Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Many years later, recalling that day, Professor Gilbert couldn't help but look forward to it.

Almost.

Almost there.

His mentor almost became Darwin in the new century, Mendel in archaeology, and he almost became an apprentice in archaeology in the new era, joining hands with his mentor to dominate the archaeology department at Oxford University.

Professor Gilbert has thought about it more than once. If it weren't for the leather shoes that flew to the podium, making the old Professor Vernal look too wobbly, would history look like another...

While fists are sometimes part of the academic discourse, it's just too unfair to let an old man and a young man beat each other.

Earth, North Sea Alliance, England, suburbs of Oxford.

Professor Gilbert, with his old glasses, was whispering in an old mansion that looked at about 80 or 90 years old.

“Logic, logic... these idiots hang logic on their mouths every day, and the only thing they don't think about is their logic is shit! Besides, is scientific research about evidence or about that shit in these guys' heads? ”

“Is science based on mainstream views? Does science exist in the concept of 'mainstream’? Jesus Christ, it's the 22nd century. I thought I was living in the Middle Ages! The more you live, the more you go back! ”

“Look at them rebutting my argument, I'll just find one. There it is, this guy called Peterson, right? Don't laugh when I read it...”

“We all have to admit that a species wants to grow into a planetary civilized superior, it should at least have an average intelligence level close to that of humans, but this intelligence is hardware demanding, I don't know what it is anywhere else, but it's called the myelin, and at present, the cockroach has a typical primitive nervous system, and Martians, even if they don't know the myelin, should carry their own proprietary artifact, but the reality is obviously illogical...”

As if it was some kind of joke, Professor Gilbert hummed his nose and laughed at himself first, even though it made others not laugh.

“Look at what he said, as if the universe were his home backyard, the rocks my mentor dug from the mouth of the Olympus volcano, specimens, better than the dog tailgrass he planted in his own backyard. ”

“Until now, we have a half-assed understanding of what happened more than three billion years ago, and he can already be sure that those Martians have exactly the same ‘primitive nervous system' as the cockroaches on Earth, simply by making a reasonable inference from a limited number of fossil samples? Can you even be sure that their nervous system doesn't have better or substitute brain nerve structures than the myelin sheath? Or is it that what this fool sees in his own backyard is everything in the universe? God... is there anything more purposeful and arrogant than that? Since when does the myelin sheath become the most perfect tissue in the universe? ”

“The most ridiculous thing is that it takes at least species close to human intelligence to become planetary superiors... when does man become a unit of measurement of the universe again... and we all have to admit what a cold joke of retardation this is, how the hell does this retard fit into our campus? ”

Took a deep breath and Professor Gilbert calmed down his breath, but soon the whole person became agitated again.

“Simply put, it's like they don't understand people, but if your thesis isn't what they think it is, they'll insult your thesis as a science fiction. What is most hateful is that when they are hit in the face, they are treated as nothing, let alone held accountable. ”

“But will I put them in my heart? These idiots are just a bunch of brainless slugs, not even the vintage repeater I'm still in the storeroom! They don't know science, they don't know science, they have shit in their heads, just living is an insult to evolutionary theory! ”

Standing next to Professor Gilbert, Dr. Leonard in his early thirties, stared at Ray's father.

“... Dad? ”

“What's the matter? ”

“I think you actually care...”

Professor Gilbert said face to face.

“No, that's your illusion. ”

The tone slowed slightly and Professor Gilbert, calm, looked at his son and continued.

“Professor Peterson's thesis has been put aside for the time being... By the way, you've been part of the historic Oxford University Department of Archaeology since this year, so go buy yourself a decent suit. Tomorrow is the first lesson in your life, don't embarrass the Vernal School. ”

When he heard this, Leonard couldn't help but smile brilliantly on his face, holding a confident curve around his mouth.

“Don't worry, Dad, I won't...”

“... and we talked about the rent," Coughed, Professor Gilbert interrupted his son's confident speech and looked aside, "You have a job now, just pay me 1,000 credit points a month. ”

Previously confident Leonard, the smile on his face suddenly solidified there and was eventually replaced by a helpless expression.

“… Sometimes I wonder if I'm your son or if you found it. ”

“Without doubt, you are my son, and self-reliance is our ancestral lesson, and I want you to bear that in mind. Go on, don't bother me here. I was already a family entrepreneur when I was 30 years old. You should learn to grow up. ”

Professor Gilbert waved impatiently, picking up old glasses from the table and putting them back on.

Leonard made a helpless expression, pulling his shoulder out of the room.

……

Professor Gilbert is definitely a different kind at Oxford.

The first was because his teacher was the famous old stubborn Professor Vernal, known as “Dr. Cockroach”, and the second was because he had offended a lot of people because he didn't know what to do.

It's hard to find someone who likes this old guy, whether he's a student or a colleague.

As his son, Leonard had to admit that his father sometimes went a little too far and even reminded himself of him as a negative textbook.

Even so, however, he could still understand why his father had become like this.

When a person is in an extreme environment and is viewed as heterogeneous by everyone in that environment, there is hardly a third option, either by taking paranoia to the end or by choosing to be assimilated by the environment.

Obviously, his father made a choice very similar to that made by the people of "that era", truly proud of his status as a “scholar”, viewed his doctrine as a glory to defend, and from time to time manipulated the translation cavity to hang Professor Lu's words on his mouth.

In this day and age, there are not many such lovely old men...

It's been a year since I joined the Department of Archaeology at Oxford University and became an honorable current professor. The suit I bought that day was worn out and Leonard was almost used to being a professor.

Having just gone to Pan-Asian Cooperation to complete an academic conference, he intends to go to Oxford University to report on the progress of the conference and his work over time before returning home.

However, just when he arrived at school, he was stunned by everything he saw.

Just outside the archaeological school building, a yellow cordon was raised. The two full-bodied policemen were standing next to each other, having a simple conversation with the biomimetic officers who were investigating the scene and reporting back to Headquarters.

Quickly walking up to one of the policemen, Professor Leonard frowned and asked.

“What happened? ”

The policeman looked impatient, cut twice on the translucent holographic panel, and replied formally.

“A professor died suddenly at the report and, according to our forensic assessment, the cause of death was prima facie a heart attack. ”

There was a bad feeling in his heart, and Leonard swallowed his mouth and asked in a trembling tone.

“The professor's name is…”

The cop glanced at him.

“Gilbert, do you know him? ”

The heart sank into the bottom of the valley instantly.

The moment I heard that name, Leonard felt his brain spinning around for a while.

At this point, a professor in a grey wide trench coat quickly walked out of the college building.

After seeing Professor Leonard standing outside the perimeter, he seemed to think of something and suddenly changed his mind and went straight this way.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Leonard… your father is a great scholar. ”

Like an old friend for many years, Professor Peterson couldn't help but give Professor Leonard a hug and pat him on the shoulder and say with a sad face.

“We are all sad that this happened… and we are sorry for your loss. ”

Leonard slowly returned to his senses and looked at Professor Peterson.

Soon, his pupils contracted instantly, recognizing the face.

Ravenger Peterson!

The Vernal school's most loyal... opponent!

In his impression, the guy sang the opposite with his father more than once at the press conference and had no scholarly style at all, always blocking the press conference in a haphazard way, the last time he was hospitalized.

When I was on the phone yesterday, his father told him that there was a very important report today...

Looking at the stack of conference notes stuck under Professor Peterson's elbow, he instantly seemed to understand something.

“You bastard...”

An anonymous fire suddenly hit his head, and Leonard rushed forward one step at a time, clawing his fist and trying to punch him.

However, the punch did not strike Professor Peterson, and the biomimetic officer standing next to him quickly grabbed his fist, and the other two officers then reacted, quickly controlling him.

“What do you want? Cut it out! ”

“Citizens, please stop the illegal behavior," the biomimetic warned in a gentle electronic tone. ”

Looking at what was happening in front of him, Professor Peterson opened his mouth, made a surprise look, opened his arms, and seemed to be a misty look at what was happening in front of him.

“... what's wrong with you? Mr. Leonard... your emotions seem a little out of control, but I don't know what I've done to you. ”

“It's you!” Bitten his teeth, Professor Leonard stared at him dead and squeezed out of his teeth. “You deliberately...”

“It was me? What are you trying to say about me? Or... what are you accusing me of? ”

When he heard the accusation, Leonard calmed down for a moment.

According to the law of civil procedure of the North Sea Coalition, if he is charged here, it means that he must be held accountable for his statements and that the other party can use them as evidence to counter-claim.

As for audio and video recordings, there was a full video of a cop biographer next to him, legal evidence that could be produced in court, and it could be said that if he acted excessively, the situation would be very unfavourable to him.

Looking at Professor Leonard, who calmed down, Professor Peterson's face revealed a winner's smile.

“Think about it, Mr. Leonard, I admit that I do object to your father from an academic point of view, but expressing an opinion is my academic freedom...”

Next to Professor Leonard, Peterson smiled and said softly.

“Even if I had given him another chance, I would have told him in front of him that his thesis was a piece of shit that had no research value. ”

The pupils of the biomimetic auxiliary policeman flashed slightly blue light, making a soft but unquestionable sound in the lips of the river.

“Stand back, citizen, your words are stirring the mood of those under control. If you continue to act provocatively, this will be evidence against you in court. ”

“Well, I was wrong, and I apologize, very, very sorry," opened his arms and quickly retracted, Professor Peterson laughing haha, looking angrily at his own Professor Leonard, bowing slightly without sincerity.

“Have a great day…”

“Well, I'll leave first. ”

……

The storm washed the streets.

From time to time during the night, thunderbolts thunderbolt through the roll.

Just after his father's funeral, Professor Leonard got out of the car and shut the door behind him heavily.

Turning his back to the noisy alarm bell, he did not parachute or run, leaving the rain on his face and walking back home through the front yard.

The house smelled of mold.

That's the unique smell of wood, leather furniture that was common in the last era, and no matter how many times you clean it, it's hard to get rid of it completely.

At this time, a generic type 1 housekeeper, about 1 m 7 tall and with no obvious facial profile, walked to the front door and stopped.

After identifying Leonard's five officers through an eye camera, it said in a gentle voice.

“Welcome home, Young Master Leonard, you look like you're in the rain. Do you need me to dry your clothes before dinner and put some bath water in the tub? ”

“Shut up. ”

“Okay.”

As the only intelligent device in this dilapidated home, after obtaining the master's order, the biomimetic remained silent with an abstract smile.

It has to be said that every penny of this low-end industrial chain produces biomimetics, not only is it clumsy to do things, but the biomimetics project is also a mess, a little dressing up can even have a horrible valley effect should be sold, sent to ghost houses frightening.

Without worrying about the abstract smile, Leonard walked to the fridge with a bottle of beer and went back to his room.

Compared to those post-modernist apartments and high-rise floors in the city, his suburban ancestral home was bought by his father when he was young, years into the past.

After a few rests, the old house is an old house after all, solid wood floors will still make annoying noise if they get older, no matter how they are modified.

His father has always been so stubborn in rejecting accepting new things.

Even though holographic technology is now widespread in all aspects of life, he is still stubbornly using tablets to work and write papers as if he could see what he could touch in order to bring him a sense of security.

Even the biomimetic robot took a lot of work to convince his father to allow him to add to the family.

Sometimes he thinks he's in his 30s and should move out of the house, and in fact he's been thinking about it until yesterday.

Now, however, it seems that there is no longer any need to consider this issue, his father is gone, and he is the only one left in the house.

Not only that...

Not only are those guys going to take his father's life, but they're also going to take away the Vernal school that he spent his whole life running and maintaining, taking away everything, including his office and classroom...

“I will make you pay...”

When I think of Professor Peterson's cheerful face, and the grin of the corner of Oxford University's archaeological director who had announced to him that the subject had been withdrawn, his heart was like a knife and a hanging, burst of stabs.

“… all of you. ”

Leonard's fist squeezed dead in front of the holographic projection screen.

Just as his emotions reached their peak, he hung in his account inbox on the LSPM website and suddenly a red bubble popped up.

Looks like he's tracking a new “dynamic” in the direction of research.

Now was not the time to care, but in response to his subconscious reactions, he simply opened the reminder.

And yet the moment he saw that dynamic, the whole person was just standing there.

The author of this dynamic claims to be a miner in the Hiddell mining industry and an amateur meteorite culture enthusiast.

In one of the company's newest minerals, the asteroid culture amateur uncovered and photographed many clues suspected of the ruins of Mars civilization.

Because the mine is only 20 kilometers from the city of Tiangong, situated in a canyon and very close to the ruins of Hell's Gate, this meteorite culture enthusiast makes bold assumptions that the clues found in this canyon are likely to bury the truth about the collapse of Hell's Gate a century ago...

Although most of the postings below this dynamic are not friendly to the author, or even ridiculous, Leonard is different.

Gate of Hell!

People may not catch a cold about the word, but he's different.

His father's mentor, when he was not even a cell, had travelled to Mars as a "mission” of human civilization, and was the relative of the great earthquake.

As the only surviving biological disciple of the Vernal school, he was more convinced than anyone that there must have been some great mystery buried in the ruins, and that the earthquake must have been more than just an earthquake.

At this point, Professor Peterson's tall toed face came to his mind, letting him unwittingly snap his teeth.

And it was at this moment that a crazy thought suddenly popped out of his mind.

Without hesitation, his hands were placed on the desktop, the holographic keyboard woven by holographic images and motion capture cameras.

[Hi, I saw what you just posted on the LSPM forum, can I talk to you for a minute?

Knocked on the send button.

Professor Leonard took a deep breath and pulled off a tie soaked in rain around his neck and threw it on the couch beside him.

Just as he was thinking about getting a towel to wipe that damp hair, a reminder popped up in the lower right corner of the screen.

“… is the author on Earth? ”

And most of them are online friends of the North Sea Coalition or the Ibero-France Federation…

With an amazing look on his face, Leonard obviously didn't expect the other party to reply so quickly, so he tapped the alert pop-up window on his right hand.

Soon, a line of text projected in front of him.

[Are you interested in the relic?

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