Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 6 Proving Time Travel to the Great Xia

Lin Mo was led into a pure white room, which was completely empty except for tables and chairs.

The lights were bright, and the four walls were so white they reflected light, making the feeling of being used as a guinea pig even stronger.

A researcher in a white lab coat walked in, a professional smile on his face.

"Mr. Lin, we need to have this gem tested."

"Okay." Lin Mo handed over the gemstone.

The gemstone was carefully placed into a sealed metal box and taken away by the other party.

Soon, someone brought food and water.

Four dishes and a soup, with both meat and vegetables, and plenty of rice.

Lin Mo was starving and didn't care about his image, so he devoured the food in a flash.

It smells amazing! It smells so good!

This was definitely the best meal he had in the past six months.

In a post-apocalyptic world, being able to eat pure, natural rice and braised pork without any technology or grueling cooking is a true luxury.

The immense satisfaction from carbohydrates finally brought a slight rebound to his nerves, which were on the verge of snapping.

After a satisfying meal, Ge You (a famous Chinese comedian) lounges down.

What followed was a seemingly endless "expert consultation" that lasted for hours.

Different experts took turns speaking, including those in psychology, physics, sociology, and military strategy...

Lin Mo felt like he was participating in a high-end version of the audition for "The Brain," except he was the "prop" being studied.

The questions were getting more and more tricky and outrageous.

"You said elves have magic, but to what extent? Have you ever looked into its outward manifestations and its essence?" A physics expert pushed up his glasses.

Lin Mo: "I don't know that. I just got there and don't understand many things."

"You described a demon army of tens of thousands. Please describe what they look like and what their form of existence is like." A military expert said with a serious expression.

Lin Mo: "Ah, this is like monsters; some are living beings, and some are energy beings, it seems??"

"You claim you traveled through time while sleeping. What were your subjective feelings during that time travel?"

Is the flow rate of time consistent?

Lin Mo was stunned.

He knew this was standard procedure, and he had to extract every detail from his words.

He was extremely cooperative, repeating everything he knew over and over again.

As for the parts he didn't understand, his answers were straightforward:

"I don't know," "I didn't notice," "I was just focused on running and didn't think about it much."

He knew very well that pretending to know what he didn't in front of these national-level experts and bigwigs would only make him uncomfortable.

His candor and the high degree of logical consistency in his words made the experts' faces less and less doubtful and more and more solemn.

This kid is either the greatest genius conman in history, or... what he says is true.

Several hours later, the interrogation room door was suddenly pushed open.

A middle-aged man walked in, followed by a group of experts who had questioned him before.

The man wasn't wearing a military uniform, just simple civilian clothes, but the air in the room seemed to be sucked away the moment he entered, and the air pressure dropped sharply.

The smell of iron and blood was more than ten times stronger than that of the previous Chen Feng.

The man pulled out the chair opposite Lin Mo and sat down, his movements swift and decisive.

"Hello Lin Mo, my name is Zhao Gang."

His voice remained calm and steady, unmoved by the experts' assertion that it was likely true, and he maintained his skepticism.

Zhao Gang leaned forward slightly, his eyes deep and intelligent, as if trying to see through Lin Mo completely.

"We examined what you brought."

"It is indeed very special."

He paused for a moment, then continued typing.

"However, there is still a long way to go between a special stone and a new world."

"Now, I'm giving you a chance to convince me."

"To convince me why we should use national resources to believe a story that sounds like the beginning of an online novel."

coming!

Lin Mu's heart began to pound. He met Zhao Gang's gaze without flinching.

"Hello, Commander Zhao."

He greeted them, and after organizing his thoughts, said:

"If I could fabricate such a flawless story and still pass the scrutiny of so many experts without batting an eye..."

"I should become the king of spies instead of staying in a rented room waiting to die."

He shrugged, his tone tinged with self-deprecation.

"Besides, what I'm talking about—elves, the World Tree, magic, demons... it really sounds like nonsense."

"But please consider this: wasn't the idea of ​​Earth's rotation slowing down just as absurd three years ago?"

Zhao Gang's expression changed slightly.

Lin Mo's words hit the nail on the head.

Yes, compared to the most absurd reality that the entire planet is heading towards death, a magical world doesn't seem so hard to accept.

"You make a good point." Zhao Gang nodded, but then changed the subject.

"But that's still just your side of the story. I need verification, repeatable and observable verification."

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, once, then again.

"You said you can carry things back and forth through time, I want to see it for myself."

"Okay." Lin Mo had already thought of a solution.

"However, my abilities are limited; I can only bring back small things from that world using my mouth."

Zhao Gang nodded.

"Understood. When can we begin?"

Lin Mo looked around at the blindingly white walls.

"Prepare a room for me to sleep in, so I can pass away while I'm asleep."

Before long, Lin Mo was moved into a new room.

This room has an extra bed compared to the previous pure white interrogation room; it's soft and comfortable, but that's about it.

Because high-definition cameras are installed in the corners of the walls and on the ceiling, there are no blind spots, making it comparable to a film set.

The male lead is Lin Mo.

There were even several instruments he couldn't understand standing by the bed, their screens flashing green light.

"Get a good night's sleep." Zhao Gang personally brought him over, leaving behind these words before leaving.

"We'll wait for you to wake up."

The heavy door closed slowly behind us with a dull thud.

Zhao Gang went to the monitoring room next door, which was filled with scientists who looked excited.

On more than a dozen screens, Lin Mo's heart rate, brain waves, and other data are being displayed in real time.

"Is everything ready?"

"Ready! All monitoring equipment is functioning normally!"

Several doctors in white coats peered through the one-way glass, wishing they could give Lin Mo, who was still looking around on the bed, a tranquilizer to help him fall asleep quickly.