In short, the space we exist in now must be a four-dimensional space! ”

There are many concepts of four-dimensional space, but if you want to elaborate on it, I'm afraid everyone has nowhere to speak.

His theory challenged the limits of thinking, and the minds of the other four took a few turns to get around. When they finally understood, they understood my shock.

"You mean, that mysterious basement is the door to the four-dimensional space?" Duras trembled.

"Not bad!" I nodded.

"Can we go back then?" My cousin's lips turned white with fright. The term four-dimensional space is really bluffing.

"As long as it's on a Klein bottle, then rely on the thin dot theory to escape. In fact, in the scientific community, it is very difficult to find the thin spot of a Klein bottle. But our advantage is good. After the initial shock, I've calmed down a lot: "The thin point, which is usually the sticking point of the Klein bottle, is also the point of origin. The Klein bottle could not have been formed at the same time, there must have been a point to support it, and it gradually expanded into the current weird space. Legend has it that the Klein vial is the only being in the universe that ignores the rules of the universe, and it even ignores the law of conservation of energy. That's why it is possible to read the mind of the entrant and then visualize the world. ”

I took a sip of my coffee and looked into the distance. Outside the glass window, women lead their children to pass by, the children are laughing, and the mother gently touches her son's head. The bitter coffee flows through the tongue and stimulates the taste buds. Everything seems so real, is all this really all an illusion?

Is the mysterious four-dimensional space really the current world composition? Why does it look no different from the original world? Slightly disappointed in my heart, I said the last words: "The basement in Siberia is the origin, go back and blow it up again with a bomb, and it is estimated that we will be able to return to the original world!" ”

The wind blew through the leaves not far away, and the snow fell to the ground.

Duras went to the Freemasons to get a lot of TNT bombs, and repeatedly asked me if I had enough. He got enough to blow up the entire farm.

We stand in a safe place. Press the button of the timer.

The bomb exploded, setting off a strong wind pressure. Just as I had theorized, stimulated by the explosion, a blinding white light once again emerged from the basement as the two-story building lifted up.

An uncomfortable white light enveloped us, and then a surprising scene emerged.

Frozen Siberia, a blizzard is coming. The eyes of the Masonic leadership, as well as the researchers, widened. They found that the missing person had emerged from the basement like dumplings. With the popping up. There was also a lot of blood foam and pieces of flesh.

The five of us were intact, looking at the similarly confused man lying on the basement floor with a bewildered expression. Among those were Freemason volunteers, as well as oddly dressed guys.

With the mediation of Duras, his cousin, and Avilline, he reluctantly shook hands with the Freemasons. The Freemasons did not hold me accountable for my recklessness, nor did they mention anything about the Nine Tricks. Naturally, I know exactly why. Duras reported his own affairs, and the Freemasonry hierarchy thought I was valuable.

Of course, if the criteria for evaluating me change, they will definitely still send someone to grab the Nine Tricks Jade Box. But this trouble is better left to the old man to have a headache.

The day I returned to the normal world, I left Siberia with my guardian daughter. It's not that I don't want to stay. Rather, there are concerns. The closer you get to the behemoth of Freemasonry, the more you know, the more dangerous you become. It's the smartest thing to keep your distance.

A week later, my cousin called me. His voice was slightly teasing: "Xiaoye, do you know what age there are still some people who came out with us?" ”

I asked with interest, "Who?" ”

"There is still a Siberian aboriginal from a thousand years ago, and he is still alive. He looked terrified, but no one could understand what he said. This is not an exception, in short, the basement is like a time machine, and the disappeared people in it seem to be free from the constraints of time. It's almost like a terrestrial Bermuda, three Californias. He was foaming at the mouth.

"What happened to the farm's original owner?" I asked again.

There was silence for a moment on the other end of the phone: "It also came out, and the six members of the Kirtroski family don't know what happened, similar to what happened to Volunteer 021." It's all turned into pieces of meat. Among the Freemasonry combatants, not many returned alive, accounting for only 30%. The rest were also reduced to pieces and lost their lives. ”

"That's right." I sighed, "In the end, what did you dig up in that mysterious basement?" ”

Ye Feng was dumbfounded: "Alas, nothing was dug up." The group dug up hundreds of meters around the basement, but found nothing strange. ”

With that, he hung up.

I shook my head slightly. The four-dimensional space, the Klein bottle is a scientific and theoretical thing, if there is really an object that can break through the space and send people inside, such an item really should not exist in the world. Perhaps, the basement is just a work of chance by nature, and its special geographical location is the object itself.

Now that I first bombed it with a bomb, and then it was destroyed by Freemasonry, the special abilities of the items have naturally lost their effect.

Of course, all this is just my guess. Even if he had really entered the Klein Bottle, or whether he had gone to the four-dimensional space, he was completely unsure.

Because no one knows what a four-dimensional space should look like.

Time was slowly passing and my life was at peace again. In this way, another week passed quietly. Yang Junfei, who was busy, came to the door. He didn't say anything and just threw me a stack of papers.

I looked down and saw that it was a contract.

"What?" I asked.

"Sign!" He's pretty sharp.

"What about employee benefits?" I asked again.

"Nope."

"What about five insurances and one housing fund?" I asked again.

"Nope."

"There should always be a housing subsidy, shouldn't the salary also be paid?"

"Not at all." The old man was impatient: "Do you sign or not, I won't let you play tricks this time, I will look at you to sign, and my eyes will never blink!" ”

"Cut, there are no benefits, you asked me to sign a deed of sale!" I scoffed.

"Do you want to go somewhere next time, I'll call Sister Qi and Li Nuoyi, and follow you like a tail that can't be shaken off." He smiled eerily.

I was so hurt by his words that I almost had a cramp in my face. After thinking about it carefully, he finally picked up the pen on the table and filled in his name in the column of Party B.

This time, the real name was used, and there was no mistake in writing it.

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