Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
In the underground laboratory of the Geological Research Institute at the University of Tokyo, Honda Miho was analyzing a rock sample from Antarctica. This rock had been urgently airlifted from a research station and exhibited an unusual metallic sheen.
It was incredible. She stared through the microscope, watching as the molecular structure of the rock continuously changed, almost as if it were alive. Not just like it; through my special vision, I could see that it truly was alive. Look at how those molecules are arranged.
As we spoke, intricate patterns began to emerge on the surface of the rock, forming a miniature Taiji diagram. Even more bizarrely, this pattern seemed to be spinning incessantly.
“How is the formation of the expedition team coming along?” Zhou Jing asked.
“It’s a bit troublesome,” Jiang Zhendong replied. “That area has now been designated a no-go zone, and even research personnel have been asked to evacuate. However…” He pulled out a document. “I contacted an old friend, Professor Stevenson. He is an advisor at the International Polar Research Center and is very familiar with that area. Moreover…”
“Moreover what?”
“He mentioned that he participated in a secret expedition there years ago.”
This news left everyone stunned. Stevenson—this name was familiar to us all. He was a world-renowned polar archaeologist who had made significant discoveries in Antarctica multiple times. We never expected him to be connected to this mystery.
“He agreed to meet with us,” Jiang Zhendong said, “just tomorrow.”
The next day, we met Professor Stevenson at a private villa on the outskirts of Tokyo. He looked much older than in his photographs, but his eyes were still bright and alert.
“I know what you’re going to ask,” he said straightforwardly. “About what happened back then, right?”
“Can you tell us what transpired?”
The old professor fell silent for a moment before retrieving a notebook from the safe in his study. “This is my expedition journal. For years, I have been studying the significance of that discovery.”
I took the notebook and found not only written records but also numerous photographs and hand-drawn diagrams inside. The most striking was a cross-section drawing of an underground structure, meticulously detailing each layer's composition.
“This complex,” Stevenson pointed at the blueprint, “was not constructed; it grew.”
“You mean…”
“The building materials can self-replicate and self-repair. Moreover, they can change form as needed.” He paused for emphasis. “Just like living cells.”
Suddenly, I noticed a strange device drawn in one corner of the blueprint. It resembled some sort of control panel, designed in an odd manner—no buttons, no switches—only a circular indentation.
“The bronze masks,” Stevenson said. “That’s the key to activating the device.”
“You mean those masks we found in Changling Village…”
“Are replicas. The real ones are still in Antarctica, sealed away in the deepest chamber.”
Comment 0 Comment Count