Ziqian, who was lying on the hospital bed, was still in a coma, unaware of the chaos that was happening around her.

Her emaciated face sank into the white pillow, and I couldn't tell which one was whiter than the pillow, but the same pale one.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and holding her hand tightly, it is not correct to say that I do not have a trace of guilt in my heart, without a trace of uneasiness, I suddenly want to say "I'm sorry" to her, just like after Shen Yunhong was shot and fell to the ground, I also wanted to finish myself with a shot, it was the same feeling.

But Nietzsche reminded me again: Qu Mairong, you are fighting, and sacrifice is inevitable. As long as the Monument of Time can illuminate the skies of the earth, it will be worth it!

So the little apology I had left quickly disappeared, like the snow that fell in the spring, and melted as soon as it landed.

I named my second son Zhaohang, but because he suffered from congenital epidermolysis, let alone Yuanhang, he couldn't even step out of the hospital gate.

In addition to his skin, which was as fragile as paper, he could not withstand the sunlight, and a nurse carried him close to the window, and his cheeks smoked. This condition does not fall under the category of epidermolysis of large packages.

Ziqian was extremely weak after giving birth, and this blow was even more fatal to her - she blamed Zhaohang's cause on herself, believing that it was because she always tried to have a natural abortion when she was pregnant, which led to such terrible consequences.

She suffered from postpartum depression and tried to commit suicide many times in the remaining two years of her life, so much so that in the end, I had to find someone to watch her 24 hours a day. When I realized that I might lose her soon, I was a little reluctant.

Hey, people are strange animals.

Fate is also very strange, Ziqian did not die by suicide, but a blood disease. She had lime-like white spots all over her body, and her eyeballs seemed to have become transparent when she died. As she lay dying, I silently stared at the seeping eyes, which did not look like earthlings, and felt that through the two pupils, I could see her brain directly.

No doctor could pinpoint the cause of her disease, so she had to be called leukemia in general terms, but none of the types of leukemia currently covered by medicine could classify her condition.

The hospital offered to do an autopsy, and of course my only family member disagreed! I know very well what she died for, it was metal hydrogen poisoning, do you still need to check this? Even if you check, you can't find out with the current level of medicine of the earthlings.

However, Ziqian's death gave me a hint, which was like the hand of God, helping me clear the fog in my mind, so that everything in the world could be clearly identified by me.

I knew I shouldn't mention God because I didn't believe in His existence, so Nietzsche gave me this reminder, and he never forsaken me.

This hint is, since Ziqian's blood contains metallic hydrogen, can Zhaohang, the child who was miserable by metallic hydrogen, be regarded as a large piece of metallic hydrogen carrier?

As a newborn being, a dying baby is like a synthetic light in a laboratory. This beam of light is made up of countless unknown particles, and I don't know what kind of environment it can adapt to, and how much energy it can have as it grows. I had to start working on various experiments to come to a conclusion.

When I realized this, I was too excited to help myself. I don't have time to grieve Ziqian's death, let alone feel the need to blame myself, as long as I succeed in erecting the monument of time, all those who have contributed to this cause will leave their names on the monument!

Zhaohang couldn't leave the hospital, and I couldn't get him out of my best efforts, so I had to spend a lot of money to set up a family medical room for him at home.

I quietly collected his blood for experiments, hoping to extract metallic hydrogen from it, but it was still unsuccessful! Time and time again, I never get what I want!

Am I destined to be a loser? Is it wrong to pursue it tirelessly for a long time?

I collapsed on the floor exhausted, staring at the ceiling of the lab in a daze. That kind of despair has taken away all the meaning of life, and I suddenly feel that I am so shameful and pathetic, is it necessary for me to continue to live?

But suddenly, the analyzer that showed the results of the blood analysis went off an alarm, and my heart beat like a bell.

"What's going on? Instrument malfunctioning? I rolled over from the floor and sat up, looking around inexplicably.

That analyzer does have an alarm function, but it has never been used, and if something really goes wrong, isn't it even the instrument that has to get along with me?

I moved to the monitor in disgust, and what I saw at first glance was not the result of the analysis, but a black brain, like a child's clumsy drawing.

"Who's playing a prank here?!" I was so angry that I wanted to smash the display, but when I thought about it, I felt that it was wrong. The Longtian Mansion is heavily guarded, and the network encryption has reached the highest security level, who can have the great ability to run here to mess around?

Is it haunted?

Thinking about it like this, my hairs suddenly stood on end, and I was scared away from exhaustion. I've killed people, the operation of the Freedom Society is not so clean, and Ziqian's death, all these pieces add up, is there really any dirty thing like a soul coming to me?

The frightened thought only lasted for a moment, and without Nietzsche's education, I smashed my fist on my head: Qu Mairong, Qu Mairong, where have you learned all these years of scientific and cultural knowledge? Where have you left behind the ideas of Western humanism that you admire? Where do ghosts come from in the world? Only troublemakers!

After my brain cleared up, I was no longer afraid, and I wanted to call the building security department to call someone, but who knew that the brain on the screen formed a dialog box, and a sentence popped up in it: "I am the black mother." ”

"What?"

Fear swept back, and I stood still, unable to take a step.

"This guy is quite mysterious, I still haven't figured out his origin, I only know that his name is Black Mother, a strange name, isn't it?"

What Powell said more than ten years ago echoed in my ears like thunder, the name "Black Mother" has long been forgotten by me, all I want is metal hydrogen, optical magnetism, curved mirror, and then realize the grand plan of building a monument of time!

But why did I ignore the purpose of Powell giving me the pill, which was to establish contact with the Black Mother?

"Hello."

I was numb and my fingers were numb, as if they had become ten straight sticks, poking these two words out of the keyboard.

"You're the one Powell said you could help him with the Time Monument project?" Black Mother asked.

I stood motionless panting, not knowing whether to answer "yes" or "no." Building a monument of time is a beautiful dream, and if you don't get light and magnetism, it can only be a dream forever.

"I know you're having a hard time. But I am your Aladdin's magic lamp, as long as you wipe it, I can help you solve your troubles. ”

Aladdin's magic lamp? The lamp god who helps Aladdin make his wishes come true?

When I read this, my eyes lit up, and I didn't know where it came from, and I got carried away and shouted, "Who are you?" What is your relationship with Powell? Where are you? Can you meet me? ”

Without text, the guy could understand what I was saying, and his answer was, "You'd better never ask me who I am, or you'll regret asking that kind of question." That metal hydrogen pill can activate the electronic signals that communicate with me, I don't think Powell made it clear to you. He's a cunning fox, and I don't like him, but there's no need to hate him. ”

As long as I can get out of the current predicament, I can do anything, the relationship between Powell and the black mother, it doesn't want to answer, I don't care, so I quickly said: "Then please keep your secret, just help me develop optical magnetism!" ”

Black Brain pops up a phrase, or rather, a technical term: supercritical fluid extraction.

Then there was a flash of white light on the display, and the analyzer was shut down by an invisible force.

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