The rattle in the nursery suddenly began to spin on its own, the two red wooden balls striking the drumhead to produce a rhythmic "thump-thump" sound. Lin Mo stood before the quantum fluctuation monitor, watching the data curves dancing frantically across the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.
"Antimatter particle concentration has reached 10^12 per cubic centimeter." The System Spirit’s projection flickered into view from Lin Mo’s shoulder, its translucent face bearing a rare, solemn expression. "This toy is generating enough anti-hydrogen atoms to flatten three city blocks."
The residual warmth of the cold fusion from his embrace with Su Yuqing at the end of the previous chapter still lingered on Lin Mo’s fingertips. He looked down at the crib—the little one, who had been building a gravity trap out of blocks, was giggling, his chubby hands grasping at something invisible in the air.
Chapter 67