The quarrels among the specialists in the meeting room had abruptly ceased, and everybody fixed their gazes on Jing Jiu.
They were puzzled and puzzled, wondering what he meant by this. Was he going to fight? One against thirty?
A few specialists were displeased to hear this, showing a mocking and disdainful expression in their eyes; but they didn't say anything.
Jing Jiu didn't care what these people were thinking. "Separate them," he said to the military officer.
The military officer acted quickly. It didn't take long for the meeting room to be divided into eleven small compartments, one for each specialist.
Sitting on a comfortable chair, Jing Jiu looked at the display on the terminal that looked like a huge screen.
The data of various fields and subjects flowed like running water on the screen and then entered his eyes.
This method of learning was more efficient for him, just like what he had done in the Guocheng Temple and later in the apartment.
When he encountered a problem with the data or had a different opinion, he would ask the specialists in the relevant fields, and the specialists would answer him immediately.
The questions he asked and the answers of the specialists were displayed on each other's screen through the data, so they didn't need the slow and low-end communication like the sound.
"The special feature of the spores lies in their different molecular structures. They can withstand high temperatures, but they can also withstand the cold like other subspecies. They can maintain their vitality even when the temperature is close to absolute zero, and they will die naturally as time elapses. As such, the range of infection of the first generation of spores in the universe is fixed. The furthest recorded is ninety-two astronomical units of the main planet. Of course, this doesn't take into account the distance when the spores attach to the battleships and pass through the warped voids."
"Yes. The most regrettable thing is that these dark monsters can pass through the warped voids. Nobody knows why. It's probably because the dimensional rifts have something to do with the warped voids. The physicists have a conjecture that the warped voids are their normal space in the world of dark matter."
"0.3 degrees Celsius above absolute zero is the survival limit of these monsters. It might be a coincidence or a metaphysical phenomenon, but it's the same as the background radiation of the universe on the other side of the Sea of Dark Matter."
"According to the result calculated by the Fu's transformation, the proliferation coefficient is between 2.6 and 3.4."
"The miniaturization of the gravitational lens was completed four years ago, but the three fleets still can't discover the dark matter directly, let alone capture it."
"There's no problem with using Planet Chengqiu's Scythe for indirect observation. According to the statistics of the cases, their spore production rate is the lowest, so it's the safest."
"The strength of the mother nest's defense lies in its materials. In the past thirty years, four new elements and even more special-shaped alloys have been discovered, but none of them are stronger than the mother nest's materials. According to the data of the ancient civilization and the analysis of more than three hundred cases, there is a certain probability of breaking through the mother nest's defenses with super-powerful laser beams and neutrino weapons."
"There is no social structure, but there are social classes. There is no intelligence, but there are instincts. The distinction between intelligence and instincts does not exist in a philosophical sense."
"Okay, okay, okay. Let's not talk about philosophy. Dai Xu's emotional fluctuations should be regarded as the direction of some kind of fluctuation."
"Ninety-four percent of the fleet's nuclear bombs have been replaced with seven-phase bombs."
"The Academy of Sciences calls the process of dimensional rifts disintegrating melting because it requires a lot of light and heat. The picture is quite similar."
"The specific temperature requirement is about seven million degrees."
"No life or dark life can withstand this kind of temperature, so even if the energy overflow is very wasteful, the military still insists on using nuclear bombs as the weapon of choice, laser and microwave weapons as the backup, and physical weapons are abandoned."
"There are seven models in the initial stage of a fugitive fleet, and six of them will cause the fleet to be completely destroyed within a hundred years."
"The achievements of mental imprinting in mind control involve some top-secret information. These people in the conference room should not have come into contact with it, including me."
The ring kept emitting a faint light that was invisible to the naked eye. The data on the light screen kept flowing, and new questions and answers appeared from time to time.
Jing Jiu read the information very quickly, and the questions became more and more profound. The expressions of the experts gradually changed. They were no longer in the mood to watch the show, and they became much more serious when reading the information and answering the questions.
The conference room was very quiet. Only the faint static sound of the light screen and the sound of chairs moving could be heard.
The constant movement of chairs indicated that some experts were getting nervous. They stared at the light screen in the cubicles, afraid that they might miss some important information and make a mistake in answering the questions.
Seeing the scene, the officers in charge of the affairs felt it quite amazing, thinking that it was more like the consultants were testing the knowledge of these experts instead of teaching them a lesson. It should be noted that these experts were the top scholars in the annular base and even in the entire Federation of the Milky Way.
As the questions and answers continued, the experts entered the most serious state of research, which was the same as when they were in the laboratory.
Some of them took off their bow-ties rudely; some of them wiped their glasses with the hem of their shirts; some of them put their legs on the desks; and some of them scratched their hair.
It was noon after more than three hundred questions, but none of them felt hungry; they just felt a bit tired.
Jing Jiu sensed the mental state of the experts. Stroking the ring on his finger, he asked, "Do you have any more questions?"
Normally, it should be the experts who asked him this question; but it was he who asked them.
One of the experts replied uncertainly, "It seems … that there are no more questions. Do you have any more questions?"
"I don't have any questions. It's just that the possibility mentioned by Mr. Consultant has given me some new ideas. I'd like to go back to the laboratory to do some calculations."
"I also have some new ideas. If Mr. Consultant wants to study by himself in the afternoon, can I ask for leave?"
"I'm a bit confused at the moment. I'd like to go and have a drink. Who wants some?"
"Let's go, let's go."
The experts were talking at the same time in the conference room.
Jing Jiu got up and walked to the window, looking at the green grassland and the darker forest outside, as well as the pearl-like lakes in the distance.
This was the deep underground of the annular base. The window was fake, and the scenery outside the window was also fake.
Such a scene reminded him of the cell in the Sword Jail and the Snow Girl.
"I have one last question."
Looking at this beautiful world, Jing Jiu thought of the miserable world on the ground and the humans who had died soundlessly in that city.
"What was the weapon used by the distant ancient civilization on this planet? An antimatter gun? "
The conference room suddenly became very quiet. After an unknown period of time, the voice of one of the experts rang out.
"The research institute has always regarded that weapon as a sub-stellar weapon. However, according to the calculation of the residual energy waves, that weapon had a large amount of energy left when it was activated. It might even have used the lowest energy. This means that if the distant ancient civilization had wanted to, they could have directly destroyed this planet or even a celestial body of an even larger size."
Another expert said regretfully, "We've studied the remnants of the war on this planet for many years, but unfortunately, we didn't get any results by reverse analysis. The antimatter gun is indeed one of the conjectures, but there's no evidence. In my opinion, it's not very likely. The main reason is that the missing information is too serious. I even suspect that someone had erased the information back then."
He was talking about the governing authorities of the distant ancient civilization.
Jing Jiu was silent for a moment and said, "Thank you."
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…
That afternoon, Jing Jiu didn't go to the conference room again.
He spent most of his time by the window, looking at the black wasteland in silence. No one knew what he was thinking.
However, the conference room was still preserved, and the dozen or so experts from various fields didn't leave either.
As he looked at the black wasteland by the window, Jing Jiu was thinking of many things.
Innumerable numbers, symbols, formulas and functions appeared in his awareness, and then they were rearranged and rearranged.
The war between the humans and the Sea of Dark Matter had lasted for more than one hundred thousand years, and it was even longer than the longest epic poem, with a great deal of information and related knowledge.
Even Jing Jiu needed some time to organize, analyze and digest the information.
During the process, he would encounter some new problems, and he would need the help of these experts.
The days went on for a few days.
Hua Xi didn't forget her work. She boiled an iron pot of hot tea for Jing Jiu every morning and night. It was unclear where she went during the rest of the time. She would come back late at night with a smell of alcohol.
Shen Yunmai had returned to the Central Star Fleet. It was unclear if he had some other mission, as he hadn't been seen in the last few days.
One day, the study was over.
In the eyes of the experts and professors, it would have taken them at least sixty days to complete the massive project, but it had taken them only nine days. The experts were well aware that Jing Jiu had an extraordinary learning ability, so they accepted the fact easily. They dispersed with a sentimental mood and went back to their own studies.
That night, Jing Jiu contacted Ran Handong through the ring and inquired about the whereabouts of the Central Star Fleet. Ran Handong knew that the Central Star Fleet was by the edge of the Sea of Dark Matter, but she didn't have any further information. She reported the recent situation of Zong Lizi and the situation in the Federation of the Milky Way before Jing Jiu could ask her.
Everything was fine.
As the door of the room was opened, Hua Xi walked in with a tired expression and put the iron pot on the stove.
The tea in the iron pot began to boil, exuding a greasy smell because the tea had been boiled for a long time.
Hua Xi bade Jing Jiu goodnight and lay on the bed to sleep.
Jing Jiu waved his hand and used the sword fire to burn the alcohol molecules and the molecules related to the smell in the air into nothingness. He walked to the window and saw the sword light in the night sky.
The transparent window quivered slightly, and his figure disappeared, turning into a sword light in the night sky.
Hua Xi opened her eyes and looked at the spot in front of the window, her small face devoid of any emotion.
It didn't take long for Jing Jiu to arrive at the high peak in the south of the planet.
Sitting by the cliff's edge, Shen Yunmai held a pot of alcohol in his chest and a chicken leg in his hand, looking a bit awkward.
It was because his empty left sleeve looked like a piece of white silk fluttering in the dark night.
"Is it broken?" asked Jing Jiu after taking a look at it.
Shen Yunmai uttered "hmm".
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