White armor

Chapter 754 Ye Qing... is gone... Your name is Ye Qingmei?

Ground Control Center: "Lunar Palace-1, this is Chang'an Flight Control Center, requesting a T-30 minute system status confirmation. Over."

Ye Qingqing quickly scanned the instrument panel, checking the system status: "Flight Control Center, Lunar Palace-1 received. Initiating full system final state check. Over."

Flight Control Center: "Confirmed. First, perform an ECS system status check. Over."

Ye Qingqing's finger swiped across the touch panel, completing the ECS system status check: "Report, Environmental Control System: Chamber pressure maintained at 1013.25 hPa ± 0.5, oxygen partial pressure 21.3 kPa, CO2 concentration 0.04%, temperature control system 26℃ ± 0.2. Over."

Flight Control Center: "Received. Please check the propulsion subsystem. Over."

Ye Qingqing turned to the right-hand control panel: "Main engine precooling complete. Fuel tank pressure 4.2 MPa, oxidizer tank pressure 4.0 MPa. RCS nozzle self-test passed. Over."

Flight Control Center: "Navigation system status. Over."

Ye Qingqing then checked the holographic projection data: "Four-redundant IMU calibration complete, BeiDou-3 positioning accuracy 0.03m, Micius quantum link locked, star sensor acquires six navigation satellites. Over."

Flight Control Center: "Deep testing of the communication system. Over."

Ye Qingqing quickly switched channels: "Main S-band downlink signal strength 94%, signal-to-noise ratio 12dB, 1.2GHz band interference detected. Switched to UHF backup link, current bit error rate 1E-7. Quantum encryption channel established stably. Over."

Flight Control Center: "Interference avoidance confirmed successful. Launch escape system confirmed. Over."

Ye Qingqing simultaneously operated two confirmation switches with both hands: "Escape tower ignition circuit self-test complete, safety mechanism released, acceleration threshold set to 9.5G. All TLS indicators are green. Over."

Flight Control Center: "Lunar Palace 1, all systems confirmed. You are now in T-28-minute wait status. Keep the channel clear and await further instructions. Over."

Ye Qingqing: "Lunar Palace One, understood. Remain on standby. Over."

Communication was temporarily interrupted, and only the faint buzzing of the equipment could be heard inside the cabin.

In the past few years, with the development of quantum superposition technology that has improved the calculation of quantum superposition states from microseconds and milliseconds to minutes and hours, this technology has made rapid progress.

Last year, when a quantum communication device was placed in a quantum superposition state environment, the device exhibited subtle changes.

Ye Qingqing believes that the device has traveled through time, existing in one of two overlapping states: either present or absent. It is unknown where the device has traveled to.

This technology can now stably maintain the superposition state for about one month.

Ye Qingqing was the first person to attempt quantum superposition.

She checked her own life support equipment, as well as the AI ​​robot beside her and some equipment that Ye Qingqing needed to carry.

Ye Qingqing carried the anti-materiel weapon she had used in the Far East on the lunar satellite.

Although it will consume more energy, who knows what will happen after entering the quantum superposition state? It's better to be prepared.

Senior brother Luo Hao also helped me make some preparations. The AI ​​robot contained the secrets of traditional Chinese medicine acupuncture and all the knowledge of Chinese herbal medicine in the current database.

In some corner, there is even the complete contents of the legendary doomsday book.

Ye Qingqing checked with the ground command center, verifying every detail at least twice.

Everything is correct.

Ye Qingqing took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She recalled what she needed to do and considered many possibilities.

If only we could walk through time, even though current scientific theories say that time doesn't exist, and what exists is length.

Whether she can ascend or descend to a higher dimension is not important; Ye Qingqing only wants to see a scene completely different from the mortal world.

Even if there is a high probability that he will perish and his life will end.

Rather than living an ordinary life, she believed it was better to live a life of great passion and excitement – ​​this was Ye Qingqing's unwavering conviction.

"Qingqing, good luck." This was the blessing that came from the ground command center.

Just like conducting experiments in a laboratory, in the end everything is a mystery, and all we can do now is offer our blessings.

“开启迭加态，5~4~3~2~1~”

Ye Qingqing's vision suddenly distorted.

An unresolved chaotic spectrum exploded on the retina. It was not the refraction or reflection of any visible light, but the "underlying color" revealed after the spacetime structure itself was torn apart—a "primary color" that transcended human color perception.

She instinctively closed her eyes, but it was pointless.

These lights were not transmitted through the optic nerve, but were directly imprinted deep within her consciousness. Purple was no longer purple, red was no longer red; all colors were constantly being recombined in collapse and superposition, like the afterimages of billions of stars being born and annihilated simultaneously.

"So this is what 'five colors blind the eye' means..."

Ye Qingqing vaguely recalled Lao Tzu's proverb. Perhaps that old man, the Keeper of the Archives of the Zhou Dynasty, had also glimpsed the cracks in time and space?

Her body felt strangely light. There was no tearing sensation, no oppressive acceleration, and she even lost the clear perception of her "limbs." She felt as if she had been broken down into elementary particles, or as if she had expanded into the entire universe.

The surrounding space begins to "narrate"—

Fragments of time fell like snowflakes:
One frame is the twilight of the dinosaur era, with the silhouette of a pterosaur streaking across the blood-red sunset;

One frame shows the neon lights of a future city, with floating traffic weaving a net of light between glass skyscrapers;

For a moment, she even saw another "self" debugging equipment at the lunar base...

All the images exhibit the unique blurriness of quantum decoherence, like a probability cloud before it is observed, which only briefly condenses when her consciousness passes by.

Suddenly, a kind of "tension" that transcends dimensions begins to emerge.

Space is like a piece of paper crumpled by an invisible hand, folding in the eleventh dimension to form a Klein bottle-like topological structure.

She is simultaneously "inside the bottle" and "outside the bottle," and can sense that "Ye Qingqing" in countless parallel worlds is making different choices.

Strange noises were ringing in her ears. Ye Qingqing contacted the ground command center through the communication equipment and found that both the radio and quantum communication equipment had failed.

The Micius satellite also lost contact, and she began to wake up the AI ​​robot beside her.

"Zhu Wu, Zhu Wu, are you alright?"

“I’m... okay,” the AI ​​robot replied.

The AI ​​robot used a question with an affirmative tone, and Ye Qingqing sighed.

She knew that the AI ​​robot had vaguely developed self-awareness, but this was not her responsibility and involved highly confidential information, so Ye Qingqing did not know the specifics.

The AI ​​robot beside her resembled her senior brother Luo Hao, but unfortunately, he hadn't yet managed to make the eyes look realistic, which left Ye Qingqing somewhat disappointed.

"You have self-awareness now? Do you remember when you took me to the wild lake when I was a freshman?" Ye Qingqing suddenly asked.

“I… am confused,” Zhu Wu replied.

"Do you remember Zhu Da? Is he alright?"

Amidst the bizarre and fantastical scene, Ye Qingqing didn't conduct any experiments; instead, she pressed the AI ​​robot beside her for answers.

She had a feeling that AI robots would undergo unexpected changes in quantum superposition states.

Ye Qingqing even considered that Zhu Wu might suddenly speak to her in the tone of her senior brother Luo Hao, or even that Luo Hao's thought system might be "captured."

"Zhu Da is in Harbin, and Zhu Zi is in the Qinling Mountains. I am currently having dinner with Professor Luo, Elder Chai, and Elder Zhou."

"Huh?" Ye Qingqing was taken aback.

"I feel like I've entered a mysterious world, Comrade Ye Qingqing," the AI ​​robot said softly.

At this moment, it underwent an unexpected change, and it made no attempt to conceal it.

The voice was the same as Luo Hao's, but Ye Qingqing felt extremely unfamiliar with it, neither familiar nor friendly.

It sounded like a stranger speaking with Luo Hao's accent was communicating with Ye Qingqing.

"Zhu Wu, may I open my eyes?"

"Yes, the test shows the protection is effective. You can take a look."

Ye Qingqing opened her eyes.

In an instant, a flood of information rushed in, almost causing Ye Qingqing's brain to crash.

It's not something seen with the eyes, but rather a special kind of signal capture. The moment you open your eyes, you "see" countless things.

It is life, it is time, it is the past and the future.

Ye Qingqing immediately closed her eyes, ceasing to receive content from within that dimension.

"Zhu Wu, what did you see?" Ye Qingqing asked after a long pause.

"Comrade Ye Qingqing, are you referring to the past, the present, or the future?"

"Anything is fine, just talk to me, I almost died just now."

“I saw you playing with Professor Luo when you were little, and I saw him helping you with your homework, but your father was very unhappy and chased you two through the alley with a broom.”

Ye Qingqing smiled as she recalled that scene.

“It has been modified during this period,” the AI ​​robot suddenly said.

"Change? It can be changed?" Ye Qingqing asked.

"Yes, Professor Luo received the AI ​​system transmitted from his future self and made corresponding adjustments. The adjustments were minor, and the timeline will not be distorted due to changes in energy."

"cut."

Ye Qingqing smiled; this was indeed something her senior brother could do.

Ye Qingqing understood this logic too; the past, present, and future all occur simultaneously, making life truly quite boring.

“That’s one possibility. I also see another possibility: Professor Luo stayed at Peking Union Medical College Hospital after graduation, and the two of you got married.”

"Me? With him?" Ye Qingqing was taken aback.

“Yes,” the AI ​​robot replied, “there are almost infinite other possibilities as well.”

Ye Qingqing couldn't believe that her marriage to Luo Hao was real and possible; she opened her eyes.

Consciousness floats and sinks in quantum foam.

What she felt first was not sight or hearing, but a sense of topological dislocation—as if someone had disassembled her neurons into countless probability waves and then randomly scattered them into eleven-dimensional hyperspace.

Her "body" is no longer a whole, but diffuses into a blurry range of observation possibilities, like a turbulent cloud of electrons, oscillating simultaneously in the gaps of countless parallel spacetimes.

The information was directly imprinted into her consciousness.

That was not light, not sound, but the tremor of the very structure of spacetime. She "saw" that her left hand was burning on the surface of a red giant, while her right hand was immersed in a dark matter cloud at absolute zero;
In one version, she was torn apart by gravitational tides outside the event horizon of a black hole, while in another version, she is piloting a generational spaceship towards the Andromeda Galaxy.
All possibilities are simultaneously true and simultaneously false, collapsing into reality only when an observer appears—but there is no observer here.

She was alone, a fragmented "observation point" soaked in quantum foam.

She tried to focus her attention, trying to see a certain future clearly.

But each attempt was like trying to catch a particle of light in a hologram with your finger—the moment her thoughts touched a possibility, the world line immediately forked, twisted, and collapsed into a more chaotic superposition state.

The deluge of data began to breach her mental firewall.

It started as a trickle: she sensed the muscle twitching of the first fish on Earth 4.5 million years ago when it crawled onto land;

The gravitational wave song emitted by an alien civilization while building a Dyson sphere;
The encrypted signals of civilization hidden in the cosmic microwave background radiation then turned into a tsunami;

The memories of all "Ye Qingqing" from infinite parallel universes flooded in simultaneously;

Quantum noise of virtual particle pairs boiling in a vacuum;
The entropy increase arrow reverses and the fundamental force coupling constant oscillates violently.

Her prefrontal cortex began to overheat.

Biological neurons cannot process this level of non-temporal information flow, much like trying to solve partial differential equations with an abacus.

Her self-protection mechanism kicked in, and she began to "forget"—not to lose her memories, but to actively fold incomprehensible dimensions into the black hole of her subconscious.

In the last nanosecond before losing consciousness, she vaguely realized:

She was floating in the ground state of Hilbert space, while a macroscopic quantum state far beyond human comprehension had just performed a decoherent measurement on her.

Then--

dark.

Absolute, sweet darkness.

……

Ye Qingqing's consciousness slowly emerged from the chaos, and a sharp pain shot through her right leg.

She suddenly opened her eyes, and the quantum glow remaining on her retina gradually dissipated, revealing a clear blue sky that was almost unreal.

Three rays of sunlight slanted through the gaps in the clouds—wait, three rays?

She suddenly realized that it was not sunlight, but a beam of light reflected from three giant glass mirrors embedded in a tall building in the distance.

A faint scent of sandalwood and some kind of metallic oxidation wafted in the air, while the clear sound of copper bells from the eaves drifted from afar.

The bluestone slab beneath my palm felt cool to the touch.

Ye Qingqing propped herself up and found herself lying in a dark alley.

The gray brick walls on both sides were covered with vines she had never seen before—the edges of the leaves were shiny, and there was a faint blue light flowing through the veins.

Ye Qingqing looked down at her leg injury; blood had soaked half of her skirt. In a daze, she realized that this body did not seem to be her original one—the skin was more delicate, the bones more slender, yet it carried a strange aura.

She'd transmigrated! She really had! Ye Qingqing was ecstatic. The data from the lab was correct! She had successfully transmigrated!
As memories receded like the tide, she desperately tried to grasp at the last moments of clarity.

But Ye Qingqing did not faint; the pain in her legs became increasingly clear, proving that she was a living person.

Three boys, around ten years old, were already standing at the entrance of the alley.

The young master in the middle, dressed in a black brocade robe, stood with his hands behind his back. His face, though still showing signs of immaturity, held a pair of chilling, eagle-like eyes. That gaze reminded Ye Qingqing of the imposing demeanor of the young emperor scrutinizing his officials in Yan Liben's "Portraits of Emperors Through the Ages" from the Tang Dynasty, housed in the Palace Museum.

"Where do you come from, young lady?" The young master's voice still carried a childish tone, but his words were as sharp as metal striking stone.

He placed his right hand on his waist—where a gilded and silver-inlaid token hung, with vaguely familiar characters visible on it.

Ye Qingqing instinctively reached out to her side; the box was still there.

This action caused the boy dressed as a guard on the left to instantly draw a strangely shaped short sword, the blade of which gleamed with a faint blue light—clearly a murder weapon forged with uranium ore powder mixed in.

"I..." She was stunned as soon as she opened her mouth. She found herself speaking the official language of the era, with a slight accent from Danzhou on her tongue.

As she picked up a dry twig and drew words on the ground, a sudden sharp pain shot through the meridians of her wrist—a domineering internal energy was resisting her actions.

The twigs scraped against the bluestone slabs, creating tiny sparks. After a brief moment of clarity, Ye Qingqing's mind began to fog up.

Having experienced time travel, a massive amount of data was folded up in Ye Qingqing's brain, and she has not yet adapted to this state.

"Young lady, who exactly are you?" asked Lang Sheng, the handsome young man in the middle dressed in black.

That imposing, dignified demeanor was almost tangible.

Ye Qingqing tried to write her name on the ground.

But as soon as she started writing, her mind began to swirl, like a lump of paste, and a dizzying, powerless feeling enveloped her entire body.

"My name is Ye...Qing..."

When I think of the third word, countless images flash before my eyes: clones in a cultivation chamber, holographic star maps on the domes of majestic buildings, and a newly born civilization after a nuclear explosion.

Ye Qingqing had a splitting headache, and in the end, she didn't finish writing the last word.

"It's gone," Ye Qingqing murmured.

"Ye Qingmei?" The round-faced child was elbowed by his companion as soon as he uttered the question. The third boy, who had been silent all along, suddenly squatted down and secretly tested Zhu Wu beside him with a stone that slid out of his sleeve.

The young master's pupils contracted sharply. He could clearly see that the stitches on the woman's "Hu clothing" were so fine that they seemed impossible for a human to do, and that there was a blind servant beside her.

"Ye Qingmei?" Just as the young master slowly uttered this name, a mechanical wooden kite flew across the sky above the city, casting a shadow that enveloped the woman's pale face.

Years later, when he had become Emperor Qing, he would still see in this nightmare the starlight that flashed in her eyes when she looked up that day, a light that did not belong to this era.

"Oh, not bad." The little boy in the middle nodded slightly, looking at Zhu Wu like a young tiger.

He had a black cloth covering his eyes, making him look blind.

But the little boy in the middle, who was addressed as His Highness, looked at the AI ​​robot with considerable vigilance, his hand already resting on the dagger at his waist.

"Then what's his name?"

The AI ​​robot also imitated Ye Qingqing's actions, picking up a twig and writing two words on the ground.

Ye Qingqing writes her words vertically, while the AI ​​robot writes them horizontally.

竹，
Fives.
"Your Highness, his name is Wu Zhu," the little boy said happily.

"Pingping, come back."

Ye Qingqing felt a little better at this point. She noticed that her body had shrunk, and she seemed to have turned into a little girl.

The injury on his leg is a bit serious.

Infection, bacteremia—these kinds of words popped into Ye Qingqing's mind.

"Ye Qingmei, are you alright?" the little boy in the middle asked.

Ye Qingqing ignored him, but the name Wu Zhu awakened some memories.

"Wu Zhu? That sounds better than Zhu Wu. Which book is it from?" Ye Qingqing thought for a moment and exclaimed, "Wu Zhu?"

"I'm here," the AI ​​robot replied, accepting the settings immediately.

"Please treat my wound."

The AI ​​robot received the instruction and began treating Ye Qingqing's leg injury.

After the acupuncture stopped the bleeding, the AI ​​robot turned around and faced the little boy who ran over to look at the words. "Your name is Pingping?"

"Chen Pingping!"

"Do you have any oranges? The bad ones." the AI ​​robot asked.

"What do you want to do with this? I have some wound medicine here." Chen Pingping took out a small bag from her bosom.

The little boy in the middle didn't stop him, but watched quietly.

"I want rapeseed oil and rotten oranges."

Seeing that Wu Zhu insisted, Chen Pingping glanced at the little boy in the middle, who nodded slightly, then turned and ran, shouting as she ran, "Wait for me, I'll go get it."

Ye Qingqing looked around curiously, especially at her changed appearance. As time passed, her mind cleared up, and she gradually remembered more things.

With the box beside her, Ye Qingqing opened it, glanced at it, and then closed it again.

The anti-materiel weapon was inside, along with some other things I had prepared myself.

It seems I have indeed traveled through time.

"Are you from the Qing Kingdom?" Ye Qingqing asked tentatively.

“Yes! My surname is Fan,” another little boy said.

Ye Qingqing accidentally touched her forehead and sighed.

Is everything for Daqing? That's fucking ridiculous.

Instead of traveling to another dynasty, he traveled into a book.

But the world in the book is two-dimensional. For three-dimensional humans, flipping through this book will allow them to understand the cause and effect.

Do people in a four-dimensional world see themselves as if they are flipping through a book?
The reason I didn't travel to a higher-dimensional world is probably because my energy is insufficient, or that I can only descend to a lower dimension and find it extremely difficult to ascend.

Countless thoughts raced through Ye Qingqing's mind.

Soon, Chen Pingping returned carrying a large pile of moldy oranges and a bucket of rapeseed oil.

"And the rice water too."

"Hey! Can you finish your sentence in one go?!" Chen Pingping looked at the AI ​​robot with displeasure.

But the little boy in the middle saw that the bleeding on Ye Qingmei's leg had stopped after the acupuncture, so he raised his hand to tell Chen Pingping not to speak and to continue preparing.

Zhu Wu evenly applied the rice water to the moldy orange, and then scraped some substance from near the wound on Ye Qingqing's leg and applied it to the orange as well.

"We'll have to wait a while longer," Zhu Wu and Ye Qingqing said.

"Making your own penicillin?"

"Ah."

"Did you type this in, senior brother?" Ye Qingqing smiled.

"Yes, Professor Luo prepared for a long time, and didn't know if it would be useful. Now it seems quite practical," the AI ​​robot replied.

"Right, Zhu Wu, Wu Zhu, Wu Zhu sounds better. But Zhu Da can't be called Da Zhu, it sounds too awful. Senior brother's naming skills are really bad, every single one of them is unpleasant," Ye Qingqing mocked.

"Wu Zhu, can you get in touch with him?"

"No, but the ground command center is initiating a recall process for residual quantum communication data analysis."

"how long?"

"Converted to the timeframe here, it's roughly twenty years or a little over. If you need it, I can calculate it right away, but if the energy can't sustain it, I won't be able to protect you anymore."

"No, there's no need." Ye Qingqing looked at the little boy in the middle with great interest. Was this little guy the father of her child?

They look so fresh and clean, I can't bring myself to touch them.

"It's better to cultivate a relationship," Ye Qingqing thought to herself.

……

……

"Ye Qingqing is unconscious. Prepare to end the experiment."

"But her brainwave energy is very active."

"The AI ​​robot is also constantly calculating, so it must have entered another world."

In the ground command center, countless data were being calculated, and people were reporting on the current situation and AI analysis of Ye Qingqing's condition on the lunar satellite from time to time.

Another world, it sounds a bit strange, but the people here are not surprised, as if they all think this is the most normal thing.

The data analysis results were compiled, and Ye Qingqing's vital signs were monitored in the lunar satellite. Everyone was very curious about what Ye Qingqing was going through.

The quantum superposition state can last for twenty-one days, and the amount of information transmitted through quantum communication devices is not much, since the superposition state must be maintained and the experiment cannot collapse prematurely.

……

"Little Conch Shell, be nicer to the bamboo in the future." Boss Chai refused the tissue Luo Hao offered, and reached out to wipe the oil from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

Luo Hao sighed. This was a will, not a doctor's order.

"Why are you sighing? That's ridiculous," Boss Chai said disdainfully. "You two should get married soon. If you don't get married, the deputy director position is basically your ceiling."

"Boss, I'm pursuing a research career."

"I don't care about the route, as long as I have the chance, I can still see your child."

"What's so interesting about that?" Luo Hao thought to himself.

As they were talking, someone approached from a distance.

They are the villagers here.

He walked in a rather strange way, pouring water onto his feet as he went.

I had to pour some water on my feet every ten or so steps.

This is?

Chen Yong was taken aback, and subconsciously reached out to start calculating.

“Little Conch Shell, I’m testing you. Can you tell what illness that person has?” Boss Chai asked.

Luo Hao smiled and looked at "Xiao Meng".

“Boss Chai, that person was probably infected with the Medina worm. This parasite mainly lives in Africa. A few years ago, there were reports of it being found in Sichuan and Chongqing. It is estimated that it was brought by someone who came back from Africa.”

"This is so boring." Boss Chai shook his head. "The AI ​​database is too comprehensive; it even includes this kind of disease."

“Boss, being more comprehensive is a good thing,” Luo Hao said with a smile. “If a strange patient walks into an unmanned hospital, do you really want to be unable to tell what's wrong with them?”

"Luo Hao, why is he pouring water on his legs and feet?" Chen Yong asked, puzzled.

“The worms in Medina are about to emerge. They like moist air and a humid environment will be calmer, which means the pain will be reduced.”

"Huh? I don't understand." Chen Yong said frankly.

"Sigh." Luo Hao stood up and called the villager from Zhongnan over.

The villagers were overjoyed to see the bamboo, but Luo Hao refused their request to pet it.

"You've been sick. How long have your feet been hurting?" Luo Hao asked.

"It's been going on for several months, and it's getting more and more painful."

"Don't move," Luo Hao said, glancing at the bosses.

"I'll do it, let's get the bugs out." Boss Chai wiped his hands haphazardly on his clothes and picked up a wooden stick.

Wooden stick?

Chen Yong was taken aback. Did he mean to use a stick to pick out some kind of insect?

Boss Zhou didn't care at all what Boss Chai and Luo Hao were going to do. He was focused on rubbing the bamboo, his eyes full of affection.

"Xiao Meng" took out two pairs of sterile gloves.

"They even prepared sterile gloves?!" Boss Chai was somewhat surprised.

"It's a standard preparation, something we carry with us at all times, after all, we're doctors. Look, it's come in handy now," Luo Hao said with a smile.

"If the experiment goes well, we may have space equipment in the future, which would be very convenient to use on AI robots."

Luo Hao didn't think much of what Boss Chai said, but Chen Yong's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Space-age device? Storage bag?
That's a divine-level magic treasure in the cultivation world; even my master doesn't have one, he's only heard of it. And it's said that the storage capacity of the storage bag decreases over time, though I don't know if that's true or not.

But then I thought, if even lightning-struck wood can be mass-produced, it's not too hard to understand how some storage equipment could be made.

Knowing the rules, Chen Yong refrained from asking which institution conducted the research.

Although it's highly likely to be 209 institutions, but...

While he was still thinking, Chen Yong suddenly saw a ghostly scene, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

(End of this chapter)