Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 250 Explore
The universe is so empty that the volume of matter probably cannot exceed one billionth of the entire universe.

That is to say, the hyperspace channel shortens the distance between galaxies and galaxies, giving civilizations the illusion that the Milky Way is bustling.

Even so, tech hunters can sometimes feel lonely—

When excavating ancient relics was found to be hunted down, and when they accidentally blew up a few streets in an experiment and were declared illegal and then banned, they would stumble and flee, lamenting how few confidantes could understand themselves.

Isn't it just blowing up a few streets and cities occasionally?Compared with the mysteries of the entire universe, how can this be considered a big deal?
As for blowing up galaxies and galaxies, the technology hunters thought about it, but due to the current scale, they couldn't do it.

and so.

The universe is so empty, but there are fewer confidants; and the road to the pursuit of truth is also extremely bumpy, and there are countless technology hunters who died on this road.

For example, the chief, and countless such deceased in the past.

The technology hunters behind the photon puppet will envy their colleagues who have such a way of death, but they will also feel a sense of crisis; without him, it is because it is difficult to find a bosom friend.

No one knows whether they will all die in the next experiment, let alone whether someone will inherit their research results and their spirit after they die.

Unexpectedly, in the space fragments from another world, they really encountered such a person.

The old man still kept his five-body prostration posture, but occasionally he couldn't help raising his eyes, and the enthusiasm in him didn't decrease at all, and even intensified.

Although the powdery earth had swallowed his knees, the old man's shriveled muscles were bursting with strength.

It was as if the alien before him was prey.

And the old man himself is the one who is always ready to explode, hugging Zuo Wu and Hui Feng, ready to use his eyes, the tip of his nose, and the skin of his whole body to feel and study.

Hui Feng clicked his tongue and poked Zuo Wu with his elbow: "Is this old man trying to kill us?"

Zuo Wu shook his head: "Probably not, why did you say that?"

"It's nothing, it's just that sometimes I can't tell the difference between admiration, killing intent, or hunger and desire. This old man makes me a little... confused? Confused?"

Zuo Wu listened, inexplicably thinking of Levina.

I remembered when she was hung in the shop window; when I met her for the first time, she bit the bowstring woven of thorns, her lips were cut, leaving scarlet bloodshot; and when she put on the maid's costume for the first time...

"Perhaps these words are synonyms at all." Zuo Wu could only scratch his hair and made such a conclusion.

at this time.

The photon puppet leaked some more from that black thread, and the technology hunters behind it were arguing in low voices, and some couldn't decide what to say to their colleagues in the other universe.

It was Zuo Wu who was the first to squat down to him:
"It's fine to study us, it's just my friend—this dark shadow seems to be very interested in you, do you want to join them? I guarantee that after joining them, you will have new things to study every day."

The old man didn't dare to raise his head, but his voice trembled a little: "Join them? Yes, of course! Will you take me out of this place?"

Zuo Wu nodded: "Of course."

But the old man's next words were somewhat beyond Zuo Wu's expectation.

He said: "Great, I've been wanting to look across the lake of powdery quicksand for a long time; just across from this mountain in front of us, there's a small raised dot there, I've never been able to see what it is ; The powder lake also blocked me, and I couldn't turn over at all."

Zuo Wu was stunned, and suddenly remembered the allusion of "the emperor's golden hoe". Maybe the emperor didn't know that the farmer's hoe would rust.

"Wait, the place my friend will take you to is not just opposite your house, but beyond the planet, in the Milky Way."

The old man froze.

"Planet" and "galaxy" are two very common terms in his language, which are extremely awkward proper terms, and his face showed an unprecedented bewildered look.

……

The photon puppet was careful, and it took a lot of effort to explain to the old man what "extraterrestrial" and "galaxy" are.

Zuo Wu waited. During this period, the old man's physical condition continued to improve.

Just floating out of his body and returning to Zuo Wu to rest, the medical nano-creatures have been complaining, saying that the old man's blood pressure is constantly rising. If it weren't for their efforts, the old man would have died of exhaustion due to excessive excitement.

These medical nano-creatures come from Marika. They are said to be tools, but they are actually more like the guests sent by the professor to accompany him.

Zuo Wu could only try his best to appease them, and painted big cakes like a real leader, and promised to speak well for them in front of Marika.

The photon puppet finally finished the science popularization, and did not say that these powders may be gray wind rotting flesh.

Even so, the common sense that even a newborn child will learn after receiving knowledge transplantation for the first time is like a nuclear bomb with a large equivalent, detonating in the hearts of the elderly.

He was still kneeling on the ground, he was at a loss, and he was a little reluctant to stand up, as if the moment his knees left the ground, he would fly into the air with his floating heart.

Ji Zhi raised her eyebrows:

"What? Do you have something you are reluctant to part with, or are you worried that we will harm you? Sorry for my impoliteness, but I must remind you that you were already a dead person when you were abandoned by your descendants."

Wiping the corners of his eyes, the old man was taken aback by the seeping tears. He wanted to send the tears back to his mouth to avoid wasting them, and because he didn't know how to open the life support device on his face, he could only show an expression uglier than crying:
"No, it's not... There are indeed things that cannot be parted with, that is, my research results, the research results of my ancestors, in the cave, but I didn't bring them out... I want to take them with me."

The research records of the old man and his ancestors?
Zuo Wu searched for the plot of the novel again in his mind, and in his impression, a certain book has popularized science;
The early history and astronomy of the earth are recorded in the form of oracle bone inscriptions. Some of the recorded astronomical phenomena, or certain animals encountered have become valuable materials for studying the history and ecology of that time.

Perhaps, among the things recorded by the old man, there will be something like this that can reveal a corner of the truth of this cosmic fragment.

For example, why cosmic debris appeared in his own world, and what is the gray wind carrion on the entire planet.

Not to mention that the old man's tribe is called "Curator", which is an organization suspected of being split from the tech hunters. Even if the old man's generation has been lost, his ancestors may have left something useful.

thought here.

Zuo Wu clenched his fists: "Okay, I'll go to the cave with you to get things, and you can lead the way. I just hope that the inside will not be full of powder that can't be stepped on like the outside."

The old man got up from the ground and touched the breathing mask on his face. He still felt a little unbelievable. After hearing Zuo Wu's words, he replied, "Please don't worry, we clean very diligently."

Was it cleaned?Zuo Wu looked up at the cave, and the word "curator" on it was still changing translations in the field of vision, and sometimes, the program would think that it was a meaningless scratch, denying the meaning it contained.

Just like the flickering fate after this name.

Zuo Wu is still holding the black line given by Gray Wind. The line leading to the starship has excellent extensibility, and it is not a problem to support the exploration of the cave.

The photon puppets of technology hunters still live in it, and they still have no interest in the word "curation".

It's just that they are looking forward to the results of the old man's own research.

……

Ji Zhi is not suitable for drilling such a cave.

Her body was much larger than ordinary people, so she seemed a little crowded in the tunnel, and it was difficult to even turn around.

But with Zuo Wu and Gray Wind around, there was no way there could be anything in the cave that would threaten them, so Ji Zhi squeezed in anyway, but chose to be the rear.

Otherwise, it would always be embarrassing to have so many people following behind him.

Finally, the cave is not like the powdery land outside, where even the road is not easy to walk; Zuo Wu's fingers slid across the surface of the cave, and the cool touch indicates that it may be a kind of metal.

Zuo Wu pointed to the black line, and looked at Gray Wind: "Can't this line be connected to my field of vision? Contact the Go to the Dead, and maybe you can analyze what the material of the cave is."

Gray Wind akimbo, glanced at the photon puppet:

"First of all, this puppet takes up a lot of bandwidth; second, all the analysts on your starship are behind the puppet, waiting for this old man... What surprise will this old man bring them, but no one will help you analyze the cave again formed."

Zuo Wu shrugged: "Then do you have any clues?"

"Well, I can only say that the material of this cave is nothing special to me."

There is nothing special about Gray Wind, but it is almost the only solid on the entire powder planet after all; the material of the metal is not mimicked by Gray Wind carrion, which already shows that it is special.

The interior of the cave is intertwined, at least it is a qualified refuge; the old man is walking in a hurry, and there is only one destination for him.

Ji Zhi's hooves echoed, and she was also observing all aspects of the interior, and asked the old man from a distance: "The wall of this cave seems to be very flat, have you tried digging it out?"

The old man shook his head:

"If you can't dig it, you will waste precious tools; but my parents used to scrape moss on the cave wall, which is a good snack, but due to the reduction of water vapor, the moss doesn't grow anymore... Am I right? ?”

The photon puppet tilted his head: "What's wrong?"

"It's because the moss doesn't grow because of the reduction of water vapor."

"...The growth of plants does require water resources. Of course, there may be more complex underlying reasons for the disappearance of moss in the cave ~ but the lack of water must be the most critical."

The puppet replied.

But the old man waved his fist excitedly: "I knew it! I knew it was the water, but my grandson didn't believe it at all!"

Zuo Wu tilted his head: "Your grandson, the one who threw you out of the cave?"

"Yes."

"Do you hate him?"

The old man shook his head without thinking: "Why do you hate, he just doesn't know how important exploration and research are."

The photon puppet nodded in agreement: "Listen, this is what we should say."

Ji Zhi was a little sensitive: "What did you do to make your grandson throw you out of the cave and take away your life-support device?"

The old man shook his head: "I just want to reproduce the moss I ate in the past, so that my grandson can also taste it."

listen.

Ren Ma Niang's ears were trembling, and for some reason she suddenly thought of her cousin; Ji Ya and Di Lian disappeared together, and Ji Zhi hated him at first, but now she misses him for some reason.

But the old man seemed to let go: "It's okay, I will probably meet my grandson on the way to get my achievements, let's talk about it then."

A group of people continued to go deeper into the cave, and Zuo Wu only felt that the inside was another level of desolation; the solid cave walls could not be developed by these natives, and now even the water vapor that can grow moss has been exhausted.

Ji Zhi became sensitive again, and said to the old man, "Hey, we will definitely see your grandson, why are you so sure?"

The old man gestured a few times, and the range of activities of these aborigines and the general composition of the mountain were finally clear.

The mountain is somewhat similar to a "propeller".

This intertwined channel is the intake pipe of the thruster, and the deepest part is the core of the thruster, which hides the life-support creations passed down by the indigenous people from generation to generation, and some machines that cannot be started.

The core is regarded as a square by them, and every native must pass through the square once before returning to his room after returning from the outside.

The young man who left the old man will definitely go there, and return the old man's life support device to the core.

Zuo Wu listened, and clasped his hands: "Then where is the core of the cave below?"

The old man was a little sad: "The grille there is indestructible, only babies can go through it; you know, life support devices are limited, and some babies who shouldn't be born... will be pushed into the abyss behind the grille by us."

"So," Zuo Wu shrugged, "Then will outsiders still be allowed to enter that square?"

The old man in front of him was puzzled again: "What is 'outsider'?"

"……nothing."

If you want to explain clearly, it will probably lead to a long sociological discussion. Seeing that the old man's research results are getting closer, even technology hunters have decided to postpone the explanation.

soon.

Accompanied by the sound of Ji Zhi's horse's hooves, the square was right in front of him.

Zuo Wu decided to stop first.

Because the young man who left the old man was standing in the middle of the square; there were some people around him, and they all watched the young man return the old man's life support device.

then.

A pregnant woman came tremblingly, took a half-old child by the hand, and knelt down silently in front of the young man together.

The pregnant woman glanced at the grille just wide enough for the baby to pass under her feet.

She took over the life support device that originally belonged to the old man, and was going to inflate the core with air, water, and energy.

The young man sighed softly, and pressed the pregnant woman's shoulder: "It's okay, I just did what I should do."

The pregnant woman backed away silently.

She couldn't bear to cry, because crying would waste precious water resources and make less and less resources enter the circulation of life support devices.

The young man picked up the slate—the old man's slate, which recorded the old man's writing and drawing, which is also one of the old man's research results.

When the young man climbed up to the core, Zuo Wu's eyes twitched because he saw a hand-sized defect in the core.

from the incomplete.

There's moisture and drafts leaking.

It was leaked in vain, but the pregnant woman couldn't bear to cry.

The young man made gestures with the slate, and finally found a satisfactory angle. He wanted to use his grandfather's life-long painstaking efforts to repair the core loopholes.

The old man was furious, and suddenly rushed out of the passage, under the horrified eyes of his compatriots, he threw the young man down: "What are you doing, what are you doing!?"

"Grandpa, you still..." The young man was surprised for a moment, and he didn't care to think too much, just started to fight for the slate with the old man: "Give it to me, give it to me, you can see, the core is leaking!"

"That can't use my slate either!"

"Then what else can we use?!"

The old man froze for a moment, gritted his teeth, and still did not let go: "No, you can't use stone slabs... This is the proof of our exploration, and exploration and research are what we should do!"

The young man almost growled as if he had heard a cursed word: "Explore? Research?!"

"Grandpa, you released our precious water vapor, saying that you are going to cultivate moss that none of us have seen; you stole our air, saying that you are going to study why the fire ignites?!"

He smiled sadly: "That's right, that's right; exploration and research may indeed be good things."

"But what use is it to us? What can it be used for?!"

"What's the point of exploring and discovering?!"

"The air and water are running out..."

at this time.

The photon puppet sneaked in and saw the contents of the slate.

It is indeed the research result of the old man. There are a few lines on it:
Question: Why does fire burn?

Phenomenon: Fire can only exist in the core, and it cannot be taken out.

Do you need combustibles?Is air needed?
The combustibles are done, the problem is the air.

The puppet looks back.

And the enthusiasm in the old man's eyes was rekindled again.

He grabbed the young man's mask, opened it, and the air flowed out; he took out something suspicious, which he regarded as a flammable object.

The fire was not lit.

The old man was horrified and disappointed.

The puppet floated forward a few steps, a little sad:
"It's not enough just to have combustibles and air."

"It still needs enough temperature."

(End of this chapter)