At This Moment, the World is Entering an Ice Age

　　Or call the embassy?

　　Or try to find a way to meet with high-level executives and have a chat?

　　No one would foolishly believe the doomsday speech,

　　call.

　　I took out a little ice cubes from the refrigerator, poured it into a glass, and added cola. The simple ice cola was made.

　　Then turned on the computer, Ying Ziye regained his grace again, without rushing or slowing down.

　　It's July [-]st, start predicting tomorrow's disaster.

　　Draft paper No. [-]: [Forecasting]

　　All the movements and disasters before the Ice Age were recorded in the brain of Ying Ziye Xueba. He is a civil engineering scholar, but he has also paid great attention to the dark web news and supernatural organizations since he was a child, especially the ones before his rebirth. experience, so he knows the contact information of some top scholars,

　　This special institute is the mailbox of the dean of the Yanjing First Research Institute. He mainly comes to receive some reports from professors from the institute.

　　This is an opportunity, Ying Ziye opened the mailbox, clicked send,

　　Title: [Predicting Disaster]

　　[Content: At 7.1:1.9 p.m. on July [-], a marine volcanic eruption occurred on the seabed of the North Glacier Myer Islands. The vibration level was [-] and the radiation area was [-] kilometers. 】

　　With a swipe, the email is sent.

　　The sender of the second mailbox is the personal mailbox of Chen Jiang, the president of Qinghua College. This is the 163 mailbox, which belongs to his private mailbox and only deals with some international academic issues.

　　Open the mailbox with the title [Predicting Disaster]

　　[Content: At [-]:[-] a.m. on July [-], a magnitude earthquake hit Zhe'er Mountain in the northwestern part of my country. There is no population in the middle. A provincial highway will be destroyed in the middle zone, with an area of ​​[-] meters. 】

　　And then the third,

　　the fourth,

　　the fifth,

　　The dean of the Yanjing First Research Institute, the president of Qinghua University, the president of NTU University, the team leader of Jinling Earthquake Center... [-] of the top domestic scholars have all received emails.

　　You must know that the frequency of global disasters is as high as [-] times a day, but most of them are earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, submarine volcanoes, avalanches, and other disasters without any danger, but no one has ever predicted disasters in advance.

　　Earthquake detectors are also just seconds!

　　At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Ying Ziye basically finished sending his mailboxes, and he posted ten mailboxes.

　　The content of the first mailbox is about the small-scale earthquake in the northwest Zhe'er Mountain at [-]:[-] a.m. tomorrow.

　　The second content is tomorrow morning at [-]:[-],

　　The third is tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning

　　The tenth is tomorrow at seven o'clock,

　　Ten mailboxes, the content is compared with the disaster trend of ten hours, the geological disaster report recorded by the content, the disaster area, the radiation level, the destruction level, and the incomparable detail.

　　This is an amazing prediction!

　　boom.

　　Gently closed the computer, and smashed the paper with the word "prejudgment" in his hand. Ying Ziye knocked on the table. Now that the first wave of layout was completed, he was looking forward to the next ten top domestic socialists. Influential scholars go to the scene in search of special official departments.

　　You will probably be investigated for backgrounds, and you will guess your abilities and your goals.

　　stab.

　　The paper will be torn to shreds. Ying Ziye is not in a hurry. He is familiar with the direction of the disaster every day, and knows how to reply as a scholar.

　　Next, just let the high-level boss know that a young man named Ying Ziye can predict disasters through some academic means! .

Chapter 6

　　Half past six in the morning.

　　On the running track of Qinghua University, a sturdy old man with gold-rimmed glasses and slightly white hair was running. As a scholar, he must not only have rigorous and rich academics, but also have a strong physique.

　　This is the motto of Qinghua Principal Chen Jiang to his students.

　　After running for half an hour, it was exactly seven o'clock.

　　Chen Jiang stopped slowly, then wiped the sweat from his forehead. Next, he came to the cafeteria and started ordering some simple wontons. Then he opened his mobile phone mailbox. The mobile phone comes with WORD, so he could read the mailbox file. After opening it, two pages Mail appears.

　　【About the plan of the exchange forum for science and engineering students as follows】

　　[The underground renovation plan for the biological research institute is as follows, and the material filling requirements are as follows]

　　Mailboxes appeared one by one, but then the next one made Chen Jiang stunned.

　　The title is simple: [Predicting Disaster]

　　Who sent this? This mailbox is 163 mailbox, which is a personal private mailbox. Only foreign academic professors and university lecturers know about it. Most of these people are nerds and will not send such unskilled and unreasonable emails.

　　When I opened the email, it turned out that the sender was an unknown and unknown number.

　　Content: [On July [-]nd at [-]:[-] in the morning, a magnitude earthquake occurred in the northwestern part of our country named Zhe'er Mountain. A provincial highway will be destroyed in the middle zone, with an area of ​​[-] meters. 】

　　It's half past seven, fifteen minutes from now.

　　Chen Jiang deleted the text message with a smile and continued to eat. In the office at [-]:[-], the principal Chen Jiang couldn't help contacting the team leader of the Northwest Earthquake Center.

　　"Yes, old Chen, how did you know! Our Northwest Earthquake Monitoring Center just found out, and we haven't notified the news yet!"

　　There was shock on the other end of the phone.

　　click.

　　Hanging up the phone, the principal Chen Jiang's face changed completely.

　　He stared at the unknown sender, then resolutely dialed a special official number.

　　Now, nine o'clock, ten o'clock, until seven o'clock in the evening.

　　In ten locations across the country, ten scholars are experiencing it, and they quickly began to report to the national special research team.

　　This is a special research department, responsible for special academic issues, such as the previous handling of gene editing, and now this special academic is also handled by them.

　　Eight o'clock in the evening.

　　The location is Beiping Mountain, the western suburb of Yanjing. This is also the military region and the special research group building area. At the entrance of the mountain, there are black iron signs standing one by one.

　　At this moment, in the hall of the special research building where the lights are bright and the military vehicles are parked, the president of Qinghua University stared blankly in the hall. Several friends he knew were there, the president of NTU, the leader of the Jinling Earthquake Center, and the chief professor of Hanzo Geology. Chen Jianghe, Ma Chen, head of the Southwest Architecture Headquarters, in a word, these ten people are all top-level architecture, geology chiefs, chief professors, and chief university presidents.

　　These people have a certain influence in society and belong to the upper-level academic scholars.

　　Chen Jiang, the principal of Qinghua, knew that it was obvious that these ten people had also received a disaster notice!

　　Who is this sender and what is he going to do?

　　boom!

　　boom!

　　The sound of military boots touching the ground is strong and close, and in front of ten people, one is [-] meters tall, with a body like a brown bear, wearing an army special wolf-tooth tent, and the epaulette is a major. This is a middle-aged man, about thirty-five Years old, he stood up straight, and then suddenly saluted everyone.

　　"Everyone, my name is Zhao Guofeng, the leader of the special research team. The reason why I called you here is because each of you ten received a different email for predicting disasters, and ten emails perfectly predicted today within ten hours. Different types of disasters that happened!"

　　"From today onwards, all of you are temporarily living in the special research group. We have already investigated the sender. At the same time, the time, order, and name of your emails are a kind of cipher text arrangement in the Warring States Period. Now an ancient cryptographer has carried out Analyze and crack."

　　Zhao Guofeng spoke, and at this moment, all ten people present were startled again.

　　Who is this person? He actually predicted ten disasters in different time periods and different places, and also added the cipher text of the ancient Warring States period to the prediction content. This cipher text is the cipher text of the ancient army, usually in oracle bone script. Or numbers for cipher arrangement, which belongs to ancient ciphers in the East, and is also one of the research directions of archaeologists.

　　Unfortunately, Ying Ziye liked this arrangement of ancient codes very much, so he tried it casually. Sure enough, the country has a strong historical background, and it was easy to crack it.

　　At this moment in the hall, the expressions of the ten scholars became more solemn.

　　"What is the translation?" Professor Qinghua Chen Jiang frowned.

　　"Meet the BOSS...".

Chapter 7

　　In the hall of the Special Research Building, there was a dead silence, and the needle drop could be heard.

　　Chen Jiang, the principal of Qinghua, frowned slightly, and his eyes were complicated. The sender in front of him was just to meet the boss?

　　"Then what brought us here?" asked Ma Bao, the head of the Jinling Earthquake Group.

　　"Wait for that person to meet the boss, and you'll know!"

　　"From now on, everyone will temporarily rest in the special research center. There will be guards to take you to your residence. The signal here is disconnected. Please stay here for a day for the time being. Thank you for your cooperation."

　　Zhao Guofeng of the special research team showed no expression, he said lightly, and then turned to leave.

　　"You!" Just as the principal of NTU was about to frown, the minister of Jinling Earthquake stopped him.

　　Minister Ma did not speak until Ma Guofeng walked away.

　　"Subject to the arrangement, do you know what the special research group represents? Some high-level academic disputes are dealt with here. For example, a special research group sent by a major academic research society to ensure safety. For example, once our country went to the North Glacier to pick up a physicist, it was the special research group sent by the special research group. The research team, in short, special academic research is the responsibility of the special research team, and most of the team members here are special soldiers who retired from the navy and army at the age of [-]."

　　As Minister Ma said, he looked at the leader of the special research team who only had the back of the brown bear.

　　"The team leader Zhao Guofeng, who used to be an undercover mercenary, won a huge strangulation victory in the country of Sa, and a certain bay. He is called the bear of the East. He is brutal, and his methods are cruel. Don't offend him. Just talk to the boss." Ma Bao said.

　　At this moment, the hall was silent again, and the ten people looked at each other. They were all high-level academic staff, and their thinking was naturally extremely far away.

　　"This person came to us to predict the disaster. What is he doing? What does he want to talk to the boss?" The president of NTU looked complicated. He seemed to feel something. These ten people are almost the top of the country in the Northwest, Central Plains, Hanzo, Nanjiang and other regions. Scholars, it can be said that ten people represent scholars across the country.

　　This person is clearly meaningful and has a big vision.

　　"I don't know, but it's going to change."

　　Chen Jiang, the principal of Qinghua, looked at the starry night in front of him and thought of predicting disaster. This time, he felt that the next day might really change.

　　.....

　　July [-]rd, [-]:[-] in the morning.

　　The morning sun is warm and hot. Yanjing is located on the edge of the Central Plains, next to the Great Wall and the continuous south of the Yangtze River, so the weather is not very hot.