Once Upon in Nanjing-Chapter 29 - 15 Civilization is the true time machine.

Bai Yang decided to drop the matter, feeling that believing the broken ICOM725 could transcend space-time was an insult to intelligence.

Despite the drama queen's undying determination to argue, Bai Yang had no more patience. He had played along with her for so long, there needed to be an end. This time he was determined; another second of delay would be unfair to his physics teacher.

I am a high school senior, do I look like I have that much free time?

The next night, Bai Yang dug up the time capsule again. Having decided to let go of the matter, there was no need to keep the time capsule buried any longer. On a quiet night, Bai Yang went downstairs with a shovel, knife, and flashlight, pried open the floor tiles in the corridor, and quietly dug up the time capsule. He named this operation "The Pit", looking at the heavy stainless steel can in his hand, Bai Yang sighed, wondering how he ever believed such ridiculous nonsense.

And how he spent both time and money preparing the time capsule.

He tiptoed to place the stainless steel capsule on top of the bookshelf, putting it out of reach.

Then he lay on the bed, spreading his arms and legs out.

With this free time... why not check Steam to see if there are any new games on sale, it's a rare National Day holiday and my parents allowed me some computer time.

Thinking this, Bai Yang sprang up like a carp, turned on his computer to see if Mount and Blade was on sale.

He wanted to become a lord.

Using enemies' skulls as bowls!

— 248 a copy.

Well, guess he can't be a lord.

He'll use Gabe Newell's skull as a bowl instead!

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old high school students are at an age full of energy and vigor, and their attention shifts incredibly quickly. Amateur radio was just one of Bai Yang's many hobbies, and when he had time for Civilization 6 and Mount and Blade, the allure of gaming was clearly stronger.

Over the next three days, Bai had a blast playing Civilization 6 online with He Leqin, who loves building wonders despite being terrible at the game. Bai played as Scythia, and mid-game he would send his vast army, and He Leqin would end up in shambles, repeatedly trying to recover.

He Leqin yelled in frustration, "Can't you let me finish building my wonders!"

Bai Yang: Wonders bring downfall, your majesty.

Civilization is the real time machine.

Turn on the computer, turn it off, look up and it's already dark.

Until noon on October 4th, Bai Yang's mom asked him to take out the trash. As soon as he stepped out of the building, he ran into Wang Ning.

Wang Ning wasn't very tall, but clearly had a middle-aged spread, shining with sweat under the sun, and was also balding. To cover his shiny forehead, he combed a few strands of hair from one side to the other, a typical hairstyle for national middle school political education directors.

"Uncle Wang!"

"Hey, Bai." Wang Ning greeted him, "Is your dad back home?"

"He just got back and is at home," Bai Yang replied, holding a garbage bag.

"Taking out the trash? Good to see you helping out at home, obedient kid," Wang Ning said, "How many days off for the National Day holiday?"

"My mom asked me to take it out, seven days off."

"You're in your final year, you should study hard, try to get into Southern University, don't end up like me and your dad," Wang Ning patted his shoulder, "And stop messing with that homemade radio, lately I've heard you talking to yourself on the 20-meter band late at night; the background noise is too loud, can't understand what you're saying... you've got exams soon, rest is important."

"Southern University is impossible, I won't even make it into South Airline," Bai Yang laughed awkwardly, then suddenly paused. "Talking to myself? Uncle Wang, I was talking to myself?"

"Yes, who are you talking to?" Wang Ning retorted, "Did someone talk to you?"

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Bai Yang threw the garbage bag into the recycling bin, preoccupied and slightly dazed.

He turned his head to glance at Uncle Wang. Wang Ning's plump figure had already entered the building, probably to chat with Dad. Bai Yang knew Wang Ning well; he rarely joked with him, and the tone wasn't playful either.

Bai Yang stood motionless by the garbage station, frowning and staring long at the garbage bins, seemingly lost in thought but actually a jumble of confusion in his mind. A sanitation worker carrying a bag came by, stepping aside to avoid Bai Yang. The worker gave him an extra look, seemingly unsure why this young man was staring so intently at the garbage bins.

Never had Bai Yang expected that what he thought was his return to normal life would be so abruptly disrupted. Wang Ning's casual remark stirred a tumultuous wave in Bai Yang's heart, even causing his scalp to tingle. The bizarre radio station he had pushed to the back of his mind had come back, and in a way, he couldn't comprehend.

What was going on?

Why did Uncle Wang say that he was talking to himself?

Could the Commission not detect the signal from BG4MSR?

In the obscurity, Bai Yang heard a sharp scratching sound; it was like the physics teacher forcefully pushing the coffin lid from within the coffin—Maxwell and Einstein, who had just been resting peacefully, opened their eyes again.

The sanitation worker removed an empty mineral water bottle from the trash, unscrewing the cap to pour out the water, but then froze mid-action.

This young man had been staring at the bottle in his hands for a long time.

So, she tried extending the mineral water bottle forward:

"Do you want it too?"

After disposing of the trash, Bai Yang returned home. Uncle Wang and Dad were already deep in conversation, and Mom was setting the dinner plates at the table.

"Yang, your Uncle Wang is here... Yang? Your Uncle Wang is here, why not greet him?"

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"It's okay, it's okay, Wen, we've already met downstairs just now."

"This kid really has no manners."

Bai Yang ignored this, just numbly walked through the living room and went straight into his bedroom, then closed the door behind him, leaning against it.

His gaze fell on the black ICOM725 amateur radio. There was definitely something fishy going on!

The Commission had the capability to monitor all the radio activities in the city, amateur or otherwise. Unless you were a military station using encrypted communication, all normal radio activities were under the surveillance of the Commission. Encryption in amateur radio activities was strictly forbidden, and communications had to be in clear language; if the other party encrypted the communication, then Bai Yang wouldn't be able to receive or decode it.

It made no sense that his old ICOM725 could receive signals that the Commission's professional radio monitoring equipment couldn't.

Bai Yang gently tapped his ears with both hands. Was there something wrong with his mental state? Could BG4MSR be just his imagination?

He shook his head; that was impossible, his mental state was perfectly normal.

So, where was the problem?

Could she really be living twenty years in the future?

Then why hadn't he received his own time capsule... Bai Yang suddenly froze.

He saw a stainless steel can on the top of the bookshelf.