Gu Siyuan is seventy-two this year.
As an ordinary person, he is already old, but as an extraordinary person, he is still very young.
According to research, superhumans below the first rank, their bodies will fail after they are over 120 years old, and they will show various signs of aging that ordinary people have in their 60s and 70s.
Above the first rank, you will live longer, but there is no specific research, and no one knows how long the lifespan of the extraordinary after the first rank can be.
When he was recruited into Nightcrawler, Nightcrawler was still in a state of nothing.
It was not until the relics left by the ancient civilization were discovered in China one after another that the Nightcrawler's research on extraordinary power gradually went on the right track.
But time has washed away too many things, plus a completely different development system from another civilization, making it difficult for them to find useful things from the traces left by the past.
These slates placed outside were not the first batches they found.
But like many previous batches, although similar slates were unearthed in each of the ruins, no country, or any extraordinary force, had studied the function of the slate.
This made Zhao Xiaokui feel super strange.
The slate book may not be useful to ordinary people, but it should not be unreadable to the extraordinary.
With the research capabilities of today's world, even if all the content inside is broken, leaving only a few words, it is enough for them to interpret a lot of things.
"Professor Gu is an extraordinary person, right?" Zhao Xiaokui asked.
Gu Siyuan nodded.
Zhao Xiaokui pulled out a not so badly broken slate and handed it to him, "Professor Gu, put your forehead on the slate, imagine yourself going through a layer of plastic film and get into a space."
Gu Siyuan glanced at Su Mingyue, took it dubiously, followed Zhao Xiaokui's advice, and put the slate on his forehead.
This action looked really silly, but none of the researchers who came around at some point laughed at him, but instead stared at Professor Gu and the slate in his hand.
Time passed by minute by minute.
The air seemed to freeze.
Gu Siyuan's body staggered and stepped back, Su Mingyue hurriedly supported him.
And Zhao Xiaokui hurriedly caught the slate he didn't grasp 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 whirlpool inside."
What
Zhao Xiaokui: "… whirlpool?"
She thought she was hallucinating.
Gu Siyuan seemed very excited, not at all the calm look he had when he met Zhao Xiaokui just now, "A major discovery, a major discovery, how come no one thought of it before! This must be reported, hahaha—"
He didn't forget who discovered it first, patted Zhao Xiaokui on the shoulder, and said, "Little comrade, I must give you a credit."
Zhao Xiaokui's face was tangled, "Professor Gu, did you read it wrong? How could it be a vortex? What I saw was clearly a word."
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 made a decisive decision: "All the extraordinary people come out and try to stick their foreheads on the slate according to what Xiao Zhao said."
Naturally, they couldn't pick out good slate books as accurately as Zhao Xiaokui, so some people got nothing and felt nothing, while others saw a vortex like Professor Gu. The same, but it all boils down to one sentence: "It's colorful and dizzy."
Zhao Xiaokui was stunned.
How can you not see it
Zhao Xiaokui, who had just left the conference room, was invited back again.
The one who was invited with her this time was the slate that had been thrown on the ground as something useless.
"How did Xiaokui come up with the idea of seeing 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 the other laboratories looked at Zhao Xiaokui with the same eyes as him, all with kindness and kindness, and a bit of novelty, as if they were looking at a talking giant panda.
Zhao Xiaokui looked blank, "Don't you all read the Internet? Isn't it all written like this?"
Several old professors with an average age of 70 looked at each other and did not expect this answer.
Seeing that they didn't believe it, Zhao Xiaokui tried his best to explain, "Aren't things like jade slips in self-cultivation just used to see with divine sense? I saw that the slate was there, each with something carved on it, like a book, just like a book. I thought about using this method to look at it, 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 saw?"
Zhao Xiaokui nodded, indicating that there is no problem.
So someone brought A4 paper and pens, someone piled slates one by one beside her, and someone else asked with concern if they needed to prepare anything else.
Zhao Xiaokui: "Can I have twenty chicken legs?"
She is a little hungry.
It was almost lunch time, and she was a little hungry.
Seeing that the research is going to make progress, how can we delay time because of this kind of thing, Professor Jiang waved his hand and immediately asked the kitchen to send a pot of chicken legs.
A full case of Coke was also delivered.
Zhao Xiaokui: "..."
He seems to know her very well.
Putting two chicken legs in his mouth, Zhao Xiaokui put the slate in front of his eyes, then knocked his head down, like sleeping in a high school class, and put his head on the slate.
She can indeed check directly with her mental power, but it's not necessary, right
People always have to keep some cards for themselves.
A few minutes later, Zhao Xiaokui opened his eyes and began to write and draw on the paper under the expectant gaze of countless pairs of eyes.
I don't know where they dug this slate, and Zhao Xiaokui didn't know the characters on it, so I could only draw a scoop according to the gourd, and record the curved words just like painting.
After writing a paragraph, she said: "I try to draw exactly the same, but their font is like this."
After writing one, a professor took the paper and said to the people next to him, "Look, does the content on it look like Arabic?"
"Like, but not. There are some alphabets in Arabic, but more we haven't seen."
After writing two pieces of paper, Zhao Xiaokui suddenly asked, "Is there any paint? I need to paint."
Palettes and brushes were delivered soon after.
More and more information was re-engraved by Zhao Xiaokui from the slate book, and many bigwigs in the research labs held the materials she wrote.
In particular, Zhao Xiaokui copied not only words, but also images. Those vivid, lifelike, magnificent and bizarre scenes attracted them all intoxicated.
"Is this flying? Can humans really fly?"
"Does this man have wings behind him? Could it be an angel?"
"What is this, why does it look so strange, I feel a little sick, vomit—"
A transcendent researcher watched, suddenly stood up, and retched uncontrollably while holding the table.
"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 medical staff rushed over and told him to lie down on the spot and conduct an examination directly.
The painting was still on the table, and seeing his appearance, no one dared to touch it again.
Zhao Xiaokui, who drew it with her own hands, was also a little strange. Why could a painting make people vomit? She stretched out her hand to take a look, but was stopped by Su Mingyue by the side.
"do not."
Zhao Xiaokui looked helpless, "I drew this with my own hands. I'm fine when I draw it, and it's even less likely when I look at it. Don't worry."
Su Mingyue thought it was the same reason, so she asked her to bring the image over.
Zhao Xiaokui held the paper and looked at it carefully for a while, but didn't think anything was wrong.
This is an ordinary painting with red and black as the main body.
Just as she was thinking so, her spirit was suddenly shocked. 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 earth is covered with magma, and boundless depression swept over, as if to take away the last trace of air in her body.
Zhao Xiaokui patted the paper on the table, gasping for breath, tears streaming uncontrollably from both eyes.
Everyone looked at her.
Zhao Xiaokui flipped the paper over with a swipe, pressed the back of the paper with his hand, and warned everyone, "Don't look at it, this painting can cause hallucinations. If you stare at it for too long, you may never come out."
A painting can trigger a deadly vision.
The faces of Gu Siyuan, who had never encountered such a situation before, became solemn.
Gu Siyuan said with concern, "Xiao Zhao, are you alright? Do you want to take a break and continue another day."
This is their treasure, and it cannot 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 while, no more than a minute, she actually felt as if she had been roasted from the inside out, and she was severely lacking in water.
What kind of killer weapon is this left by the bully
Soon someone came in and put the painting and the slate book together into a box.
Looking at the other slate books, the expressions of everyone at this time were less excited at the beginning, and replaced by vigilance like an enemy.
Just a copied painting has such power, what kind of murderous intention is hidden in it
Su Mingyue's hand on Zhao Xiaokui's shoulder tightened.
She was reluctant to see Zhao Xiaokui go on an adventure.
Several professors looked at the copied materials, Gu Siyuan first said: "The materials we have copied now should be easy enough to decipher this language, I think we should solve these things first, maybe after deciphering them. We can distinguish the types of slate books, so that Xiao Zhao can copy them out in a targeted manner."
"That's right," another professor said. "Comrade Xiao Zhao goes back to have a good rest. The medical department will give her a careful examination of her body, but there must be no problem. We will decipher the rest of the slate."
Zhao Xiaokui was put on a stretcher.
She is fully capable of walking by herself: "..."
Zhao Xiaokui's test result is not serious.
Aside from the headaches caused by her mental weakness, she was so healthy that she even ate nearly a quarter of her body weight under the watchful eye of the night watchman at the medical office.
It’s not uncommon for extraordinary people who can eat. Nightcrawler’s research has long proven that food can be converted into a part of extraordinary energy through the human body, but looking at a thin girl like Zhao Xiaokui, eating so much food with ease, the scene is still Quite shocking.
A large amount of food was transformed in an instant, providing energy and soothing her throbbing nerves.
Zhao Xiaokui lay on the bed in the observation room, pulled the quilt over, closed his eyes, and looked ready to sleep.
"Is she okay?" Su Mingyue, who was standing outside the door, whispered to her colleagues.
"It's nothing, it's just too much consumption, you should just get some sleep."
The two left quietly and closed the door by the way, not intending to disturb Zhao Xiaokui's good dream.
But in fact, although Zhao Xiaokui, who was lying on the bed at this time, closed his eyes, he was thinking about the slate book.
She really didn't know that kind of writing.
But not knowing it doesn't mean you can't interpret it.
She is a scholar who has taught herself Abyss Language, Divine Language and Mermaid Language. How could she be stumped by this trivial matter