When the laboratory alarm suddenly sounded, Lin Mo was staring at the code on the screen in trance. His white coat was blown by the ventilation system, and he suddenly felt a needle-like sting on the back of his neck.
"Warning! The quantum entanglement field exceeds the critical value!" The mechanical female voice pierced the eardrums. The moment Lin Mo turned around, he saw the liquid metal in the culture chamber being kneaded by invisible hands, and a whirlpool glowing with blue light was taking shape.
His pupils shrank suddenly - this was not the scene in the experimental plan at all. The tempered glass of the culture chamber began to crack, and the liquid metal turned into a silver snake and wrapped around his wrist. Lin Mo struggled to press the emergency brake, but found that his fingers were becoming transparent.
"Space-time coordinates 1931.9.17, Hongkou District, error radius 500 meters." The electronic sound from nowhere resonated in the skull. The lights in the laboratory began to flicker, and before complete darkness fell, the last thing Lin Mo saw was a piece of flying glass shards, reflecting his dissipating face.
The moment the rancid sewage poured into his mouth and nose, Lin Mo realized that he was still alive. He lay on the damp bluestone floor and coughed violently. The sound of the rickshaw bell and Wu Nong's soft words flowed into his ears. Looking up, the bell of the Customs Building on the Bund is ringing the eighth time, and the Union Jack flag is flying on the Baroque dome.
"Twenty years of the Republic of China..." He stared at the "Declaration" waved by the newsboy, and the date on the front page made his stomach twitch.
