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Zhong Neng was quite talkative, and as they made their way from the mutant's rescue to the Sand Pit, he rambled on incessantly.
"Sand Pit is the most peculiar place in history," Zhong Neng said. "It's surrounded by mountains, and the sand inside has remained unchanged for years, showing no signs of shifting or rising. For hundreds of years, it has maintained its original state. Geologists have come to investigate and found countless layers of different colors and textures of sand grains in the exposed rock layers."
Han Ming was entirely focused on the issue of repairing the Reincarnation Device, only able to respond with a symbolic "Oh."
Clearing his throat, Zhong Neng continued, "The closer you get to the Stratum, the more humid the sand grains become. If you squeeze a handful, you'll find moisture in it. There's a type of red willow in Sand Pit whose roots can reach several dozen meters deep, allowing it to draw sufficient water from the Stratum for its growth."
"Oh," Han Ming said, furrowing his brow as he meticulously recorded data about the seat. His gaze never left it as he analyzed and examined everything carefully.
"Do you know why Sand Pit hasn't changed for hundreds of years? What's the reason?" Zhong Neng asked, but it was a futile question; Han Ming's mind was clearly elsewhere. Feeling awkward, he self-deprecatingly remarked, "You weren't listening to me, were you?"
Han Ming turned back. "What?" After thinking for a moment, he added, "Hmm, interesting."
"What?"
"Sand Pit—you're explaining it well; keep going..."
"Hey, you're actually listening? Sand Pit is our Pride; I make sure to explain it thoroughly to anyone who doesn't understand it."
Zhong Neng must have been quite lonely; having finally found someone willing to listen to him was a source of joy. He fell silent for a few moments, racking his brain for words to exaggerate Sand Pit's allure.
Han Ming found it strange that Zhong Neng had stopped talking. He tilted his head slightly to glance at him, offering an encouraging nod. "It's fine; you can continue."
"The magic of Sand Pit lies in its natural wonders—a marvelous masterpiece crafted by nature itself. The sand grains blown in from the northwest settle in Sand Pit; at the bottom, they are affected by moisture, causing only a small portion to drift away with the wind. Most of the sand grains quietly settle in the pit over time. Because it's surrounded by mountains, the wind is obstructed and cannot move the sand grains; thus, Sand Pit was formed."
Finally finishing part of his data collection, Han Ming took a serious look at Zhong Neng, who was gulping down water. "Why don't you take a break?"
"How could talking be tiring?" Zhong Neng replied dreamily as if lost in memories. "Since I was young, I've loved geological surveys. My brother went into Guerrilla Military service, and since we couldn't leave our elderly parents behind at home, I had no choice but to give up my dreams..." At this point, his eyes glistened with unshed tears as he instinctively wiped them away. "I don't have many friends and tend to be wary of everyone. I hope you won't mind my rudeness earlier."
Han Ming chuckled, "Are you still hung up on that matter?" He patted Zhong Neng on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'm not that petty. You go take a break." He pointed at the scattered parts on the floor and added, "I'll keep working here and then take a rest myself."
Zhong Neng apologized, "I disturbed you, didn't I? People like you who work with machinery must hate being interrupted."
"Not at all..." Han Ming suddenly froze, raising his hand to slap his forehead as he muttered, "How could I forget? We've been down in the basement for so long, and I completely forgot about Nair."
"I'll go check," Zhong Neng said eagerly, turning on his heel and rushing up the stairs.
Han Ming couldn't help but smile to himself; Zhong Neng was truly a straightforward person. He picked up the data again and began to carefully verify it—
Zhong Neng burst through the basement door, shouting, "Not good! The robot is missing!"
Hearing that Nair was gone made Han Ming's heart skip a beat. He quickly dropped what he was doing and hurried after Zhong Neng to see what was going on.
Logically speaking, Nair wouldn’t leave without his permission. He had just told her to step outside for a moment; he hadn’t meant for her to leave entirely, had he?
Han Ming tried to recall if he had said something wrong earlier.
Zhong Neng assured him that his instructions were clear—he had only asked her to step out for a bit—
Nair's unexpected departure didn’t make sense. Could a robot really sulk like a human? Han Ming was busy repairing the Reincarnation Device and immediately asked Zhong Neng to help look for her.
Where could Nair have gone? No one knew.
Han Ming was also concerned about Xiao Qiang and Fang Shanshan. To return to them as soon as possible, he needed to focus on his work. Working overtime to fix the Reincarnation Device was the best course of action.
As a qualified mechanic, he had considerable knowledge of reincarnation principles. A reincarnator must possess tachyon signals that form 'Mimicry.' Tachyon signals are an innate substance, also known as superluminal particles. Those who naturally carry superluminal particles have the ability to traverse time; 'Mimicry' locks onto these signals, creating reverse currents during rotation that allow communication with either the past or future.
Thus, it was evident that Xiao Qiang carried a high concentration of tachyons, enabling him to move freely across any temporal space. Additionally, he possessed a unique metabolic function that meant he would not age or die—
Nair ultimately did not return, and Zhong Neng Yan Yan was back.
Han Ming glanced at Zhong Neng, who looked dispirited, his dark eyes sharp like a hawk's. He tried to comfort himself with a few words, but inside he felt a deep emptiness; Nair's departure had left him feeling hollow and distressed.
Thinking back, perhaps Nair had gone home. She must have returned to find Fang Shanshan; it had been over a day since she left, and it was likely she missed her owner.
Han Ming could only use this thought to calm his sense of loss. He rested his head in his hands and lay back, staring at the mottled darkness of the ceiling. His mind was filled with worry about what Xiao Qiang and the others were doing. This anxiety stemmed from various sources: personal feelings and concerns regarding the Kabo Corporation.
In fact, Fang Shanshan was also worried about Han Ming. She and Xiao Qiang had spent half an hour at the police station, and it was only after Zhong Xuan rushed in with a flurry of compliments to their superior that they were reluctantly allowed to leave.
The insecurity that Zhong Xuan felt, which even Fang Shanshan and Xiao Qiang could not resolve, weighed heavily on him.
"Your car has already been taken care of by the insurance company; they are handling the repairs and other matters."
"Thank you, Uncle."
"Hey, just call me by my name," Zhong Xuan joked. "Calling me Uncle makes me feel old..."
"Aren't you old?" Xiao Qiang interjected.
"Han Ming forgot to bring Nair's battery..." Fang Shanshan suddenly remembered, exclaiming in surprise.
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