"Nearly half of the people can be arranged to return to Vienna and Norway. This should solve the problem of insufficient manpower. After all, the research and development work in Ocean City has completely stopped..."

In the conference room of Fort Hasenhill, Alicia was already sitting at the head of the long table, discussing matters after the merger with Ju Lei and Langzhiwan. The rift created by Rabilins' personal ambitions appears to be slowly closing.

Standing in front of the window looking out, Zhong Buran saw a strange scene. She saw a white moon hanging in the sky in the afternoon. Under the moon, a white tower appeared faintly on the skyline.

The ink hairpin in her hair was trembling slightly—some kind of existence in this world with a destiny was approaching.

Her aura winds like a black snake, gently wrapping around the unearthly "car"-shaped totem in the palm of her hand. She told Alicia and Wendy what she had noticed.

Chairman Daedalus raised his hand and paused the conversation. The guard opened the door and ushered in two guests. The president and the others on the table stood up after seeing the visitors clearly.

"Alicia!" The man walking in front was about twenty years old, with a Gehrman accent, he smiled and hugged the female chess player.

"Weina!" Her face showed a look of surprise and joy.

Next to Alicia, Wendy gave Zhong Buran a look, indicating that the visitor was not threatening. Naturally there was no threat: it was Alicia's good friend, Werner Karl Heisenberg.

Heisenberg is probably the most outstanding physicist among the younger generation. He is one of the pioneers in exploring the subtle, creating a new form in the field of subtle mechanics—matrix mechanics. In the field, it is an existence that keeps pace with Schrodinger.

Even among a group of top scholars, he is like the pride of heaven.

However, it was not him who finally attracted people's attention. Almost everyone looked behind Heisenberg, and there was a person standing quietly there. He has flowing, even wild, white hair and a gray beard on his lips. He was holding a hat and cane, with a serene expression on his face. Even though everyone was looking at him, he stood still like a three-dimensional portrait.

Zhong Buran concentrates. She knew that the vision of the White Tower she had just seen outside the window was not caused by Heisenberg, but by this mysterious middle-aged man.

Heisenberg took a step back, and solemnly introduced to everyone: "My introduction may not be necessary: ​​this is Mr. Albert Einstein."

Einstein stood still, motionless. If you look closely, you will find that the dust around him is stagnant in the air, as if time does not flow on him and around him.

Suddenly, he turned into an afterimage and came to Alicia's side in the blink of an eye, and stretched out his hand with a smile: "... I have heard the name for a long time."

After saying this, he froze again. After paying a certain amount of patience, he apologized to the people around him: "I am in a rugged time zone, and it may be difficult to communicate smoothly with you..."

Alicia had never met Mr. Einstein before, but she had heard about his situation. The theory of relativity he founded revealed to some extent the relativity and even illusory nature of time. Time was absolute and unquestionable until rational inquiry opened up the field. The sword of exploration of the peak scholar pierces the truth of time, and after debunking that layer of mystery, time becomes less daunting.

This declaration completely offended the existence of the White Tower. As a result, he encountered a very strange curse from the White Tower and fell into the "rough time zone".

"Mr. Einstein's time is uneven. Sometimes it's fast, sometimes it's slow. Sometimes it's just a few breaths a day, and sometimes it's as long as a week..." Heisenberg explained , "Communication with him requires patience."

"Every once in a while, he will go to a friend and use his authority to calm the anger of the White Tower."

Alicia knew that Mr. Einstein's "friend" in Heisenberg's mouth was Phillips, the leader of the New Zealand Mystery Explorers Association. At that time, only he could mediate between Einstein and the White Tower.

However, despite falling into such a bizarre curse, this giant of science doesn't seem to be affected at all, and he still lives calmly and calmly. After all, no matter whether the time in the outside world is fast or slow, the flow of time he perceives is still uniform. Nothing can stop his great mind from continuing to think, and he can still advance his research.

Alicia wasn't sure if the punishment imposed by the White Tower was out of fear of this outstanding human being's thinking...

Afraid, so targeted.

"Mr. Einstein and I just went to Budapest and are on our way back to Göttingen. We knew you were in Hasenhillburg, so we made a special trip to see you..." Heisenberg's eyes fell on Ellie On the labyrinth emblem on Shea's chest, she smiled knowingly.

A gust of wind blew by, and Einstein, who had been standing still beside the people, disappeared. People saw a long letter on the table, which was handwritten by the gentleman. In his letter, he said that the time he was in suddenly slowed down, causing him to experience an exceptionally long wait. During this wait, he suddenly had an inspiration for the topic he was thinking about recently, and needed to find a quiet place to write down those thoughts, so he left first...

"It's like this, you have to get used to it..." Heisenberg said with a bitter smile while holding the letter paper, "Not only is the ideological realm no longer in the same rhythm as ours, but we can't even share time with him. I think I will wait for him — After all, that’s how the journey came about.”

At this time, Mr. Einstein had already returned to the hotel and opened his notebook by the window. Outside the window, there is a pigeon with its wings wide open, stagnant in the air. The husband looked out of the window, and in the distance stood a seemingly invisible white pagoda. The imposing building seems to have lost its external order, like a white ghost with blurred edges...

Sathoth, the White Tower. The White Tower is staring at him~lightnovelpub.net~ Theocracy represents God's manipulation of the world, and the power of this manipulation stems from people's ignorance of the world.

When people gain more insight, the power of God also weakens.

Mr. Albert Einstein unscrewed the pen unhurriedly, and lightly pressed the "Sword of Killing God" in his hand on the paper. The world seems to be holding its breath for this great thought.

At the moment when the paper was soaked in ink, in another corner of the world, Sean Dickinson frowned at home. He was sitting quietly just now, and he clearly felt that someone appeared in the black mansion.

Moreover, the man was seriously injured and was dying. He quickly focused his thinking on Shawshank's body. In the empty office, Shawshank turned around and stepped into the black mansion.

The man was prostrate at the entrance of the mansion, covered in blood, and had lost consciousness.

"Remembrancer" Mike Downs.

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