Watching them go, Alice complained: "The men who have served as soldiers are really unreliable. When they talk about weapons, they forget everything, as if the weapons are their girlfriends!"

　　

　　Mrs. Larry smiled: "Alice, if you want to grab a man's heart, you have to try to like the things he likes."

　　

　　 Alice said thoughtfully, "But I think the two hobbies of playing guns and fishing shouldn't be in the same person."

　　

"Human nature is very complicated! Sometimes we don't even know what we want, where those inexplicable thoughts come from, everything is misty and illusory, as if we are dreaming. Only love is real, it makes We know that we are a human being. Let us see clearly our responsibilities, and be full of courage in the face of difficulties to explore the unknowable future of the human race."

　　

　　Mrs. Larry got up and walked to the window. The lake outside the window is like a mirror, reflecting the sky. The three suns are like three bright lights, reflecting strange light.

　　

　　 There was a gust of wind on the lake, making the water rippling.

　　

　　 She seemed to see a man smiling at her in the sparkling waves, that smile was full of love and the power to heal all wounds.

　　

　　 The wind circled the bridge, sobbed into the hatch, and gently lifted the hair on Mrs. Larry's side. The golden sun shines on her profile, she is thin, but she is sharp and resolute.

　　

　　 Aoki discovered that this unsmiling, rigid and stubborn female scientist in Captain Church's diary not only has a sense of responsibility and mission that transcends ordinary people, but also has an unusual love. It is the mission and love that together support this weak body, giving it strong power to live strong in the dual sufferings of the body and the soul, and persistently adhere to her mission, in order to restore the truth of the past of mankind. Looking for a way out for the future of mankind, she dedicated all of her.

　　

　　……

　　

　　 The wind whirled in the cabin and blew away the manuscript of Ronald Cohen on the podium.

　　

　　Mrs. Larry bent down to pick them up.

　　

　　 She was stunned suddenly, as if it were petrified, half bowed, holding the paper she just picked up in her hand, with an expression of disbelief on her face.

　　

　　 "Ma'am?" Alice asked with concern, "What's the matter with you, ma'am?"

　　

　　 Mrs. Larry did not answer, and picked up all the remaining paper. Every time she picked up one, she would stand there like petrified for a while, and as the more paper picked up, the expression on her face became more and more excited.

　　

　　 After picking up the last piece of paper, she tremblingly said, "Mr. Aoki, Mr. Stone, come and see, this is a three-dimensional text!"

　　

　　 Aoki was startled, and some strange and indescribable pictures immediately appeared in his mind. Mrs. Larry once drew the strange symbols in the Sanchi tribe's altar, and analyzed afterwards that it might be a two-dimensional projection of a three-dimensional language. When he saw those symbols, there was a glimpse of light in his mind, as if some memory fragments composed of distant past events were floating in his mind, but due to insufficient information or problems with his brain, these fragments could not be Revert to valid information.

　　

　　 He and Situ jumped up almost at the same time, and quickly came to Mrs. Larry's side. Su Huilan and the others also surrounded her.

　　

　　 The sun shone on the manuscript paper, and the original writing disappeared. As expected, the ink faded from the moment it was taken out of the cabin. However, at this moment, the manuscript paper did not become a piece of white paper, but some faint shadows of symbols appeared, some were dark in color, and some were light in color. With the sun's exposure, the shape of the symbol becomes clearer and clearer.

　　

　　 "This should be a special developer, probably used by the military." Situ said.

　　

　　Mrs. Larry pointed to the symbol on the paper and said: "The symbol I saw in the Sanchi tribe should be in the same language, Mr. Aoki, you could get information fragments from it last time, so what about this time?"

　　

　　 Aoki turned pages of manuscript paper and shook his head.

　　

　　Mrs. Larry thought for a while, spread out all the manuscript papers, spread them into a square, and asked, "How about this?"

　　

　　 Aoki's brain suddenly blasted, and a lightning flashed through the darkness, illuminating some things, but those things quickly turned into pieces, like broken glass **** floating in space.

　　

　　 He endured a headache and asked Situ: "Did you see it?"

　　

　　 Situ Jin frowned and said: "It can be combined with some of the symbols I saw before, but the amount of information is still not enough."

　　

Mrs. Larry said: "The symbol you see comes from the altar of the Mantiston tribe. The one on this paper should have been obtained by Cohen from the altar of the Toshaw tribe representing fire, plus the copy from the Sanchi tribe. Three copies, try to write them all together to see if you can combine effective information."

　　

　　 Situ nodded and said, "Okay, then I'm going to trouble Mrs. We will write them on the deck."

　　

　　 They came to the outer deck, where there were embers from a barbecue fire. They picked up a few unburned wooden sticks as carbon rods and wrote them on the deck.

　　

　　 Situ and Mrs. Larry wrote very quickly. It didn't take long to finish writing the symbols in the Mantiston tribe altar and Sanchi tribe altar, and then the wife began to copy the newly appeared symbols in the Cohen manuscript.

　　

　　 The crow tapped Aoki's head with its paws and said: "Quak, look at their memory, then look at your head, alas"

　　

　　 It sighed, "I really don't know if your head was struck by lightning or burned by fire!"

　　

　　 Su Huilan smiled: "He was burned by fire, so you were scorched."

　　

　　 The crow gave her a white look, croaked twice, and wanted to say something, but found that Su Huilan had ignored him, instead staring at the ground intently.

　　

　　Mrs. Larry has finished writing, and the symbols from the three different altars of Ramla are now written together.

　　

The chaotic information in Aoki's mind has emerged again, much more than before, and the turbulent magma-like things hidden deep in his mind are constantly rising out, which may erupt at any time, but his headache is too bad. It's as if those memories will break through his brain once they erupt.

　　

　　 He didn't know if Situ would be like him, but that gentleman-like gentleman no matter what happened, he couldn't see anything on his face except occasionally frowning. Duval was watching too, she was more peaceful than Situ~lightnovelpub.net~Mrs. Larry asked: "How about it, have you seen more things?"

　　

　　 Situ said: "Obviously there is something more, but it's still incomplete."

　　

　　Duval was the first time he saw these things and was surprised: "What the **** is this, it seems that it can be restored to fragments of consciousness through mental power?"

　　

Situ explained: "These are all texts from different altars. According to experience, it is likely to describe the construction process of the altar and the past history of Ramlane, just like the inscriptions or murals found in the remains of civilization on the earth. If it can be deciphered, it will be possible to distinguish the true and false of Ronald Cohen’s last words, and perhaps unearth more secrets. However, this kind of text is likely to come from the high-dimensional language of a higher civilization, so it must be deciphered. It may not be easy."

　　

　　 "High-dimensional language?" Duval looked at the signs on the ground thoughtfully.

　　

Mrs. Larry said: “Language is actually a kind of information encoding. Generally speaking, the information exchange between organisms usually adopts information encoding methods that are one dimension lower than the spatial dimension in which it is located. We are all three-dimensional organisms, so we use Two-dimensional information coding. Our brains can only understand two-dimensional information coding, and one-dimensional information coding suitable for computers needs to be converted to be understood by us. Similarly, our language needs to be converted by coding to be understood by computers. "

　　

　　 "Do you mean that computers are two-dimensional creatures?" Aoki suddenly thought of the ghost living in the underground computer room of Mei's laboratory.