It is as if the sun that does not fall hangs above this world of ice and snow without a trace of warmth.
At the Southwest Antarctic Division Scientific Research Station, Hubble was wrapped in thick winter clothing. He stood behind the iron railing of the scientific research room, looking at the rolling snow-white mountain peaks, complaining about why he came here out of his mind.
The hot breath from his mouth turned into white gas and floated away, as if crystal ice flakes were sticking to his glasses.
"This damn weather..."
Hubble took off his glasses and wiped them awkwardly with his thick gloves. "It's better to go back and drink coffee. I hope Bertrand and the others can gain something today."
With Didi's words, Hubble went down the iron ladder and went to the canteen next to the scientific research room. They were buildings supported by iron frames, hanging off the cold ground. They were air-conditioned and heated inside, which was better than staying outside and suffering the cold.
It's much better frozen.
He pushed open the blue door of the cafeteria and went in. The chef was busy preparing the food for lunch, which was all high-calorie food. The fat chef saw Hubble coming in and greeted him warmly.
Immediately, I made a cup of coffee and sat across from me and handed it to the scientific research staff member who had brought it over for no apparent reason.
"Los Angeles is a great city. I traveled there for a few months ten years ago. It was great. The girls were very welcoming. It's a paradise like that. Why would you choose to leave and come to this land of ice and snow to suffer. For money
?Or for fame?”
Hubble took a sip of coffee and looked at the steam rising from the cup. He was silent for a while and smiled, a bit bitterly.
"Both...but...they didn't tell me that they would stay here for such a long time. Now I really miss my 20-square-meter bachelor apartment in Los Angeles. There are soft beds and pillows,
There are sunny beaches and hot bikini beauties..."
The fat chef looked at the young man in front of him and ruffled his hair in distress, with wrinkles forming on his smiling face.
"It doesn't matter, you will be able to go back soon. There has been no progress for half a year, and Frank Pharmaceuticals will not continue to fund this expedition... You will be able to go back soon, continue to sit in your office, and enjoy being on time.
get off work."
"Thanks for the comfort."
Hubble forced a smile. He was a staff member sent by Frank Pharmaceuticals to search for some ancient viruses under the Antarctic ice. He hoped to find something different from these ancient germs that would help
Medical research.
Of course that's what they said, Hubble doesn't know if there are other uses.
That's what higher-level research laboratories do, but businessmen might be able to breed some variants, then create vaccines, and then amplify the virus outside to make a profit.
Hubble knew something about what these businessmen were doing secretly. One of his colleagues once reported it. Unfortunately, this colleague disappeared and may have gone to other cities...
Just when I was bored, the roar of a sleigh came outside.
"They're back." The fat chef glanced outside, shrugged his shoulders and stood up, "I have to prepare everyone's lunch."
Hubble nodded towards him, and then looked at the thick glass. Five sleighs gradually stopped roaring and lined up outside.
There were four people in each car. After getting off the car, they walked into the cafeteria. Some glanced at Hubble, while others greeted him warmly. The leader came in last, rubbed his temples and sat down opposite Hubble.
"Still nothing gained today?"
"Damn it, if you know it, don't ask anymore." The leader is a black man named Dolly, about fifty. I heard he is from Washington. For Hubble, he is the only person with whom he can talk a few words.
Hubble smiled, and just as he was taking a sip of coffee, Dolly, the black man opposite him, suddenly sat upright with his elbows on the table, "It's not like there was no gain, look... what did we find near a glacier?"
As he spoke, he took out a dark piece of wood from his coat pocket, "It's strange... there is such a thing in Antarctica. If I knew something about archeology, I would have thought someone was joking with me."
The wood piece that was handed over was about the size of a palm, rectangular in shape, and cut evenly on all sides, but Hubble could still tell that it was a bit old as far as the cut was concerned, unlike the one made last week.
Hubble turned over and subconsciously pushed up his glasses, with a hint of disbelief in his eyes, and then looked at Dolly.
"There are actually words on this side."
The black man nodded: "But I don't know him, do you know him?"
Hubble looked at it carefully for a while and shook his head, "It's not a character I know, but from the structure, I think it looks like an ancient Chinese font."
"So, Antarctica has been the territory of China since ancient times..." Dolly made a joke, and then said: "It is yours now. Go back and check the font on it, and then call me to untie my
Doubts in my heart."
"You discovered it, and you don't want it?"
"What can it give me? A piece of bread or a bottle of whiskey?"
Dolly waved his hand, got up and left to get the dinner plate and wait for the meal. While drinking coffee, Hubble rubbed the words on the cold piece of wood and fell into deep thought.
However, within two days, he received a call and his work at the Antarctic Division Scientific Research Station was over.
He had had enough of this kind of life, so he packed up his gifts that night, said goodbye to Dolly and the fat chef, and headed to McMurdo Station, where he boarded the return ship and then flew back to Los Angeles.
But that was five days later. As soon as he returned to the Frank Pharmaceutical building in Los Angeles, he was called to report on work. As for the wood chips, they were treated as something other than work and were not included in the report.
After that, he called a group of friends, came to his home for a gathering, and told them the story of what happened in Antarctica. Of course, he also told them about the wood chips and showed them.
Westerners are born with a strong curiosity. Regarding the characters on the wood chips, they proposed to decipher them, but they searched the entire Internet and could not find the relevant fonts. Even if they found the Chinese fonts, they did not recognize them.
"Hey, Hubble, I almost forgot, I have a friend from Huaguowan Island, he may know him." The blond woman named Lucy, in front of Hubble, dug out the existing phone number on her mobile phone.
Number, "I have traveled to Wandao, and I met him there. He is a very hospitable Chinese, and I found..."
Immediately, she said 'shhh' to the others, and started chatting with the person on the other end of the phone. After a while, the woman named Lucy quickly sat in front of the computer, logged into the chat tool, turned on the camera, and
Put Mu Pei under the camera for the other party to see.
Soon, there was a reply in the message column.
"Dear Lucy, I only recognized one "Fan" character, and I haven't necessarily confirmed it yet. From what I know, these characters don't look like ordinary ancient fonts, and are likely to be related to religion."