"The moment the particle collider started, I kissed you through a hundred years of smoke."
The quantum storm in the laboratory of the University of Hong Kong opened a rift in time and space, and Zhang Wanting, a doctor of finance, fell into the bloody skirt of 1927. One second she was clutching the blood-stained collar of her boyfriend Chu Nian's shirt, and the next second her military boots had run over the gilt piping of her peacock cheongsam - the barrel of warlord Wu Yichen's gun was pressed against her heart, but the bullet was engraved with the serial number of a modern arsenal.
The left hand is Chu Nian's last bloody love letter before disappearing, and the right hand is the engagement film in Wu Yichen's battle-damaged pocket watch——
The Browning pistol at the banquet of the Republic of China fired the warhead of the Hong Kong serial murders; on the broken observation screen of the laboratory, Gu Qingwan's birthmark was burning and spreading with Zhang Wanting's heartbeat. When the arms train code appeared in Chu Nian's sketchbook, and the telegraph machine in Wu Yichen's secret room printed the financial code for 2023, she was shocked to realize that this love had long been written into the conspiracy theory of the intersection of dual time and space.
Every touch in the particle storm is tampering with the fate of two centuries——
The cherry blossom kiss marks on Wutong Road are imprinted on the Hunan embroidery screen of Gu Mansion, and white coats and military coats are flying in the quantum entanglement. The crescent scar on Wu Yichen's battle-damaged collarbone perfectly matched the crack on the jade pendant around Chu Nian's neck; the potassium cyanide that Gu Qingwan swallowed to prevent the arms deal caused the Xifu Begonia to wither instantly in the modern laboratory. The thirty days since Chu Nian disappeared corresponded to the countdown to the assassination of Marshal Wu...
When scientific formulas become the code of troubled times, who is the only solution to love?
