Fragrance

The moment Song Ziliang's words fell, a broken mechanical arm appeared in the giant holographic projection directly in front of them.

The cross-section of the mechanical arm was smooth, as if it had been severed by something sharp.

"This is..."

Morr stared at the image in the holographic projection, his eyes widening suddenly. "The right mechanical arm of an HRA-3 Type Exploration Robot?"

The HRA-3 Type Exploration Robot is a high-precision exploration robot manufactured by the Human Alliance.

It can adapt to most harsh environments in the universe.

Whether it's planetary surface reconnaissance or conventional stellar interior exploration, it can perform well.

With its excellent performance, this exploration robot quickly became the standard equipment for the Dangerous Technology Administration.

"Wait, I have a question!"

Looking at the holographic screen in front of him, a hint of confusion appeared on Morr's face. "I'm also familiar with the Wormhole Information Dissipation Theory. I remember that any dissipated information will be disrupted into disordered information by the wormhole itself on the Planck time scale. How did you restore this information?"

Song Ziliang responded with a smile:

"Just a few days ago, Academician Lin Yang perfected the Wormhole Information Dissipation Theory."

"Now, with the computing power of the Academy of Sciences' central main brain, Zero, it is possible to retrieve and restore some specific information."

Morr was stunned.

Is... is that true?

He admitted that he didn't pay much attention to the research work of the Academy of Sciences.

But for a theoretical breakthrough of this magnitude, even if he didn't care, he should have heard some rumors.

"Oh, right."

Seeing the confused looks on Morr and the other researchers' faces, Song Ziliang quickly added, "Currently, this technology is not mature enough, so Academician Lin Yang hasn't announced it yet."

Morr suddenly understood, but then deeper doubts surged into his heart.

"Putting aside Academician Lin Yang's theory for now, where did you, an intern academician, get the computing power allocation quota..."

Before he could finish speaking, Morr realized a crucial piece of information:

The intern academician in front of him, who had been in the Dangerous Technology Administration for less than a year, was actually a student of Academician Lin Yang.

As a Level I academician with a top academic standing in the Human Alliance Academy of Sciences, Academician Lin Yang naturally had the computing power allocation quota for Zero.

Indeed.

Old employees are just for fun, but when something serious happens, you have to rely on the interns!

After all, you never know how big of a shot an intern can bring in!

Morr subtly waved his hand.

"I have no more questions, you can continue."

Song Ziliang nodded and continued speaking with a normal expression. "According to our previous plan, the HRA-3 Type Exploration Robot would carry a carbon-based intelligent terminal to the coordinates of the signal."

"With the help of the intelligent terminal, we can quickly establish contact with the target signal source."

Morr's eyes moved slightly. "But the plan failed. A broken mechanical arm can't do anything even if it enters the target universe."

"No, you are wrong."

Song Ziliang immediately refuted Morr's words without hesitation. "You may not know, but every intelligent terminal is equipped on the right arm of the HRA-3 Type Exploration Robot."

Hearing this, Morr was stunned. "You mean..."

"Exactly." Song Ziliang's lips curved upwards, a confident smile appearing on his face. "Theoretically, one intelligent terminal successfully entered the target universe and may even have made contact with the target signal source!"

"As long as we can establish contact with that intelligent terminal, all problems will be solved."

"The problem has arisen." Morr raised his hand and lightly pinched his brow, shaking his head in distress. "The communication power equipped on the intelligent terminal is simply not enough to initiate inter-universe communication."

"To get it to contact us actively..."

"The probability is lower than me getting that damn year-end bonus!"

Song Ziliang: "?"

Did he just hear something incredible?

"Ahem!" Song Ziliang chose to ignore this dangerous topic. "There is actually a solution to this problem."

"Although we haven't confirmed the exact coordinates of that cosmic bubble, we can determine its approximate range of activity."

"We just need to set up enough hyperspace membrane signal transmitting and receiving devices in this area. Theoretically, the intelligent terminal located inside that cosmic bubble can receive the signal."

Morr: "?"

Full-coverage, indiscriminate WiFi, is it?

Do you even hear what you're saying?

Putting aside the difficulty of implementing this plan, how much budget would this cost?!

Thinking of the credit points that were about to flow away like water, Morr felt a faint pain in his heart again.

On the other side.

Main Church Library.

Chen Fan, walking among the wooden bookshelves, carefully examined the old paper books. The strange scent, mixed with the smell of decay, once again filled his nostrils.

He sniffed lightly, quickly identifying the source of the increasingly strong aroma – the layer of tung oil-like substance brushed onto the wooden bookshelves.

This unit has conducted a simple analysis.

Just as Chen Fan was sniffing the faint scent, One's voice sounded in his mind: This substance extracted from plants can provide excellent anti-corrosion effects.

Furthermore, the scent it emits can have a refreshing and invigorating effect.

However, it has two major hazards.

'What hazards?'

First, it is slightly addictive. Second, and most importantly, long-term exposure will cause irreversible permanent damage to the brain's logic and cognitive abilities.

Holy crap?!

Chen Fan's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously held his breath.

Was it intentional or accidental?

The answer was already obvious.

This was likely done intentionally by the Church.

Its purpose was probably to hide some unknown truths.

As Xu Huai said, the Church modified historical records, attempting to hide some truths, but history is history. Post-modification and embellishment will always leave some tiny flaws. Once these flaws are discovered by someone with ulterior motives, it will lead to unimaginable consequences.

Therefore, the Church resorted to a drastic measure – damaging the brain's logic and cognitive abilities!

After figuring out this series of actions, Chen Fan immediately felt a thin layer of cold sweat break out on his back.

'One, this scent... to me...'

Short-term exposure is not a big problem. Besides, don't you have this unit as an external brain?

Chen Fan: '...'

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, then cautiously inhaled.

Although he knew doing so wouldn't have any effect, Chen Fan still subconsciously controlled his breathing rate.

He turned his head to look at Gao Yuan, who was following behind him: "Old Gao, do you know where the Church keeps the historical records?"

"Historical records?"

Gao Yuan sniffed hard, a clear look of pleasure in his eyes.

"Are you talking about the Church's chronicles?"