11. The Person Who Passed Away -- Adding More for JOKERRISING Brothers【7/7】

Two days later, Raccoon City Base, Precision Physics Laboratory.

The laboratory once shared by Dr. Bill and Dr. Hall has changed drastically.

Most of the experimental equipment has been relocated to another laboratory.

In this empty room, a black, weird, black round frame with layers of coupling, and a super-large instrument with countless chips beating are being built.

The precision omnics of the Mechanicus used the most precise movements to install those strange parts on the instrument according to the blueprint of the quantum tunnel designed by Dr. Pym.

With the capital investment of Black Light Investment Company regardless of cost, the construction speed of this instrument is very fast.

"What about the Core Diffraction Module?"

Hank Pym in a white coat anxiously grabbed his gray hair and shouted in the laboratory:

"Merlin's robot promises to bring it to me today!"

"Why haven't I seen it yet! Without the Core Diffraction, this instrument doesn't work at all! Damn it! Whose time does he think he's wasting?"

This angry roar startled Dr. Franklin Hall who was resting on the blueprints. He raised his head and looked at Bill Foster beside him. The latter shrugged at him.

"Pym is like this. Once he enters the laboratory, he looks like a tyrant who must control everything, but don't worry. He beat people when he was young, but now, he is old, and he can't lift his old arms and legs. .”

"Oh, is it so?"

Dr. Bill's voice was heard by Dr. Pym. The irritable old man gritted his teeth, grabbed the wrench at hand, and said:

"Are you going to try it? Damn Bill!"

"Be quiet, Pym!"

Dr. Bill also had a fire in his heart, and he roared:

"Do your job well, Jennifer is waiting for you."

The name is like the best blood pressure medicine.

After Dr. Bill said the name, the angry and anxious Pym immediately fell silent.

He threw away the wrench, and lay silently on the laboratory bench, staring at the blueprint in front of him without saying a word.

In the past 20 years, Dr. Pym has been conducting research alone. Because of the importance and threat of quantum tunneling, he dare not ask other people for help, resulting in extremely slow progress of this design.

Now, with the help of two excellent scientists, Bill and Hall, and the support of s..l.d.'s huge financial resources, the quantum tunnel model in the theoretical design was built extremely quickly.

Pim himself knew very well that now was the moment when he was closest to his goal of saving his wife, and if he could not complete this design here, he might not have another chance.

He is old.

Time was not kind to him.

"boom"

A few minutes later, the door of the laboratory was pushed open, and Icarus, the glasses girl, walked quickly to Pym, and handed him a black object in her hand.

"Core Diffraction."

Icarus says:

"We just got it, so we wasted a little time."

"Um?"

Dr. Pym picked up the black instrument and looked at it in his hand. He noticed that there was still a trace of blood on the surface of the instrument.

He looked at Icarus suspiciously, and said:

"How did you get it? I know that it has been held by a black market dealer in San Francisco for the past few months... that guy is not easy to talk to."

"Uh, you don't have to worry about that."

Icarus stretched out her fingers and wiped off the blood, she said gently:

"Don't judge other people with colored glasses, Dr. Pym, that gentleman is actually very reasonable."

"After learning that he will have a trip to hell, he is happy to use this thing to mortgage the cost of the ticket... Merlin asked me to tell you, Dr. Pym, if you need anything, just ask, and we will be the first time for you."

The glasses girl raised her head, glanced at the model of the quantum tunnel under construction, and said with satisfaction:

"Well, the progress is good, Raven will be satisfied."

"It just looks good."

Dr. Pym inserted the core diffractometer in his hand into the quantum computer for initial debugging.

While typing incomprehensible strings on the keyboard, he whispered:

"The problem of the core data algorithm is still unresolved. Bill and I have changed many ways of thinking, but none of them can fully simulate the rules of the quantum world. We have never been there...Without enough data support, we... "

"So, do I have to go to the quantum world once?"

Icarus also frowned.

She said to Dr. Pym:

"I heard that Ms. Jennifer was lost in the microscopic world because she was reduced to the subatomic level by the action of Pym particles. If you want to enter the quantum world, do you want to reproduce this process?"

"Yes, this is the most direct method."

Dr. Bill stood up and said to Icarus:

"But the problem is that once we shrink down to that point with Pym particles, we're likely to get lost in the microscopic world, as Jennifer was."

"I can handle this."

Merlin's voice suddenly appeared in the laboratory, only his voice was heard, but not the person.

Lord Raven said to the scientists:

"It only needs a timed recall rune. It's very simple. As long as your body is still there, no matter which world you enter, it can bring you back to reality."

"It's useless."

Dr. Pim said with four points of anxiety and three points of disdain:

"You are a magician, don't join in the fun! We are discussing scientific issues."

"Entering the microscopic world is completely different from entering other worlds as you understand it. In the subatomic level reduction, theoretically we are still in place, but all physical rules can no longer restrain us."

"For those of you who have no concept of quantum science, the microscopic world is beyond your imagination... Your magic is useless there!"

Merlin fell silent.

He has always respected people with knowledge.

Besides, Pym might be right.

After all, the quantum world is a new field that magicians have never explored. It is really hard to say whether magic can work there.

"However, Pim, Merlin has given us a new idea."

There was a twinkle in Dr. Bill's eye, and he said to Pym:

"If we add a time controller to your suit, or only store a small amount of Pym particles."

"In the process of entering the microscopic world and collecting necessary data, the time controller is activated, or the Pym particles are exhausted...the user will take the initiative to restore the human form and get rid of the subatomic state."

"It's useless!"

Pym gritted his teeth and said:

"It's been more than ten years, but your mind is still filled with nonsense!"

"Don't forget, the concept of time in the microscopic world is different from that in the real world! The time controller will fail, and the consumption rate of Pym particles in that state will be very slow."

"Ten seconds have passed in the real world, and several months may have passed in the microscopic world. In that chaotic state, the user will lose consciousness."

"Then let the omnic go."

Icarus blinked, and she said:

"Omnics will not lose consciousness. We generate thinking based on data. No one is more suitable than omnics for data collection. Give me a set of data. I will customize a special omnic model for you. You are not needed. Go on an adventure."

"this..."

Dr. Pym and Dr. Bill exchanged glances.

He said:

"Pym particles do work on omnics, but..."

"Nothing but!"

Icarus whispered:

"Unless you don't want to take back your wives and daughters."

The two doctors were silent for a few seconds. Finally, Pym nodded:

"Okay, wait a minute, we need a few hours to set the parameters, and besides, tell that magician who claims to be omnipotent, I need an assistant!"

"Environmental data in the microcosm is one thing, and setting quantum algorithms is another. This problem has stuck with me for several years. I need someone smart enough to help me set up a set of quantum algorithms that can be used in multiple situations. quantum algorithms."

"This is very important. If there is no algorithm support, even if we only make a good quantum periscope, it will be difficult to plan the correct infiltration path."

Dr. Pym said to Icarus with the mouth of a lion:

"Reed Richards, Tony Tucker, Bruce Banner, the more people like this, the better..."

"Of course, young people in this era have too many interests and they can't specialize in a specific field, which seriously affects what they can achieve."

The irritable doctor lamented:

"Well, if only Nathaniel was still around...his concentration and talents not inferior to his son Reed's will certainly help in this situation, but unfortunately, he has been missing for too many years, Maybe it's dead."

"Nathaniel Richards?"

Merlin's voice sounded again.

In the Mechanical Palace of the Wasteland Hell, a gleam of light flashed in the eyes of Raven Lord who was reading the book of Emperor Weishan.

He pondered for a moment, and said to Dr. Pym in the laboratory:

"If I help you find Nathaniel Richards, how long will it take you to work out that algorithm?"

"It's hard to say, but half a month should be enough."

Pim responded with a lack of confidence.

"What if Howard Stark is added? I heard he is also a genius."

Merlin asked again.

"Impossible! Howard is dead. I have seen his corpse with my own eyes."

Pym retorted:

"How do you find a dead man?"

"That's all I have to care about."

Merlin said softly:

"If those two people help you, 10 days, is it enough?"

"It should be... about the same."

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Under the Aegean Sea, in a cave that has been completely buried by gravel.

Merlin stood on the platform in front of the gate of Atlantis, holding a golden eagle-head staff with twin snakes intertwined in his hand, which was a token given to him by the dead demigod Lady Cassandra .

The person holding this staff is the gatekeeper of Atlantis.

Moreover, the person holding the magic staff will receive a steady stream of vitality supplements. In other words, as long as the staff is in hand, immortality is not vain.

But alas, it was of no use to Merlin.

The life of the heavenly father has broken through the concept of life form.

Ordinary vitality couldn't even be integrated into Merlin's body, like the difference between flowing gasoline and a high-tech compressed energy block.

Essentially both are fuels, but there is absolutely absolutely nothing the same between the two.

Merlin stood quietly on the dark platform, looking at the ancient city of Atlantis submerged in the mysterious sea behind the two statues of Poseidon in front of him.

The real Atlantis, the source of life under the sea.

He is not only missing the dead Ms. Cassandra, but also waiting for someone.

An old friend who disappeared for half a year.

"hum"

White light danced behind him, and when the dimensional rift opened, the female swordsman in white who hadn't seen him for a long time came out sadly.

Siria...

Daughter of an Elder who roams endless worlds, a witcher.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

Merlin hovered on the ground, he said softly:

"In the past few months, I wrote to you, called you, used magic links, and even tried to find a way to go to that frosty world...but I couldn't find you."

"Ciriya, tell me, did something happen?"

Cilia, who was carrying a long sword, seemed haggard.

The white bangs on both sides of her hair have become a bit messy, and there are obvious dark circles under her eyes. It seems that she has not been doing well for a while.

Facing Merlin's inquiry, Shiriya's lips moved, and she said in a hoarse voice:

"The Brotherhood of the Holy Shield...disbanded."

"During your last battle, we learned that those of us who thought we maintained the balance of the timeline were nothing more than playthings of higher will."

"Cassandra has seen through everything. The only meaning of our existence is to act as a pawn that interferes with your decision at the last moment of your destiny bet..."

"Those great missions, those so-called justices, are all fake! We never had them."

"We...we are just a group of shadows born in the darkness, and should not exist in this era."

Merlin frowned.

This is completely different from what he imagined.

He turned his head, looked at Xi Liya, and said:

"But the freedom I won is not only for this world, but also for you. You may be born because of that dog gambler, but now you have nothing to do with him. You can continue to do what you think is great. "

"You should believe what you believe in."

"Not everyone is as determined as you, Merlin."

Cilia pulled out a bad smile, and she said:

"We almost caused you to lose all the game... Such a mistake, once is enough, without us, the timeline will still maintain balance."

"Let's not talk about that."

Xi Liya breathed a sigh of relief, she sniffed, looked at Merlin, as if in a lifetime, she said:

"Did you come to me for something?"

"Help me find two people, two people who are dead but still alive."

Merlin stretched out his hand towards the dejected Cilia, and he said frankly:

"Also, Shiriya, don't feel sorry for me, we are friends, and friends don't talk about these things."

"And, if you really have nowhere to go..."

"Then come and work for me."

"In the shadows behind me, there will always be your place!"

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This update is over~Thank you brothers for your support in this difficult time, love you~