After school on Monday, Lintor and Figley made an appointment to go to the university to consult Professor Lin. At that time, Professor Lin was working on a substance called liquid metal, which from the surface looked like a layer of silver-black water, and took on the form of a fluid due to vibration.

"Is this, mercury?"

"Of course it's not the toxic metal in the thermometer, you don't understand it now, in fact it's an amorphous metal."

The two of them were still confused, so Professor Lin placed a spiral-shaped stand in the vessel, and then placed a magnet on top of it, and it immediately turned into a particle and crawled towards the top of the stand.

When the magnet is removed, it reverts to its normal fluid form.

"Does it move?" Figley shook his head.

"Yes, it's metal, it's not actually metal, you think of it as an autonomous liquid metal machine." "As long as a small amount of substance is swallowed, it can change into the form of a machine and move at high speed for a long time, realizing autonomous movement without external electricity." ”

"Like the Terminator?" Linto asked.

He nodded and said, "It's close, but it's still in its infancy, and we need to use and control it." ”

The two of them had almost forgotten the purpose of their visit, and Figley reminded Lintor slightly.

"Ah, by the way, Dad, you're having a problem with the camera."

"What's the problem?"

"When I took it out to take pictures yesterday, the picture suddenly couldn't be seen, it must be out of order, right?"

"Generally speaking, it doesn't fail." "If the ambient temperature is very high or very low, it may affect the imaging process. It's like looking directly at the sun with human eyes, and the sunlight will burn the undereyes directly. ”

Of course, Linto understood this, but at that time he was not in an extreme environment at all, could the failure be some other accidental reason? Do not rule out your own mistakes.

"Does it also cause this effect in places where the magnetic field is abnormal?"

Professor Lin stared into Figley's eyes and said after a few seconds: "Indeed, long-term measurements show that the Earth's magnetic field is slowly weakening, and the direction of the magnetic field is also changing. But it doesn't change suddenly, and even if it does, it won't have much impact on electronics. ”

"Anomalous magnetic fields can really affect the climate and disable instruments."

Professor Lin crossed his arms and asked, "Where did you know that?" ”

"Isn't that what you read in extracurricular books about the Bermuda Triangle?"

"The Bermuda Triangle is not a mysterious and dangerous area, and if there is a magnetic anomaly, it will not be strong enough for people to take it seriously."

Linto looked at the two of them more seriously, his expression was a little speechless.

They walked on the campus at sunset, and many college students were working hard in the garden, and the orange light reflected on each tranquil face, as if they were more mature. It's rare for juniors like Figley and Linto to wander around college campuses, and the combination of one tall and one short attracts a lot of attention.

Figley was still nostalgic for what had just happened, and he lowered his head in contemplation, and Linto had to slow down in order to take care of him.

"If Dad's words can't be trusted, let's go check the book, right?"

"I think so too, there are some things that can't be explained, I'd rather believe what I want to believe."

After saying this, he did go to the library on Tuesday to check the books, and Lintor only found out later. He hadn't seen him for a few days, and he hadn't reached out to him, so he understood that Figley couldn't help himself once he was focused on something.

It wasn't until Saturday morning that Linto received a message from Figley that he might have found out something and gave some explanation of the incident, now in a closed diner on the outskirts.

Linto temporarily went out to the restaurant and saw Figley in a half-sleeved shirt standing in the long food room, with a white clipboard standing behind him, and his face was as strict as ever.

Before he could speak, Linto immediately asked, "You define this as paranormal?" Aren't you a science admirer? ”

Figley's explanation seems perfunctory, but he disagrees, there are too many mysteries of the world that have not been solved so far.

"Not everything can be explained by science, just like the existence of the soul, and experiments have shown that people weigh hundreds of grams less after death than they did before death."

"I think the soul has no weight because it's not material."

"Yes, the existence of the soul like consciousness cannot be realistically measured. Out-of-body experience is something that only some people who are dying have experienced, and we normal people can't imagine it. Figley wrote three words on the clipboard in the back, "In fact, there have been many unexplained supernatural phenomena all over the country now, but they have been specially processed by software on the Internet, and few people have ever seen real supernatural events." ”

"Even if you see it, you won't say it, and even if you say it, no one will believe it."

"Yes, like the last time we experienced it, even if we experienced it ourselves, we can't leave evidence in time."

Lintor's gaze went straight across Figley's body, resting on the three words on the clipboard, and he opened his mouth and said, "What does the Soul Society do?" ”

"As a non-profit organization that pursues the truth, of course we have to use technology to expose the truth behind the incident."

"It's called the Soul Society, where is it?"

"We are." Figley lifted his trademark glasses.

"Huh?"

"Aren't you the son of a scientist? Don't you want to reveal the truth? ”

"I, I'm ......" Linto really didn't want to admit such a self, he was just curious to play with the gadgets he had invented by his father.

"If you're embarrassed, then I won't force you."

"What's the matter? What you can do, why can't I? There was only a two-year gap between us. "Lintor felt that he was looking down on himself, and that feeling was terrible.

"Well, from today onwards, I will be the president of the Soul Exploration Society, and you will be the vice president." Figley turned his head to look at the clipboard and waved his hand to write down two more words, "What we're going to do is simply crack the fake paranormal photos and videos posted on the Internet, which are all gimmicks to attract audiences." ”

"There are a lot of such materials in a supernatural forum in China, and the members of the forum are divided into two types of people, one is the publisher of supernatural photos, and the other is the cracker who explores the truth and falsehood."

"Whenever a new supernatural photo or video is released, the moderators announce the bounty and time limit. If the cracker collects all the false evidence of the photos and videos within the specified time limit, then he and the publisher will discuss it openly in the forum, and the other members will be notaries, and finally the bounty will be distributed to the person who justifies it. ”

"You mean, we're going to be the cracker?"

"That's right, we're going to join this forum as a soul club to find the real supernatural point."