Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 34 Seaside Town
"It's not possible, only the relative age can be determined."

William Dale showed a helpless smile to his new friend, "In the long river of time, even the hardest rock will be obliterated."

"Maybe some lucky creatures were not eroded by the wind and sand, and turned into fossils and buried in the strata."

"Judging the geological age is roughly based on some characteristics reflected by these rock units and biological fossils."

"But these errors are large because the geological record of a site is usually not continuous.

"If a set of stratigraphic records were to be compared to a history book, many of its pages would have been lost throughout the history of the Earth. Therefore, these chronostratigraphic units based on a certain stratigraphic type and fossils are correct. The incomplete record of geological history requires correspondence and aggregation in a larger spatial range to obtain a more complete record."

"We need to collect and excavate local materials, and then compare them with other surrounding strata to determine the approximate relative age."

"It's been a long process."

William Dyer patiently explained to Wilson:

"The radioactive isotope dating method can be measured, but this technology is not very mature, and the requirements for mineral samples are very high..."

Referring to his familiar fields, and Wilson is really a good listener, William Dale couldn't help but talk about a lot of geological expertise.

Wilson listened carefully, nodding from time to time.

In fact, he was already one head and two older, and complained to Zhuo Mu in his heart:
"God Noah, why is this thing so complicated. It didn't take so much trouble when the TPC discovered the super ancient civilization?"

[TPC's technology far exceeds the current level of technological development]

"Drom, can you do it?"

[The system records the ultra-ancient civilization information in the Tiga Ultraman universe, which can be compared.However, more stratigraphic ages cannot be accurately calculated.The system does not have a database for this world, and it also lacks corresponding plug-ins]

Wilson curled his lips and sighed silently in his heart:
"It seems that the development of technology must be faster, otherwise it is completely inconvenient at the current level. When faced with some unknown situations, even the basic situation cannot be detected."

Just as he was thinking this way, the bus bumped violently again, and Wilson's head almost hit the front seat.

This is not surprising, because the bus does not have a perfect shock absorption device, and the road conditions are not good.

William Dale beside him quickly grabbed him:
"Are you okay?"

Professor Dale asked Wilson with concern.He had a good impression of this mild-tempered, friendly and patient Professor Wilson.

"Well, nothing."

Wilson waved his hand, a little thankful that he now has the power of Ultra, otherwise, if he was before, he would have already been motion sick and dizzy, and vomited in the car.

But even so, the long turbulence is not pleasant, and the speed of cars in this era is not very fast, which is about the same as the fastest speed of subject three in a straight line.

It was late when they reached Field, the nearest seaside town.

Everyone is a little tired after a long drive, especially the driver.

Fortunately, most of the veteran members of the expedition team are proficient in driving, and there is not much pressure to take turns to change shifts.

During the break, Wilson tried to get close to Captain Linden, trying to figure out what was on the truck behind him.

But Captain Linden only mentioned that it was the equipment that would be used for this mission, and did not reveal any more information.

Wilson couldn't just unpack those tightly wrapped things to see what they were, so he had to give up.

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A burst of seaside-specific salty smell mixed with the smell of rotten fish and shrimp blows through the mist covering the town to the bus parked on the side of the road.

The smell was not very pleasant, making Wilson frown.

Is this what the sea smells like?
It's not that he hasn't traveled to the seaside before, but the smell is too bad, it reminds him of a rotten green sewer.

"Port Field is the closest port to the town of Arkham." A geologist with good geography offered to introduce, "The main industry in the town is fishing. The traffic here is not very developed. There are only roads, but there is a natural good port. , it is closer to Boston, and the water transportation is more convenient.”

Wilson had little interest in this seaside town.Mainly because he was a little disgusted with the smell here.

Give him a bad feeling.

Hope they can get on a boat and get out of here soon.

he thinks.

But things don't always go as expected.

Captain Linden, who went out to communicate not long ago, came back with a slightly regretful expression, and brought them a depressing news:

"Because of the unexpected situation at sea, the ship 'November' originally scheduled to come to pick us up could not arrive at Port Field as planned. We need to wait here for two days."

Well, I knew I was out of luck.

Wilson looked up at the sky with a sad expression on his face.

"Won't our mission be delayed?" At this moment, a calm voice suddenly came.

Wilson followed the reputation and found that it was the only female member of the expedition team, a red-haired lady with a high ponytail and a leather jacket.She is tall and outstanding, and she looks good, but she is not sweet and pleasant, but very cold and beautiful, with sharp edges and corners, and quite aggressive.

After getting in the car, he got a general idea of ​​what the members of the expedition team had.He remembered the lady as Elizabeth Ellis.Like him, he is an expert on expeditions and an excellent historian.

"The longer the previous expedition has been missing, the more dangerous their situation is, and we need to respond in time."

"That's true." Captain Linden smiled wryly, "But there's nothing you can do about it. The nearest ship to the Pacific Islands is the 'November'. If you want to take another ship, you have to wait for another one more Week, so the delay is even longer."

The red-haired historian pursed his lips and did not continue to say anything.

Under the leadership of the captain, the members of the expedition team on the bus lived in a small hotel by the port.Trucks and buses were also accommodated in the small open space in front.

Wilson noticed that even though the others had gone to rest, there were still two people standing by the truck.

He didn't rush to ask, but just went back to his room with thoughts.

Late at night.

The fog that shrouded the town became thicker and thicker, and the rotten smell became stronger and stronger.

(End of this chapter)