"It is not possible, we can only determine the relative age."
William Dell showed a helpless smile to his new friend, "In the long river of time, even the hardest rock will be worn away."
"Perhaps there will be some lucky creatures that were not eroded by the wind and sand and turned into fossils and buried in the strata."
"Judging the geological age is roughly based on the characteristics reflected by these rock units and biological fossils."
"But these errors are large because the geological record of a given location is often discontinuous.
"If a certain set of rock records is likened to a history book, many of its pages have been lost in the history of the earth. Therefore, these chronostratigraphic units based on the types of strata and fossils at a certain location are an accurate representation of the history book.
The incomplete record of geological history requires correspondence and aggregation on a larger spatial scale to obtain a more complete record."
"We need to collect and excavate local materials, and then compare them with other surrounding strata to determine the approximate relative age."
"This is a long process."
William Dell patiently explained to Wilson:
"The radioactive isotope dating method can be used for calculation, but this technology is not very mature and requires very high requirements for mineral samples..."
Mentioning the fields he was familiar with, and considering that Wilson was indeed a good listener, William Dale couldn't help but talk a lot about geological expertise.
Wilson listened carefully and nodded from time to time.
In fact, he was already two years old, and he was complaining to Zhuom in his heart:
"My God, Noah, why is this thing so complicated? It didn't take so much trouble when the TPC discovered super ancient civilizations, right?"
[TPC’s technology far exceeds the current level of technological development]
"Zhuom, can you do it?"
[The system has recorded information about the ultra-ancient civilization of the Ultraman Tiga universe, which can be compared. However, more stratigraphic ages cannot be accurately calculated. The system does not have a database for this world, and it lacks corresponding plug-ins]
Wilson curled his lips and sighed silently:
"It seems that the development of science and technology must be faster, otherwise it will be completely inconvenient at the current level. When facing some unknown situations, even the basic conditions cannot be detected."
Just as he was thinking this, the bus bumped violently again, and Wilson's head almost hit the seat in front of him.
This is not surprising, because this bus does not have a perfect shock absorption device, and the road conditions are not good.
William Dale beside him quickly grabbed him:
"Are you okay?"
Professor Dell asked Wilson with concern. He had a good impression of Professor Wilson, who was gentle, friendly and patient.
"Well, it's nothing."
Wilson waved his hand, somewhat thankful that he now possessed the power of Ultra, otherwise he would have been so dizzy from motion sickness that he would have vomited in the car.
But even so, the long bumpy ride is uncomfortable, and the speed of cars in this era is not that fast, which is about the same as the fastest speed in the straight line of Subject 3.
It was already very late when they arrived at Field, the nearest seaside town.
After the long drive, everyone was a little tired, especially the driver.
Fortunately, most of the veteran members of the expedition team are proficient in driving, so there is not much pressure in taking turns.
During the break, Wilson tried to get close to Captain Lyndon, trying to find out what was in the truck following him.
But Captain Linden only mentioned that it was the equipment that would be used in this mission, and did not reveal any more information.
Wilson couldn't just open those tightly wrapped things to see what they were, so he had to give up.
…………
Waves of the unique seaside salty smell mixed with the smell of rotting fish and shrimp blew through the mist shrouding the town and reached the bus parked on the roadside.
The smell was not very good, which made Wilson frown.
Does the seaside smell like this?
It wasn't like he had never traveled to the beach before, but the smell was too unpleasant. It reminded him of stinking ditches that were so rotten that they turned green.
"Port Field is the closest port to Arkham Town." A geologist with good geographical knowledge took the initiative to introduce, "The main industry in the town is fishing. The transportation here is not very developed, there are only roads, but there is a good natural harbor.
, it is close to Boston and has convenient water transportation.”
Wilson has little interest in this seaside town. Mainly because he is a little disgusted with the smell here.
Give him a bad feeling.
I hope they can get on the boat and leave here soon.
he thought.
But things never go as people want.
Captain Linden, who had gone out for communication not long ago, came back with a somewhat regretful expression and brought them a depressing news:
"Due to emergencies at sea, the ship 'November' originally scheduled to pick us up could not arrive at Port Field as planned. We need to wait here for two days."
Okay, I just knew I was unlucky.
Wilson looked up at the sky, his expression full of sadness.
"Won't our mission be delayed?" At this time, a calm voice suddenly came.
Wilson followed the sound and found that she was the only female member of the expedition team, a red-haired lady with a high ponytail and a leather jacket. She was tall and outstanding, and she looked good, but she was not sweet and pleasant, but rather very
Cold and beautiful, with sharp edges and corners, quite aggressive.
After getting on the bus, he had a general idea of who the members of the expedition were. He remembered that the lady's name was Elizabeth Ellis. Like him, she was an expert on the expedition and an excellent historical scholar.
"The longer the previous expedition team is missing, the more dangerous their situation will be, and we need to respond in time."
"That's true." Captain Linden smiled bitterly, "But there's nothing we can do about it. The nearest ship to the Pacific Islands is the 'November'. If you want to take another ship, you have to wait for more than a month.
Weeks, this will delay it even longer."
The red-haired historian pursed his lips and said nothing more.
The members of the expedition team on the bus stayed in a small hotel next to the port under the leadership of the captain. The trucks and buses were also placed in the small open space in front.
Wilson noticed that even though the others had gone to rest, there were still two people standing guard by the truck.
He did not rush up to ask, but returned to his room with thoughts.
It's late at night.
The fog shrouding the town became thicker and thicker, and the rotten smell became stronger and stronger.