Bazel fell into deep thought after hearing this. Ji Yongxing in front of him continued to ask:
"If I stick a stick into the sand at an angle, will it straighten itself?"
"Of course not."
Bazel answered immediately.
Ji Yongxing nodded and continued:
"Then why can something like a density meter automatically return to normal?"
"That's because..."
Bazel was halfway through blurting out his words when he seemed to have discovered something incredible and stared blankly at Ji Yongxing in front of him:
"It's in the...liquid."
The young researcher in front of him nodded, his expression becoming more serious:
“See, I knew most people with common sense would subconsciously think this way.
"But this is not enough. Since the spire has automatically straightened itself within a few decades, we should be able to see at least some signs of sinking."
"No?"
Basel had forgotten the original etiquette and treated the young man in front of him as his college classmate or mentor.
"No, the photo is too old to show any trace of that part."
"Then ask an old man?"
"Do you think that's possible?"
Basel's flash of inspiration was immediately suppressed by the other party.
Not to mention the first batch of elderly people in Hope City who automatically died after reaching their service life, the fact that the open space near the spire is a restricted area is enough to screen out most people. How can it be so easy to find witnesses now?
Basel thought for a moment and felt that there was nothing wrong with what the other party said.
He was suddenly a little discouraged. If he wanted to confirm this shocking conjecture, evidence was indispensable.
Otherwise, no matter how low the education level of Hope City is, those professional researchers will always raise objections.
After a while, he said dejectedly:
"Then I really don't have any good ideas for the moment. I can't drill underground to collect samples..."
Ji Yongxing brought a test tube rack from the lab table next to him:
"Don't say that..."
"This is?"
Basel looked surprised. There were six test tubes on the test tube rack in front of him. From left to right, one could see the obvious color change of the contents, as if some kind of gradient color substance was packed in these tubes.
Only the last one was different in color from the substances in the other test tubes, and the amount was very small, so no pattern could be seen.
“This is what’s in the ground.”
Ji Yongxing did not hide anything. Since he chose to include the other party in his team, he naturally had to offer a price that was attractive enough.
For a researcher, the price is not just money, but can also be some unprecedented materials.
"These substances were collected by a superpower from different depths underground."
Ji Yongxing said:
“From shallow to deep, it is easy to find that the surface of this planet is gradually softening, so our conjecture can be basically confirmed.
“There is no need to explore this issue further because it is no longer important.
"The most urgent task is to find out what these things are made of, and..."
He looked at the last test tube that didn't fit in:
"And what exactly is in there."
After saying that, the young researcher put down the test tube rack and extended his hand to Bazel in front of him:
“Join my team and let’s figure this out together.”
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Time goes back to one day ago, on the morning of January 3rd. While the army, security teams, and purge teams were busy catching people all over the world, a small group of people gathered from all directions in the largest conference room in the spire.
This was originally the meeting room of the parliament, but now it is completely empty.
Five councillors died, five councillors faced endless labour, and none of them had the power to enter here any more.
Arthur did not touch the original dark arrangements. In the past month, the solemn atmosphere of the conference room had been almost destroyed by him alone.
El, wearing a new suit of plain style, was at the end of the team.
As he walked into the meeting room, he saw two pots of flowers placed on the left and right sides of the door. He quietly reached out to touch them and found that they were fake. He felt a little embarrassed.
Quickly turning his gaze forward, El saw a long conference table in the room with some unfamiliar and familiar faces already seated.
At the two ends of the long table, on one side sat the familiar Dr. Lin, and on the other sat the big golden guy who was now known to everyone.
Lin Qingliu, who suffers from mild obsessive-compulsive disorder, was very considerate and divided the seats for everyone according to gender.
El saw that on Dr. Lin's left sat Wang Xiao, Ji Yongxing, Luke with his energy arm, and a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties or forties. On his right sat Zhuang Mian, the chief judge of the year-end trial, a young woman who looked a few years older than himself and a little nervous, and... a cat.
The world is still a little crazy.
Thinking so, El pulled out the chair next to Luke and sat down.
Some of the people present met each other for the first time, some looked familiar, and some had known each other for a long time but did not expect to meet again here.
At this moment, Luke looked at the "Mind Flayer" he had wanted, Zhuang Mian, who he had worked with, and Yan Ming, who he had met a few times, and felt particularly strange. At the same time, there was a woman who was gently pulling the cat's tail and looking at him with a somewhat vigilant look. The other party's figure seemed to vaguely match the sewer battle a few months ago...
In short, now all these people are sitting at the same table with him.
Before starting this meeting, Luke had already had a private conversation with Arthur and was given a heads-up. Otherwise, he would probably be even more surprised now.
Seeing El sitting down, Arthur, who could not hide his aura, finally spoke:
“It’s a rare opportunity for us to get together, so we can get to know each other briefly.
"Our internal management is very flat, and everyone is aligned to the granularity anytime and anywhere, so there is no need to worry about unlimited reporting."
This sounded like a joke from the old era, but unfortunately among all the people present, only Wanjuan, a guy who couldn't laugh, could understand it. It was a waste of a good joke.
"I originally reserved a chair for Wencheng, but unfortunately..."
Arthur shook his head and said:
"He couldn't get over it, but it's okay. At least he has peace of mind."
The blond man looked at everyone and said gently:
"Everyone has gathered here for various reasons. Some of you don't seem to know the name of our organization, so why not let Mr. Missionary briefly explain it first."
After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze to Lin Qingliu, who was sitting at the other end of the long table and now showed his true face.
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