Little Mushroom

The aurora flickered.

Wow.

The sound of glass splashing ripped the silent night, and An Zhan turned his head and looked at the laboratory.

Polly also looked at the window over there: "Rum?"

The fog adhered to the windowpane, and there was only a blurry silhouette, and only a dazzling figure could be seen.

"Sir!" When Rum's voice was rarely so excited, he slammed his hand against the window, and when the noise was heard, the shutter was opened, his voice was clear, but with a tremor: "Screen, screen……"

Polly looked violently into the room, and the big screen was still beating with messy patterns as before.

But Rum said, "Just--"

An Zhe coughed a few times and said, "I'm fine."

After confirming that he was still awake, Polly strode to the laboratory, An Zhe quietly swallowed a blood, and followed. His body was in a strange state, weakened to the extreme, and hurt to the extreme, but because it reached that limit, it seemed to be empty.

In the laboratory, Rum smashed a glass bottle filled with antibiotic particles, and the glass fragments shattered on the ground, everywhere, but now no one has the intention to clean it.

Polly came to the big screen, and the lines fluctuated like twisted worms. He said, "What's wrong?"

Rum's lips fluttered and he said, "Clear ... clear just now."

Anzhe couldn't describe that moment of Polly's expression, as if all kinds of too intense emotions were mixed together, but turned into a blank. Polly's hand trembled slightly, and his right hand rested on the instrument's joystick: "Are you sure?"

Rum's eyes seemed hesitant, or he was trying to remember-Polly stared at him deadly, and after three seconds, he said, "I'm sure."

Polly Joan looked at the screen and Anze stood behind him. The experimental mechanism used by humans to study artificial magnetic poles during the peak of science and technology-even if too many equipment have been lost due to years of disrepair, it is still a qualified and functioning physics laboratory. Breathing still, I saw Polly pulling the joystick to pull the wave line back.

He said, "at what time."

Rum said: "Just now."

He was silent for a moment, carefully wording, and said, "Just blink."

Polly took a deep breath, set the time recorded by the instrument back to three minutes ago, and started playing back frame by frame on the small screen.

——The beating and wriggling black lines, they have different shades, some are shaped curves, some are black dots scattered like stars. They are entangled with each other like that, like fate. Each frame changes their shape, but this change is irregular. After spending nearly half a month in the laboratory, Anzhe has known that what Simpson cages capture is the frequency of elementary particle interactions-Polly always describes it as "frequency."

However, the complexity and chaos of this frequency is beyond the scope of the existing science of human beings. Polly strives to find a way to receive and process them to make them clear, just like a person hearing a song, trying to It writes the score, or constantly adjusts the frequency of the radio in anticipation of receiving a clear signal. But for a long time, this work has made no progress. Facing the chaotic lines, Polly once said that he is like a mortal who wants to hear the will of God, and like an ant trying to interpret human language.

An Zhe looked at the still-moving big screen, and sometimes turned his worried eyes to Polly, and found that Rum was the same. In this protracted experiment, there have been too many failures. If Rum's "clear" moment can't be reproduced, he would rather Polly never get the news.

One frame after another. The flames in the fireplace were burning, and from time to time, the sound of firewood cracked "beep", which was especially thrilling in the silent laboratory.

A ghostly image jumped out of the screen suddenly.

Even An Zhe could not help holding his breath.

On the gray-black background, all the lines suddenly disappeared-followed by countless dense white dots, translucent, faint white dots hidden in the background, human language can't describe what kind of shape it is, they There seems to be no regularity. They gather together in some places and spread out in some places. There are no white spots scattered in the center of the figure, but a circle like a crater is gathered around it. The gray and black irregular circle looks like a Ominous and sinister eyes. It's like-just like humans took a picture of the immensely magnificent nebula in the age of civilization, and then turned it into lifeless black and white.

"Yes, this," Rum said, "is the machine broken?"

"No ..." Polly shook his head slowly, perhaps in an overly tense mood. His pupils were slightly dilated. "This is the original image, the previous lines were abstracted from the original image."

An Zhe slowly thought about the meaning of this sentence, and after all, Rum had beaten Polly for many years, he thought for a while, and then said, "So ... or the machine broken?"

"It's not bad." Polly shook his head and marked a dazzling red star at the time node where this frame of image appeared. His speed was much faster than usual, and it was difficult to conceal his excitement. "When the frequency of the particles changes suddenly, If the analyzer can't get the result within a short time, it will show the original picture for a short time, which proves that we are right-call Tang Lan. "

When Tang Lan pushed open the laboratory door, there was a hint of black and blue, and he was obviously a little bit weak.

"Sir," he said, "is there anything wrong with me?"

Polly said: "Are you asleep? Sorry to wake you up."

Tang Lan shook his head: "I was awake when Rum called me."

Polly: "Don't sleep well?"

"I just wanted to come to you." Tang Lan said: "The fluctuation suddenly amplified-for a second, I felt a sharp noise, and then I woke up."

Polly: "What now?"

"It's fine now."

Polly didn't speak for a long time until Tang Lan asked, "What's wrong, sir?"

"Our method is correct. When the wave is amplified, it shows this anomaly in real time. That kind of wave can be captured by the Simpson cage in a similar way to the magnetic field." Polly looked dignified.

Tang Lan frowned: "Isn't this good news?"

"No." Polly said, "I think of a question."

No one spoke in the laboratory, only Polly's voice sounded. His eyes moved from the small screen that captured the freeze-frame picture to the large screen with complicated lines: "We want to capture the frequency of fluctuations and analyze the distortion. Cause, but what if it now shows the struggle of the Earth's artificial magnetic field with unknown waves from the universe? "

"I see what you mean." Tang Lan raised his head humorously: "The magnetic field can resist fluctuations, but the Simpsons cage is receiving the frequency of both of them at the same time. They are disturbing each other."

"Yes." Polly said: "I have been thinking, if the magnetic field can completely resist the wave, why is there still a genetic infection on the earth? If the two have been deadlocked, it can make sense, the wave has been It affects the earth, but the magnetic field is also resisting, so that the material has not been completely distorted, and the frequencies of the two have been entangled. "

"In this case ..." Tang Lan frowned. "Sir, if you want to use the Simpson cage to analyze the wave, you have to wait for the wave to overcome the magnetic field, or the artificial magnetic pole will no longer work."

"Yes," Polly said slowly.

"But once the volatility prevails, the material will be distorted and the Simpson cage equipment will be affected."

"No," Polly said, "there is a way."

Everyone looked at Polly. No one said anything. In the silent laboratory, only Polly continued: "Highland research all of its own multiple independent magnetic poles, which can generate a small magnetic field with a limited range. This is the year Research results. So we survived the catastrophe that failed a month ago. "

"If the artificial magnetic field covering the earth disappears ... we adjust the position of the independent magnetic poles so that it protects the core equipment of the Simpson cage and at the same time exposes the receiving area to the greatest extent-" Polly's gray-blue eyes narrowed slightly, he Look down at the burning sea of ​​fire downstairs.

Tang Lan: "Then we can analyze the pure fluctuation frequency."

"Yeah, yeah ..." Polly took a deep breath, and the flame of hope had just ignited in his eyes, but suddenly went out at this moment: "But--"

The words stopped abruptly before the words were finished, and the room was suddenly quiet, and no one spoke.

Finally, Tang Landao said, "Can the wave be seen only if the artificial magnetic field fails ..."

He looked out at the night sky, his voice was astringent.

Polly sat down slowly in front of the computer, facing the communication channel with the base, hesitated.

"The truth can only be seen at the moment of death," he murmured. "Is this what God wants to show us?"

An Zhe stood in the corner, and he watched it all quietly.

Polly's speculation is well-founded. If there were only that strange wave in the world, the instrument might show its full picture.

In fact, this is operational. Polly is now facing the communication channel, and he may be thinking about the word, as long as either of the northern base or the dungeon base promises to close the artificial magnetic pole, the truth will be revealed to them.

But then? What happens to the two bases after losing the magnetic field? The disaster a month ago directly reduced the surviving population of the northern base to 8,000.

He couldn't imagine what kind of struggle Polly was facing now-the benevolent scientist left the base because he couldn't see a few people sacrificing for the majority.

But this world seems to be like this. It kills the living, the benevolent kills, and the true seekers despair.

Facing the screen, Polly closed his eyes slowly.

Tang Lan said: "I'll come."