The aurora flashed suddenly.

Wow.

The sound of glass splashing tore through the silent night, and An Zhe turned his head and looked towards the laboratory.

Polly also looked at the window over there: "Rum?"

Fog clung to the window glass, making it blurry inside and only the silhouettes of figures could be seen.

"Sir!" Rum's voice was rarely so excited. He slammed a hand on the window, and with a few bangs, the window shutter was opened. His voice was clear, but with a tremor: "Screen,

Screen……"

Polly suddenly looked inside the room, where the messy patterns were still dancing on the big screen as before.

But Rum said: "Just now——"

An Zhe coughed a few times and said, "I'm fine."

After confirming that he was still awake, Polly strode towards the laboratory. Anzhe quietly swallowed a mouthful of blood and followed. His body was in a strange state, extremely weak and extremely painful.

But just because it reached that limit, it seemed like it was empty.

In the laboratory, Rum smashed a glass bottle containing antibiotic granules, and the glass shards splashed on the ground everywhere, but no one had the mind to clean it up now.

Polly came to the big screen, the lines undulating like a writhing worm, and said, "What's wrong?"

Rum's lips moved and he said: "It's clear...it was clear just now."

An Zhe couldn't describe Polly's expression at that moment. It was like all kinds of intense emotions were mixed together and turned into a blank. Polly's hand trembled slightly, and his right hand was placed on the joystick of the instrument: "Are you sure?

"

Rum's eyes seemed hesitant, or he was trying to remember - Polly stared at him, and after three seconds, he said: "I'm sure."

Polly Jean looked at the screen, with An Zhe standing behind him. An experimental facility used by humans to study artificial magnetic poles at the peak of technology - even though too much equipment had been lost due to disrepair, it was still a functioning facility.

In the breathless silence of the physics laboratory, Polly pulled the joystick to pull back the wave lines.

He said: "About that time period."

Rum said: "Just now."

He was silent for a while, carefully considering his words, and said, "Just in the blink of an eye."

Polly took a deep breath, set the time recorded by the instrument back to three minutes ago, and started playing back frame by frame on the small screen.

——The beating, squirming black lines, they are of different shades, some are formed curves, and some are discrete black spots like stars. They are entangled with each other like fate. In every frame, their shapes are different.

There has been some change, but this change is irregular. After staying in the laboratory for nearly half a month, An Zhe already knows that what the Simpson cage captures is the frequency of interaction between basic particles - Polly always uses "frequency"

” to describe it.

However, the complexity and chaos of this kind of frequency are beyond the scope of what human science can handle. Polly strives to find a way to accept and process them to make them clear, just like a person who hears a piece of music and tries to make it clear.

It writes music scores, or constantly adjusts the frequency of the radio in the hope of receiving a clear signal. But for a long time, this work has made no progress. Facing the chaotic lines, Polly once said, he was just like a mortal trying to

Hearing God's will is like an ant trying to decipher human language.

Anzhe looked at the big screen that was still constantly moving, and sometimes turned his worried eyes to Polly. He found that Rum was the same. In this long-lasting experiment, there have been too many failures. If he can't reproduce what Rum said "

"Clear" moment, he wished Polly had never gotten the news.

One frame after another. The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and from time to time there was the sound of cracking wood. This sound was particularly thrilling in the silent laboratory.

A ghostly image suddenly jumped out on the screen.

Even Anzhe couldn't help but hold his breath.

On the gray and black background, all the lines suddenly disappeared - and then appeared countless densely packed, translucent, gradually dim white dots hidden in the background. It is difficult for human language to describe what kind of shape they are.

There seems to be no pattern. They gather together in some places and spread out in some places. There are no white dots scattered in the center of the figure, but there is a circle like a crater gathered around it. The gray-black irregular circle is like a

Ominous and sinister eyes. It's like - just like humans took an extremely magnificent photo of a nebula in the civilized era, and then transformed it into lifeless black and white.

"Yes, it's this one," Rum said, "Is the machine broken?"

"No..." Polly shook his head slowly. Perhaps because of his excessive emotional tension, his pupils dilated slightly, "This is the unprocessed original image. The previous lines were abstracted from the original image."

An Zhe slowly thought about the meaning of this sentence. After all, Rum had beaten Polly for many years. He thought for a while and then said: "Then...or is the machine broken?"

"It's not broken." Polly shook his head and marked a dazzling red star at the time when this frame of image appeared. He said-->>

The speed was much faster than usual, and he couldn't hide his excitement and said: "When the particle frequency changes suddenly, the analyzer cannot obtain results in a short period of time, and the original image will be displayed briefly. This proves that we are right - called

Tang Lan, come here."

When Tang Lan opened the laboratory door, there was a faint blackish green under his eyes, and he was obviously a little depressed.

"Sir," he said, "What do you want from me?"

Polly said: "You fell asleep? I'm sorry to wake you up."

Tang Lan shook his head: "I was already awake when Rum called me."

Polly: "Didn't sleep well?"

"I just wanted to come to you." Tang Lan said: "The fluctuation suddenly amplified - for a second, I felt a sharp noise, and then I woke up."

Polly: "What now?"

"It's okay now."

Polly didn't speak for a long time, until Tang Lan asked: "What's the matter, sir?"

"Our method is correct. When the fluctuation is amplified, it shows this abnormality in real time. That kind of fluctuation can be captured by the Simpson cage in a similar way to recording magnetic fields." Polly looked solemn.

Tang Lan frowned: "Isn't this good news?"

"No." Polly said, "I remembered a question."

No one made a sound in the laboratory, only Polly's voice sounded. His eyes moved from the small screen that captured the freeze-frame to the large screen with complex lines: "We want to capture the frequency of fluctuations and analyze the distortion.

reasons, but what if it now shows the struggle between the Earth’s man-made magnetic field and unknown fluctuations from the universe?”

"I understand what you mean." Tang Lan suddenly raised his head: "The magnetic field can resist fluctuations, but the Simpson cage receives both of their frequencies at the same time. They interfere with each other."

"Yes." Polly said: "I have been thinking, if the magnetic field can completely resist fluctuations, why do genetic infections still occur on the earth? If the two have been in a stalemate, it would make sense. The fluctuations have continued.

It affects the earth, but the magnetic field is also resisting, so that the matter has not yet reached the point of complete distortion, and the frequencies of the two have been entangled."

"In this case..." Tang Lan frowned: "Sir, if you want to use the Simpson cage to analyze the fluctuations, you have to wait until the fluctuations defeat the magnetic field, or the artificial magnetic poles no longer work."

"That's right." Polly said slowly.

"But once the fluctuations take over, the material will be distorted and the equipment of the Simpson cage will also be affected."

"No," said Polly, "there is a way."

Everyone looked at Polly, but no one made a sound. In the silent laboratory, Polly continued: "The Highland Research Institute has its own multiple movable independent magnetic poles, which can generate a small magnetic field with a limited range. This was the case back then.

The research results. Therefore, we were able to survive the disaster of the artificial magnetic pole failure a month ago."

"If the artificial magnetic field covering the earth disappears... we adjust the position of the independent magnetic pole so that it can protect the core equipment of the Simpson cage while exposing the receiving area to the maximum extent -" Polly's gray-blue eyes narrowed slightly, he

Look at the blazing sea of ​​fire downstairs.

Tang Lan: "Then we can analyze the pure fluctuation frequency."

"That's right, that's right..." Polly took a deep breath. The fire of hope had just ignited in his eyes, but it suddenly went out at this moment: "But -"

The words stopped abruptly before he finished speaking, and the room suddenly became quiet, with no one making a sound.

Finally, Tang Lan said: "Only when the artificial magnetic field fails... can we see fluctuations?"

He looked out at the night sky, his voice astringent.

Polly sat down slowly in front of the computer. He faced the communication channel with the base and did not move.

“The truth can only be seen at the moment of death,” he murmured: “Is this what God wants to show us?”

An Zhe stood in the corner, quietly watching all this happen.

Polly's conjecture is well-founded. If there is only that strange wave left in the world, the instrument may show its full picture.

In fact, this is feasible. Polly is now facing the communication channel, and he may be considering his words. As long as either the northern base or the underground city base agrees to turn off the artificial magnetic pole, the truth will be revealed in front of them.

But, what next? What will happen to the two bases after losing the magnetic field? The disaster a month ago directly reduced the surviving population of the northern base to 8,000.

He could not imagine the struggle Polly was facing now - this benevolent scientist left the base in the first place because he could not stand the sacrifice of a few people for the sake of the many.

But this world seems to be like this. It causes those who seek survival to die violently, those who are merciful to kill, and those who seek truth to despair.

Facing the screen, Polly slowly closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!