He easily held the ball, and the expected scene of it bouncing off didn't happen.
But when he tried to move the ball, the unnatural resistance made him stunned.
There was no gravity in the universe, but the inertia of matter itself made it resist the change in its state of motion. Liu Qingpeng looked at the ball with a strange expression. The feeling from his right hand was as if this was not a ball the size of a fist, but a meteorite.
"What the hell is this? Why is it so f * cking heavy?"
Liu Qingpeng cursed to himself. He took out a mass analyzer from his waist that looked like a subway security check tool and tapped it heavily on the ball.
A muffled sound passed through the spacesuit to his ears. The ball just moved slightly and slowly drifted to the other side of the spacecraft. At this moment, the mass analyzer recorded parameters such as reaction force and action time, as well as the micro change of the ball's speed, and calculated the mass of the ball.
When Liu Qingpeng saw the data fed back to his helmet by the mass analyzer, his eyes almost popped out.
"A hundred kilograms? How is this possible? How can such a big thing weigh a hundred kilograms? How dense is it? This is impossible even if it's made of osmium metal … "
The atomic mass of osmium was 190, and its composition was the heaviest metal known in nature. He immediately realized that he might have found something incredible. If possible, he wanted to report his findings to the ground command center as soon as possible, but at the moment, he was in a communication blocked area. He couldn't do it even if he wanted to.
Liu Qingpeng controlled the airflow of the nozzle and slowly floated over, holding the ball in his arms. When he was close to the bulkhead, he jumped on the bulkhead of the ball and flew toward the fracture of the aircraft shell with the ball in his arms.
Carefully avoiding the sharp iron bars, he once again returned to space. He opened the road sign in his helmet and locked the position of Stingray A-1. He turned on the output power of the nozzle to the maximum and pushed the 100-kilogram ball in the direction of the Stingray.
With more than a hundred kilograms of treasures hanging on his body, Liu Qingpeng flew very slowly because he was worried that the remaining nitrogen in the spacesuit would not be enough to "brake". It took him less than a quarter of an hour to arrive, but he flew for more than an hour.
He put the ball into the cockpit of the Stingray and carefully fixed it in the compartment behind the seat. He immediately turned on the navigator and set the departure route according to the data sent back by the quantum computer.
However, at this moment, a red signal light lit up on the operation interface.
"Warning, mass parameters have changed, remaining energy insufficient to enter return orbit, pilot please reduce internal load and restart navigation system."
Liu Qingpeng's heart sank to the bottom. He had almost forgotten about the terrifying mass of that small ball. A hundred kilograms was equivalent to the weight of one and a half adults.
After hesitating for a moment, he clenched his teeth and reached for the platform on the right side of his seat. He unlocked the safety, grabbed a ring, and pulled.
With a slight tremor, the two laser cannons below the Stingray A-1 separated from the fuselage, and the attack module worth tens of millions of Xin New Dollars was abandoned in space. As for whether it was worth it, he could only leave it to his superiors to decide.
The signal light was still flashing red, and the cold electronic voice was still so inhumane.
"Pilot, please reduce internal load."
Looking at the remaining five kilograms of load exceeding the value, Liu Qingpeng was sweating profusely.
"Motherf * cker, throwing away the attack module is still not enough? Right, there's also the magazine … "
The laser cannons were thrown away, so he didn't feel bad about throwing away a magazine. The two box-shaped weapon power modules were left behind. Seeing that the load exceeding value finally returned to zero, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. If he wanted to throw it again, he really couldn't think of anything to throw except himself.
After restarting the navigator and setting the route, he waited for the Stingray to gradually leave the communication blocked area, and immediately reopened the communication device on the spacecraft.
"This is the Stingray A-1, calling the command center, please reply …"
…
"… This is the command center. We have received your call. Navigator 01 will continue to serve you."
The command center, which had fallen into a low mood due to the loss of contact with the Stingray A-1, burst into cheers with the restoration of communication. Not long ago, several space experts were still debating whether the loss of contact was due to a communication failure or an attack by a UFO.
But now it seemed that these debates were unnecessary.
The quantum computer calculated the return orbit at the fastest speed, and the navigator immediately sent the latest orbit data to the hero tens of millions of kilometers away to guide him on his way home.
At the same time, about 1G of photos taken by Liu Qingpeng on the spherical UFO were sent back to the ground command center through the restored communication channel. This valuable information happened to prove Calvin's previous speculation that the UFO was indeed a masterpiece of an extraterrestrial civilization.
This historical discovery was no less significant than the great geographical discoveries of a few centuries ago. The proposition that people debated for almost a century could finally be concluded – they were not alone.
It was almost foreseeable that if these photos were made public in the international community, it would undoubtedly set off an unprecedented earthquake in all fields. However, this was only if. Celestial Trade would never make these photos public. All the data would be treated as top secrets and kept for at least 50 years without any accidents.
"Mr. Minister, please take a look at this."
Calvin's assistant walked to his side and handed him a printed photo.
"This is?" Calvin frowned slightly, picked up the photo, and examined it for a moment.
In the center of the photo was a small ball, and its size, mass, and other information were marked next to it. When he saw the data behind the mass column, he was slightly stunned, looked at his assistant with a strange expression, and knocked on the photo with the back of his hand.
"Is there a mistake with this unit? One hundred kilograms? How is this possible? "
"There is no error in the data … Although I thought he made a mistake at first, he insisted that he didn't make a mistake."
"Then how did he start the acceleration?" Calvin looked at his assistant and asked suspiciously, "If I remember correctly, the Stingray X-1 series aircraft, except for the C-1 cargo type, all have a weight limit."
"He threw away the two laser cannons under the spacecraft, and the power module as a magazine." The assistant gulped and said seriously, "If this isn't an alien trick … We may have discovered a new substance that we have never seen or imagined before."
"Keep an eye on this for me, I'll make a call."
Calvin apparently also realized this. After he temporarily threw the command to his assistant, he walked in the direction of the door without saying anything.
As he walked, he rolled up his sleeves, tapped twice on his wrist, and called Jiang Chen's office.
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