A Sheridan dog kept trying to stop them, but it was no use. Ethan pushed Darent over directly, and the stupid dog bit the wooden man's ankle and was almost dragged up the stairs.
"She is in a dream state now."
A dream weaver turned around and told Ethan what he had detected.
"There is a mysterious power connected to her, and we dare not wake her up rashly."
"That's right." Ethan first praised these people's work attitude, then he personally pushed through the crowd and went in, and at a glance he saw two figures lying side by side.
One is Hitzfeld and the other is Walnut.
"Where is the eagle she reported on?"
"Bilson found it in the hallway."
"Ouch!"
"Have you checked everything in the room?"
"They are all materials for making medicine or incense. Some of them are controlled substances that have passed the limit, but no dangerous finished products have been found."
"Ouch!"
"Maps, keep an eye on the dog...it's annoying as hell. How's the situation out there?"
"We can use the same methods we use against nightmares to harm them, but there are too many of them, and there is no sign of them stopping."
"Let them keep blocking it, and don't let any of them into the house."
"I'll keep an eye on them."
During this conversation, the lights went out.
The house suddenly fell into darkness, and after a while, several flashlight lights appeared, like sharp swords slashing back and forth in the house.
"The circuit here seems to be a dedicated line. There may be a generator... Let Claire go down and take a look."
"Okay, they probably touched it accidentally. I hope it can be fixed."
"Damn it...anything can happen."
"Why do we need to answer the hotline?" a young police officer asked in confusion.
"Can't we just pull a line from the city?"
Immediately, several flashlights shone over him, and he couldn't see anyone clearly. He could only hear his companions burst into laughter.
"Jack...silly boy! Have you forgotten that it's like this everywhere?"
Even Ethan was amused by him. He grinned and said, "The transmission efficiency of electric current is not stable. The only solution is to build more power stations. The distance is too far to transmit energy. The hypothesis you mentioned only exists in the literature."
“Only a few power stations that have survived from the last era have that kind of transmission power,” another veteran police officer echoed.
"Like Talignan, they are the only ones who know how to generate electricity from water."
"Then...why can't Sarah use it?"
"Who am I asking you to ask?"
"Oh, by the way, maybe you should ask that 'Bodrak'."
……
The footsteps of time wander in the fog.
In the town of Blackwood in 1983, a young girl is trying to change the outcome.
The dead bone ice needle returned from the darkness with a chill. Hitzfeld pinched the tip of the needle and smelled it, and seemed to smell a strong scent of blood.
She had no intention of killing anyone, let alone a ghost who was already dead.
But if someone really wanted to force her to do something, she wouldn't be polite to them.
About five minutes ago, she watched Jomi Rock being dragged into darkness by an unclear monster. A moment of hesitation made her miss the chance to rescue him, but Jomi did not ask her to save him. Before he died, he was still shouting at her to protect her daughter.
As for everyone else.
Without the restraint of the temporary leader, the cruel reality shattered all their fantasies. They could only see the gray-haired girl, and then... the more they looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed to them.
[You are really brave.]
The mysterious master came out to comment again.
[Even if they don't know you're a superhuman, they shouldn't forget you have a gun.]
Hitzfeld did not bother to answer her, because Kurumi—strictly speaking, Doris—was annoying enough with her crying.
The little girl was now lying on Pisis, her face covered with tears.
Her father had passed away, and her most admired elder was about to pass away. Her hope of survival was completely shattered. This blow was too heavy for her.
"do not Cry."
Hitzfeld walked over and said.
"He's not dead yet, but if you keep suppressing it, it's hard to say for sure."
"really?"
The girl looked up at her.
"Tell me where his house is." Hitzfeld slightly avoided that gaze, "You've stayed at his house for more than a year, don't tell me you don't know the way."
Doris knows the way.
According to her, she could find her way around this area even if she was blindfolded - because her home was nearby.
Ah, Walnut did seem to have said that she often sat across the street and watched Pisis go to church...
Hitzfeld dragged the inventor, who was almost a corpse, across two empty streets under the guidance of Doris.
During this process, Ice Needle killed several unknown monsters. She was too lazy to even investigate and recalled Ice Needle to continue moving forward.
Finally, we arrived at Pisis's house.
This is a two-story villa, and the overall layout is very similar to my wife's house, except that the house is smaller and the surroundings are more open.
"There are fields in front and behind..."
The little girl was introducing the situation to Hitzfeld as if she were the hostess of the place.
"Mr. Pisis doesn't farm. He hires people to do the work. Sometimes I go down to the fields to help."
"Take me to the backyard."
Doris didn't have the key, so Hitzfeld had no choice but to carry her on his back and go around from the side.
There was no lighting in this damn place, and the fields were often sunken. She was so exhausted from walking all the way that when she reached the backyard, she didn't care about anything else. She just threw the person to the ground, put her hands on her waist and gasped.
A groan was heard in the darkness.
Suddenly, there was light.
Doris stood behind an object as tall as a person, holding a coal lamp in her hand.
Good...she still remembers it's here.
Hitzfeld nodded his chin and looked at the ground. The inventor was not dead.
But what's the point?
She raised her head and looked at the bizarre machine with a coal lamp hanging on it, which was piled up in the yard and looked a bit like a generator.
A little person who didn't even leave any name in history.
Even if he were alive, it would all be too vague.
"That's... a transformer substation..."
She heard a voice from below.
"pity……"
"It's all just a fantasy..."
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Well, let's just consider yesterday's third update delayed to today~
There should still be three or four updates this month, after all, there are only 28 days... It's not easy to go out and see a movie... I don't know if Ball 2 can be postponed to March.
Chapter 99: The Realm of Enlightenment
"What did you say?"
He asked the question softly, but Hitzfeld did not look at the dying inventor. His one eye was fixed on the strange machine.
"This thing is... a transformer substation?"
She frowned, feeling a sudden panic in her heart. She felt that the word "voltage transformation" seemed particularly important, but for a moment she couldn't remember what it meant.
But she was young after all, with an excellent memory, and she had never neglected reviewing her past experiences since coming into this world. Gradually, she was able to recall some knowledge, some knowledge that had left a deep impression on her.
Power station...power station...if we talk about transformer, it should be used to adjust the pressure of electric current...
By the way, after electricity was invented, it quickly spread throughout society because of its safe and reliable performance. But if I remember correctly... even on Earth, we had headaches at the beginning because of the serious loss of electricity transmission.
The farther the transmission line is, the more serious the loss of power will be... It is for this reason that all cities need to build a large number of power stations, and the closer the residential area is to the power station, the stronger the power will be...
When did the change occur?
It seems that it was after Edison improved the electric light...someone discovered that the loss could be reduced by adjusting the pressure of the electric current, which greatly improved the transmission efficiency and made long-distance power transmission possible!
So this "substation" actually represents... "alternating current"?
Standing there, his whole state became like a wooden chicken.
Hitzfeld never dreamed she would ever witness such a thing.
Anyone with a little experience should know how important alternating current is to electrical civilization. It is one of the most important pieces of the puzzle, and the invention of alternating current has allowed electricity to truly shine.
Hitzfeld recalled several major power outages he had experienced. Whether in Weinport or Blackwood City, the power supply was often tight.
Is it because of insufficient quantity?
I'm afraid not.
There are more than ten power stations that she can remember from memory. Considering her personality of staying at home all day long, this number is very exaggerated.
If she doesn't take any cases, her range of activities is limited to a very small area around where she lives. Of course, this is not because she likes to stay at home but because she really can't spare the time to walk too far. However, this is enough to show how densely populated the power stations are in the city.
Forty years later, Sarah did not master alternating current technology.
She finally realized it and started to get goose bumps all over her body.
It’s not like this technology hadn’t been invented, at least it had been imagined, proposed, and perhaps even invented before Rafa Pisis—
But none of them were able to actually realize their ideas.
Until this moment, Hitzfeld had never truly understood how serious the impact of the gray fog invasion would be on civilization.
In 1983, an evil disaster that could be recorded in history ravaged the town of Blackwood. She and others had previously only focused on a few individuals when looking at this period of history, and never thought about the little people, or paid attention to their struggles, joys and sorrows.
Pointless.
In the face of survival, sympathy for the weak is too luxurious. But even in Blackwood Town, there was an inventor named Rafa Pisis, the "Father of Alternating Current", who was implicated by the evil disaster and almost lost his name. Who can guarantee that similar situations will not happen again in the next forty years?
It might even have been repeated before - what she was seeing now was a repetition, just as the compass was lost on Earth four times and invented four times. Perhaps someone had proposed a similar concept in the past, but they didn't have the chance to leave their names behind.
Her thoughts were so strong that the mysterious master could feel them without any effort.
[The inventor of alternating current...] She sighed, [If this thing could be passed down, Sarah forty years later would definitely not have such a hard time.]
Apart from other things, the problem of charging the mechanical sun can basically be solved. That thing can fly from Wayne to Blackwood City with one charge... This is the limit. But if there is a more stable energy supply, or even every city can ensure this level of energy supply, then it can continue to travel without stopping and patrol the entire Sara land in a short time.
[Perhaps this is the meaning of the Time Sea being left behind.] She commented, [I used to be puzzled, but the things here... there must be some lost technology similar to alternating current.]
[Perhaps we are not on the wrong path. Opening the Sea of Time... is not a sin...]
"It's not a crime." Hitzfeld suddenly said, "But I think differently from you."
[How is it different?]
But the girl didn't answer her. She had more important things to do.
Half-kneeling, staring at the middle-aged man with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, Hitzfeld whispered into the inventor's ear.
