Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Space station.

A small carrier approached slowly and docked next to the port.

As the gangway was lowered, several soldiers in officers' uniforms walked down the gangway, escorted by guards.

Looking at several officers coming to his side, Li Gaoling handed over the work at hand to his subordinates and walked forward to perform a military ceremony.

Returning to Li Gaoliang for a military ceremony, Yang Wu, Pan-Asian First Fleet General Counsellor, looked around and said.

“What's going on here? ”

“I searched inside and outside, but I still didn't find any trace of the activity of the thief." Speaking of which, Li Gaoling's face had a strange look, "but strangely enough, I can be sure that someone had stayed here, and we found a lot of personal items left over from the dormitory section of the station. ”

Yang Wu frowned.

“Personal items? ”

Li Gao highlighted the bottom and said: "Yes… although it is not certain if it is an air thief, there are people who have lived here. ”

As soon as Yang Wuxin moved, he said.

“Show me. ”

Li Gaoling looked seriously down.

“Yes.”

……

The dormitory area is located next to the station's power room and consists of eight single rooms and sixty-four beds, directly connected by a narrow corridor and observation room.

This design belongs to the Vintage Space Station.

Most of the space stations now no longer require a large number of staff to be stationed, so each staff member will be given a separate room - at least in Yang Wu's impression.

He also remembered that it was in the 1950s, before he was involved in the reinforcement of future plans for the future, when space stations, although somewhat different in form, were mostly designed along this pattern.

As for when he changed the design after that, he couldn't remember very well, after all, a lot had actually happened in the years he had been dormant.

Looking at the soldiers who took the photo evidence nearby, Yang Wu said, "Is there anything from here that can prove the identity of these people… or where they went? ”

Li Gaoling shook his head, saying.

“Not yet discovered...”

“Report!” A soldier armed with exoskeleton to his teeth walked up and excitedly lit up the hard shell notebook in his hand, "Sir, I found this in dorm 07! ”

Li Gao Liang's expression was somewhat embarrassed when he was hit in the face.

He couldn't hold his face. He glanced at the soldier.

“You didn't get it out sooner! ”

The soldier's face was filled with question marks and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Yang Wu shook his head with a smile and did not make any evaluation, reaching out his right hand.

“Let me see. ”

He took the notebook from the soldier and flipped it in his hand twice at will.

It's a diary, to be exact, and it's written with that particular ink. This way of writing on paper makes Yang Wu feel a little curious. After all, in this era, not many people can write a complete diary by hand.

Diary dates are inconsistent and sometimes not updated for a week or even a month. From the date on the last page, the last day of this diary was 20 years ago, about 2095.

Of course, what really surprised Yang Wu was not the time of the diary, but the identity of the owner of the diary and his unfortunate experience.

The owner of the diary is Dong Bin. He is not an empty thief. His real identity is actually a miner.

Back 50 years ago, in an incident of piracy at an asteroid belt mining station, he was unfortunately captured as a permanent employee of the mining station.

He didn't have much of a grudge in his mind. After all, the vast majority of pirates are financially motivated. As long as they don't do something to provoke them, they honestly pay the ransom and rarely rip off votes.

As an ordinary man, he naturally could not have been aware of anything to coexist with the property of the company, so he followed the air thief aboard the ship with great obedience.

What he did not expect, however, was that after the air thieves had taken him to the base, they had not immediately allowed him to record a ransom request, but had instead placed him directly in the dormant compartment.

When he woke up again, it was more than 30 years later, when the diary began.

[The people on the station are friendly, and most of them are also victims… We have engineers, doctors, a soldier and a math professor, each of whom seems to have a different profession. I learned in the chatter that some of them had received a strange job, and others had forgotten their memories of coming to the station altogether… and people like me from 30 years ago were the only ones.

[Nobody knows why we're here… Though I feel that some of us may be hiding something critical, it doesn't help at all to think about it now.

[Frankly, we are trapped, and although there are enough supplies of life and vital energy on the station, we are unable to communicate with the outside world. Sixty-four people on the station are like a small, independent society, abandoned by human society and even beginning to question the existence of the Earth… Yet when we started trying to accept the status quo, someone secretly told me that one of us was mixed up with a biomimetic.

[Who would it be? I'm surprised, because there's only one thing I can be sure of, and that's that this biomimetic is definitely not me. Anyway, I woke up from the dormant compartment, and I had a whole family… whether they still remember me or not.

“... does this sound like a ghost story?” Standing next to Yang Wu, Li Gaoliang touched his chin and said, "Being a human impersonator... so what is the point of this station? ”

“Perhaps to carry out an evil experiment, such things are rare, but not unusual,” he retraced the diary to the last few pages, and Yang Wu's eyebrows appeared thick, "Anyway, this Dong Bin could be a breakthrough... if we could find out about his identity, the next thing should be much better. ”

Turning the diary to the last page, Yang Wu suddenly slightly stunned.

Previously unaware.

On a small corner of that footer, write a few grass formulas with a signature pen.

If not looked at carefully, it would even look like graffiti written indiscriminately.

I don't know why, when I saw these lines of formula, Yang Wu suddenly had a feeling that he was getting closer to the truth.

Li Gao Liang touched his chin with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

“These formulas are…”

“I don't know,” Yang Wu shook his head and said, "It's kind of like a physical formula… it could also be mathematics. ”

Li Gao Liang frowned: “But why are you here? A regular miner's diary. ”

“Perhaps the owner of the diary is a mathematics enthusiast, or... where did he see it,” Yang Wu returned the notebook to the soldier's hand, then looked at Li Gaoliang and said, “I will ask an expert about the meaning of these lines of formula. ”

Li Gao Liang suddenly moved and said, "Just in time I know an expert, do I need to recommend you? ”

“Who?”

“Master Lu!” Li Gao Liang smiled and said, “I understand his personality, he is particularly enthusiastic and helpful! ”

Would you like to help?

At this point, his mind suddenly appeared on the N-117.

“I know who you're talking to and I'll pay him a visit in person. ”

At this point, Yang Wu's helmet suddenly had a light blue text on its screen.

As soon as he saw the line, he stunned slightly.

Noting the change in expression on Yang Wu's face, Li Gaoliang immediately asked.

“What happened? ”

“Message came from the command tower.” Yang Wu had a strange look in his eyes, "Gu Shen Xing found clear traces of electromagnetic wave transmission. ”

“And from the frequency and morphology of waveforms...”

“It's not supposed to come naturally. ”