Fortunately, I'm a Giant of Light

The monster was silent for a long time, saying that it could not remember clearly.

"At that time, think about it carefully. Are there any characteristics? For example... how many large planets are there in the solar system?"

"Compared to that time, the number of large stars is a little less, and the number of small stars is a little less."

It huddled into a ball and began to be confused, confused by the memory of its past.

Zion asked it which stars were missing, but it couldn't answer, it just pointed at a few positions in the sky.

……

Zion couldn't see it.

"At that time, did Saturn have this ring?"

"It seems not yet."

It gave an ambiguous reply.

"Then..." Zion recalled the strange speculation among humans, pointed to Mars, and asked it, "What does this star look like when the visitors come."

He wasn't referring to Earth, but Mars.

The Saturn monster glanced at it from a distance, and said with incomparable certainty:

"The planet should have been green then."

Vibrant meaning.

In the twentieth century on Earth, it was said that there were traces of rivers and lakes on Mars.The result may be right. In 2015, a liquid water lake was discovered on Mars under its Antarctic ice.So Mars was once thought to have had life in its past.

It's just a rumor in the past, which may have been confirmed from the mouth of this Saturn monster.

Zion clenched his hands, feeling awe-inspiring.

No matter how hard I ask, this monster can't answer the detailed time. They have neither a calendar nor a habit of recording. They only occasionally remember these vague fragments scattered in billions of years of history, and live in the present.

So naturally it is impossible to reassemble a complete blueprint of the past.

However, Zion's holiday had to end early.

Under the rings of Saturn, he pondered for a long time on the clouds.

"Do you know where they landed?"

He is going back to Earth to continue exploring.

This stumps the Saturn monster.

It pointed to the northernmost point of the earth with its dinosaur-like nails for a while, and then pointed to the southernmost point of the earth with its nails, then pulled up its fingers and began to spin in a daze.

"Did they land in two directions?"

"No, it landed in one place..." The Saturn monster froze on the spot stupidly, "but why do these two places seem to be reversed several times? I can't tell the difference."

Zion is not upset either.

It's good enough to get clues.

"Good-bye then, my friend."

Zion waved his hand, jumped into the air, and disappeared into the end of space.

The Saturn monster didn't understand what it meant, and waved its big paw, feeling in a good mood.It seldom communicates with other creatures, but slowly sinks into the depths of Saturn by itself, until it is submerged in a sea of ​​hydrogen and helium.

But...it still remembers the scene at that time.

Because those are the few mighty movements in this remote galaxy.

At this time, the robot Oliva and the robot Rick are still facing the buried military uniform in Spiral City.

It is easy to restore the scene at that time through imagination. The soldier belonging to the Third Reich ran to the end of this alley after being injured in some way.

But for some reason, only the clothes were buried here.

After Ju Jianhui expressed her thoughts, many people shuddered and felt like retreating.Robert Walton said calmly:

"I think this exploration will stop here? We can sort out our existing results first, and then choose a date for the second operation."

Oliva and Rick naturally would not refute.

If the director of the Antarctic Division has no opinion, the few distant people who have opinions cannot stop those who are exercising their rights nearby.

So Oliva packed up the clothes of the Shenluo Third Empire, and was ready to return.

In theory, there is a way to preserve the original evidence as much as possible, so as to find clues from the clues, but it is obviously not feasible now.

Only at this time, Rick dug up another thing.

It was a thin booklet.

The handwriting on it was already so deep that several strokes pierced the paper.

The people present at the online meeting pondered for a moment, then asked the robot to return and display the contents of the brochure.It was not an embarrassing request, and Oliva and Rick carried out their idea.

"This should be the exploration log that the soldier who died here was required to write."

From the perspective of historical evidence, it is true that most explorations are required to write exploration logs, which is equivalent to the black box of an airplane.

The so-called black box of the plane is the flight data recorder, which can store the data of the flight situation of the plane.

The same is true for the exploration log. After a person dies, they can also leave clues for those who come later.

The dates and weather above are consistent with historical data.

The content is very sloppy, and it can be seen that this person does not really want to write this thing, it is purely for errands.

The first ten days were the process of their arrival on the Antarctic Peninsula, and there was nothing to see.

But the content came to an abrupt end on the No. 11 day.

"Day No. 11: Our boat is gone, and so are everyone else's."

Afterwards, the soldier 100 years ago no longer wrote the pamphlet, but kept it by his side without touching it.But turn a few more pages, and you will see some weird sketches.

It is dark brown, and cannot be seen clearly on the crumpled yellow pages, as if it is the trace of completely oxidized blood.

"Maybe they encountered a monster that was still alive? The monster stole their ship?  …"

"It's possible. In fact, there were rumors about monsters in Antarctica in 1958. Maybe a certain monster hasn't been frozen, nor is it sleeping now, but is active somewhere!"

The discussion among experts and scholars has nothing to do with robots.

The two robots slowly arrived at the place where they landed, ready to return.

But on the dark mountainside, there is nothing but the rippling water.

"what happened?"

Rick asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Oliva shook the booklet in his hand, "It's gone."

People from the Antarctic base and other TPC divisions woke up like a dream, lifted the head cover of their sensory vision, and said a unique conclusion together——

The gunships were gone.

"impossible!"

Robert Walton immediately retorted at the online meeting:

"The sensor we put in there is still clearly sending back a signal. I can even give you a picture!"

"But Minister Walton..." Ju Jianhui raised his head, "I have a suggestion, everyone at the Antarctic base goes to the ice cave to take a bird's-eye view, and the T-0 of the exploration team also takes a bird's-eye view for comparison. There may be some surprising discoveries."

Both Lei Sicheng and Walton paid attention to Junhui for a long time.

This is not difficult.

Results are available in about an hour.

Soon, people discovered that there was indeed an armed helicopter in a picture, that is, the aerial view taken again by the Antarctic base.

Because that goal is fairly obvious.

But there is nothing in the bird's-eye view taken by the robot.

Chapter 25 Repeated Maze

Similarly, people watching from a distance naturally failed to find the traces of the two robots.

Everything they came to look for is hidden in the primitive mountain system under the Antarctic, quiet and humorous.

A whole team of 14 people who came to take pictures was chilling on the ice cliff. They waited for the advanced drone to return, and then backed away in small steps, and then walked away when they could see the bright light of the cave Run fast, one by one, under the dumbfoundedness of the guards at the checkpoint, get into the car like grabbing food in a cafeteria, and drive eight wheels towards the remote Antarctic base under the icy Antarctic sun.

And behind him, the open door of hell is slowly being closed by the mechanically controlled checkpoint.

After arriving at the Antarctic base and meeting with others, they can relieve the depression in their hearts.

The report elicited an infinite silence in the meeting.

Those in high positions are also chilled.However, some people who just woke up threw the report away and told him to tell him after the matter was settled.

The Antarctic TPC branch, facing all this in person, is facing an abyss.

You must know that the military expedition team that died here a hundred years ago probably lost their ship without entering below the ice cap.

Robert Walton, who parachuted here dozens of days ago, paced the command room and sighed.

This guy was responsible for two incidents on the moon and the Antarctic in a row, and he felt like fate was targeting him in a trance.

他 说:

"Adjutant, haven't we received the signal? Haven't we already deployed hundreds of portable temporary base stations? Where did the exploration team's radio signal come from? Have you tracked it?"

Assume...assume first that the expedition disappears.But these two robots are still on standby, how did their radio signals be transmitted?

"This is a basic step, sir! The results show that the base station's location is in place! It hasn't changed! The radio signals are also normal, and it also shows that they are where they indicate they are. We have repeatedly confirmed."

Several staff members were sweating profusely in the depths of the Antarctic base. They repeatedly confirmed the signal on the computer, and if they found no problem, they hurriedly reported to their chief, and their chief was even more nervous with Robert Walton. Make contact.

This report silenced the online base.

"Then... things get complicated."