Messenger of Misfortune

Upon hearing this, Miao Xin's soul fire instantly blazed brightly.

"Let me see! Let me see!"

She immediately reached out to snatch the tablet from Fengshou's hand.

The Fengshou had no choice but to surrender.

"We were just casually hypothesizing a potential use case for 'Yinglong' and conducting exploratory research."

He tried to find reasons to explain.

"The Yinglong is more maneuverable than a missile, but its performance is greatly reduced once it is armed with weapons."

"Therefore, our approach is to equip it with powerful information equipment and a complete data link."

"Send it forward at high speed to guide friendly air and ground units to launch long-range missile attacks."

"And the enemy's weapons simply couldn't hit it."

"That's roughly how it works."

"Keep making things up, keep making things up." Su Ming crossed his arms, looking on with amusement.

Fengshou finally resigned himself to his fate and handed over the tablet.

Sure enough, a pair of twelve-meter-long, knife-shaped weapons lay on the screen.

The side is covered with various markings. In addition to high-frequency vibration, this thing also has an instantaneous high-heat function.

"Wow!!! This is great! Should we use it during the test?"

Miao Xin immediately became excited.

****

All tasks are progressing steadily.

The "Zhurong" nuclear reactor has finally reached the time for testing.

The precise and detailed manipulation was naturally beyond the capabilities of "engineering mages" like Su Ming and Taya.

However, the level of automation on the technology side is already quite high.

For the support team, even if some safety margins are sacrificed, nuclear reactors are not entirely impossible to automate.

Therefore, once the system is initially configured, a few simple commands can be issued, and the control core of "Zhurong" can respond and complete various controls on its own.

The first step was a comprehensive functional check.

Then, start with a low power level and gradually increase the power.

Test item: Medium power steady-state hold, remaining time: 04 minutes 12 seconds, current power: 45%.

Main circuit pressure: Normal; Heat exchange efficiency: Normal. Suddenly, a yellow warning box popped up.

Suggested attention: Core local power mapping deviation. Su Ming stared at that line of text for two seconds.

very good.

He recognized every single word; Su Ming's Chinese language skills were indeed impeccable, not something taught by a PE teacher.

"Explain this alarm," he commanded in his voice.

Query current alarms --

The current alarm message "Core local power mapping deviation" has been located.

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The next moment, the "Zhurong" intelligent control system displayed a colorful core mesh diagram.

The entire interface is covered with countless tiny squares.

Most of them are a uniform light green, except for a few patches near the bottom right corner that are slightly darker and have a bluish tint.

Local flux was 2.71% lower than the model prediction.

Compensation in neighboring areas increased by 1.92%.

Conclusion: The reactive reserve is lower than the predictive model. It is recommended to review the material response. Su Ming finished reading it expressionlessly, feeling as if a large number of words had smoothly slipped through his cerebral cortex without leaving a trace.

So he decisively connected to Earth and passed the problem on to the Fengshou.

Fengshou and several engineers huddled together and discussed the matter in hushed tones for a moment.

"This is due to misalignment between fuel components, coupled with uneven distribution of the combustible absorber, causing the automatic controller to trigger a conservative alarm."

"Please speak in a way that I can understand," Su Ming sighed.

A bountiful Fengshou necessitates a restructuring of language.

"The new fuel rods are incredibly powerful."

"So we coated the outside of the fuel pellets with an extra layer of boron, which can suppress the reaction rate."

"This material is gradually consumed as nuclear fuel is used, hence the name 'combustible absorber'."

Su Ming continued to look at him with clear eyes.

Fengshou remained silent for two seconds.

"OK, just burn it first!"

He gave up completely.

"The logic of an automatic control system is based on the most conservative safety envelope."

"If there's even the slightest deviation, it will frantically pop up warning messages."

You'll get used to it.

"Like the warning on cigarette packs that smoking is harmful to your health?" Su Ming tried to understand.

"It's still a bit more useful than that one," said Fengshou.

The test ended quickly, and the automated system indicated that it had passed.

Su Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Subsequently, the test power of "Zhurong" was further increased, all the way up to the rated power of 35 megawatts.

The final evaluation result from the automated system is as follows:

Steady-state pass rate: 96.4%

Power fluctuation amplitude: Normal. Overall judgment after medium-power steady-state test: Pass. Hint: "Slightly widening local deviation trend" is still a fuel assembly difference issue.

Fengshou explained.

However, the "Zhurong" system will learn on its own and gradually correct these errors.

"Understood."

****

The debugging of the "Yinglong" mecha is also progressing smoothly.

Its landing method resembles that of an airplane standing on two legs.

Miao Xin carefully controlled the machine's balance, gliding high up along the track like a roller skater.

It finally came to a smooth stop.

Applause erupted from the audience.

Many people were so excited that their eyes welled up with tears, and whistles echoed everywhere.

[These plastic mold enthusiasts seem to be having a blast.] Su Ming said.

[I enjoyed it too!] Miao Xin said smugly.

Once the machine has come to a stop, the traction equipment immediately moves forward, raises the hydraulic baffle, connects the bolts, and secures the "Yinglong" mecha.

The green light came on, Miao Xin opened the cockpit door. Before the ladder could even get close, she jumped down.

The researchers immediately swarmed in.

One group went to check on "Yinglong," while the other group conducted a physical examination on Miao Xin.

"We need to get a medical check-up after we get off the plane," Miao Xin muttered.

"The process," the person in charge replied succinctly.

Miao Xin suddenly remembered something.

"Since you can access my traffic data, my parents' records should still be there, right?"

Her parents were in a car accident two years ago.

In that accident, her mother, He Yixiang, died on the spot, and her father, Miao Mu injured.

The person in charge paused for a moment.

"That document—it's a bit old." His tone was somewhat unnatural.

Miao Xin's soul fire stirred.

"Would the data on such a horrific accident that killed three people be deleted so quickly?"

The person in charge was speechless.

"Miss Qiu," he carefully chose his words, "The scene might be quite gruesome. If you're going to see those..."

"No problem," Su Ming replied.

She can handle emotions that are far worse than this.

"Moreover, facing some things head-on is actually a good thing for Miao Xin."

Su Ming's understanding of Miao Xin's unique existence is also deepening.

"Or rather, more than emotions, her understanding of her own 'existence' is what matters most to her."

"I'll look for it then." The person in charge forced a smile, turned around, and went to the side to make a phone call.

****

[Miao Xin.]

Su Ming called her name softly in the spiritual world, with a hint of a sigh.

When Miao Xin asked that question, it wasn't just the person in charge who froze.

Several core members, including Fengshou, looked somewhat uneasy.

Miao Xin was very perceptive of this, and the Nether Sea began to ripple.

This is why Su Ming immediately stepped in to take over.

Not long after, the person in charge walked up to the Little Spiky Head again.

"Found it." He handed over the tablet.

Miao Xin looked down.

That was a road surveillance video.

It is nighttime.

In the video, a car is driving normally.

Suddenly, it seemed to lose control, abruptly veered off course, rushed onto the curb, and then twisted and turned in an extremely abnormal manner before finally plunging headfirst into a roadside restaurant.

That was the car her parents were in.

Miao Xin replayed the video.

"Actually, I've seen it before," she said softly. "Back then, I couldn't see the problem."

"But things are different now."

"Su Ming taught me how to drive."

"And you have taught me so much during this time."

She raised the tablet in her hand, her voice gradually turning cold.

"This vehicle model is equipped with four independent motors for each wheel, vehicle stability control, and torque vectoring control system."

"When a vehicle encounters a sudden obstacle on the road, the vehicle controller estimates the state based on wheel speed, yaw rate, steering angle, and acceleration signals, identifies adhesion changes and attitude deviations, and then redistributes the torque to the four wheels. If necessary, it adds ESC braking intervention to suppress vehicle yaw and restore the target trajectory."

She paused, her gaze fixed intently on the surveillance footage.

"Please make it clearer."

Even if it hits a curb, the vehicle's powertrain will repeatedly adjust the torque distribution to the four wheels, down to the millisecond, to stabilize the vehicle.

"There's only one possibility for this trajectory to occur—all of these safety systems must have malfunctioned simultaneously at just the right moment!"

Just then, the phone rang.

Miao Xin looked down and saw it was Jin Rongjia.

She answered the phone and immediately asked the question.

"Was this also done by ' Jackal ' and their gang?"

"Yes," the person on the other end of the phone readily admitted.

The Nether Sea within Miao Xin suddenly unfolded.

Even though no one else could see it, everyone present felt a jolt in their hearts.

But not many people are really worried.

Just as Su Ming had said before, Miao Xin was already capable of handling this level of emotional fluctuation.

"What else are you hiding from me?" Her voice was icy. "Tell me everything."

"Initially, this incident was indeed classified as a regular traffic accident."

Jin Rongjia replied.

"But after Su Ming transmigrated, he got involved with— that Little Spiky Head."

"We reinvestigated the matters related to you and thus reaffirmed the suspicion that was initially dismissed as a mere coincidence."

In such a large country, on average, one person dies in a traffic accident every ten minutes.

Submerged in such a large pool, it's indeed difficult to generate more ideas.

"At that time, we couldn't figure out why."

It wasn't until later, when they learned of the existence of the "Jackal," that they realized this was just one of many cases they had committed.

Miao Xin's Nether Sea surged again.

"So, they killed my mother!"

"Jin Rongjia, I have one last question."

Her tone was exceptionally stern.

Where are those ' Jackal ' now?!