6:30 AM.
On the track of Qinghua University, a strong old man with slightly white hair and gold-rimmed glasses was running. As a scholar, not only did he have to be rigorous and rich in academics, but he also had to have a strong physique.
This was the motto that Principal Chen Jiang of Qinghua had for his students.
After running for half an hour, it was seven o'clock sharp.
Chen Jiang slowly stopped and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He went to the cafeteria and ordered a simple wonton. Then, he opened his phone's email. The phone came with a Word function, which allowed him to browse through the email. After opening it, two pages of email appeared.
The plan for the science and engineering exchange forum is as follows:
The underground reconstruction plan for the Biological Research Institute is as follows. The material filling requirements are as follows:
One by one, emails appeared, but the next one stunned Chen Jiang.
The title was simple: Predict Disaster
Who sent this? This email address was 163. It was a private email address. Only academic professors and university lecturers abroad knew about it. Most of these people were nerds. They would not send such an unreasonable email.
He opened the email and sure enough, the sender was an unknown number.
[Description: July 2nd, 7: 30am. A magnitude 5.4 earthquake occurred in Zheer Mountain, northwest of China. The earthquake will destroy a provincial road in the middle of the ground, and the damaged area will be 1,275 meters.]
It was 7:30, fifteen minutes away from now.
Chen Jiang smiled as he deleted the message and continued eating. At 8:30 pm in the office, Principal Chen Jiang couldn't help but contact the team leader of the Northwest Earthquake Center.
"That's right. Old Chen, how did you know? Our Northwest Earthquake Surveillance Center has just discovered it and hasn't informed the news yet!”
The person on the other end of the phone was shocked.
Crack.
After hanging up the phone, Principal Chen Jiang's expression changed completely.
He stared at the unknown sender and dialed a special official number.
At this moment, it was nine o'clock, ten o'clock, until seven o'clock at night.
At ten locations across the country, ten scholars were experiencing it. They quickly reported it to the National Special Research Group.
This was the special research department, responsible for special academic issues, such as gene editing. Now, this special academic issue was also handled by them.
8 PM sharp.
The location was Beiping Mountain in the western suburbs of Yanjing. This was also the military area and the Special Research Group building area. There was a black iron sign at the entrance of the mountain, which read-Military Area, Forbidden to Enter. Once you enter, you will bear the consequences.
At this moment, in the brightly lit hall of the special research building where the military vehicle was parked, the principal of Qinghua University was staring blankly at the hall. A few of his friends were there. The principal of Nanjing University, the leader of the Jinling Earthquake Center, the Hanzang Geolgy Professor Chen Jianghe, and the head of the Southwest Construction Department Ma Chen. In short, these ten people were all the top architects and geologists in the country.
These people had a certain degree of influence in society and belonged to the upper-class academic scholars.
Principal Chen Jiang of Qing Hua knew that these ten people had obviously received the warning of the disaster!
Who was the sender and what did he want?
Bang!
Bang!
The sound of military boots hitting the ground was strong and powerful. In front of the ten people, there was a 1.9-meter-tall man with a brown bear-like body. He wore a special Wolf Fang military tent and a major badge. This was a middle-aged man who was about 35 years old. He stood straight and suddenly saluted everyone.
"Everyone, my name is Zhao Guofeng, the leader of the special research group. The reason why I called you here is because each of you has received a different prediction email. The ten emails perfectly predicted the different types of disasters that will happen in the next ten hours today!”
" From today onwards, everyone will temporarily stay in the Special Research Group. We have already investigated the sender. At the same time, the time, order, and name of your email are a kind of encrypted text arrangement from the Warring States Period. Now, an ancient cryptologist has already analyzed and cracked it.”
As Zhao Guofeng spoke, the ten people present were once again shocked.
Who was this person? He could predict ten different disasters at different times and locations. Moreover, he had added the code words of the ancient Warring States period to the prediction content. These code words were the code words of the ancient army. They were usually arranged with oracle bones or numbers. In the East, they were ancient codes and were one of the research directions of archaeologists.
Unfortunately, Ying Ziye liked this ancient password arrangement very much, so he gave it a try. Sure enough, this country's history was very strong, and it was very easy to crack it.
At this moment, the ten scholars in the hall looked even more solemn.
"What is the translation?" Professor Qing Hua frowned.
"Meeting the BOSS!"
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