The aurora flashed suddenly.

Wow.

The sound of glass splashing tore through the silent night. An Zhe turned his head and looked towards the laboratory.

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

The mist attached to the window glass, and it was blurry inside. Only a shadowy figure could be seen.

"Sir!" When Rum's voice was so excited, a hand slammed on the window. There were several clangs, and the shutter was opened. His voice became clear, but with a tremor: "Screen, screen..."

Polly looked into the room, and the screen was still jumping with chaotic patterns like before.

But Rum said, "Just now..."

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

After confirming that he was still awake, Polly walked towards the laboratory. Anzhe quietly swallowed a mouthful of blood and followed. His body was in a strange state, extremely weak and in pain, but because he had crossed that boundary, he seemed to be empty.

In the laboratory, Rum broke a glass bottle containing antibiotic particles. The glass fragments splashed on the ground and were everywhere, but no one was in the mood to clean it up now.

Polly came to the screen, the lines were undulating like a twisting worm, he said: "What's wrong?"

Rum's lips moved, and he said: "Clear... just clear."

Anzhe couldn't describe Polly's expression at that moment, as if all kinds of overly intense emotions were mixed together, but became blank. Polly's hands trembled slightly, and his hands were placed on the instrument's joystick: "Are you sure?"

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

Polly Jones looked at the screen, and Anzhe stood behind him. At the peak of technology, this facility was used by humans to study artificial magnetic poles. Even though it had lost too many devices due to disrepair, it was still a fully operational physics laboratory. In the breathless silence, Polly pulled the joystick to adjust the oscillating line back.

He said, "It was probably in a certain time period."

Rum said, "Just now."

He was silent for a while, carefully choosing his words, and said, "Just a blink of an eye."

Polly took a deep breath, adjusted the instrument's recorded time back to three minutes ago, and began to replay it frame by frame on the small screen.

——The black lines that jump and wriggle, they are different in depth, some are shaped curves, some are scattered black dots like stars. They are entangled with each other like fate. Every frame, their shapes change, but this change is irregular. After staying in the laboratory for nearly half a month, Anzhe already knows that what the Simpson cage captures is the frequency of the interaction between elementary particles - Polly always describes it as "frequency".

However, the complexity and confusion of this frequency is beyond the scope of human current science. Polly tried to find a way to accept and process it so that it could be clear to them, just like a person listening to a song and trying to write a score for it, or constantly adjusting the frequency of the radio in the hope 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 was like a mortal trying to listen to God's will, and like an ant trying to interpret human language.

Anzhe looked at the still-moving screen, and occasionally turned his worried eyes to Polly. He found that Rum was the same. In this long-lasting experiment, there have been too many failures. If he can't reproduce the moment when Rum said "clear", he would rather Polly never get the news.

One frame, another frame. The flames in the fireplace were burning fiercely, and from time to time there was a "peeling" sound of firewood cracking. This sound was particularly thrilling in the silent laboratory.

A ghost-like image suddenly jumped out on the screen.

Even Anzhe couldn't help holding his breath.

On the gray-black background, all the lines suddenly disappeared - what appeared were countless dense, translucent, gradually dim white dots hidden in the background. It was difficult for human language to describe what kind of shape it was. They seemed to have no rules, gathering together in some places and spreading out in other places. There were no white dots scattered in the center of the figure, but a circle like a crater gathered around it. The gray-black irregular circle looked like an ominous and sinister eye. It was like - just like humans took a photo of an extremely magnificent nebula in the civilized era, and then it turned into lifeless black and white.

"Yes, this one," Rum said, "Is the machine broken?"

"No..." Polly shook his head slowly, perhaps because he was too nervous, his pupils dilated slightly, "This is the unprocessed original picture, and the previous lines were abstracted from the original picture."

Anzhe slowly pondered the meaning of this sentence, and Rum had beaten Polly for so many times after all, he thought for a while, and then said: "Then... or is the machine broken?"

"It's OK." Polly shook his head, marking a dazzling red star at the time node where this image appeared. He spoke much faster than usual, unable to hide his excitement, and said, "When the particle frequency changes suddenly, the analyzer cannot get a result in a short time, and the original image will be shown briefly. This proves that we are right - call Tang Lan over."

When Tang Lan pushed open the door of the laboratory, his eyes were slightly dark blue, and he was obviously a little depressed.

"Sir." He said, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Polly said, "Are you asleep? I'm sorry to wake you up."

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

Polly: "Didn't you sleep well?"

"I just wanted to come to see you." Tang Lan said: "The wave was released suddenly - for a second, I felt a very sharp noise, and then I woke up."

Polly: "What about now?"

"It's fine now."

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

"Our method is correct. When the wave was released, this abnormality was presented in real time. That kind of wave can be captured by the Simpson cage in a similar way to recording magnetic fields." Polly looked solemn.

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

"No." Polly said: "I remembered a question."

No one in the laboratory spoke, only Polly's voice rang, his eyes moved away from the small screen capturing the frozen picture, and turned to the screen with complex lines surging: "We want to capture the frequency of fluctuations and analyze the causes of distortion, but what if what is being shown now is the process of the artificial magnetic field of the sphere fighting against the unknown fluctuations from the universe?"

"I understand what you mean." Tang Lan raised his head suddenly: "The magnetic field can resist fluctuations, but the Simpson cage receives our two frequencies at the same time. They are interfering with each other."

"Yes." Polly said, "I have been wondering, if the magnetic field can completely resist the fluctuations, why does genetic infection still occur on the planet? If the two have been in a stalemate, it makes sense. The fluctuations have been affecting the planet, but the magnetic field is also resisting, so that the matter has not been completely distorted, or the frequency has been entangled."

"In that case..." Tang Lan frowned: "Sir, if you want to analyze the fluctuations with the Simpson cage, you have to wait until the fluctuations defeat the magnetic field, or the artificial magnetic poles no longer work."

"That's right." Polly said slowly.

"But once the fluctuations prevail, the matter will be distorted, and the Simpson cage equipment will also be affected."

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

Everyone looked at Polly, and no one spoke. In the silent laboratory, only Polly continued: "The Advanced Research Institute has its own multiple movable independent magnetic poles, which can generate a small magnetic field with a limited range. This is the result of current research. That's why we were able to survive the disaster of the artificial magnetic pole failure a month ago."

"If the artificial magnetic field of the cage sphere disappears... we adjust the position of the independent magnetic poles to protect the core equipment of the Simpson Cage, while exposing the receiving area to the greatest extent possible-" Polly's gray-blue eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the blazing sea of ​​fire downstairs.

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

"Yes, yes..." Polly took a deep breath, and the light of hope just ignited in his eyes, but it suddenly extinguished at this moment: "But-"

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

Finally, Tang Lan said, "Only when the artificial magnetic field fails... can we see the fluctuations?"

He looked at the night sky outside, his voice was husky.

Polly sat down slowly in front of the computer, facing the communication channel with the base, and did not move for a long time.

"Only when facing death can we see the truth," he murmured, "Is this what God wants to show us?"

An Zhe stood in the corner, he watched everything happen quietly.

Polly speculated and reasoned that if there was only that strange fluctuation left in the world, the instrument might be able to show the full picture.

In fact, this is feasible. Polly is now facing the communication channel. He may be considering his words. As long as either the North Base or the Lower City Base agrees to turn off the artificial magnetic pole, the truth will be revealed to them.

But then what? What will happen to the two bases after losing the magnetic field? The disaster a month ago directly reduced the surviving population of the North Base by thousands.

He can hardly imagine what kind of struggle Polly is facing now-this kind-hearted scientist originally left the base because he couldn't bear to see a few people sacrifice for the majority.

But this world seems to be like this, causing the survivors to die, the kind-hearted to kill, and the truth-seekers to despair.

Facing the screen, Polly slowly closed his eyes.

Tang Lan said, "Let me do it."