This has heightened people's anxiety again. If life forms from Spacetime Stasis Zone in the universe emerged with the Swordfish, what kind of beings would they be?
Alice was a little scared and said, "Maybe we should go outside."
Mrs. Larry said, " Alice, what's wrong with you? You've been to so many ancient tombs, what's there to be afraid of!"
Alice said, "I... I don't know! Maybe it's because no matter how eerie the tomb is, it's still on Earth, but we don't even know where we are now!"
Anderson encouraged her, " Alice, it's okay, I'm here! I'll protect you!"
" Anderson, either go upstairs with Alice and wait, your leg injury hasn't healed yet, and if something really happens, you won't be able to run," Petru said.
"No, we shouldn't separate now," Qingmu said. "With our Mental Power separated, neither Mr. Stone nor I can sense what's happening outside. It's best if we all stay together."
"I agree with Qingmu," Situ said.
"But what are we looking for here?" Alice said. "They're all dead, and you know how they died. Most of the stuff on this ship is unusable, so what are we looking for?"
No one answered this question.
Previously, Boris and Petru would have said they needed to find weapons, food, and other necessities for survival; however, it has now been proven that these things are unusable.
Mrs. Larry may be interested in archaeology, but this ship is just a modern warship to them. The officers and soldiers on board were all younger than her, but they had spent the rest of their lives in another dimension of the universe and have now returned to this one.
Perhaps even the word "return" is inaccurate, because this spacetime is not Earth's spacetime. Therefore, this has nothing to do with archaeology; it is a question belonging to physics and life sciences.
Qingmu couldn't figure out why, but he felt he should go back in and take another look. There was something inexplicably familiar luring him in. This feeling was even more inexplicable than intuition, like a monster lurking in his mind. Since the Mental Power Field here was isolated, it couldn't be an external mental influence.
However, there was another point that he was very clear about and concerned about, and he firmly believed that this was also Situ's idea: to confirm whether Xia Xiaoxiao was still on this ship.
When they parted ways, Xia Xiaoxiao boarded this warship with Lieutenant Colonel William Halsey. Afterward, they entered their respective universes and never contacted each other again. Now, Lieutenant Colonel Halsey is in the command room up there, a thousand-year-old mummified corpse.
Qingmu saw a flicker of worry Situ Situ's impeccably handsome face as the firelight danced. He knew that even if everyone else left, he would go in and inspect every single compartment of the warship.
"Let's go in and take another look," Qingmu said.
"That's right, quack, anyway, it's not Earth anymore!"
The Crow's words dispelled people's doubts. Yes, anyway, it's not Earth, and any place is better than any other!
Alice recalled the terrifying, ugly moon that had filled the entire sky that night, and now three Sun hung in the sky outside, and who knew what might happen next. Thinking of this, the darkness in the cabin didn't seem so frightening anymore.
People continued on in silence, going into each small cabin they passed, only to find the same scene every time.
The Crow pointed to the hatch on the left and reminded them, "There, at that doorway, the shadow I just saw flashed there."
"Hey, I admit you have good eyesight, okay? Stop scaring people!" Boris said.
"Oh... do you want a bird to shut up? Unless you stuff something in my mouth, like braised pork hock or dried fish, or if all else fails, that kind of dried meat is too tough..."
The Crow kept chattering, and Boris, growing impatient, interrupted, "Do you believe I'll shove a stone into your mouth?!"
"Stones? Oh, quack..." The Crow turned to look at him. "Have you ever been to elementary school? Have you heard the story of the Crow and the pitcher? Guagua, it seems your education level isn't very high. Let me give you a lesson. Open your bottle, give me some stones, and I guarantee I can drink the wine in the bottle. Do you believe me? Quack, you don't seem to believe me. How about we make a bet? If one bottle isn't enough, then two. I'll definitely convince you, quack!"
The Crow amused everyone, and the laughter drove away the eeriness and unease, making the atmosphere relaxed again.
Su Huilan and Mrs. Larry walked side by side, closely following behind Situ and Qingmu. She asked with concern, " Mr. Stone, you just said this might be an overlapping space, and the ship hasn't completely escaped the Stasis Space yet. Could we get trapped too?"
Situ shook his head and said, "No way. Unless it was thrown in while the Ramla was moving at high speed, which must have happened during a fog. I guess the Swordfish accidentally crashed in during the last fog, and the fog just now brought it out again. What seems like a short time interval to us, they spent thousands of years inside."
Spacetime Stasis Zone is a closed space that rarely exchanges energy, matter, or information with the outside world. When a closed space cannot obtain external energy to maintain its low entropy, its rate of heat death will be far greater than the rate of heat death of the universe. You can think of it as a bubble that is stationary in the universe and could die at any moment. In your eyes, the bubble will burst in an instant, but inside the bubble, a world experiences birth and death. The bubble that the Swordfish is in, even if it is not dead yet, is already on the verge of bursting.
Su Huilan suddenly realized, while Mrs. Larry beside her asked thoughtfully, "So what would happen if a life form inside a bubble escaped outside the bubble?"
Situ said, "Perhaps it's like we've entered a black hole or a higher-dimensional universe, but what will happen, nobody knows."
Mrs. Larry said, "So, what Mr. Crow saw might be of great research value, wouldn't you say?"
"Wow!" the Crow exclaimed, flattered. "Did you hear that? She called me 'Sir'! 'Sir'! Do you understand? That's a respectful title, just like a professor! Hey—" It lowered its head to look at Qingmu, "Be more polite to me from now on, don't boss me around, I'm 'Sir' now!"
Situ stopped, looked at Mrs. Larry, and said, "You're right, it might really be valuable. Hopefully, we can find it!"
Next, they arrived at the hatch where the shadow had flashed as the Crow had pointed. The sign on the door read: Captain's Room.
This is the most spacious bedroom on the warship, containing a bed, a wardrobe, a desk, a sofa, a television, and a separate bathroom.
This place should rightfully belong to Lieutenant Colonel William Halsey, Halsey sits in the command tower above, so it should be empty. However, now, a person sits in the chair in front of the desk—or rather, a mummified corpse.
The mummified corpse wasn't wearing a military uniform, but rather a Tushu. He leaned back in his chair, his hands on the armrests, his head slightly tilted, making one worry he might fall off at any moment. In the firelight, his face appeared somewhat grotesque, his two dark eye sockets seeming to harbor the ghosts of hell.
There was a piece of paper on the table, with a red coral-like branch pressed on it. It looked somewhat like the scepter they were holding, but only half of it.
There were words on the paper, written in English.
I am Ronald Cohen, and I dedicate this book to the few remaining days of my life.
I know there is no hope of escaping this well in this lifetime. May Gaia bless that someone will see this letter a thousand years from now. This is humanity's last hope...