Those who travel back in time

Chapter 49 Brief Immortality

"Dr. Fang, do you have any suggestions?"

"Rely on yourself."

"I'm supposed to go in 2025 to fix the malfunction of a time machine that only exists in 2044?"

"On the bright side, if you can't escape the cycle, then you will achieve 'immortality.' You won't age or die. For this one hour, you can do whatever you want."

"Besides repairing the time machine, are there any other ways? Even if it's just a theoretical possibility, it will do."

"Theoretically..." Fang Xiande thought for a moment, then pointed to the circle next to the straight line on the table, "Theoretically, if you can eliminate this circle, although the time machine will still have malfunctions, your timeline will be normal."

"Timelines aren't real lines that can be cut with scissors. Without a time machine, how can you manipulate timelines?"

Therefore, this problem has no solution.

"Dr. Fang, aren't you worried at all? If I get trapped in this cycle, no one will save the world."

"In a hurry?" Fang Xiande shrugged. "By 10:43, I won't remember anything."

"Am I doomed to be trapped in this cycle?" Chen Qing murmured as she sat on the sofa. She had thought that Fang Xiande, the time expert, could solve this problem, but it turned out that he was also helpless.

"Ten minutes left, let me make you a cup of coffee." Fang Xiande glanced at his watch, stood up, and said, "Although I strongly disapprove of you coming to see me, I must say, our conversation was very pleasant. You've shown me that time travel has actually become a reality, and just that alone has given me direction for some of my questions about time. Ten years ago, I couldn't even understand time paradoxes, but ten years later, I'm confident..."

"A time paradox?!" Upon hearing this, Chen Qing suddenly stood up.

"Have you come up with a solution?"

"Dr. Fang, what would happen if I caused a time paradox in this loop?"

"A time paradox within a time loop?" Fang Xiande was stunned. He looked down at the lines on the table for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. He grabbed Chen Qing's shoulders with both hands, his face full of excitement: "Chen Qing, you really are a genius! I pride myself on being an expert on time, but in the end, I've been taught a lesson by someone else."

"Will this method work?"

"I don't know if my future self wrote you a 'Time Travel Manual' or something like that. If I did, the first rule would be to never cause a time paradox. I understand time very well, but my way of thinking is also limited. I've always thought about how to maintain the stability of time, but I've never thought of breaking the deadlock by destroying it. Because you don't understand time well enough, you can think outside the box. Chen Qing, you've taught me a lesson." Fang Xiande first expressed his current feelings before saying, "It's feasible."

As he spoke, his hand fell on the circle again. "Once you trigger a time paradox, your existence will be erased, and this loop line independent of the main timeline will naturally cease to exist."

"Very good!"

"But Chen Qing, there's one thing you must remember." Fang Xiande pointed to the point where the straight line and the circle intersected, "9:17 and 10:43 are on the main timeline, so you absolutely cannot cause a paradox at these two times, otherwise your main timeline will also be erased."

A wave of dizziness washed over him, and the next moment, Chen Qing was sitting outside the steamed bun shop again.

"Brother Qing, this mushroom filling is delicious. You should try it. It's so delicious it makes me want to cry."

"Mengfei, the operation is canceled."

"what?"

"I need to take care of something else first."

This time, Chen Qing didn't go out to explain the time loop to the father and daughter again; he was tired of explaining it so many times.

Moreover, he doesn't need the father and daughter to trigger the time paradox; he can do it all by himself.

In 2025, he will be nine years old and in the third grade at Changhai Experimental Primary School.

Changhai District is not close to Mingguang District, but fortunately it was not rush hour at this time, and I arrived at the school in 40 minutes by car.

The school gate was closed, and strangers were not allowed to enter or leave at will. Of course, Chen Qing knew him very well and could impersonate his parent to get in, but he was too lazy to bother with that. He went directly to a secluded corner and climbed over the wall.

After landing, I looked towards the northeast corner and sure enough, there was an old locust tree. It seemed much smaller than I remembered, but its branches and leaves were already lush, casting a cool and complete shadow.

He once won his first pinball game under the shade of that tree, and he was also punished for fighting by standing in the corner. He secretly used a pencil sharpener to carve a blurry "win" on the tree bark.

Thinking of this, Chen Qing walked over and found that the place where the character "赢" (win) was originally had become a dark brown, slightly raised, ugly scar. The strokes were elongated and distorted, and it was no longer possible to tell what the original character was.

Looking back, I was so naive. What's the big deal about two kids fighting? But I felt like I had suffered a huge injustice.

"Chen Qing is my younger brother, none of you are allowed to bully him!" His older brother's voice rang in his ears again.

After carving the words, he vowed to win back, but he still couldn't fight. When his older brother learned that he had been bullied, he came over and beat up the chubby boy who had fought with him.

The chubby boy doesn't have an older brother, but he does have a father who goes to the junior high school his older brother attends to avenge his son.

That night, his brother hid in his room and refused to see him or eat dinner. He thought his brother was angry, but much later he realized that his brother was afraid he would see the injury on his face.

It's not hard to understand why my mind just wouldn't work at that time; I just couldn't think of anything.

"Hoeing the fields at noon, sweat drips onto the soil..." As I walked outside the door of Class 2, Grade 3, I heard the sound of students reading aloud.

The door was open, and you could see rows of young, innocent faces inside.

Chen Qing strode inside.

All the students in the classroom turned to look at her. The young female teacher on the podium also turned around, her lips slightly parted. Before she could even say "Who are you looking for?", a large number of brand new memories were suddenly crammed into Chen Qing's mind.

When he was in the third grade of elementary school, he was sitting in the classroom listening to the teacher's lecture when suddenly someone walked in from the classroom door, and he turned his head to look at him.

After that one glance, his entire life trajectory began to change. A torrent of memories violently washed over his brain, but he had no time to process them. His thoughts were almost instantly shattered, rendering him unable to think or perceive anything.

His body began to become transparent, starting with only his palms, then the transparency quickly spread upwards, covering his arms, torso, and legs...

It seemed that the substances that made up his body were being ruthlessly "erased" by some supreme rule.