We Live In Nanjing

  Chapter 27 Community Garden Action

  On September 30th, the triton tube finally arrived.

Bai Yang went straight to the rookie station after learning, took the tritium tube back, wrapped it in a small brown carton, and opened it with white foam and wrapping paper. The tritium tube is only two centimeters long and a thin piece of glass. The product is very fragile and emits a faint green fluorescence in the dark.

The brightness of the four tritium tubes are all the same. In a dark room, if you put the tritium tube on the textbook, you can see the writing on the paper around it. One of them looks a little darker. I don’t know if it is a psychological effect. That is indeed the longest used tritium tube.

Poplar arranged the four roots in order on the desktop, and then took down a small wooden picture frame from the bookshelf. Inside the frame was a small picture of "Sunflower", a pirated reduced copy of a genuine copy of Van Gogh. Version.

Next, he disassembled the photo frame, took out the plexiglass and the pictures in the photo frame, and then used UV glue to glue the tritium tubes to the inside of the wooden photo frame clockwise one by one in a predetermined order, and glue them one by one on each side. After that, illuminate it again with a UV lamp to confirm that it will not fall off if it is stuck firmly.

  Finally, I replaced "Sunflower" with "Hatsune Miku in Stalingrad", put it back carefully, and buckled the frame.

  Turn off the light in the room, Bai Yang can clearly see the photo frame on the table, and the tritium tube just illuminates Hatsune Miku.

  You're done.

  As long as he doesn't say it, no one knows that this thing is a time indicator, only that it is a painting.

  Poplar put the photo frame into the time capsule, and then filled the inner space of the capsule with pearl cotton. Finally, all the bolts were tightened with a wrench and shaken vigorously to ensure that the contents inside would not shake violently.

  So far, Bai Yang's time slow delivery is all finished.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

  The next thing to do is to bury it underground.

  On the way back from picking up the express in the evening, Bai Yang has already stepped on accurately. He has found four alternative positions, all suitable for burying the time capsule.

  White Yang took a breath and fell on the bed.

  He chuckled, and finally completed this big project. I can’t praise myself for a few words?

  Awesome!

  Awesome!

  Niubility!

Bai Yang took out his phone and took a look at the time. The time is now 11:30 in the evening, and his scheduled action time is 2 in the morning, so he set the alarm clock at 2 in the morning. The time capsule and shovel are all placed under the bed. Packed with a backpack... When the time came, he carried his bag and quietly went downstairs, dug a deep pit in the dead of night, and buried the time capsule in it. Bai Yang named this plan "Community Garden Operation", the main points of this operation It is hidden! hidden! It's **** hidden!

  If he is caught by the security of the community, his fame in this world will be lost.

  After a while, I will ventilate with BG4MSR and say that I am going to bury the capsule tonight.

  If she is willing to wait, she can wait until she has buried the capsule and then come back to notify her. Bai Yang estimated that it will be done at about three in the morning. If she does not want to wait until it is too late, she can also tell her the specific location during the contact tomorrow.

   Bai Yang was lying on the bed, looking at the screen of the phone, time passed by one minute by one, getting closer and closer to two o'clock in the morning.

  One leg of the young man hung down and shook it gently, with a black backpack beside his leg.

  The backpack was bulging, the zipper could not be fully closed, and a shovel handle protruded.

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  [Excerpts from Interview Records · Slow Delivery of Difficult Times:

  Why is it called Time Slow Delivery instead of Time Express?

  Express means that after the express is sent, its transportation speed must be faster than your own. If an express is sent from Hangzhou to Shanghai, you can deliver it within two days through China Post, which is called express delivery.

  But if you are carrying the express and walking along the expressway to the destination step by step, and you arrive at the same time as the goods, then it is not called express delivery.

  The movement in space can be accelerated, but the movement in time cannot be accelerated.

When Poplar dug a deep hole in the lawn, put the time capsule in it, and filled it with the soil, the time velocity of the capsule was no different from that of him. There was no time tunnel in the pit that went straight for twenty years. In the time axis Above, the movement speed of the poplar and the capsule are exactly the same.

  The two are moving forward at the same time. Tomorrow Baiyang will see the capsule in its place, and next year it will still be in its place, and ten years later, it will still be there.

  It does not go faster than you. After sending it twenty years later, you will also need to spend twenty years.

  Wait for it to arrive at its destination, to wait until the sky is old.

Looking at the entire incident from beginning to end, for Bai Yang, the first time delivery was undoubtedly the most difficult. Because he couldn't understand the rules and mechanisms, and was completely blind to touch the elephant, he did a lot of useless work—even though Bai Yang thought himself at the time. He was quite meticulous, and he had taken into account all the influencing factors that could be taken into consideration, and avoided all possible interference, but he ultimately failed.

  The other party did not find anything.

  He didn’t understand why. The only reason before him was that Pinellia was lying, so after the first time capsule delivery failed, Bai Yang’s suspicion of Pinellia rose to the highest point.

  So what were you thinking?

I asked.

   Is Pinellia lying? Teasing you?

  The guy sitting across from him groaned for a few seconds, then turned his head out of the window. I couldn't see his eyes, I could only see him nodding:

  The first reaction is this.

  In the second half of 2020, one day during the National Holiday in October, the author visited the person for the first time. At this time, half a year has passed since everything was over.

  Meihua Villa 11 is a very old building with a total of eight floors. There is no elevator. When you enter from the door of the unit building, you can see a rusty mailbox hanging on the wall, and a dilapidated road bike parked against the wall. Climb up the stairs step by step. The eighth floor is on the top floor. There is a clothesline in the corridor with wet clothes hanging on the rope.

I knocked on the iron door of the 804 house, and it was a young boy who came to open the door—he was already a college student at this time. He was wearing a simple black short-sleeved shirt, his hair was a bit disheveled, and slippers were under his feet. From his first glance, I knew this was the person I was looking for, because this young man was exactly the same as the poplar I imagined in my mind, but he stared at me suspiciously for a long time, perhaps thinking about the wind and dust in front of me. Is the servant man the author who had a long conversation with him on WeChat last night?

  Bai Yang took the author into his room. He said that he was the only one in the house now, and his parents had left him to travel.

  The room is a study and a bedroom at the same time. There is not much space. It is just enough for two people to turn around.

  The author's gaze was quickly attracted by a black behemoth on the bookshelf, which looked like some kind of large radio.

That is…

I asked.

  The author hasn’t seen the meritorious amateur radio station that may have saved the world, so I can’t help but be curious.

  Ah, that’s not two or five.

  Bai Yang smiled.

  It was IcR8600, which was given to me by someone from the committee, but the abductee was taken away by the people from Nantah University, and they wanted to study.

  When the first time slow delivery was mentioned in the interview, Bai Yang pondered for a long time and raised a question to the author:

  Tianrui teacher, what is the slow delivery of time in your imagination?

I froze for a moment.

  What is time slow delivery like? Probably dig a hole in the ground, bury something in it, bury it for twenty years, and then the other party will dig it out again?

Is it that simple? Poplar asked.

  How complicated can that be? Isn't it that simple?

Teacher Rui, let’s imagine a situation that day. Bai Yang said, suppose you live in twenty years and I want to give you something. I now have an idea in my mind and I decide to bury the time capsule downstairs tonight, but Before I buried it, I used the radio to notify you and asked you to dig. Do you think it can be digged?

  I frowned, thinking carefully.

Teacher Tianrui, do you have this idea: For people twenty years later, what has happened now is history, so although this era has not been buried yet, it seems to people in the future that the capsule has already been buried. ten years?

   Bai Yang smiled.

  I was taken aback and nodded.

  In fact, this cannot happen, because it is impossible to dig. Bai Yang said, I spent a long time groping and trying, and the first law I summarized-I called the three laws of time slow delivery, the first law, which is "the first prerequisite for the success of time slow delivery is the sender You must know the definite information about the location of the shipment, or the status of the shipment must be definite, including space coordinates and time coordinates."

  On the operational level, the sender must actually bury the capsule before it has the prerequisite for slow delivery. Bai Yang said that before it is buried, its state is uncertain. As long as there is uncertainty, the slow delivery of time has a probability of failure.

  After finishing speaking, Bai Yang summed up one more sentence:

All in all, any attempt to deliver the capsule before the capsule is buried is free of discussion, and one vote is rejected, just like the example I just cited. Although I am planning to bury the capsule at night, there are 10,000 reasons to delay this matter before I act, such as Said that I changed my mind temporarily, or suffered a fracture when I fell downstairs.

  The author digested these words for a while, and then realized a problem:

  The first time you made a slow delivery, you bury the capsule and then notify Banxia. This fully meets the conditions, why did it fail?

  Bai Yang sighed lightly and asked another question:

Teacher Tianrui, imagine another situation. You are still living twenty years later, and I live in modern times. You talk to me on the radio and ask me to bury the capsule somewhere, and then you go to dig... you Can you dig it?

He did not leave time for the author to interrupt, and went straight to say: If it can be found, there is a paradox here, Teacher Tianrui, you live in the future, I live in the modern age, your request is the cause, I Embedding the capsule is an effect. How can the cause happen behind the effect? Isn't this causal relationship reversed?

  The author is completely immersed in thinking at this time.

  And Bai Yang took this problem one step further in a more absurd direction:

  Tianrui teacher, you dig a hole on the outdoor lawn, and then use the radio to inform me that I will bury a capsule in the same place. What will happen?

  A capsule suddenly popped out of the empty pit?

  The author is more and more surprised.

  This question is indeed absurd, but it is difficult to explain.

  If I live twenty years later, I face a white wall and use the radio to tell Bai Yang to draw a picture on the same wall through time, what will happen to the white wall in front of me?

  Suddenly turned into a painting?

  I shook my head, saying that I couldn’t figure it out and couldn’t explain it.

   can only wait for Bai Yang to decrypt it.

  No need to explain. Bai Yang has deciphered it, because all this will not happen, there will be no paradoxes. After you live for twenty years, use the radio to tell me to bury the capsule, but you will not dig it. You will dig a hole and let me be in the same place. The location of the capsule is buried, the pit will not change in any way, it is still an empty pit.

  According to this, if I live twenty years later and see a white wall, and then use the radio to tell you to draw on the same white wall, the white wall I see will still not change?

I asked.

  Yes, it is still a white wall. Bai Yang nodded, it wouldn't happen such a weird thing that suddenly turned into a painting out of thin air.

  Why is this happening?

  The author is quite surprised.

  There is no paradox, which is indeed a little easier to understand, but why doesn’t that wall have any changes? Where are the paintings painted twenty years ago?

  The reason for this problem is the same as the reason why my first time slow delivery failed. Bai Yang sighed, he suddenly straightened his face and said to the author in a very serious tone:

  Because it violates the second law of the three laws of time. ]

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   That night, Banxia turned on the radio and waited until three o’clock in the morning before she didn’t go to bed. How could she sleep at such a critical juncture?

  She didn’t want to wait for a moment.

The girl is lying on the table, wearing headphones, listening to the small electrical noise, just like sitting on the beach listening to the endless waves. In the endless sea of ​​electromagnetic waves, Pinellia stands on tiptoe and looks out. She hopes to see a The mast of a small boat appeared on the horizon, and that boat would bring an important message.

  I don’t know how long I waited until the familiar voice rang in the channel, and Banxia suddenly came to mind.

  The other party is panting, don't talk nonsense, and directly report the position:

  "The promenade of the community square is at the end of the west side, under the floor tile in the middle!"

   Banxia took off the headphones and ran out.

At three o'clock in the morning, she took a shovel and a knife into the grass of Qi people. The square of the Meihua Villa community has long been indistinguishable from its original appearance. The promenade that Bai Yang said was also submerged by wild weeds. The teacher told me. She shouldn't drill in, because there are snakes inside and the whole village eats snakes, but Pinellia can't manage so many, she is full of the floor tiles now.

  The position provided by Baiyang was accurate enough, and Pinellia quickly found the piece of turn, and inserted the blade of a small knife into the gap between the bricks, and it was indeed loose.

  She was pleasantly surprised.

  The girl pried up the floor tiles hard, and then waved the shovel to dig. The more she digs, the more excited she gets. What will it be?

food?

  But I don’t lack food.

for drink?

  Drinks can’t be stored for too long, right?

  Medications?

  It’s just a painkiller. Give me more painkillers.

  Banxia muttered in excitement, while digging down vigorously, swinging a shovel like the wind, but digging and digging, she realized that something was wrong.

  Dig deep, but there is nothing.

  What about things?

  Is it because I got the wrong position? Or did he remember the position wrong?

  Banxia began to dig surrounding floor tiles again.

  Prying up the second floor tile next to him, panting and digging to the depth of his knees, he still found nothing except the stone.

  Dig the third piece.

  The fourth block.

  Prying up the floor tiles of the promenade one by one, Pinellia used a shovel to dig deeply.

no.

no.

no.

nothing.

  Why are there none?

  This night, in the middle of the summer, I dug frantically all the floor tiles of the half-length corridor, dug out of mud, embarrassed, and dripping with blood on my hands, and finally found nothing.

  She leaned against the pillars of the long corridor exhausted, looking at the sun rising between the tall buildings, her eyes blank and desperate.

  (End of this chapter)