Chapter 849 Six-Dimensional Space

Speaking of the fat chicken, it was just an ordinary old hen before the end of the world. There was nothing special about it, and it was not a mutant like the Tyrant Chicken. The only advantage was that it was raised by eating spiritual springs over the years, and then evolved into what it is today.

Whether it was because of the natural incompatibility of the race or because of drinking the spiritual spring, Jingshu decided to do a small experiment to verify some guesses.

The long marching team continued to move forward without stopping, and strictly followed the discipline regulations, fumigating themselves with moxa sticks every once in a while and checking whether there were any bulges. The atmosphere in the command vehicle was not good. Before Mr. Zhang came up with a solution, no one dared to be careless.

The one who used moxa sticks was more active than anyone else. The whole command vehicle was filled with the smell of smoke, and people would cough from time to time.

This night was a torment and no one could sleep well.

Jingshu stayed in a separate little room, holding a madly squirming tick with tweezers and carefully bringing it close to her ankle. If the tick tried to drill in, Jingshu would pinch it to death.

Until the tick touched the skin, it didn't seem to want to drill in, as if that piece of white and tender skin was not its favorite food.

Based on this, more than a dozen ticks were tested, and none of them were interested in Jingshu's skin. Some even hated this skin as much as Ai Ye did. In their cognition, the blood of Jingshu, a living person, seemed not to be blood.

In any case, the fact that ticks will not drill into the body to suck blood is indeed good news. Jingshu breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little relieved.

But it is absolutely impossible to ask Jingshu to take off the protective suit and the three layers of protective shields inside, so we must not be careless.

"Sure enough, it's related to drinking the spiritual spring... Then, according to my guess, the tick's mutation should be related to the energy of the dimensional space, rather than a simple mutation of dark creatures. Because simple mutations wouldn't ignore me like this and would still suck my blood. The dimensional space energy of the spiritual spring is more advanced and has a suppressive effect, so lower-level dimensional space energy can't do anything to it, which is why the ticks are so resistant."

Although it is unknown why the space has not sensed the dimensional energy of the tick so far, this thing has been basically confirmed. The energy required for the space upgrade will appear next. Jingshu instantly became full of energy and practiced the Rubik's Cube more diligently all night.

In the next few days, under strict discipline control and the choking smell of moxa sticks, almost no one was bitten again, except for a few people who needed to get off the vehicle to work, refuel and provide logistical support. But at least no one was bitten to death again, and everyone's worries gradually settled down.

On this day, General Zhang called all the core members together for a meeting.

The meeting room, filled with choking smoke, was packed with people. Elder Zhang presented the results of his recent research. The usually energetic man looked tired, but his voice was still resonant. "There's both good news and bad news. The good news is that we've developed a drug that can inhibit and disinfect ticks and allow them to penetrate the body."

The entire command vehicle was instantly filled with excited sounds, which meant that this thing was no longer lethal.

Even Jun Bao, who hadn't slept well, looked better.

"The bad news is that this stuff can't be mass-produced, and it's a mutant species of dark creatures. The medicine needs to be extracted from the mutated ticks. If we can't disinfect them in large quantities, it means we have to abandon this migration route. Of course, if we have enough time, we can research and develop affordable alternatives, but the problem is that we don't have that much time. The number of ticks has been increasing along the way..."

"Now, wherever the wheels pass is a flat land covered with ticks. Such a large number of ticks is simply beyond the reach of human and material resources. Spending a lot of effort on control and disinfection is simply a waste of manpower, material and financial resources. So my opinion is to abandon this migration route and take a detour."

The joyful atmosphere was doused with a bucket of cold water, and everyone immediately quieted down again.

Jun Bao sat at the head of the group and asked, "Can we bypass this tick-infested area? If we abandon this route, it will take another month to travel. Do you know how much food a million people need in a month?"

Zhang Lao snorted, "You can ask the higher-ups for it. The Central Reserves will surely have some. We're not the only ones who've developed synthetic meat lately...it doesn't matter if it tastes bad."

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"Have they developed a new food? What is it? Why haven't we heard about it?"

"It is said to be doomsday rations. They have been stored as reserve food in a top-secret location. As a final trump card, they have not been announced to the public."

Jingshu tapped the table, feeling that this was not what she expected. Could it be that the butterfly effect was really going to change her path?

Just as the meeting reached a stalemate, the old man who specialized in map drawing coughed and showed the satellite map he had been recording for the past few days. "Let's not talk about that for now. I just want to ask, are we on the right track now?"

“It feels like we’re going downhill.”

The driver shone his headlights and saw the road sloping upwards. From a distance, it looked like the road was going uphill, but everyone else felt that the front of the car was tilting downwards, as if it was going downhill.

The old man clapped his hands, feeling extremely helpless: "I sensed something was wrong. Now, our convoy is probably trapped in here and can't get out!"

Doctor Zhang asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

The old man displayed a satellite map. "I'm not very talented, but I've been drawing maps for decades. I've seen a number of geographical locations and have a basic understanding of the relevant knowledge. At first, I didn't think anything of it, but today I realized that we've entered another dimension..."

"A space that exists only in conjecture and books, Euclidean space, the rumored six-dimensional space."

Jingshu suddenly raised her head and stared at the unprepossessing old man. She had dealt with this kind old man many times, but she had never been as shocked as this time.

The scene was awkward for a while. Everyone was not very well educated and was a little confused.

"so what?"

The old man said seriously: "We are lost and can't get out."

"Why?"

"We all know that this continent suddenly appeared after the apocalypse. It's sandwiched between two provinces. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be too big. Even if we keep walking in one direction, we should be able to get out, right?"

The old man sighed, revealed the strange satellite map, and explained, "Six-dimensional space refers to any space with six dimensions, within which six-dimensional polytopes and spheres can be constructed. Six data or coordinates are required to specify a position in that space. These coordinates can be infinitely varied."

"In other words, if you don't figure out the exact coordinates of this place, you'll never be able to get out."

Jingshu opened her mouth, remembering how she got lost in the four-dimensional space before. How did she get out of it? It seemed like there was no such thing as coordinates.