When I fell from the flashing lights of the modern courtroom into a pool of blood driving Qin Shihuang's east patrol,
The left hand holds the imperial edict for death and Fusu's death, and the right hand still retains the warmth of the keyboard when reporting on the mining disaster.
They call me "Zhao Gao"——
The traitor who described deer as horse in history books now wants to use my modern knowledge to continue the great Qin Dynasty.
Every time a Qin law is improved, a new line will be cut in the palm of the hand;
Every time I save a living being, the edict erases my mother's face from my memory.
Hu Hai is playing a game of dissecting locusts, which he calls "biology class practice";
Zhang Han's bronze sword exudes the blue light of a modern rifle under the moon;
Deep in the imperial mausoleum of Lishan Mountain, the Mohist mechanism is spinning binary secrets that do not belong to this era.
I can't tell what is corroding history,
After all, it is the fire that burns books and enslaves scholars.
Or the "civilization vaccine" brought by our seven time travellers.
When the starry sky begins to reflect the outlines of tall buildings in the twenty-first century,
I finally understood the last oral message of the First Emperor:
"Great Qin is the poison of history, and you—"
The meteorite scratches suddenly broke, much like the bribery evidence I tore up in court.
At this moment, the deer herds were neighing with quantum entanglement outside the palace.
