Three ten-thousandths capture rate.

But no matter what.

The ability to capture even a tiny amount of neutrinos proves that neutrino communication is not impossible nor nonexistent, just exceedingly difficult.

At least it's not like the national soccer team winning the World Cup, which is a fantastical concept.

For example, we have a neutrino reactor experiment base over at Daya Bay, built back in 2006, specifically for studying the properties of neutrinos.

Of course.

This technology is most likely a "lifetime achievement" project; unless a Third World War breaks out, a mature technology might only emerge in 80-100 years.

By then, even a renowned marathon's top three are likely to have been crowned champions.

However, immature technology is still immature.

If the conditions are confined to a distance of a few meters, current methods can capture specific neutrino beams—it's enough to capture them without expecting much information transmission.

Normally, such distances are meaningless for communication purposes.

Five to six meters is roughly the distance for communicating between a third-floor balcony and the ground, where ordinary people can speak clearly.

But at the moment when the light gate appeared, this ultra-short distance transmission proved useful.

Actually.

Personnel passing through the light gate carried a transceiver which emitted three neutrino beams as soon as they crossed.

The total neutrinos contained were about 140 million, approximately equivalent to the number of tadpoles released in a single emission.

Unfortunately, within this brief doorway range, the base camp did not capture even a single neutrino.

This suggests that although the distance seems to have been just a door-width apart, it might actually be an infinitely distant folded space.

Like Lin Ziming and the others described when they just crossed.

Although brief, there indeed existed an unobservable blind spot interval—officially defined by 'the bunnies' as a 'space-time corridor'.

Because of this.

The idea of directly setting up water pipes, laying railroads, or pulling power lines between worlds is entirely unfeasible.

It's like having a crush on a girl in class; the distance seems close when passing by at recess, just half a foot away, but actually, the distance is infinitely far.

A truly sad story...

In short.

Currently, there is no way to use alternative operations on the light gate; the daily throughput lower limit is seven thousand tons, the upper limit barely ten thousand tons and not sustainable.

After another five minutes, Zhang Guanghua stepped forward:

"Colonel Lin, you may proceed, have a safe journey."

"Okay, thank you."

Lin Ziming nodded to him and then led a group of six through the light gate.

.............

The space-time corridor between the Damo Realm and the homeland is not long.

In just a few blinks, Lin Ziming and his group returned to the homeland.

Just as they crossed the light gate.

A series of complex detection devices—second only to the 'First Cause'—locked onto them tightly, focusing on Wei Niandong and the other two natives from Damo Realm.

Especially various radiation devices; besides the basic radiation meter, the bunnies even prepared a large nuclear imaging system. (Can't mention BD microorganisms, emphasizing this again)

After all, this is the first time Damo Realm natives have crossed into the homeland world, and safety must be prioritized in base camp.

"Report, no abnormal radiation values!"

"No significant particle fluctuation, cesium atomic clock precision at the entrance remains accurate, no change in space-time rules!"

"Stirring side-spin Σ momentum shows no abnormality, photon scattering shows no bias angle!"

"Report, regional methane gas concentration shows slight change!"

"Hmm, why?"

"Because the little boy farted twice."

"..."

Since a ceiling had already been set up around the light gate area, outwardly declared as a construction site.

Thus, upon crossing to the homeland, Wei Niandong did not witness anything too mind-blowing.

After another two or three minutes.

A service personnel dressed closely, wearing protective gear, and his appearance obscured, approached from a distance.

He gestured for everyone to follow him.

Lin Ziming quickly signaled everyone to catch up, while greeting the man familiarly:

"Xiaofang, it's your shift today."

The 'protective gear' heard this and responded by giving him a thumbs up, meaning he guessed right.

Nearby, Warrior Liu Ming looked curiously at the 'protective gear' named Xiaofang and whispered to Lin Ziming:

"Colonel Lin, how did you recognize Comrade Fang when you can't see his face?"

Lin Ziming's smile instantly froze, and a moment later he quietly replied:

"Practice makes perfect..."

Subsequently, under Xiaofang's guidance, the group entered a special passage.

Proceeding with a series of blood tests and X-ray procedures.

The two young children from the Wei Mansion were no exception—even the amount of blood drawn from them was more than that from Lin Ziming and the others.

After all, sampling information from the homeland world is far more valuable than extracting and transporting samples from the Damo Realm, especially since no one can guarantee the samples won't undergo changes due to the light gate.

Thus, for scientific research purposes, the two children had to endure some hardship.

Once all the checks confirmed no errors.

Wei Niandong and the two young children were taken away separately by several people in white lab coats.

While Lin Ziming and two warriors were taken by Xiaofang into an enclosed room.

After about ten minutes.

Director Chang Qixiang from the Modu Headquarters walked in.

It's worth mentioning here.

Due to his outstanding and decisive performance during the light gate event, Chang Qixiang is likely to be promoted by half a rank soon, possibly directly coordinating major business between worlds with Lin Li.

"Hello, comrades, I am Director Chang Qixiang from Modu Headquarters. Colonel Lin and I are old acquaintances, but it's the first meeting for the other two comrades, feel free to call me Director Chang or Comrade Qixiang."

Chang Qixiang introduced himself while shaking hands with each person.

Once formalities concluded.

He took out a small silver-gray remote from his pocket, tinkering with it carefully beep by beep.

Soon, several devices in the room emitted a buzzing startup sound—these are proper devices, not the round pink ones.

Subsequently, Chang Qixiang explained to the three:

"Alright, comrades.

Currently all recording and video equipment in the room has started, and will relay real-time footage to Boss Qin and the core team at the main base, and they can communicate with us timely as needed.

All our conversations and actions hereafter will be documented and encrypted."

Actually, there was one more thing Chang Qixiang didn't say.

The room they were in was actually a high-security chamber built with premium alloys, with extraordinary internal explosion-proof capabilities.

After all, what they're handling next involves the legendary Spatial Bag, and given the involvement of spatial concepts, caution is necessary.

In other words.

The four present were indeed facing some danger, at least theoretically speaking.

Chang Qixiang then gestured towards Lin Ziming:

"Colonel Lin, please begin."

Lin Ziming nodded, picked up the storage pouch, and infused it with spiritual power.

The pouch began to emit a faint glow.

A moment later.

With a swish sound, the pouch ropes swiftly loosened.

Several stones from the Damo Realm and ordinary plants fell out.

Warriors Liu Ming and Zhang Xin quickly secured the stones and plants, preparing to hand them over to research personnel at the main base to check for mutations.

Beside them, as the pouch loosened, Chang Qixiang involuntarily held his breath for a second.

No matter how prepared one is mentally, knowing the chance of explosion is minimal, upon confrontation there's still tension.

Seeing the pouch operate normally in the homeland, Chang Qixiang was delighted:

"Great, Colonel Lin, the Damo Realm's spatial bag can indeed operate in the homeland... uh, Colonel Lin?"

Chang Qixiang stopped mid-sentence, looking astonished at Lin Ziming panting heavily in front of him.

At this moment.

Lin Ziming slumped against the corner of the table, his forehead and cheeks beaded with sweat, his chest heaving like a bellows.

It took over a minute for Lin Ziming to regain his composure.

He spread his hands helplessly towards Chang Qixiang, and forced a smile:

"Director Chang, all my spiritual energy... is depleted."

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