked into the distance and muttered to himself.
Wang Xiaoming's specialness gave him a different feeling, which he couldn't explain. Just by looking at the information, he knew that Wang Xiaoming was born for the supernatural. Whether it was the ghost-exorcising bell or the supernatural gunpowder he was making, Wang Xiaoming was constantly changing the world.
He had predicted many futures. Some things could not be changed, but some things were changing at any time. In his predictions, there were results of completely solving supernatural events and the end of human extinction.
He tried to reduce the number of shots as much as possible, just to make the world develop according to the good future he predicted.
But now there are variables, variables that he can't predict, causing the world to change drastically. He doesn't know whether this variable is good or bad, but this unprecedented variable makes his old heart beat faster. He feels the passion when he first faced the evil spirit when he was young for the first time.
He wants to take a gamble, he wants to take a gamble with fate.
The appearance of Wang Xiaoming gave him new hope. Since the future has changed and cannot be reversed, why should he cling to that illusory future.
He has had enough of the future he predicted.
Qin Lao's ability to predict is to talk to his future self, so the things he can predict must be things that his future self knows, and he can only ask about things related to the supernatural, and there is a limit to the number of inquiries each time he uses it.
The most important thing is that he cannot decide which timeline he will talk to in the future. The future is uncertain. Every time he makes a decision, a timeline will be split. Maybe he is dead in a certain timeline, or he is the king of the world in a certain timeline.
The consequence of the future of multiple timelines is that his predictions cannot completely correspond to the scenes in the real world. Maybe he predicted that the ghost ship would land in Dahai City in a year, but in the real world, the ghost ship will land in Dahai City three years later.
This is the error between the real world and other timelines.
"Alas! If I can predict the future of my own timeline," Qin Lao stood up, "maybe I would have completely solved the problem of supernatural revival."
The next day, at six o'clock in the morning,
Wang Xiaoming woke up on time, got up, folded the quilt, dressed, washed, and sorted everything out before there was a glimmer of light outside.
Since he was promoted to Sequence Eight, not only has his body been strengthened, but he is also very energetic every day. He gets up at six in the morning without feeling sleepy at all.
At this moment, the sun has not risen outside, and the light is not sufficient. Wang Xiaoming turned on the desk lamp, sat at the desk and opened the chapter that he had not finished reading last night.
Time passed, the sun rose, and noisy sounds began to come from outside. Wang Xiaoming looked up at the time and found that it was already 7:15, and it was time to set off.
After breakfast, he came to the laboratory.
After the morning meeting, Wang Xiaoming went directly to Pang Dong's experimental group.
Today he and Pang Dong's experimental group will move to the headquarters, and some things can be told to them.
The headquarters also took action and sent a convoy, including several trucks, to transport some of Wang Xiaoming's experimental materials.
When the convoy arrived at the experimental base, the news that Wang Xiaoming was going to the headquarters to work was also spread. For a while, everyone in the base couldn't believe it. Wang Xiaoming had just become the head of the base, so how could he go to the headquarters to work.
However, as Wang Xiaoming confirmed that the news was true in the management group, everyone believed it.
The management group was immediately flooded with countless messages,
Director Ma: x-on:Professor Wang, what should we do if you leave? Without your leadership, the experimental base will be in chaos.
Professor Huang: It's too sudden. What happened? Why did Professor Wang go to the headquarters?
Director Wei: x-on:How long will Professor Wang be gone?
Wang Xiaoming: x-on:Everyone, I'm just going to the headquarters to do research. I'll be back in a while. During my absence, the base will be handed over to you.
In the laboratory,
Pang Dong's team began to move some experimental materials, and people from Chen Wei and Cui Chongshi's two experimental groups also came to help.
"Professor, I want to follow you. Can I also be transferred to the headquarters?" Cui Chongshi walked up to Wang Xiaoming with a box of fragrant candles and said with a flattering smile on his face.
"No." Wang Xiaoming rejected him coldly.
"Uh... OK!" Cui Chongshi became very depressed in an instant and walked out with the box.
"Professor, how long will you stay at the headquarters?" Chen Wei was the one who spoke. Because she was a girl and short, no one asked her to move things, so she came to Wang Xiaoming.
"It will probably take more than a month!" Wang Xiaoming's tone was relatively soft. Unlike his attitude towards Cui Chongshi, he valued Chen Wei's research ability.
"I'm sorry, professor," Chen Wei suddenly apologized, and her always cold face showed a little apology, "The research project you gave me has not made any progress for so many days."
Wang Xiaoming shook his head and said, "This has nothing to do with you. This is how supernatural experiments are. It depends on luck and persistence. You have only been studying for a few days, don't be impatient."
Following Chen Wei's gaze, Wang Xiaoming looked at Pang Dong who was directing the staff. He instantly understood Chen Wei's thoughts. This was the loss and self-blame caused by seeing a former colleague being transferred to the headquarters because of a breakthrough in supernatural experiments.
He questioned his own ability, so he made such a move.
"Okay, be happy, we are not not coming back," Wang Xiaoming patted Chen Wei on the shoulder, "Remember to send me your daily work log. Although I am not here, you must complete your daily experimental tasks."
Wang Xiaoming did not know how to comfort the girl, but just accompanied Chen Wei and said a few simple words.
Soon, all the useful experimental materials were moved, and it was time to leave.
The leaders of the experimental base, big and small, also came to see Wang Xiaoming off, but they were scolded by Wang Xiaoming and were driven back to work.
Only some people from the No. 3 laboratory were left. Wang Xiaoming sat in the special car, opened the window and waved goodbye to them. As the car accelerated, the convoy quickly left the experimental base.
In the original work, Qin Lao's predictions were rarely reflected. This is considered a secondary setting. The main reason is that the prediction ability is too buggy. I don't know how to write the story without restrictions.