Chapter 46 Restrictive Prophecy
In an old-style house at the headquarters,
"Wang Xiaoming!"

"is it you?!"

Old Qin was sitting on a recliner in the yard, holding a stack of paper documents in his hand. These were the information about Wang Xiaoming that he had just obtained from the headquarters.

The moment he saw Wang Xiaoming at the headquarters, Old Qin felt that Wang Xiaoming was different. He seemed like a ghost rider, but not like one. Old Qin had never seen such a person before.

Thinking back to the situation when the headquarters repeatedly made excuses and was unwilling to provide information when he requested it, Mr. Qin also realized how much the headquarters valued Wang Xiaoming.

After his repeated assurances, the headquarters, after obtaining approval from the five departments, gave him some of Wang Xiaoming's information.

After reading the information in his hands, Mr. Qin was almost certain that Wang Xiaoming was the culprit for the failure of his foresight, because he found that he could hardly predict anything about Wang Xiaoming.

It is precisely because of Wang Xiaoming, the prophecy black hole, that Mr. Qin can no longer predict the future. Even the future he predicted in the past may undergo tremendous changes.

"Will he be the new hope?" Old Qin looked into the distance and muttered to himself.

Wang Xiaoming's peculiarity gave him a different feeling that could not be explained clearly, but just by looking at the information, he knew that Wang Xiaoming was born for the supernatural. Whether it was the ghost-exorcising bell or the supernatural gunpowder that was being made, Wang Xiaoming was constantly changing the world.

He has predicted many things in the future. Some things cannot be changed, but some things are changing at any time. In his predictions, there are results of completely solving supernatural events, and there are also endings of human extinction.

He tries to minimize the number of times he makes moves in order to make the world develop according to the good future he predicted.

But now there are variables, variables that he cannot predict, causing the world to begin to change drastically. He doesn't know whether this variable is good or bad, but this unprecedented variable makes his old heart start to beat faster, and he feels the long-lost passion he felt when he first faced the evil spirit in his youth.

He wanted to take a gamble, he wanted to take a gamble with fate.

The appearance of Wang Xiaoming gave him new hope. Since the future had already changed and could not be reversed, why should he cling to that illusory future?

He had had enough of the future he had predicted.

Mr. Qin's ability to predict is that he can talk to his future self, so the things he can predict must be things that his future self knows, and he can only ask about things related to the supernatural, and there is a limit to the number of questions he can ask each time.

The most important thing is that he cannot decide which timeline's future self to talk to. The future is uncertain, and every decision he makes will split a timeline. Maybe in a certain timeline he is already dead, or maybe in another timeline he is the king of the world.

The consequence of the future of multiple timelines is that his predictions cannot completely correspond to the scenes in the real world. He may predict that the ghost ship will arrive in Dahai City in a year, but in the real world, the ghost ship will arrive in Dahai City three years later.

This is the discrepancy between the real world and other timelines.

"Alas! If I could predict the future of my own timeline," Old Qin stood up, "I might have already completely solved the problem of spiritual resurrection."

The next day, at six in the morning,
Wang Xiaoming woke up on time, got up, folded the quilt, got dressed and washed up. After he had tidied everything, there was a hint of light outside.

Since his promotion to Sequence Eight, not only has his body been strengthened, but he has also been full of energy every day, waking up at six in the morning without feeling sleepy at all.

At this moment, the sun had not risen outside and the light was not sufficient. Wang Xiaoming turned on the desk lamp, sat at the desk and opened the chapter that he had not finished reading last night.

Time passed, the sun rose, and noisy noises began to be heard outside. Wang Xiaoming looked up at the time and found that it was already a quarter past seven. It was time to set off.

After breakfast, I went to the laboratory.

After the morning meeting, Wang Xiaoming went directly to Pang Dong’s experimental group.

Today he and Pang Dong's experimental group will move to the headquarters, and he can tell them some things. The headquarters has also taken action and sent a fleet of vehicles, including several trucks, to transport some of Wang Xiaoming's experimental materials.

When the convoy arrived at the experimental base, the news that Wang Xiaoming was going to the headquarters to work also spread. For a moment, everyone at the base couldn't believe it. Wang Xiaoming had just become the head of the base, so why would he go to the headquarters to work.

However, after Wang Xiaoming confirmed the news in the management group, everyone believed it.

The management group was immediately flooded with countless messages.

Director Ma: @Professor Wang, what will we do if you leave? Without your leadership, the experimental base will be in chaos.

Professor Huang: This is so sudden. What happened? Why did Professor Wang go to the headquarters?
Director Wei: @Professor Wang, how long will you be gone?

Wang Xiaoming: @Everyone, I am just going to the headquarters to do research and will be back in a while. The base will be handed over to you while I am away.

In the laboratory,

Pang Dong's team began to move some experimental materials, and people from Chen Wei and Cui Chongshi's two experimental groups also came to help.

"Professor, I want to follow you. Can I be transferred to the headquarters as well?" Cui Chongshi walked up to Wang Xiaoming, carrying a box of fragrant candles, and said with a flattering smile on his face.

"No." Wang Xiaoming rejected him coldly and ruthlessly.

"Um... okay!" Cui Chongshi suddenly became depressed and walked out carrying the box.

"Professor, how long will you stay at the headquarters?" The speaker was Chen Wei. Because she was a girl and short, no one asked her to move things, so she simply came to Wang Xiaoming.

"It will probably take more than a month!" Wang Xiaoming's tone was softer. Unlike his attitude towards Cui Chongshi, he valued Chen Wei's research talent very much.

"I'm sorry, professor," Chen Wei suddenly apologized, with a hint of apology on her usually cold face, "The research project you gave me has not made any progress in all these days."

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and said, "This has nothing to do with you. This is how supernatural experiments are. It depends on luck and persistence. You have only been studying for a few days, so don't be impatient."

Following Chen Wei's gaze, Wang Xiaoming looked at Pang Dong who was directing the staff. He instantly understood Chen Wei's thoughts. This was the loss and self-blame caused by seeing her former colleague being transferred to the headquarters because of the breakthrough in the supernatural experiment.

He began to doubt his own abilities, so he took such action.

"Okay, be happy, we are not not coming back," Wang Xiaoming patted Chen Wei on the shoulder, "Remember to send me your daily work log. Although I'm not here, you still have to complete your daily experimental tasks."

Wang Xiaoming didn’t know how to comfort a girl, he just chatted with Chen Wei for a few words.

Soon all the useful experimental materials had been moved and it was time to leave.

Leaders of all ranks from the experimental base came to see Wang Xiaoming off, but were scolded by Wang Xiaoming and sent back to work.

Only some people from Laboratory No. 3 were left. Wang Xiaoming sat in the special car, opened the window and waved goodbye to them. As the vehicle accelerated, the convoy quickly left the experimental base.

　In the original work, Mr. Qin’s predictions are rarely reflected. I can regard this as a secondary setting. The main reason is that the prediction ability is too buggy. I don’t know how to continue writing the story without restrictions.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)