After I Transmigrated as a Mermaid, I Transmigrated Back

Gu Siyuan is seventy-two this year.

As an ordinary person, he is already considered old, but as an extraordinary person, he is still very young.

According to the research, the body of a transcendent below the first level will fail after they are over 120 years old, and there will be various signs of aging that ordinary people will experience when they are 70 to [-] years old.

Those above the first level can live longer, but there is no specific research, and no one knows how long the lifespan of a transcendent after the first level can be.

When he was recruited into Nightcrawler, Nightcrawler was still in a state of wanting nothing.

It wasn't until the remains of ancient civilizations were discovered in China one after another that Nightcrawler's research on extraordinary power gradually came on the right track.

But time has washed away too many things, coupled with a completely different development system from another civilization, it is difficult for them to find useful things from the traces left by the past.

These stone slabs placed outside were not the first batch they found.

But like many previous batches, although similar stone slabs were unearthed in every ruin, no country, or any extraordinary force, has researched the function of the stone slabs.

This made Zhao Xiaokui feel super strange.

Slate books may be useless to ordinary people, but they shouldn't be incomprehensible to extraordinary people.

With the research capabilities of today's world, even if the content inside is completely broken, leaving only a few words, it is enough for them to decipher a lot of things.

"Professor Gu is an extraordinary person, right?" Zhao Xiaokui asked.

Gu Siyuan nodded.

Zhao Xiaokui pulled out a not-so-severely broken slate and handed it to him, "Professor Gu, put your forehead on the slate and imagine yourself going through a layer of plastic film and entering a space."

Gu Siyuan glanced at Su Mingyue, took it half-believingly, followed Zhao Xiaokui's advice, and stuck the slate on his forehead.

This action seemed really silly, but none of the researchers who surrounded him at some point laughed at him, but stared at Professor Gu and the slate in his hand with piercing eyes.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The air seemed to stagnate.

Gu Siyuan staggered and stepped back, Su Mingyue hurriedly supported him.

And Zhao Xiaokui hurriedly caught the stone slab he hadn't grasped firmly, and asked expectantly, "How is it?"

"There is something, there is something, there is something inside!" Gu Siyuan said in surprise, "There is a vortex inside."

What?

Zhao Xiaokui: "...the whirlpool?"

She thought she was hallucinating.

Gu Siyuan looked very excited, not at all as stable as when he met Zhao Xiaokui just now, "A major discovery, a major discovery, why no one thought of it before! This matter must be reported, hahaha——"

He didn't forget who discovered it first, so he patted Zhao Xiaokui on the shoulder and said, "Little comrade, I must give you credit."

Zhao Xiaokui's face was full of confusion, "Professor Gu, did you misread it? How could it be a vortex? What I saw were words."

Gu Siyuan was stunned, "Is it a word?"

Zhao Xiaokui nodded, she picked out this slate, isn't it because there are more characters left in this slate?

Gu Siyuan said decisively: "All the superhumans will try to stick their foreheads on the stone slabs according to Xiao Zhao's instructions."

Naturally, they cannot accurately pick out good stone books like Zhao Xiaokui, so some people get nothing and feel nothing, while others, like Professor Gu, see a vortex, the most vortex color is not big The same, but it all boils down to one sentence: "It's so colorful, it makes me dizzy."

Zhao Xiaokui was dumbfounded.

How can I not see it?

Zhao Xiaokui, who had just left the conference room, was invited back again.

This time, the stone slab that was thrown on the ground as useless was invited along with her.

"How did Xiaokui come up with the idea to look at it this way?"

an old man asked with concern.

His surname is Jiang, and he is the general manager of the research area.

The professors in several other research laboratories looked at Zhao Xiaokui similarly to him, they were all kind and kind, but also somewhat novel, as if they were looking at a talking giant panda.

Zhao Xiaokui looked blank, "Don't you all read the Internet? Isn't that what's written all over the Internet?"

Several old professors with an average age of 70 looked at each other, but they didn't expect this answer.

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Zhao Xiaokui tried hard to explain, "Isn't it just to look at things like jade slips in cultivation? I see that the stone slabs are there, and there are something engraved on each of them, like a book. I thought about using this method to take a look, and then I found that there was something written in it, but I really didn’t see the vortex you mentioned.”

Gu Siyuan said gently: "Can you write down what you see?"

Zhao Xiaokui nodded, indicating that there is no problem.

So someone brought A4 paper and a pen, someone piled the slates one by one by her hand, and someone asked with concern if they needed to prepare other things.

Zhao Xiaokui: "Then can I have twenty chicken legs?"

She is a little hungry.

It's almost lunch time and she's getting a little hungry.

Seeing that the research is going to make progress, how can we waste time because of this kind of thing, Professor Jiang waved his hand and immediately asked the kitchen to send a pot of chicken legs.

At the same time, a whole box of Coke was delivered.

Zhao Xiaokui: "..."

It seems that he knows her very well.

Stuffing two chicken legs into his mouth, Zhao Xiaokui put the stone slab in front of his eyes, then knocked his head down, sticking his head on the slate as if he was sleeping in class in high school.

She can indeed check it directly with mental power, but it's not necessary, right?

People have to keep some cards for themselves.

A few minutes later, Zhao Xiaokui opened his eyes, and under the expectant eyes of countless pairs, he began to write and draw on the paper.

They didn't know where they dug out the stone slab, and Zhao Xiaokui didn't know the words on it, so he could only draw a scoop according to the gourd, and record the crooked words like painting.

After writing a paragraph, she said: "I try to draw exactly the same, but their fonts are like this."

After writing a piece of paper, a professor took the paper over and said to the people next to him, "Look, does the content on it look like Arabic?"

"Like, but not. There are some letters in Arabic, but many of them we haven't seen."

After writing two pieces of paper, Zhao Xiaokui suddenly asked: "Is there any paint? I need to draw."

Palettes and brushes were soon delivered.

More and more information was re-engraved by Zhao Xiaokui from the slate book, and many bigwigs in the research laboratory held the materials written by her, even if they couldn't understand a single word, they still read it like a fascination.

In particular, what Zhao Xiaokui copied was not only text, but also images. Those vivid, lifelike, magnificent and strange scenes attracted their hearts and minds.

"Is this flying? Can humans really fly?"

"Does this person have wings on his back? Could it be an angel?"

"What is this, why does it look so strange, I feel a little sick, vomit—"

A Transcendent researcher looked at it, then suddenly stood up, holding on to the table and retching uncontrollably.

"what happened?"

The accident made everyone on the field very nervous.

"That painting, that painting... I was disgusted when I saw it, it was like seeing a hell on earth..." the researcher said intermittently, and soon a medical staff rushed over and asked him to lie down on the spot and do an examination directly .

The painting was still on the table, seeing his appearance, no one dared to touch it now.

Zhao Xiaokui, who was drawn by herself, is also a little strange, why a painting can make people vomit, she reached out to take a look, but was stopped by Su Mingyue at the side.

"do not."

Zhao Xiaokui looked helpless, "I drew this with my own hands. I was fine when I drew it, and it is even less likely that I will be fine when I read it. Don't worry."

Su Mingyue thought it was the same reason, so she asked her to bring the image.

Zhao Xiaokui held the paper and looked at it carefully for a while, but didn't feel anything wrong.

This is just an ordinary painting with red and black as the main body.

Just as she was thinking this, her spirit suddenly shook. When she opened her eyes, she found that she was no longer in the conference room, but in a place where magma was flowing freely.

In this weird space, the sky is red, the clouds are black, the ground is covered with magma, and boundless depression sweeps in, as if to take away the last breath of air in her body.

Zhao Xiaokui slapped the paper on the table, gasping for breath, tears streaming uncontrollably from both eyes.

Everyone looked at her.

Zhao Xiaokui turned the paper over with a swipe, pressed the back of the paper with his hands, and warned everyone, "Don't look, this painting can cause illusions. If you stare at it for too long, you may never get out."

A painting is capable of inducing hallucinations of death.

Gu Siyuan and the others, who had never encountered such a situation before, all turned solemn.

Gu Siyuan cared, "Xiao Zhao, are you okay? Do you want to take a break and continue another day."

This is their treasure, and it must not be damaged.

"I'll take a break..." Zhao Xiaokui opened a bottle of Coke and poured it down his throat desperately.

Just staying in the hallucination for a short while, no more than 1 minute, she actually felt as if she was baked dry from the inside out, and she was so dehydrated.

What kind of killer weapon was left behind by some awesome characters?

Soon someone came in and put the painting and the book on the slate into a box.

Looking at the other slate books, the expressions on the faces of everyone have lost the excitement at the beginning, replaced by vigilance as if facing a big enemy.

Just a copied painting has such power, what kind of murderous intent is hidden in it?

Su Mingyue's hand on Zhao Xiaokui's shoulder tightened.

She is not willing to see Zhao Xiaokui take risks.

Several professors looked at the materials that had been copied, and Gu Siyuan first said: "The materials we have copied now should be enough to easily decipher this language. I think we should solve these things first, maybe after deciphering We will be able to distinguish the type of stone book, so that Xiao Zhao can copy it in a targeted manner."

"That's right," another professor said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao will go back and have a good rest. The medical office will give her a careful physical examination to make sure nothing goes wrong. The rest of the slate will be discussed after we decipher it."

Zhao Xiaokui was put on a stretcher.

She is fully capable of walking by herself: "..."

Zhao Xiaokui's test result is that there is no serious problem.

Apart from the headache caused by mental weakness, she was extremely healthy, and even ate nearly a quarter of her own body weight under the watchful eyes of the night watchman from the medical office.

A transcendent who can eat is not uncommon. Nightcrawler's research has long proved that food can be converted into a part of transcendental energy through the human body, but seeing a thin girl like Zhao Xiaokui eat so much food with ease, the scene is still Quite shocking.

A large amount of food was transformed in an instant, providing energy and relieving her throbbing nerves.

Zhao Xiaokui lay on the hospital bed in the observation room, pulled the quilt over, closed her eyes, as if preparing to sleep.

"Is she okay?" Su Mingyue, who was standing outside the door, asked her colleague in a low voice.

"It's nothing, it's just too much consumption, it should be fine after a night of sleep."

The two left quietly and closed the door by the way, not intending to disturb Zhao Xiaokui's dream.

But in fact, even though Zhao Xiaokui was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, what he was thinking about was the slate book.

She really didn't know that kind of writing.

But not knowing it doesn’t mean you can’t interpret it.

After all, she is a top student who has taught herself Abyssal Language, Divine Language, and Mermaid Language. How could she be stumped by such a trivial matter?