The engineers entered cautiously, craning their necks to look around at the four walls. Their expressions were like illiterate tourists visiting the Mogao Caves—unable to understand a thing, yet feeling that everything was magnificent and profound, like a divine miracle!
They almost felt as if they were surrounded by heavenly script, as though they had glimpsed writing left behind by Aliens—something humans could never have created!
At last, Song He finished the final stroke!
The marker ink had faded until it was almost impossible to make out. A whole night of writing had used up all the ink in both pens.
He tried to stand, but after a sleepless night, he was terribly weak. He had also been crouching for too long, and the moment he stood up, his head spun. He nearly collapsed onto the floor.
Xie Yuanxun hurriedly supported him and helped him slowly sit back down to rest. Someone with sharp instincts handed him breakfast.
Song He immediately took buns from the plastic bag and began eating ravenously.
"Professor Tang, this... what exactly did you write?" Xie Yuanxun could not help asking.
"It looks like it has something to do with the Electromagnetic Rocket Well?" Zou Yunshui said.
"I don't know what I wrote either. After all, I don't understand Electromagnetic Rocket technology at all." Song He chewed on his bun in big mouthfuls and spoke indistinctly.
"You don't know what you wrote, yet you wrote so much?" an engineer nearby could not help interjecting.
All the engineers turned to look at him, their gazes varied. Some looked at him as if he were a genius, some as if he were crazy, and a few seemed to seriously suspect that Song He was an Alien in disguise.
Song He stood up and walked to the wall while