After I Transmigrated as a Mermaid, I Transmigrated Back

Gu Siyuan is in his 70s this year.

As an ordinary person, he is already considered old, but as an extraordinary person, he is still very young.

According to research, extraordinary people below Tier 1 will not fail until they are over 120 years old, and there will be various signs of aging that ordinary people appear in their 60s and 70s.

Above the first level, you will live longer, but without specific research, no one knows how long the lifespan of the extraordinary after the first level can be.

When he was recruited into the Nightcrawler, the Nightcrawler was still in a state where he wanted nothing.

It was not until the remains of ancient civilizations were successively discovered in China that the night-crawler's research on extraordinary powers gradually moved on track.

But time has dissipated too many things, coupled with a completely different development system from another civilization, making it difficult for them to find useful things from the traces left by the past.

These slates placed outside were not the first batch they found.

But like many previous batches, although similar stone slabs were unearthed in every ruin, no country or extraordinary force has studied the role of stone slabs.

This makes Zhao Xiaokui feel super strange.

Slate books may be useless for ordinary people, but for transcendents, they shouldn’t be incomprehensible.

With the research capabilities of today's world, even if the content inside is completely broken, leaving only a few words, it is enough for them to interpret many things.

"Professor Gu is extraordinary, right?" Zhao Xiaokui asked.

Gu Siyuan nodded.

Zhao Xiaokui took out a slate with a broken content and handed it to him, "Professor Gu, you put your forehead on the slate and imagine you are going through a layer of plastic film and get into a space."

Gu Siyuan glanced at Su Mingyue, took it dubiously, followed Zhao Xiaokui's advice, and stuck the stone slab on his forehead.

This action seemed really silly, but none of the researchers who had been surrounding him laughed at him, but stared shiningly at Professor Gu and the slate in his hand.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The air seemed to freeze.

Gu Siyuan staggered and stepped back, Su Mingyue hurriedly supported him.

And Zhao Xiaokui hurriedly caught the slate he hadn't grasped firmly, and asked expectantly: "How is it?"

"There is something, there is something, there is something in it!" Gu Siyuan said in surprise, "There is a whirlpool inside."

What?

Zhao Xiaokui: "...The whirlpool?"

She thought she was hearing a voice.

Gu Siyuan looked very excited, not at all the steady appearance he had when he met Zhao Xiaokui just now, "Major discovery, major discovery, why no one thought of it before! This matter must be reported, hahaha—"

Without forgetting who discovered it first, he patted Zhao Xiaokui on the shoulder and said, "Little comrade, I must give you a credit."

Zhao Xiaokui's face was tangled, "Professor Gu, have you misread it, how could it be a whirlpool? What I saw is clearly the words."

Gu Siyuan was stunned, "Is it the word?"

Zhao Xiaokui nodded, and she picked out this slate, isn't it because there are more characters left in this slate?

Gu Siyuan promptly said: "All the transcendents come out and try to stick their foreheads on the slate according to Xiao Zhao's statement."

Naturally, they cannot accurately pick out good slate books like Zhao Xiaokui, so some people get nothing and feel nothing, but some people, like Professor Gu, see a whirlpool, and the color of the whirlpool is not big. The same, but it all boils down to one sentence: "Colorful and dizzy."

Zhao Xiaokui was dumbfounded.

How can I not see it?

Zhao Xiaokui, who had just left the meeting room, was invited back again.

This time, she was invited over with her, and there was a slate that was thrown on the ground as a useless thing.

"How did Xiaokui think of using this method to see it?"

An old man asked with concern.

His surname is Jiang and he is the head of the research area.

The professors in several other research laboratories saw Zhao Xiaokui's eyes similar to him. They were kind and kind, and somewhat novel, as if they were looking at a talking panda.

Zhao Xiaokui looked at a loss, "Don't you guys watch the Internet? Isn't it all written in that way?"

Several old professors with an average age of 70 glanced at each other, but they did not expect this answer.

Seeing that they didn’t believe it, Zhao Xiaokui tried to explain, “Isn’t the jade slips in cultivation just used to see things like divine consciousness? I see the stone slabs are there, and each of them is engraved with something, like a book. I wanted to use this method to take a look, and then I found something was written inside, but I really didn't see the whirlpool you were talking about."

Gu Siyuan said gently: "Can you write down what you see?"

Zhao Xiaokui nodded, indicating that there is no problem.

So some people brought A4 paper and pens, some piled the slates one by one in her hand, and others asked with concern whether they needed to prepare other things.

Zhao Xiaokui: "Is it okay to have 20 drumsticks?"

She is a little hungry.

It's almost lunch, she is a little hungry.

Seeing that the research is going to make progress, how could time be wasted because of this kind of thing, Professor Jiang waved his hand and immediately asked the kitchen to send a pot of chicken drumsticks.

A whole box of Coke was also sent.

Zhao Xiaokui: "..."

It seems to know her very well.

Putting two chicken legs in his mouth, Zhao Xiaokui put the slate in front of his eyes, and then knocked his head down, putting his head on the slate as if he were sleeping in high school.

She can check directly with mental power, but it's not necessary, right?

One has to save some hole cards for himself.

A few minutes later, Zhao Xiaokui opened his eyes, and under countless expectant eyes, he began to write and draw on the paper.

This slate did not know where they dug it out, nor did they recognize the words Zhao Xiaokui on it, so he could only draw a scoop according to a gourd, and record the twists and turns like a picture.

After writing a paragraph, she said: "I try to draw exactly the same, but their font is like this."

After writing a sheet, a professor took the paper and said humanely: "Look, does the content on it look like Arabic?"

"Like, but not. There are some alphabets in Arabic, but we haven't seen more of them."

After writing two pieces of paper, Zhao Xiaokui suddenly asked, "Is there any paint? I need to paint."

Soon someone sent a palette and paintbrushes.

More and more information was reproduced by Zhao Xiaokui from the slate books, and the big guys in many research laboratories held the materials she wrote, even if they couldn't understand a word, they still read mesmerized.

In particular, what Zhao Xiaokui copied was not only text, but also images. Those smart, lifelike, magnificent and bizarre scenes made them all intoxicated.

"Is this flying? Can human beings really fly?"

"Does this person have wings behind? Is it an angel?"

"What is this, why does it look so strange, I feel a little sick, vomit—"

An Extraordinary researcher looked at him, and suddenly stood up, holding the table uncontrollably and retching.

"what happened?"

The change made everyone on the court very nervous.

"That painting, that painting... I saw it very disgusting, as if I saw the hell on earth..." the researcher said intermittently, and soon medical staff rushed over and asked him to lie down on the spot and do an inspection directly. .

The picture was still on the table, and seeing his appearance, no one dared to touch it again.

Zhao Xiaokui, who drew it by hand, was also a little strange, why a painting can make people vomiting, she reached out and was about to take it over, but was stopped by Su Mingyue.

"do not."

Zhao Xiaokui looked helpless, "I drew this with my own hands. When I drew it, it was all right, and when I saw it, it was impossible to have anything. Don't worry."

Su Mingyue thought that it was the same reason, and asked her to take the image.

Zhao Xiaokui held the paper and looked at it carefully for a while, but he didn't think anything was wrong.

This is an ordinary painting with red and black as the main body.

Just as she was thinking about it, her spirit was suddenly shaken. When she opened her eyes, she found that she was no longer in the meeting room, but in a place where magma was flowing freely.

In this weird space, the sky is red, the clouds are black, the earth is covered with magma, boundless depression swept over, as if to suck the last trace of air in her body.

Zhao Xiaokui slapped the paper on the table, gasping for breath, tears in both eyes uncontrollably.

Everyone looked at her.

Zhao Xiaokui turned the paper over with a swipe, held the back of the paper with his hand, and warned everyone, "Don't look at it, this painting can cause illusions. If you look at it for too long, you may never get out."

A painting can trigger a lethal illusion.

The faces of Gu Siyuan, who had never encountered such a situation before, became serious.

Gu Siyuan cared, "Xiao Zhao, are you okay? Do you want to take a break and continue another day."

This is their treasure and cannot be harmed.

"I'll take a break..." Zhao Xiaokui opened a bottle of Coke and poured it desperately into his throat.

Just staying in the illusion for a while, no more than a minute, she actually felt like she was roasted from the inside out, and she was desperately short of water.

What kind of killer was left behind by the powerful characters?

Soon someone came in and gathered the painting and the slate book into a box.

Looking at the other slate books, the expressions of everyone at this time have lost the initial excitement, and replaced by vigilance as if they are facing an enemy.

Just a copy of a painting has such power, what kind of murderous intent is still hidden in it?

Su Mingyue's hand on Zhao Xiaokui's shoulder tightened.

She is reluctant to see Zhao Xiaokui to take risks.

Several professors looked at the copied materials, and Gu Siyuan first said: "The materials we copied now should be simple enough to decipher the language. I think we should solve these things first, maybe after deciphering. We can distinguish the types of slate books so that Xiao Zhao can copy them in a targeted manner."

"That's right," another professor said. "Comrade Xiao Zhao will go back and take a good rest. The medical office will give her a careful examination of her body, but don't have any problems. The remaining slabs will wait for us to decipher."

Zhao Xiaokui was put on a stretcher.

She is completely capable of walking on her own: "..."

Zhao Xiaokui's test results are not serious.

In addition to the headaches caused by mental weakness, she was so healthy that she even ate nearly a quarter of her body weight under the watch of the night watchman in the medical department.

It’s not uncommon to see extraordinary people who can eat. Nightcrawler’s research has long proven that food can be transformed into a part of extraordinary energy through the human body, but watching a thin girl like Zhao Xiaokui easily eat so much food, the scene is still Quite shocking.

A large amount of food was transformed in an instant to provide energy and relieve her painful nerves.

Zhao Xiaokui lay on the hospital bed in the observation room, pulled the quilt, closed his eyes, and looked like he was about to sleep.

"Is she okay?" Su Mingyue, standing outside the door, asked her colleagues in a low voice.

"It's okay, it's just overconsumption, so I should just sleep."

The two left silently, closing the door by the way, and were not going to disturb Zhao Xiaokui's dreams.

But in fact, although Zhao Xiaokui, who was lying on the bed at this time, closed his eyes, he was thinking about slate books.

She really didn't know that kind of writing.

But not knowing it does not mean that it cannot be interpreted.

At any rate, she is a master who has taught herself abyss language, god language and mermaid language. How could she be stumped by this little thing?