Strings, mysterious and mysterious.

Since the old hunter woke up, he had already felt the pain brought about by the knowledge of god-level civilization more than once.

Now he sometimes hears the roar of some industrial machine, sometimes he hears the sound of water dripping on the grassland, and sometimes he hears the sound of footsteps behind him.

But every time he looked around, he didn't see what he should have seen.

"How's it going, Roll?" Alan noticed that the old hunter had been restless all day.

The people in the R&D department built a string vibration observation instrument in the four-dimensional space, and this machine involved a total of 90,000 theoretical papers, all of which were core technical papers, and if you want to master the string technology of observing the universe, you must learn these 90,000 papers.

There were nineteen million minor technical papers, and the old hunter spent a month sorting them out, editing them with a brainwave machine and uploading them online for the orcs to consult.

Even the secondary papers are the dry goods of the extremely streamlined god-level civilization, and after reading them, the orc scientists published hundreds of millions of papers to carefully interpret the omitted knowledge points in them.

The more scientists learned, the more they felt that string theory was unfathomable, and they admired the strength of the deep well civilization.

However, the state of the old hunter, the publisher of the paper, is not so good, three months have passed since he woke up, and the sequelae of high-tech are getting more and more serious.

For example, when Alan asked him, the old hunter couldn't hear Allen's voice clearly, but looking at his mouth, he inexplicably heard a trace of indescribable voice.

It was like a string, and it was the string that vibrate, and the vibration of the string combined into Alan's words.

"Your Majesty, I feel good." The old hunter paused, and then said, "It's just that occasionally I can hallucinate some sounds, like the sound of strings. ”

"I guess you personally listened to the vibration of the strings, and after returning to reality, you couldn't touch the strings, and you developed mental illness."

The old hunter's face was full of confusion, "But how can I hear the strings, I am just an ordinary orc, mortal with the naked eye, and the strings can only be observed with special instruments in the four-dimensional space." ”

"It's different, when you receive god-level knowledge, maybe the gods let you listen to the sound of the strings yourself." Alan quietly used the concept of gods, in fact, there is nothing wrong with changing it to the word system.

"I have a psychotherapy that allows me to talk to your subconscious, to make your subconscious mind forget about the string probe for a while, or to lessen the perception of the outside world."

"Your Majesty, will this method weaken my combat effectiveness?" The old hunter hesitated.

"Of course, it will weaken your combat effectiveness, and you won't become so sensitive to information from the outside world, or even a little sluggish, but our human brain has processed events very quickly, and no matter how dull it is, it won't produce a very obvious lag." Alan affirmed.

The old hunter thought about it and moved a little cautiously.

Future wars will be high-tech fights, and it is impossible for soldiers to be on the front line, and it seems that it is okay to be insensitive to external information.

At this moment, he heard a loud explosion.

Bang!

I can't tell what it is, it's really loud.

He shook the cat's ears on his head and heard more clearly, it was a very small substance after hitting something, the local material could not withstand that force, which caused the "chain" of the local material to break, producing a huge explosion.

However, the range of sound propagation is too small, and it seems that there is a lack of a large number of sound mediums to prevent sound from being able to propagate on a large scale.

Was it an explosion that occurred in a vacuum?

After a while, the sound was gone.

"How's it going?" Alan asked again.

"I ...... I think I'll hold on a little longer, Your Majesty. The old hunter smiled ugly, a little reluctantly.

He wanted to receive psychological treatment from Allen so that his subconscious mind would not be so sharp, but he was very reluctant.

The old hunter felt as if something had changed in his body, allowing him to hear the "sound" of the strings.

"Did you just hear the strings again?" Alan Fox wondered.

The old hunter's face stiffened slightly.

The ability to observe facial micro-expressions tells Alan that it is true.

"Tell me, what's the sound?"

"It's the sound of matter exploding in a vacuum, I don't know where it happened, Your Majesty, can I access the national surveillance network?" The old hunter shook his head.

The old hunter has retired from the Ministry of Intelligence, which has been disbanded for more than two hundred years, and now the agency that manages intelligence is artificial intelligence.

Artificial intelligence is ruthless, cold and rational, and has the functions of emotional analysis and logical analysis, which is no worse than orcs, and even better.

"Yes, then you can temporarily restore the identity of the head of the intelligence department, now you are alone in the ministry, you can organize some old members of the ministry to return to help you, or you can go it alone to verify whether the news you heard is true." Alan didn't think much about it before agreeing.

In 458, the population of Tomorrowland has swelled to 200 billion people, and there is no shortage of people at all.

The old hunter was ecstatic, and after Alan left, he drew out the wisdom brain, and the wisdom brain had made a special program for him for the intelligence department, which had a series of permissions for the kingdom, and every use of the authority would be secretly monitored by artificial intelligence, and once there was an abuse of power, it would be reported to Alan, and if Alan was busy, the artificial intelligence would cut it first and then ban the permissions.

"Zhi Brain, help me check all our warships, if any of them have been hit by an unknown blow and caused an explosion."

Due to real-time communication, each spaceship will be monitored by the brain in real time, and less than a second after the old hunter asked, the brain has given the answer - no!

The old hunter was not discouraged, it was not the explosion of the spaceship of the Tomorrow Country, it must be another civilization fighting an interstellar war.

Only interstellar wars have such aggrieved explosions, and the vacuum without a sound medium cannot transmit sounds, and the explosions are all compressed within a certain range.

"Four-dimensional string detector, I'm going to put it together and let me hear the sound of the universe!" The old hunter jerked his head up, the whites of his eyes bloodshot.

At this time, someone's voice sounded in his ears again, no, not like a talking sound, but some kind of wave, a bit like a feeling of brainwave communication, but it quickly disappeared, intriguing.