"breathe-"
In the virtual outer space, Richard took a deep breath and looked around at the stars in all directions, and finally locked onto one of them.
He slowly raised his hand, pointed at the star in the distance, and pulled it gently.
In an instant, the entire space in the universe began to distort and deform, and the rest of the stars quickly fled into the distance. The stars chosen by Richard quickly approached and appeared in front of Richard's eyes.
This is a young main sequence star in the hydrogen burning stage. It is slightly larger than the sun and is orange-red throughout.
There are a total of seven planets surrounding it. Among them, the planet in the fourth orbit is blue, with only a patch of green at the equator, like a dotted spot.
Richard stretched out his hand and pulled the planet closer to see it clearly.
This is a planet with life, similar to the Earth, but more than 90% of the planet's surface is ocean, and there is only a huge island at the equator, which is also the green color we saw before.
After Li Cha saw it clearly, he did not hesitate, adjusted his posture, and fell towards the island on the equator of the planet.
A few minutes later, Richard passed through the thick atmosphere and his feet gently landed on the island ground.
To his left and right, there were lush forests, and in front of him, after crossing a bluestone path, in an open space stood a majestic library.
The entire library has a typical Gothic style, with towering spires, light stone pillars, exquisite flying buttresses, and gorgeous stained glass windows. It looks more like a church than a library.
Richard admired it for a few seconds, then walked to the door of the library, reached out and pushed open the heavy oak door, and walked into the library.
In the library, it was quiet, quiet, and there was no one.
But it's not weird. The afternoon sunlight shines through the window and falls on the ground, revealing large patches of color. There is a sense of tranquility in the air, as if this is a place where one can leave behind all the worries of reality.
After all, there are only memories here.
Only memory.
Richard stretched his neck and walked towards the depths of the library. He could see mahogany bookshelves over three meters high standing here one after another. The bookshelves were filled with thick books - a rough estimate, the top layer was Books can only be reached by walking on wooden ladders.
Richard walked to the nearest wooden shelf, pulled out a gray-covered book and flipped through it.
When you open the first page, you will see that there are no words on it, only numerous patterns. Some of the patterns will move like images, and even make sounds, have smells, and can be touched...
In the center of the page, there was a green frog, staring at Richard curiously with its big eyes. After reading for a long time, I seemed a little bored, and with a "pop", it jumped out of the page. Falling to the ground, he jumped towards the distance.
Richard raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Come back!"
"Quack!"
The frog turned his head and barked at Richard, as if he was unhappy. But the next moment it turned into a green light and returned to the page, motionless.
Shaking his head slightly, Richard knew that this was not the book he was looking for. He put it back where it was before taking out another one and opened it.
On the first page after opening, the patterns are: a pair of chopsticks, a pair of bells, a piece of rice cake...
"1100 years..." Richard continued reading, read a few sentences, shook his head, and put it back again. This was not the book he was looking for. After all, the earliest research on nuclear weapons did not begin until the twentieth century.
Take out the third book. The patterns on it are: a strange-shaped willow tree, a throne symbolizing the Nine-Five-Year Emperor, a piece of rice cake...
"1695... well, that's not it either."
Putting the third book back, Richard pursed his lips, turned his head, and looked towards the wall near the library.
There stood a row of six huge stone statues, each more than four meters high and with strange shapes.
The stone statue on the far left looks like a turtle. However, the neck is exaggeratedly long, like a snake, close to the appearance of the legendary mythical beast Xuanwu. Compared with Xuanwu, the other's tortoise shell is too flat, with almost no ups and downs and no lines. It is more like a tabletop.
Richard said: "Suma!"
"Wow!"
There was a sound, and the stone turtle statue moved and came to life.
A pair of eyes looked at Richard, and he said in a buzzing voice: "My creator, welcome back, is there anything I can do for you?"
"I now need to find relevant books on the purification of uranium 235." Richard said.
"Uranium 235 purification?" The turtle statue thought for a few seconds, then took steps and walked to the side, "Okay, I know where it is, please follow me."
Afterwards, the turtle statue passed through three consecutive oak doors and came to a library room that was all purple.
This room is about more than 500 square meters, and everything is purple.
The carpet is purple, the wallpaper is purple, the ceiling is purple, the chandelier is purple, even the decor is purple.
After the turtle statue walked in, he walked straight to a bookshelf, stretched out his neck, picked up a book on the top shelf of the bookshelf in his mouth, and gently handed it to Richard's hands.
It was a huge book with a length and width of more than half a meter and a thickness of nearly 20 centimeters. It was more like a stone slab than a book.
The tortoise stone statue was delivered to Richard's hands and he hummed: "My creator, I think this should be the book you are looking for."
After hearing this, Richard opened it and saw the pattern at the beginning: a blue clay pot, fish swimming in the water...
After reading down a few lines to confirm that there was indeed nothing wrong, he looked at the stone turtle statue and said, "Suma, thank you very much."
"This is what I should do, and it is also my honor. I hope you can enjoy your private time to the fullest, my creator." The turtle statue said, walked to Richard, and lay down directly, twisting his neck to form a Weird shape.
At this time, the stone turtle statue looks like a combination of a huge stone table and an abstract stone chair.
Richard naturally sat on the neck of the turtle statue, and then placed the huge book flat on the turtle's back.
The moment he put it on, the book vibrated slightly, and all the patterns on it disappeared, turning into lines of text—text on the purification method of uranium 235.
"About the methods for purifying uranium 235, the following are currently known..."
Richard looked at it with a somewhat satisfied expression, then stretched out his hand, but saw no movement. Suddenly a ceramic cup fell from the roof and landed firmly in his hand.
"Coffee." Richard said.
"Wow..."
A stream of black liquid floated down and landed steadily in the cup, exuding a refreshing aroma. It was coffee at the right temperature.
Richard took a deep sip, then let go of his hand, letting the cup with coffee fall toward the ground.
The cup didn't break. It passed through the carpet and the ground as if it had passed through some kind of film, and disappeared without a trace.
At this time, Richard leaned forward slightly, showing a serious expression, his eyes fell on the pages of the book, and he began to read with concentration.