Those who travel back in time

Chapter 12 Car Accident

"He's a passenger on the plane!" Fang Xiande's reminder made Chen Qing realize that he had indeed seen that person before. At Jiangxin Airport, at gate B12, the person was standing in front of the little girl and her mother.

At that time, the man was just a twenty-year-old young man, but in the blink of an eye, he became a forty-year-old uncle, so he didn't recognize him, but only felt that he looked familiar.

"If you hadn't saved this passenger who should have died in the past, this situation where he colluded with the intruders to let in wouldn't have happened today." Fang Xiande's voice wasn't loud, but his tone was rather heavy: "These people in the base wouldn't be dead."

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect this to happen."

"Mr. Chen, I'm not telling you this to blame you. I know it wasn't your intention, nor could you have foreseen it. I just want you to understand one thing: you're traveling through time, not playing house. Anything you did in the past, even something that seems insignificant to you, could have an immeasurable impact on the future over time."

Although the intruders had been completely dealt with, the matter did not end there. That same evening, two trucks drove out of the base.

One truck's cargo bed was empty, while the other was filled with fully armed combat personnel.

As dawn broke, the truck returned, carrying some supplies and some new faces.

Chen Qing only learned about this when he saw A-Jie showing the new recruits around the base while he was having breakfast. He then went to Fang Xiande's office.

"Mr. Chen, you've come at the right time." Fang Xiande was flipping through a folder. "I've organized all the information; we can begin the mission now."

"Dr. Fang, you sent men to attack the invaders' base?"

"It's not about attacking, but about eliminating future troubles. Mr. Chen, I hate killing more than anyone else, but as the person in charge of this base, I have the lives of more than three hundred people on my shoulders, so some decisions, even if they go against my conscience, must be made."

"I see."

"That base lost so many manpower here; the seeds of hatred have been sown. If I do nothing, what awaits me might be an even bloodier revenge. This is not like having you travel through time to save the future. Saving the future has solutions through salvation, though those solutions ultimately prove incorrect. But these invaders, regardless of their solutions, cannot do without force as a guarantee."

"Dr. Fang, this whole thing started because of me. I shouldn't have stayed at the base, and I'm better at fighting than A-Jie and the others."

"Mr. Chen, although you are stronger than anyone else, you must stay away from battle from now on. Even the strongest warrior is prone to accidents. If you die, I'm afraid I won't be able to find another person who can time travel." Fang Xiande stood up. "The time machine is ready. Let's begin."

The two arrived at the morgue together, and Chen Qing began to look through Li Qilin's information. He then discovered that this man was actually the richest man in Jiangxin City, with a net worth of 50 billion. No wonder Li Mengfei dared to say at the airport that she would give him any amount of money he wanted.

"Mr. Chen, there's one more thing." Fang Xiande took the iron box out of his pocket again and placed it in front of Chen Qing. "After your time travel was successful, I scraped some rust samples from this box and observed the crystal structure and layers of these corrosion products under a microscope. Then, I simulated corrosion rate models under different temperature and humidity conditions and deduced the approximate time required to form the current rust thickness."

"how long?"

"About fifteen to twenty-five years. So that's right, this iron box was buried by people from the past."

"Besides Li Qilin, I also need to investigate this box when I go back this time."

"Li Qilin is the top priority. If you have the capacity, you might as well investigate him as well."

"Dr. Fang, is it really impossible to return to the exact time and place?" Chen Qing asked, still unwilling to give up, before stepping into the time machine cabin.

Last time, it actually landed on the beach.

What if it veers another mile and falls into the sea?

What if it veers another mile upwards and falls through the air?

Time travel is truly an extremely dangerous thing.

"I've already adjusted the relevant parameters based on the location and time you provided. This time, the error will be much smaller than last time," Fang Xiande said, sitting in front of the computer without turning his head. "After two more adjustments, the error will be basically eliminated."

With his back to her as he spoke, Chen Qing sensed that Fang Xiande himself probably didn't have much confidence in what he was saying.

drop--

Upon returning to the past, Chen Qing heard urgent car horns. Before he could figure out where he was, a car rammed him into the air.

The driver paused for a moment, then stepped on the gas and fled the scene without even getting out of the car to look.

"I was hit by a car?" Chen Qing, covered in blood, struggled to open her eyes and vaguely saw a blurry car speeding away.

He felt as if his whole body had fallen apart, and all his strength had been drained away.

He struggled to his feet, but stumbled and fell back to the ground after only a couple of steps, unable to move again.

My eyelids felt like they were glued shut; no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't open them. My body also felt like it was being held down by an invisible giant hand, unable to move an inch.

"Am I going to die?" This thought popped into Chen Qing's mind.

He wasn't afraid at all. If he died, he could see his brother again, right?

I really want to see my brother again!

In a daze, Chen Qing felt someone approach her, one of them saying, "Quick! Call an ambulance!"

"No, we can't go to the hospital." With all her might, Chen Qing raised her hand and knocked away the phone from the person closest to her before losing consciousness.

"Cough cough!" Chen Qing was startled awake by two violent coughs, not knowing how long he had been asleep. He forced open his heavy eyelids and found himself lying on a bed.

The room was small; the bed under him already took up most of the space. Opposite him was an old wardrobe with a Doraemon poster with a missing corner on it.

"Where am I?" Chen Qing tried to get up, but as soon as she moved, a sharp pain shot through her right shoulder and back, and she felt extremely dizzy.

"Cough cough!" The coughing sound rang out again. Chen Qing slowly turned her head in the direction of the sound and saw a hunched old man sweeping the floor in the living room through the open bedroom door.

"Old man..." Chen Qing began with difficulty, "Did...did you save me?"

"Young man, you're awake?" The hunched old man put down his broom and came in. "It's my son. He found you on his way to work and brought you back. When I was young, I followed the village barefoot doctor for two years, so I know a little about treatment and bandaged you up."

"Thank you, thank you."

"I only gave you some painkillers and anti-inflammatory medication, it won't do much for your injury. You're only able to wake up because you're physically strong." The hunched old man sat down by the bed. "Young man, what trouble or difficulty have you encountered? Why wouldn't you even go to the hospital?"

"I don't have the money; I can't afford the medical bills."