HDRDTH -Chapter 73 F*cking Fluid Mechanics Resonance?!

Yu Xian stared at the photo on the coffee table, completely frozen on the leather sofa.

His brain was buzzing—like thousands of flies throwing a party inside his skull. His CPU felt like it was about to melt.

That symbol…

Way too familiar.

Familiar to the point he could reproduce it blindfolded with his left foot.

In his previous life, he lived to fifty-five. From a business tycoon, he became an obsessive deep-sea sport fishing enthusiast.

One year, in a deep trench of the South China Sea, he wrestled an unknown giant creature for three days and nights.

He broke seven top-tier carbon fiber lines—yet didn’t even see a single scale.

That moment… something inside every angler’s bloodline awakened.

That night, furious and unwilling, he boiled three pots of fish soup in a pressure cooker just to vent his anger—because if you can’t catch it, you eat instead.

After drinking and eating his fill, as a memorial to that tragic “line-broken empty haul” battle, he casually doodled a logo on his million-yuan fishing gear box with a black waterproof marker.

A steaming pressure cooker valve… crossed beneath two fish bones.

Just a bored middle-aged man’s nonsense graffiti.

But now—

This logo, which should have belonged to a parallel timeline decades later, was actually appearing on a classified deep-water map recovered from a reservoir.

The world… had a bug?

Dr. Li saw Yu Xian remain silent and assumed he had confirmed their theory. His wrinkled face twisted into an excited chrysanthemum.

“Mr. Yu! Using a pressure cooker valve as a hidden mechanism during the school performance was absolutely not a coincidence!”

“And now we’ve found this ‘pressure cooker fish bone’ totem on the core ‘404’ diagram!”

Dr. Li leaned forward over the table, eyes blazing with fanatic excitement.

“The predecessor who drew this map must also be an unconventional genius who used symbolism to encrypt information!”

“This must hide a transcendental fluid mechanics resonance model, right?”

“And last night, when you went fishing despite your injury, you were actually using your fishing rod’s special frequency to achieve cross-temporal resonance with this artifact for positioning, correct?!”

Yu Xian’s mouth twitched violently as he looked at the old man’s flushed face.

Sir… your imagination would make you a platinum author on any web novel platform.

Fluid mechanics my ass.

Cross-temporal resonance my ass.

I just had an itch in my hands. Who knew one cast would drag up something like this?

But could he tell the truth?

Tell these armed, highly educated people that this symbol was something he doodled after eating too much in a past life?

He’d probably be sent straight to a dissection table within half an hour.

Yu Xian coughed lightly, slumped back into the sofa, and lazily picked up half an orange.

“Old Li, have you all been staying in labs too long? Everything you see turns into equations and functions?”

He tossed a slice of orange into his mouth, chewing casually.

“One symbol, and you turn it into a thesis?”

“Pressure cooker means high underwater pressure. Fish bones mean a forbidden life zone.”

“The person who drew it simply meant: ‘Danger ahead, enter and you’ll become fish bones.’ That’s it. Why are you all building mathematical models for this?”

Silence.

Dr. Li froze.

Major Chu Feng froze.

The three white coats looked at each other.

The room felt like it had been frozen for five full seconds.

Then—

Slap!

Dr. Li slapped his thigh hard, the sound so loud it startled Wang Dafu into almost dropping his tea tray.

“Great Dao is simple! This is true great simplicity!”

The old man’s eyes reddened with excitement. He grabbed Yu Xian’s injured hand and shook it vigorously.

“Ah! Ah! Old Li! It hurts! It hurts! Damn it, it hurts! Can’t you see my hand is bandaged?!”

Yu Xian’s tears almost came out.

Dr. Li blushed awkwardly and quickly apologized.

“Sorry! Sorry! Mr. Yu, I got too excited—I thought this was some kind of performance art!”

“We spent the entire night using supercomputers, lost hundreds of hairs, and still couldn’t figure it out!”

“And with just one sentence, you revealed the simplest truth! One sentence is worth ten years of reading!”

He pointed at the photo, still shaking.

“High underwater pressure! Death zone! This perfectly matches the deep-sea fault structure on the map! Genius! Absolutely genius!”

Yu Xian quietly pulled his hand back, wiped it on his pants, and rolled his eyes internally.

Yeah, sure. The pillars of the nation—completely misled by me.

Dr. Li carefully put the photo away like a priceless relic.

“Mr. Yu, this navigation chart is heavily damaged, and the predecessor’s annotations… are quite unconventional. He uses a lot of insider slang.”

He pushed up his glasses and opened a notebook.

“For example, this coordinate is labeled ‘Gold Bait Spot.’ That trench is marked ‘Dog Walking Zone.’”

“And the deepest abyss is circled in red and marked with three words—‘Line-Cutting Point.’”

Dr. Li’s tone turned serious.

“We preliminarily believe this ‘Line-Cutting Point’ refers to a region of extreme magnetic fields or spatial anomalies, where all detection signals are severed!”

Yu Xian’s face darkened.

Magnetic field my ass—that’s where I personally snapped eight premium fishing lines!

So my past-life fishing gear box got swallowed by a space-time rift?!

His temples started hurting.

“Mr. Yu, after unanimous discussion, we formally invite you to serve as Chief Decoding Consultant of the ‘404 Project.’”

Dr. Li looked at him expectantly.

“Nope. Not going. Goodbye.”

Yu Xian rejected instantly.

If he got involved in this mess, even lying flat would require worrying about satellite surveillance. How was he supposed to live as a relaxed salted fish?

“Mr. Yu, don’t rush to refuse.”

Major Chu Feng stepped forward, voice steady, delivering a temptation no fisherman could resist.

“As long as you agree, we can issue you a top-tier ‘Special Fishing License.’”

“You will have legal access to 90% of natural waters nationwide, military-restricted zones, and even some unopened primitive sea regions.”

“Treat this certificate as equivalent to official fisheries authority.”

Yu Xian’s hand paused mid-peel.

His heartbeat slowed.

Special fishing license?

Nationwide fishing pass?

This thing… isn’t that basically the Infinity Stones of anglers?!

His throat moved slightly.

A vision flashed in his mind—him sitting beneath the Three Gorges Dam, casually casting a line with that red booklet in hand.

But reason won.

“No interest. My backyard pond is good enough.”

He stood up and waved his hand.

“I’ve already explained the meaning. The rest is your problem. I’ve got mahjong tonight. Dafu, see them out.”

Chu Feng noticed the flicker of hesitation in his eyes but did not press further.

“Understood. But our offer remains valid.”

He saluted and left with the three experts.

The moment the door closed, Yu Xian collapsed back into the sofa and wiped cold sweat from his forehead.

This damn thing was scarier than fishing underwater mines back in the day.

“Dad, they’re gone?”

Wang Dafu came over holding a bag.

“Got you new slippers! Ultra anti-slip, built for stability!”

Yu Xian put them on, stepped lightly—

Ding dong! Ding dong!

The doorbell rang again.

“Again?! Do they think my house is a tourist attraction?!”

Wang Dafu peeked through the peephole—and his expression instantly changed.

“Dad… it’s not them… it’s… it’s—”