In addition to recalling Azima and Rosser, he also wrote down the follow-up arrangements.
It is time-consuming and labor-intensive to mine uranium mines safely. It is not only necessary to formulate detailed operating procedures and set up monitoring nodes, but also to allow workers to have a certain understanding of the work they are engaged in and follow the rules meticulously. .
In the face of the looming threat of war, he naturally did not intend to follow normalcy.
The North Slope Mine is a good example.
Buy death sentence prisoners directly from Duke Quinn, and then stuff them all into the ruins, with no pay, no vacation, and no need to prepare protective measures for them. As long as they promise to serve ten years before they can be released, he believes that those people will make the right choice between the gallows and the chance of survival.
And the lords around the world are probably happy to exchange the lives of these scumbags for an extra income.
In this way, the 100 or so soldiers of the exploration team only need to be responsible for supervision and vigilance, and the requirements for protection are greatly reduced.
Sean is undoubtedly the most suitable management candidate.
Finally, at the end of the secret letter, Roland made a special explanation, asking the guards to inquire about the whereabouts of the "treasures" that people brought out of the ruins a hundred years ago.
After all, several doubts in the rumors really made him a little concerned.
This group that has never been recorded in history seems to have an inexplicable worship of radioactive elements. They use ore to burn bricks to build sacrifice temples, use it to torture the enemy, and even swallow the ore. The green fluorescent remains in Akima's eyes are proof. It's not clear if their demise is directly related to this cult, but it would be apt to call them the Radiants.
Of course, the world is so big, it is not uncommon for any kind of civilization to appear. What is really strange is that whether it is going deep into the mining area or using ore to make bricks, it is impossible to cause the effect of "flesh festering". Even if he lived in a mine and was exposed to various types of decay radiation for a long time, the result was that the risk of developing cancer soared. He could have lived to be eighty years old, but in the end he only lived to sixty-six.
After all, the efficiency of releasing nuclides by natural decay is too low.
The few unlucky ghosts who died tragically in the rumors did not seem to have died of cancer or aberration complications, but rather were affected by strong radiation.
To meet the latter condition, it can only be achieved by making high-purity nuclear matter reach criticality and generating a large number of neutron fluxes and hard gamma rays in an instant, but this situation is not like the level that the radioactive family can achieve.
Roland could not rule out that the rumors themselves distorted the facts, but more than one person should know about the miserable situation of the villagers at that time. If it is true, the problem is likely to lie in those "treasures".
Only in this way can the ruins take on the role of the execution altar. Otherwise, every prisoner can live for more than ten years before dying. If this altar is not built into a high-rise apartment building, I am afraid that it will not be able to accommodate so many people.
It's a pity that the time of hundreds of years has far exceeded A-Xia's retrospective period. Now it is almost impossible to completely know what happened at that time, so Sean can only try his best.
He vaguely felt that the truth behind the rumors might not be that simple.
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After Honey took the letter, Roland walked to the desk and carefully examined the rubbings of the spread out murals.
Although the distorted ink image is full of weird and absurd things, he can still identify the rough subject and object. In every corner, and can feel pain and fear from their hideous expressions.
This is probably the generality of all intelligent life to always regard itself as the protagonist in the historical record.
As Sean said, whether it is the subject or the object, it has nothing to do with known alien races such as devils, evil beasts, and submarine civilization. Their shapes are really weird, and some are like matchsticks, and their limbs cannot be distinguished. And the head and tail; and some are like wriggling protozoa, all the organs are hidden in the brain.
The contents of the murals are not all related to the execution. There are several rubbings that describe the battle between the subject and the object. They seem to be able to fly by the wind by swelling their bodies, and take advantage of high-altitude maneuvering to land behind the enemy on a large scale. Flanking from both sides. The towering line of defense did nothing, the city turned into a sea of fire, and the object was killed in a rout.
As long as the roles of the characters are clearly distinguished, the events described in these seemingly insane records can be roughly understood.
"Huh?" Roland's eyes suddenly stopped on a picture.
"What's wrong?" Nightingale noticed his strangeness.
"Do you think, where did you see the scene in this rubbing?" He walked to the picture scroll and squatted down, which was the last paragraph describing the war: countless matchsticks merged into one, as if he wanted to fight to the death , but was still knocked to the ground by the subject. The blood flowed turbulently and gathered into a huge lake. The surviving enemies fled to the seaside and were all killed by the chasing subjects. The corpses even built a hill in the sea.
"Hmm..." Nightingale looked at it for a long time, "Apart from using more ink, it doesn't seem to be any different from other drawings?"
Well, combat ability and artistic appreciation really are innately contradictory. Roland raised his forehead and said, "You can get me a map of the extreme south first."
"Understood." The latter acted quickly, sending a thick stack of maps to him, and at the same time handing over a dried fish.
Roland bit the dried fish, his hands kept moving, and after a while he found a partial bird's-eye view of the endless cape.
At that time, in order to determine the location of Daqing Port, he had asked Lightning and Maisie to draw a detailed map of the place, so he always left an impression. When the two were placed together, he suddenly felt a layer of goose bumps appearing behind his back, his body felt like an electric shock, and his fingertips tingled.
The contour lines in the two pictures overlap!
Although there are some discrepancies in the details, the trend of the boundary between the continental margin and the whirlpool sea is basically the same, and the similarity is more than 80%!
Could this be... a coincidence
"Well, the place pictured on this picture is the extreme south?" Nightingale also noticed something was wrong, "Isn't that the place where the sand people live?"
Roland didn't answer, but quickly scanned the remaining picture scrolls.
When he saw the penultimate picture, the blood all over his body seemed to freeze.
I saw more than ten main subjects gathered on a high platform, surrounding each other in a large circle, and an irregular polyhedron floating in the circle, with countless strange tentacles dancing on the surface, like the hair of a snake demon.
Sean hadn't seen this scene with his own eyes, so naturally he didn't know what was shown in the painting.
But Roland knew.
It was clearly a "relic of the gods".