It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 637 [055] Inhumane Moon Landing
What Linlin calls an "inhumane method of landing on the moon" requires three main elements.

First, use the underground and above-ground structures of the Eco-Tower to build an electromagnetic accelerator.

Second, let the "astronauts" ride in a lunar module that is so simple that it can only be called a "launch vehicle."

Third, the launch angle and initial velocity need to be accurately calculated so that the projectile intersects with the lunar orbit after escaping the Earth’s gravity.

"This is just a theory, a theory," Linlin stressed. "If we use an electromagnetic accelerator to go to the moon, the astronauts will never come back. This can only be used as a last resort against the company."

Feng Jian seemed to have caught some inspiration in the air: "I think it doesn't have to be used only as a last resort. Why not start preparing now and launch Miss Xiao Xia up."

"I'm not going, bastard! Although this is a great feat that will be listed in the "Chronicle of the Falling Cherry Blossom Group", I will never participate in an operation that will never return! Let Shiro go, Shiro is a consumable anyway!"

Fengjian smiled and said, "Astronauts have to endure huge instantaneous acceleration during launch, and they also have to face an unknown environment when landing on the moon. Shiro is likely to die on the way. A more reasonable choice is to use a brain-computer."

"Brain machine?"

"Yes." Feng Jian paused, "The classic 'only send the brain'. This will make the mission much easier. There are many people in Huanshi City who have been made into brain machines by the company. There are such brain machines in the floating taxis and high-tech filming cars."

Linlin pursed her lips. It’s not that she hadn’t thought of this possibility, so she said “very inhumane”.

Qin Jiandan was a little embarrassed: "If we equip the brain machine with a special prosthesis suitable for lunar operations, it can indeed perform the task of operating the railgun for us. But how can we ensure that this brain machine will not betray us? Brain machines are assigned to work only after the company adds a "loyalty chip". Even with Dr. Li's skills, it is impossible to remove this biochemical chip and ensure that the brain machine survives."

The adults' discussion was too complicated, and Ruishuang didn't fully understand it after listening for a long time.

"Can't we make a brain-computer ourselves? How about catching a bad guy and making him into a brain-computer?"

Mu Yue gently patted her daughter's head, on the one hand telling her that it was not feasible, and on the other hand hoping that she would not naively say such cruel words.

"Even if it's a bad guy, it's too pitiful to be trapped in a brain-machine situation where life is worse than death. It would be more merciful to just shoot him. And how can we ensure that a bad guy will carry out tasks for us? What's more, the technology for making brain-machines is monopolized by companies."

The meeting reached a deadlock. Although the possible existence of a lunar orbital gun offered a ray of hope for the company, finding a "brain-machine that voluntarily landed on the moon" became an almost impossible task.

"Linlin, Fengjian, you continue to search for clues on the Dark Gap Network. First, confirm whether the railgun on the back of the moon is still working properly. I will discuss the brain-computer issue with Doctor Li and see if we can come up with a solution."

After lunch, in Doctor Li’s underground laboratory…

"Jian Dan, you want to find a brain machine that is willing to go to the moon and operate the railgun? That's difficult! Unless you can intervene when he is being transformed by the company and interrupt the injection process of the "loyalty chip". Even if the influence of the loyalty chip no longer exists, the brain machine may not be willing to perform a mission that has no return. Instead, it may immediately suffer a mental breakdown due to the loss of the emotional suppression function of the loyalty chip. "

Doctor Li rubbed his chin.

"Instead of looking for this rare brain-machine volunteer, I think it would be better for you, Jiandan, to go into battle yourself and use the Steel Armor Breathing Technique to withstand a series of problems such as launch acceleration and atmospheric friction. As for oxygen, you don't need to worry about it at all, since you can't breathe using the Steel Armor Breathing Technique anyway."

Qin Jiandan frowned and said, "Let's not discuss how I came back. After I was injected with liquid oxygen, I can hold my breath for 10 minutes. How long will it take you to launch me to the moon?"

Doctor Li's glasses reflected white light, which seemed to indicate that he was doing mental arithmetic at high speed.

"If launched at a speed of 5000 m/s, it should reach the moon in less than eight hours."

"I'll be suffocated to death in less than 20 minutes! 8 hours? I've already drunk Meng Po soup in 8 hours and have to wait in line for reincarnation in front of the King of Hell! Doctor Li, if you don't like me, just tell me!"

Doctor Li adjusted the buttons on his white clothes with a bit of shame.

"I'm just providing a way of thinking, for reference only."

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That night, Qin Jiandan went to the west martial arts training ground to visit his master, only to find that his master had fallen face down on the floor of the lounge. "Master! Master, what happened to you?!"

Qin Jiandan rushed forward in panic and saw a large pool of blood under his master's face mixed with the spilled medicine.

"I didn't expect... ahem..."

Qin Qi's voice sounded old and distant, as if it was not heard through the ears.

Qin Jiandan was so anxious that she almost burst into tears: "Why isn't Doctor Li here? Why are the lights so dim? Master, have you been attacked? Who took advantage of your illness to harm you? "

"I didn't expect...I didn't expect..."

"What didn't you expect? Master, please tell me now. I will definitely avenge you!"

"I didn't expect...the wild ginseng in the back mountain...is really poisonous..."

"Eh?"

"I ignored Dr. Li's advice and went to dig wild ginseng to eat. The result was..."

Qin Qi's neck tilted, and Qin Jiandan hugged the old man's gradually stiffening body and shouted: "Master, you were killed by Chinese medicine!"

Covered in cold sweat, Qin Jiandan woke up from the single bed in the guard room on the second underground floor.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Feng Jian beside her seemed not to be asleep at all. She patted Qin Jiandan's arm to comfort him.

Qin Jiandan nodded in admission. He had been troubled by insomnia and often had nightmares since he returned from the high-dimensional space. It seemed that those nightmares were possible timelines, and were the whispers brought to his ears by the Time Devourer.

Fengjian closed his eyes, and his silver eyelashes were almost transparent under the light of the bedside lamp.

"The young master has always pretended to be an adult, but he had to end his childhood early in order to take care of his sister. The nightmare just now must be related to President Qin Qi. I heard the young master calling for his master in a crying voice. For many years, the president has played the role of a strict father, so the young master can act more carefree. If the president dies, the young master will psychologically become a helpless child again. It's a bit pitiful."

Qin Jiandan had to admit that Fengjian was right. Her deep silver pupils sometimes had the magical power to see through souls.

Deep down in his heart, Qin Jiandan hopes to have someone like a "father" to protect him. Even though Qin Jiandan no longer needs protection now, as long as this person exists, he can find inner peace.

However, the master's illness became more and more serious day by day. Even though Qin Jiandan visited him every day, he rarely received a response. It seemed that the day of the president's death was not far away.

Qin Jiandan is not ready to take on the full responsibility of the Night Dragon Society and the life and death of 500 million people in Dongcheng. As long as the master can continue to live, even if he does nothing, Qin Jiandan will have more confidence in himself.

"Be good and go to sleep. Everything will have an answer."

Fengjian patted Qin Jiandan's arm again. Because of insomnia, Fengjian often had to take the responsibility of coaxing Qin Jiandan to sleep.

"There's no one else here, so you can act cute to me more. Even if it's just for tomorrow's work, or to sleep peacefully without nightmares, you can call me mom."

Qin Jiandan turned off the desk lamp, hesitated for a moment, and buried his face in Fengjian's arms without saying a word.

The body temperature and fragrance changed the atmosphere of falling asleep, and Qin Jiandan called out in a daze: “Mom…”

(End of this chapter)