Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

“Split up. ”

Looking at the two forks in front of us, the ark thought for a moment and said, "We're going to continue along this passage on the right, you… or take another person and explore along this path on the left. If it's a dead end, get back from the front, continue along our path, and we'll meet up in front. ”

“I'm afraid it's hard to do," Van Samsung said, “The underground tunnel is a two-hour cycle and has been in a state of dynamic change. Even if we go back the same way, we don't necessarily go exactly the same way we came. ”

When the phrase was put out, the members of the expedition made amazing noises. Apart from Wang Peng and Ark Zhou's still calm expressions, others had almost unexpected and unexpected looks on their faces.

Aubrey couldn't bear to say.

“… how is this possible, the road you walk can still change, can this still haunt you? ”

Professor Vernal's face was also a little ugly and full of suspicion.

“Even intense tectonic exercises… two hours is too short. ”

“If you can't go back the way you were, then meet up in the front,” the ark looks forward, "and since all the roads end in the same place, so do we meet up at that opaque wall. ”

Taking a deep breath, Schultz stepped out and looked at the ark and said.

“I'm going with Professor Vernal, and you and I are both collaborators of ABC's speculation to prove the thesis, and if anything happens… someone has to be there. ”

Hearing what Schultz said, the Ark agreed to the location.

“So that's it. Professor Schultz and Professor Ferner are divided into group A, the rest are grouped into group B, and we meet in the front. ”

After splitting a portion of the supplies between the two, the pedestrians began to split up and continue along two distinct corridors.

While there was another option, which was for everyone to go back and forth together and walk one way to the dark, the ark was not just looking for the sacred relic, on the basis of which he hoped to gather more secrets about the Mars civilization, about the sacred relic.

With Professor Vernal's professionalism, it should not be difficult to accomplish this task.

Beyond that, and as Schultz said, at least one of the two men has to reach the deepest part of the ruins.

If another team encounters an accident, at least they have a second chance…

Continue along the narrow tunnel with Schultz looking around with a flashlight. If he had previously had a slight expectation of discovering the trail of Mars civilization, that expectation would now be virtually nil.

They've been walking for almost an hour, and yet they've found nothing.

He felt himself and Professor Vernal wandering aimlessly around the ruins like two headless flies.

He finally couldn't bear to ask.

“Are you sure there were traces of civilized activity here? ”

Unlike Schultz, Professor Vernal spoke with certainty and even excitement.

“I'm pretty sure! These surrounding formations do not appear to be naturally formed, but rather a particular iron or steel mixed with rare metals, a red iron ore vein containing rare metals formed by prolonged oxidation and mechanical fracturing. You know, the average red iron ore is brittle. ”

“Crispy?”

“Yes, just throwing it on the ground or knocking it is easy to create debris...” Professor Vernal said, picking up the multifunctional shovel in his hand, crushing it on the reddish-brown rock beside him, making a crisp sound.

Two steps back by this backlash, Professor Vernal smiled at Schultz.

“You see... my shovel even had to leave a scratch on it, not to mention a knock on the next one, my hand almost dislocated. ”

Schultz frowned and didn't quite understand what Professor Vernal was trying to say.

However, the latter did not confuse him for too long, and after putting away the multifunctional shovel in his hand, he continued to speak in a divine tone.

“This used to be a tunnel made of alloy steel! ”

“It's at least three billion years old! ”

“For some reason, the Martians infiltrated the ocean floor and built this tunnel to the depths of the earth, which is where we are now. Whether they're using technology or their motives are so fascinating… perhaps because of the sacred relic? I'm getting curious about what's at the end of this tunnel! ”

Schultz opened his mouth and, after a while, gave an ambiguous assessment.

“It sounds like some kind of science fiction story. ”

Professor Vernal laughed and said, "People who study fossils and stones are good at making up stories, especially tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of years ago. For three billion years, God… I have never seen such an ancient formation, even in the Roraima Mountains, only 300 million years old, to explore such an ancient formation on Earth, afraid of having to drain the waters of the Mariana Trench. If I could go back, if I could write these findings into papers, I would break the world record! ”

Schultz's expression didn't look very good, adding a corrective tone behind him.

“We can definitely go back. ”

Looking at the stiff look on Schultz's face, Vernal patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

“Rest assured, young mathematician, we can definitely go back… I'm just making an academic assumption. Don't worry, those of us who study archaeology have a faint view of decades of life. ”

“I don't mind, but I wonder, how long do we have to go?” Schultz looked around, “or, with your expertise, what's the difference between the distance we walked an hour ago and here? ”

“The difference is that our location is getting deeper and deeper, and the nearby rock tells me that three billion years ago, or even earlier, there was sea water pouring. Hundreds of millions of tons of sea water were poured into it, and the terrible pressure tore apart all the artificially designed structures in the tunnel, and it took hundreds of millions of years for the area to dry up completely, and the fruit to show up on the ground, leaving the wind and sand to peel… and so on. ”

When he heard it, Schultz subconsciously stopped.

Just as he was about to ask what had happened, he saw Professor Vernal take the first two steps, squatting at the roots of the walls of the rock, grabbing a pinch of sand with his hands.

“What else did you find? ”

At first glance, he felt a mist, and Schultz walked forward and stood behind him, looking at the sand in his hand, but did not see anything unusual.

“The sand here is new…” Professor Vernal glanced around, "at least much newer than what we just saw. ”

Schultz frowned.

“Is there a problem? ”

“Big problem… how did all this sand get moved here?” Mumbling himself, Professor Vernal's pupils were filled with incredible things, "like sand falling first in the hourglass and finally appearing on top of the sand pile... can you see what I mean? ”

“The first drop of sand appeared on it…” Schultz's eyebrows wrinkled deeply, “how is this possible? ”

“Yet these are what I have. ”

Standing up, Vernal carefully packed the sand into the sample bag he was carrying, pulling out a note with a suspicious expression on his face and sticking it on the side of the sample belt.

Then, against the depth values on the wrist-mounted computer, he wrote down the approximate depth position on the notepad with a marker grass, and continued.

“… there are two possibilities, either we're lost, we just passed here, or some tunnel on the surface is moved in front of us. ”

Schultz: “It all sounds like a dream. ”

“I think so too, but...”

Professor Vernal's words were not finished, and a strong sense of tremor suddenly came from all directions. Unforthcoming, the two men almost did not stand steady and were lifted to the ground by this sudden earthquake.

The gravel continued to fall from the top of the cave, pounding noises on the helmets of the two.

Steady from the ground, Schultz looked hard back and his pupils suddenly contracted to a point. Seeing the passage they had walked through before, they were closing in a strange position in the middle.

Different from the general cave collapse.

The rocky wall that closes at an even speed is like being pulled by some unknown force. It doesn't give a hint of the stiffness that rocks deserve.

It's like a peristaltic esophagus...

It's like being alive!

“... earthquake!” Holding his voice and yelling on the communication channel, Schultz grabbed Vernal on the ground, "Get up! Let's get out of here. ”

Professor Vernal's face was full of horror, and the original swim blade was completely absent.

“Shit! This is over a thousand meters underground, where can we escape?! ”

“Wherever you go, it's better than just standing here waiting to die! Now we have to move on! Come on, let's go! ”

Finally, fear of death triumphs over despair of nature.

Perhaps awakened by the roar of Schultz, Professor Vernal made his milk-eating efforts to climb up from the ground, slamming the multifunctional shovel in his hand to the rock wall behind him, rapidly closing his head and running forward without going back.

In the face of danger, the two men erupted with extraordinary courage and strength, escaping the haze that swept behind them and the rocks that collided.

The two rolled into an empty cave, almost against a closed rock wall.

Rising from the ground, Vernal gasped, shaking the rubble on his body, scolding and whispering.

“Damn... I thought I was dead this time. German-- are you okay? ”

Likewise climbing from the ground, Schultz raised his hand with difficulty, although he was as wretched as he was, but fortunately he was not in the way.

“I'm here, Shet... What did you just call me? ”

“Dear Germanic Mathematician! Sorry, I didn't mean to... just a little excited to survive. ”

Grabbed Schultz's right hand and Fernal pulled him off the ground.

The two men leaned against the wall, and their faces filled with joy for the rest of their lives after the robbery, as well as an indeterminate expression of horror.

“It's not a good time to stay here... nobody knows if what just happened is going to happen, damn it, it's really two hours,” and finally, taking a deep breath, Professor Vernal checked the oxygen reserves, and then looked at Schultz, “Let's go on, intuition tells me it shouldn't be far —— wait, what is that? ”

Halfway through, Professor Vernal suddenly stopped.

His gaze stared dead at the empty space ahead, completely forgetting what he had previously wanted to say.

Noticed his expression, Schultz looked strangely in front of both of them, following his gaze. However, almost instantly, the expression on his face solidified with it.

That's a shovel.

If he remembers correctly, it's the one Professor Vernal threw backwards and forwards.

On his knees, Professor Vernal stretched out his trembling hand and picked up the familiar multifunctional shovel from the ground, his face filled with incredible shock.

“This, this is… I just left it. ”

Schultz also swallowed a mouthful of spit, trembling.

“… the results are before us. ”

The two men silently exchanged sights.

Through the gray masks, they saw the uncertain expression from each other's faces.

“… moving forward? ”

“We can only move forward. ”

There is no way back.

Two hours have passed since they penetrated hell, and the distribution of underground tunnels has completely changed. Whether it's the exit or the end of the labyrinth, you can only keep moving forward if you want to live!

The two continued to move forward.

About a dozen minutes later.

Just as they passed through a narrow door-shaped structure, the scenery in front of them was brilliant.

Faced with everything in front of them, the two men stood idly by.

An incredible shock shook in his eyes, and it took a while for Professor Vernal to squeeze a word out of his lip seam.

“Jesus…”

This is…

This is incredible!