Starting as a Wallfacer, his defection to the Three-Body Problem shocked the world.

After Lin Xuan and Zhang Xiang got off the plane, they met an acquaintance at the airport.

"General Chang Weisi, why did you come to pick me up at the airport in person?"

Zhang Xiang seemed very surprised. Logically speaking, this kind of work shouldn't be done by someone of Chang Weisi's level. Although protecting the safety of the Wallfacers is important, Chang Weisi, as a high-ranking military commander, usually only needs to do behind-the-scenes work.

"You don't know yet, but London has just been attacked by the ETO."

Chang Weisi's expression was extremely serious, showing that his superiors took this matter very seriously.

"Ah, we know, but Lin Xuan took care of them all, didn't she?"

Zhang Xiang was somewhat puzzled. Wasn't Chang Weisi's news a bit too delayed? Almost four hours had passed. Did the Chinese military only just receive news of Lin Xuan's assassination attempt?

"It's not that. After you left, the ETO bombed the entire British Museum with a radioactive bomb. I just received the news that it's now a ruin."

Shock level from Zhang Xiang +5.

Zhang Xiang was shocked.

This is terrifying! Isn't ETO supposed to be just a few remnants left? How could they still have such powerful weapons?

If Lin Xuan had been even a step later, the consequences would have been unimaginable!

However, Chang Weisi's gaze swept towards Lin Xuan beside him, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"You don't seem too surprised by this?"

Lin Xuan was stunned for a moment before she realized what was happening.

"Um...ah, I was thinking about something else."

Chang Weisi's lips curled up slightly. He didn't say anything, but patted Lin Xuan's shoulder meaningfully.

"Is the item undamaged?"

Lin Xuan was taken aback. He stared at Chang Weisi for a long time before finally letting out an awkward smile.

"You know everything?"

Chang Weisi rolled his eyes.

"When the PDC unit reported that they were originally going to salvage some artifacts from the ruins, they searched for a long time but couldn't find a single thing, I knew that this matter was related to you."

Nobody's an idiot. If ETO really had such a powerful weapon, they should have used it when Lin Xuan and Hines met, instead of using it to blow up an empty museum after they had both left.

The only explanation is that the bomb wasn't planted by the ETO; it was most likely the work of some mischievous guy.

After learning that the museum's artifacts had been completely looted, everyone had a vague idea of ​​who had done it.

There was nothing they could do; Lin Xuan was just too much of a troublemaker, so it was impossible not to suspect him.

Chang Weisi just couldn't understand how Lin Xuan and Hines were able to quietly take so many artifacts from the British Museum with his bare hands when there were only two people in the museum at the time.

Even the official British government didn't notice Lin Xuan's unusual behavior.

In fact, it wasn't just Chang Weisi who was dumbfounded; the Trisolaran organization, which had used the Zhizi to monitor Lin Xuan's entire "theft" process, was also dumbfounded at this moment.

They repeatedly watched the images transmitted back by the wise son, and after pondering for a long time, Qin Shi Huang finally let out a long sigh.

"I didn't understand. What about you guys?"

“I don’t quite understand how he did it either, but I have a rough idea.” Newton pointed to a few dots on the screen.

"See that? Right here. While he was talking to Hines, he deliberately dropped something on the ground. This thing looks like a traction device that can traction objects in a whole area."

Following the direction Newton pointed, everyone watched the video several more times. Sure enough, while Lin Xuan was talking to Hines, she was intentionally or unintentionally changing her position, successfully installing the four traction devices at the azimuth of the Museum of the British Empire.

"That's not quite right either. If we follow your logic, he would simply remove the entire museum out of thin air, and what we would see wouldn't just be a pile of ruins," Confucius retorted.

"That's simple, just add a filter."

Aristotle, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up—or rather, she should now be called Keiko Yamasugi.

"Do you know what a high-pass filter is? It's a common device in communications that eliminates noise. Its effect is roughly the same as the material filter around the museum, except that the latter eliminates the kinetic energy of the weapon itself, while the former is a filtering method."

Keiko Yamasugi said, her gaze remaining fixed on Lin Xuan, her eyes still revealing that gentleness. She was like a Wallfacer, always hiding her hostility very well.

"Actually, he was just playing a little trick. Those four things weren't space traction devices, but rather something like a high-pass filter. It's like putting a filter under ground soy milk, allowing only the substances it wants to pass through, while leaving the residue on top."

“That’s unlikely,” Newton insisted.

“Aristotle, if we follow your logic, how do we distinguish what needs to be screened? It’s an entire building. If we put it all into a screen, the sheer weight of the roof alone would be enough to flatten all the artifacts into a thin pancake!”

Keiko Yamasugi smiled.

"Guess why I emphasized that it's a high-pass filter, instead of just saying it's a screen?"

"You men probably rarely edit the photos you take, so it's normal that you don't know. The principle of photo editing is actually a Fourier transform."

"All the images are transformed into a spectrum and a phase map through Fourier transform. Then, a high-pass filter is used to allow only the desired parts to pass through. Finally, the image is reconstructed based on the position of the phase map. This completes the image retouching and beautification effect."

"Similarly, the principle of these four devices should be similar. After pre-setting the items that are allowed to pass through, the blue radiation converts the entire museum into a spectrum diagram. Then, a high-pass filter is used to remove unwanted parts. Finally, the remaining items are arranged one by one according to the phase diagram. In this way, the theft of the cultural relics is successfully completed."

Keiko Yamasugi pointed to the collapsed ruins.

"The result is that the filter is only responsible for reconstructing the necessary material phases, while the impurities that are removed are only processed in a simple way. This is almost devastating for the building, since once it is built, if the molecular structure of the house is even slightly out of place, it will collapse."

"If the PDC hadn't evacuated the people inside, the people reconstructed through Fourier transform would have turned into a pile of minced meat after the filtering was complete."

After Keiko Yamasugi finished speaking, the entire audience remained silent for a long time before Qin Shi Huang on the stage broke the silence.

"Therefore, the Lord's decision is correct. The technology that Lin Xuan possesses is beyond the comprehension of modern humans. We have no doubt that he may possess even more terrifying weapons of mass destruction. Given our current level of understanding, it is best not to provoke him."

"In fact, the Lord can provide us with the technology. If we have enough technology, we can kill Lin Xuan."

Qin Shi Huang remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.

“I spoke to the Lord about this suggestion, but He rejected it.”

He said that if we were provided with lethal weapons capable of destroying Lin Xuan, we would be a greater threat than Lin Xuan.

Everyone was silent.

"I have a suggestion."

Keiko Yamasugi suddenly spoke up.

……

Yun Tianming felt that his life was a complete failure.

After failing the postgraduate entrance exam after graduating with his bachelor's degree, he entered the workforce earlier than others.

He originally thought this would improve his life, but he ended up working aimlessly for several years at an aerospace company. Ultimately, due to his reclusive personality, he encountered setbacks in his career.

He wanted to struggle, to shout, to change, but no matter what he did, the world in his eyes remained black and white.

Like a drowning person about to drown in a lake.

But his world wasn't always bleak. During his four years as an undergraduate, a ray of warm sunshine shone into his cold inner world.

Cheng Xin's warmth brought Yun Tianming a glimpse of life to this aloof boy who had been forcibly instilled with so-called aristocratic education by his parents since childhood.

Cheng Xin was like the only sun in his world, but the sun shone not only on him, but also on everyone else.

"Try to think positively. She's kind to everyone, even a caterpillar. She wouldn't have the heart to hurt them."

These are the exact words of Hu Wen, a classmate of Yun Tianming.

"I know I never expected that the distance between us could be shortened. I just like the feeling of being bathed in sunlight."

Yun Tianming moved slowly, not knowing how he got out of the hospital, but the hand holding the medical examination form was trembling slightly.

"It's all finally coming to an end."

Late-stage lung cancer is almost a terminal illness.

There is no hope of a cure.

It was as if God had finally grown tired of this pawn and decided to deliver the final, fatal blow; everything came to an end at this moment.

At first, his condition was relatively stable, but Yun Tianming knew that it was just that the body's immune system had not been completely defeated.

Sure enough, a few months after his diagnosis, he found it increasingly difficult to breathe, and the excruciating pain after each chemotherapy session made him want to end his life.

His world was shrouded in darkness, but in the haze, he seemed to see a glimmer of dawn on the horizon.

Finally, Yun Tianming made his decision.

He got dressed and bought a plane ticket to Shanghai.

He was going to see Cheng Xin as a final farewell before his death.

However, the moment the plane took off, Yun Tianming regretted it. He shouldn't have bothered Cheng Xin; they were now from two different worlds.

With mixed feelings, the plane landed on time at Hongqiao Airport.

As Yun Tianming walked out of the airport alone, a man was standing there waiting for him in the distance.

Although the crowds around him were constant, Yun Tianming could sense that the person in the distance was waiting for him here.

"Who is the one?"

Yun Tianming doesn't remember knowing anyone in Shanghai.

The other person slowly walked forward, smiling as they extended their hand.

"Hello, nice to meet you, my name is Lin Xuan."