On the soft down bed, Martin Stein was half of his body in the soft mattress, his face was haggard, his eyes were thick, and his brows were tightly frowned, looking 20 years older than himself.

‘Lingling…’

The phone rings in the hall.

He is a scholar who prefers classicalism. His elegant house, a study room with sandalwood, and a somewhat classical hall, all with a classical dull sandalwood style. Even the telephone is a phone that produces black dialing rotary discs in the United States in the 1930s.

His tired face wrinkled, and he moaned exhausted. He turned his head on the bed, pressing his migraine-wrenching head, and the ringtone was stuck in his head like an embroidery needle. The tired body wanted to ignore the ringtone, but the ringtone was too loud. Even in the bedroom, the harsh ringtone penetrated the wall, and it was simply trying to pierce his head, piercing him into pain and discomfort, making him extremely irritated.

After rolling on the bed for a few times, he tried to cover his head with a quilt over his head and the pillow covered his head. The more the migraine was, the more he covered his ears with his hands. The irritability in his heart made him, a scholar who was always good-tempered, could not bear it. He gritted his teeth and moaned, cursed "F***U" and shook his painful head, with a tired face, then lifted the quilt and got up.

When he touched a slipper on his feet on the ground, he was not in a state of energy to find another cup to kick somewhere. He just wore a slipper like this, tired and haggard, pressing his head, the old man dragged his body to the living room.

A series of things have happened recently, which have caused him to be in poor mood and mental state.

First of all, for some reason, he always found himself in a strange place or environment, but could not remember how he went where he went. He seemed to have amnesia and sleepwalking, which made him unable to control his actions. This kind of confused behavior occurred more often, which made him feel depressed and confused about his body. After being puzzled, he thought he was already old and entered the final stage of his life.

Slowly he became addicted to alcohol and became self-destructive.

Then there were a lot of reporters, various companies and even some relevant personnel from the US FBI. I don’t know what happened, and I often squatted at my door, trying my best to talk to myself about the development of "controllable nuclear fusion" and trying my best to invite myself to develop nuclear fusion.

This is probably what I do in sleepwalking, amnesia, and sleepwalking.

Because when he was awake, he had never studied controlled nuclear fusion, and no matter whether he was nominated for the next Nobel Prize, etc.

But he had never done anything he had done before, nor did he go to the central city to give a speech on future energy, or what kind of great man he wanted to become.

This is a lie, a bubble, a lie that bursts with one punch. Martin Stein dared not admit that he was sleepwalking and doing something.

In fact, I don't have any memory.

Martin Stein thought he was done.

"roll…"

Martin Stein dragged a barefoot and stepped on the cold wooden floor. His hands were still drunk and dreaming. When he was passing by the phone at the hall, he went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of vodka. Although he had not poured it out of his mouth, he was already drunk just by holding it.

He picked up the microphone and had no good tone of an elite, he had become a drunkard.

"Dr. Martin Stein, I know what's going on with you."

Martin Stein ignored it and wanted to hang up the phone after saying that he knew his situation. Even if he heard the microphone say that he knew his situation, he would not pause. Who doesn’t know his situation? He is a drunkard!

"You often don't have a memory, I understand."

Martin Stein was shocked and woke up from his drunken state of death. The headache seemed to be more focused, and the pain suddenly tightened. Many people in the outside world knew that they had become an alcoholic, but they never knew the cause and effect, and they didn't even know the result.

"What happened to me?" Martin Stein quickly put the microphone in the air, pressed it back to his ear again, and asked quickly.

He really wanted to know what was going on.

Why did he end up being a strange scene for no reason, and why did he have no memory? All this made him unable to eat and feel uneasy. After no results were achieved, he had already begun to give up on himself and became irritable.

"You join with others and become a fire storm."

"Ronnie Raymond, at the moment your nuclear power facility explodes, is on the scene with you."

"You are integrated in the moment of explosion. You can find him to understand the specific situation, which is enough to draw a conclusion."

Martin Stein suddenly felt that the daytime talk was about to begin to spin because of alcoholics, and his eyes were blurred. The migraine headache rose violently again, tormenting half of his head. He pressed his temple hard and sat on the sofa with difficulty.

Combining yourself with another person???

Combination???

“Is this possible?”

"Nothing is impossible! Dr. Martin Stein, you can find out the result when you try it once."

"Well, you convinced me. I'll check what you said."

Martin Stein frowned helplessly, and felt that his migraine was getting more and more painful.

"Also, Dr. Martin Stein, I have mailed most of the 'controllable fusion' information to your home, and it should have arrived now. The rest, you can rely on Fire Storm to continue thinking about it."

"Congratulations, Dr. Martin Stein, you will realize the energy of controlled nuclear fusion for mankind and become a great man of the century."

"It's you! Who are you?"

"Good question, who am I? I do need a loud nickname, so call me Super Super Super Super Super Super Man! We will meet in the future. No need to thank me, Dr. Martin, goodbye."

Martin Stein held the microphone and opened his mouth in a daze, trying to ask all this clearly in his heart.

Who is Super Super Super Super Super Super Man? Why is he so clear about his own affairs? Did he come out of himself and release the "controllable nuclear fusion" to cause so much trouble for himself?

Can you really merge with another person? You can also merge into a fire storm? What is the principle? From the perspective of biological repulsion... and from the atomic level......

Martin Stein's head once again turned into a rational scientist, and a lot of unclear questions emerged.

What exactly is this doing?
Chapter completed!