"You must order this experiment to stop, doctor."

In Dr. Schmidt's office, a woman is speaking to Dr. Schmidt in an unusually stern tone, not so much a warning as a request.

If you let outsiders see it, I don't know how surprised you are.

Dr. Schmidt was unusually silent, his back to the woman, staring at the immovable steel giants beneath him.

"This experiment has crossed too many taboos, and since you invited me to come to Lulei just to listen to my advice, why are you deaf to it now?"

"In fact, I've been listening intently for half an hour, ma'am." The doctor turned his head, his gray beard, like a steel needle, shaking with the sound of his voice.

"The more I listened, the more I wondered, why are there so many unsolved mysteries in this world, why are there so many taboos, why do you, who have no scientific literacy, know so many things that I don't know?"

The doctor stared into Miss Helen's eyes, seeking answers.

Ms. Helen looked up at the sky without showing any weakness.

"Astrologers do not focus on the trivial matters under their feet, but see the direction of history by observing and recording the stars, so that they can predict the good fortune. Doctor, you don't have my heritage, and you won't be able to understand these things for a while. But in short, the scope of your people's current research has touched the taboos of this world. Think about it, Doctor, how splendid the ancient civilization was, but how it disappeared, and how the ancient wise men agreed to it since! How have people trampled on these sacred taboos all along, thus constantly bringing disasters to the world! ”

"For scientists, there is no taboo in this world, and it is our responsibility to explore taboos. In ancient times, such people were called shamans, and once discovered, they were to be tied to a copper pillar and burned to death. In modern times, they are called scientists, and their essence is not the same? The dreadnought, or the unbeliever, seemed to be called that in ancient times, and you should know this history better than anyone else. ”

The doctor loudly declared his claim, glaring angrily at the lady in front of him.

Miss Helen knew exactly what the professor meant, and her ancestor was the wizard of the Doctor's mouth.

Essentially, they are one type of people.

"No, Doctor, there is one thing that you must believe, and that is the ground beneath our feet. I can hear it, it's against it. ”

"For this ethereal reason, do we continue to remain ignorant and allow endless mutations and disasters to gradually swallow up this continent? Ms. Helen, I don't know the answer to how ancient civilizations were destroyed. But if these incomprehensible phenomena are allowed to go unchecked, how can we face the challenges of today and tomorrow, and how can the world survive? If today's people can't even reach the level of ancient civilization, how will we deal with such a great disaster as in ancient times, and can we still preserve the fire of human civilization? If human beings draw the ground as a prison and lose their enterprising spirit, then how will we exist? ”

The witch was speechless. Although she felt in her heart that there must be some incompatible relationship between what she advocated and Dr. Schmidt's words, she could not find this flaw for a while.

After a while, she finally found another reason for the past.

"Even so, the conditions in the laboratory are simply not suitable for the consequences of such dangerous experiments. Even if you move the Lulei University of Technology out of the city, wouldn't you be concerned about the safety of those experimenters and students? ”

The doctor was dumbfounded, and after a few minutes, he said in frustration, "You're right, maybe it's not time to start these kinds of experiments, and I'll tell Ashley to keep such tests sealed for the time being, at least not until safer conditions are available." In addition, I would also tell him not to publish any more papers related to this, and not to lead others to do similar experiments. ”

Shortly after this conversation, in which no third person was present, Professor Ashley was discharged from the hospital.

Professor Ashley was blessed with a great life, especially after being injured, he received careful treatment from the beginning to the end of the treatment by his powerful disciples, and among the seriously injured people on the third basement floor, he became the fastest group to recover.

Of these wounded, the most seriously injured was Phelps, and although Duchamp applied various treatments to him in time, he was so badly injured that he was resuscitated in the hospital for a long time before he was saved from becoming a vegetative state. Doctors estimate that it will take him at least two or three years to recover.

Of course, there were even less fortunate two researchers who were photographed to pieces on the spot.

In addition, the Guiding Force Laboratory has become a dilapidated building, which has to be demolished and rebuilt, and many projects have been delayed.

Professor Ashley was in the hospital, worried about all kinds of affairs, and as soon as he met the conditions for discharge, he immediately ran back, ordered that the two floors of the student laboratory building be vacated as an office place to continue the project of the Guiding Network, and asked Duchamp to bring all his belongings in the laboratory with all his assistants.

While Duchamp and Goode and others were in his new office, sorting through the piles of materials that he probably hadn't sorted out for a decade, Professor Ashley lay in his recovery chair and chattered incessantly.

He sighed for a long time at the two dead researchers, because they were his protégés in the past, like Phelps, Duchamp and others, they were promoted by him to assistant when they were students, and after graduation, they officially entered the Guiding Laboratory and became researchers.

Then he was glad that Duchamp did not like to study those dangerous areas, so he avoided similar incidents as much as possible.

Duchamp felt awkward when he heard these words, and he didn't know where to refute them.

In view of the psychology of the patient, when a body is weak, the soul is also in a weak state, at this time, what he needs most is the people around him to show meticulous care. Duchamp and his assistants could only accompany the professor to his madness, and from time to time he said something considerate and comforting.

By the way, among the first-year freshmen, Professor Ashley also found two new assistants, and modeled after Goode and Duchamp, choosing a configuration of aristocratic students and a commoner student, hoping to give the impression of fairness.

During Professor Ashley's weak period, Duchamp not only ran every day to cast healing spells that no longer worked on the professor, but also specially bought an old hen, ran to the white house to stew chicken soup, and personally sent it to the professor.

The professor drank a few sips of soup, and finally told him about his heart disease while there was no one else.

He sacrificed two protégés and a building in exchange for the results of the test, which Dr. Schmidt ordered not to be published.

"If this paper can be published, these dead researchers can be immortalized in the hall of conduction, this is why, why!" Professor Ashley slapped his desk, screamed hysterically, and then cried in a low voice, saying that he was sorry for the dead student.

Duchamp's heart was tired for a while, as long as people live well when they are alive, what do they want to do with those false names after death, can they eat? He gives advice from his own point of view:

"Those two senior brothers' families should not be rich, you should fight for more pensions for them."

"That's right, I'll go for it right away." Professor Ashley struggled to recover and flipped out the beheaded paper, and read it again, tears streaming down his face. "Even if you can't publish it now, you will definitely have a chance in the future."

He struggled, read the paper again after revising it several times, then added the names of several people to it, looked up and explained seriously: "Since there is a rule that you can only sign the names of a maximum of four people, your name cannot be put down." ”

"Of course, I wasn't involved in the trial." Duchamp hurriedly humbled himself.

Professor Ashley read the paper, sealed it with glue, and instructed: "I've been in a low mood lately, so you should take care of the teaching of your class first." ”

Duchamp looked at the professor curled up in a wheelchair, worried.

It seems that the professor is really physically and mentally frustrated this time, how can he regain his spirits?