Defend Namsan Park

Chapter 86 Vairocana and Yama

"Damn it, why isn't Old Man Ji dead?" Shanglu cursed, his pants half splashed with muddy water from a passing electric tricycle.

There is a big loudspeaker on the tricycle, speaking in Sichuan dialect:

"Safe construction——! Pay attention to protection——! There are still one hour and fifty-seven minutes until the next border crossing!"

Phytolacca looked up at the sky. It has been raining recently, and thick cumulonimbus clouds have been hanging low overhead. When the snail angel passes by, it will emit a bright and eye-catching light, like a huge light bulb hanging high in the sky, as bright as it is. There are really not many angels with eyes - the snail angel was not that bright in the past, but it has become brighter and brighter recently, which shows that its energy dissipation is becoming more and more obvious and its state is becoming more and more unstable.

As a celestial body that hangs at an altitude of 60,000 meters and orbits the earth - it can barely be considered a celestial body. The Snail Angel passes over the Sichuan Basin every seven hours. It is obvious that it does not follow a simple circular orbit. This thing There are also other gravitational sources in places invisible to humans. Science City suspects that there are other unknown angels lurking there. Unfortunately, suspicion is suspicion, and the hand cannot reach that long.

Seeing Wei Mao standing under the shed at the entrance of the construction site from a distance, Phytolacca stopped, took a deep breath, straightened his helmet with his hands, then pinched his cheeks and rubbed them up and down to make his smile less rigid.

He looked in the puddle beside the curb, and Zhu Bajie looked in the mirror.

Wei Mao turned around and found Zhu Bajie, smiled and waved:

"This, this, this, this, here!"

Titanium Alloy spoke to himself - Phytolacca hurried to catch up.

As a pretty flower girl in the courtyard, Wei Mao moved a small plastic pony and sat on it like a horse. He was sweating all over his body. He looked like a pretty boy like a lotus. Counting the time, he had just finished Tang Di's hair. train.

If Wei Mao is the most important person in the world today, then Tang Di is the second most important person in the world. They are the sniper team with the furthest target in history. Wei Mao is responsible for shooting and pulling the trigger, and is only responsible for pulling the trigger. All other work is completed by Tang Di. Tang Di's responsibilities include but are not limited to: modifying Dayi, building systems, daily training, simulated combat, and ensuring Wei Mao's physical and mental health.

Although Old Man Ji said he only had one chance to pull the trigger, Wei Mao fired 47.9 shots every day on the simulation system. So far, Wei Mao has maintained a % hit rate.

Don't think that this hit rate is low. Tang Di's own hit rate is 0.012%. He is the runner-up among everyone who has tried out.

"You don't need to patrol the construction site, why do you always ask me to meet here?" Shanglu asked.

"I, I, I, I...I want to look at it."

Wei Mao pointed to the towering building at the other end of the construction site. The Super Bharat Brahma Temple Dragon Distan has just begun to take shape. The skyscraper with a total height of 280 meters has jumped up a little further. It is more than 100 meters high. The steel frame structure is wrapped with complex electromagnetic coils. There are 677 permanent magnets in total. Each permanent magnet weighs six tons. They will be responsible for the operation of a narrow gun with an inner diameter of three centimeters and a length of 400 meters. A super magnetic field of 600 tesla is created in the tube, which is the strongest magnetic field ever seen on earth. As a comparison, the constrained magnetic field of tokamak devices engaged in controlled nuclear fusion generally does not exceed three tesla, while There are six hundred of these!

"What are those red packages?" Phytoglu looked at the packed boxes on the construction site from a distance, neatly stacked on the trailer.

"Ladder, ladder, ladder, ladder..."

"Kick what?"

"It's TNT." Wei Mao replied, "There are eleven tons of high explosives used to create strong magnetic fields."

"Eleven tons of explosives, just piled up like that? What if it explodes accidentally?" Phytolacca stared and said, "How do you do safety management?"

"Blow it up." Wei Mao said, "It's painless."

Phytolacca thought for a while and realized that this was really the case, so he moved the small bench forward and shortened the distance by one meter.

This matter depends on old man Ji. In order for Super Bharat Brahma Temple Dragon Distan Gang to shoot through the earth without any damage, the insecticide must be as fine as possible. How fine should it be? As thin as 0.02 nanometers, that is, 2×10^-11 meters. For comparison, the diameter of an atom is on the order of 0.1 nanometers, so pesticides can pass through the huge gap between the nucleus and electrons. In this In terms of scale, the solid and unshakable earth is as thin as the air. When pesticides are transported from East Asia to South America, they may not encounter a few atomic nuclei along the way. Correspondingly, the Science City calculated that the constraining magnetic field must be at least A Tesla, which is million times stronger than the earth’s average magnetic field. Theoretically, it is impossible for humans to create such a strong steady-state magnetic field. Just as the Science City was racking its brains and wondering about the solution, Old Man Ji He took action again. His way to solve the problem was to pick up a marker and cross out the word "steady state" in "Maintaining a Steady Super Strong Magnetic Field."

What steady state do you want?
We only need a strong magnetic field for 0.1 seconds!
This is why Wei Mao only has one chance to shoot, because he has a gun in his hand that is destined to explode.

"What a big gun." Phytolacca exclaimed, "How big does its trigger have to be?"

Wei Mao smiled and gave Phytolacca a thumbs up, meaning it was only as big as a fingernail.

"You hold the fate of all mankind in your hands." Shangluca said, "This paradoxical world always forces us to put our wealth and lives in the hands of others. Courtyard lady, do you think this is the right thing to do? Is this the truth? If people want to fight against God, they have to pay a price that humans cannot bear. Otherwise, why would you go to the table? If you want to assassinate angels, you have to risk the lives of 100 million people."

Wei Mao thought for a while and felt that what he said made sense.

"Do you know what Indians call angels?"

Wei Mao shook his head.

"They called the first angel number 001 Vairocana."

"Bibi bibi..."

"Vairocana is Sanskrit." Shanglu said, "It means the sun, the sun, and illumination. Isn't it quite vivid? Have you ever heard of a Buddha named Vairocana Buddha? Also called Great Sun Tathagata."

This is what Chen Yu told him. Phytolacca is not that cultured.

Chen Yu said that there is a senior programmer at the Fed Center whose hometown is Bangalore. Before the collapse, he was an engineer at the Indian Academy of Sciences. As a Brahmin with two doctorates in his hands, his left half of his brain believes in Hinduism and his right half believes in Tibet. He preaches Buddhism. His prefrontal lobe is a big fan of Yang Likun, and his hippocampus is a loyal fan of Snowden. The complexity of the ingredients is breathtaking. The Indian guy holds a copy of "Vajra Yoga Prajna Sutra" whenever he has nothing to do. , or the "Mahayana Homosexuality Sutra", or the Sanskrit version - probably no one else in the world except him can understand it, saying that the angel is the Buddha.

"Later they called the angel Yama. In Hindu mythology, Yama is the god of death." Shanglue said, "In the eyes of the old Indian friends, these terrifying, weird, powerful, and elusive four-dimensional manifolds It’s a kind of god.”

"It's a god." Wei Mao nodded, "It's Buddha."

Shanglucao sneered:
"But how can there be a Buddha who looks like a top, a blade, or a ball in this world?"

"No one has ever stipulated that Buddha must look like a human being." Wei Mao said, "Why can't Buddha be a top? Why can't it be a blade? Why can't it be a ball?"

"If you think that the enemy you are facing is a god, will it increase your psychological pressure?"

"I, I, I, I, I have always thought..." Wei Mao paused, "Angels are wise. Someone told me so a long, long time ago."

"Who?"

"You, you, you, you, you..."

"I don't know you."

"Your sister."