Chapter 18: Memory Metal
The strange black shadows, the inexplicable footsteps, and the black mist that absorbed the light made the three of them feel cold, and they couldn't help but slowly retreat back the way they came. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Syllable! I felt as if my back had hit a hard steel plate, and there was no way back behind me, and there were two muffled sounds, and the two of them had the same experience.
"Oh, pee, pee on the pants, it's evil! Fucking blocked the way! The fat man scolded.
I turned around and reached out to touch the wall, it was cold but lubricated, the wall didn't seem to be made of steel, but more like jade, and when I tapped it a few times, it made a metallic sound.
"First brother! What do you think is this blocking the way? Why do I feel a bit like jade? This is considered to be developed! The fat man's voice sounded like he was excited.
Long Yan snorted coldly and said, "Let's think about how to go out and be happy first, besides, such a large piece of jade wall, can you move it?" ā
Suddenly, a flash flashed in my mind and I asked the fat man, "Fat man!" Do you remember those steel spikes on the steps of the Roscop Nur Illusion Altar? ā
The fat man asked suspiciously, "Brother Yi, what are you talking about?" Why are there thorns on the jar? ā
It occurred to me that he didn't remember the death trip, or rather he didn't.
"You're saying the walls are made of the same material as those things?" On the other side, there was a slightly happy voice from the dragon's eye.
"You can't be wrong!" Because after the visual is restricted, the ability of the Soul Eye will naturally be transferred to other senses, such as hearing and touch, so I think that the special ability of the Soul Eye should come from an energy that can be transformed, and as for the form in which this energy exists and transmits, I know that even if I give me ten more heads, I can't think of it.
As soon as my words fell, there was a sudden flower in front of me, and then a gentle light lit up everything in front of me, which felt a bit like a fluorescent lamp, and the first thing that came into view was a wall with a faint white light, the light was very faint, but the whole wall was enough to illuminate the things in front of me.
"Huh!" The fat man was startled by the sudden light, and sat down on the ground.
Looking at the longan again, her left hand like an onion is pressing on the wall in front of her, and the soft light sets off her soft whiteness, saying that this woman is indeed a little cold, but just looking at her appearance and figure, it can definitely be called the best in the world, especially the beautiful jade hands.
"What are you looking at?" I don't know when Longan was already looking at me, and asked indifferently.
I waved my hand awkwardly and changed the subject: "What kind of material is this?" ā
Longyan withdrew her left hand, and the wall she was holding on to her palm no longer emitted ripples of light outward, and said lightly: "This is a special memory metal, with an elemental content of up to ninety-nine percent, but the amount of this element on the earth is very small. ā
After a pause, Longyan added: "At least it doesn't exist within three thousand meters below the surface." ā
I nodded, shocked in my heart, because it was impossible to make such a large amount of high-purity metal with human technology, and even if it could be made, it would never be preserved without special treatment.
It is said that if some metal element reaches an absolutely high purity and then applies a slight external force to make it spin, then it will be free from the constraints of gravity, such as magnesium.
I couldn't help but reach out and gently press against the wall, close my eyes, and concentrate on thinking about the night when I couldn't see my fingers.
"Huh? What's wrong? This thing has been around for too long, is the light bulb suffocating? The fat man's shouts came from beside him.
Then a sunny picture flashed in my mind, and the fat man's voice came again: "Oops! Is this a fucking voltage instability? ā
This is the way the dragon eye turns on the wall light source, it turns out that this metal can absorb external light energy, store it, and release light energy through the control of human will, which at first glance is a bit similar to the transformation between a black hole and a white hole.
"Let's go!" After the dragon eye finished speaking, he continued to walk towards the corridor, the passage was not long, and after turning a corner, he came to the end.
But the other three were disappointed that the end of the passage turned out to be a dead end, the wall was smooth and smooth, glowing faintly, but the wall blocking the way in front of them had a slight color difference with the walls on both sides of the passage, which was difficult for ordinary people to distinguish.
"Such a big iron lump, there is only this little space in it?" The fat man was a little unhappy, or rather unwilling, because he came for the treasure.
Before I could react, Longyan had already pressed his left hand on the wall in front of him, and a faint light flashed, and a door slowly appeared on the wall, to be exact, a rectangle composed of four rays of light, and two points of light appeared in the middle of the rectangle, and from the points of light shot out of the soft pillars of light the thickness of two fingers.
As expected, the wall in front of me is a higher-grade memory metal that can change into different forms according to the will of the person, but why doesn't the dragon's eye simply turn it into an opening?
The fat man's eyes widened in shock, and he stretched out his big hand to press it against the wall beside him, muttering, "I know!" This thing is operated by the touch screen, and where you press it is a button! ā
But when he pressed it and the wall didn't respond, I said, "You have a brighter scene in mind." ā
The fat man closed his eyes, not knowing what was going on in his mind, but after a long time, and seeing no reaction from the wall, he withdrew his hand and looked at me blankly.
At this time, the voice of the dragon's eye came from beside him: "Do you think anyone can control it with their will?" ā
I saw her eyes move away from the beam of light, and pulled out two contact lenses from her eyes, she carefully put away the glasses, and gave the fat man a blank look.
Then the rectangle in front of me really began to slowly move to the sides, as if it had melted to the sides, showing a doorway more than one person high, and the inside of the doorway was still pitch black.
"Are you prepared? What kind of human eyeball is that? I asked.
Longyan nodded and didn't say much, but from the contact lens she took out, it can be imagined that the door in front of her must have been specially encrypted, similar to today's retinal scanning technology, so what kind of retinal model did she use?
Only one thing is certain, that is, this person is inextricably linked to the research and development of the goddess of war, and he is also a high-level person who can enter and exit freely, and a person who helped the Nazis research on saucer-shaped flying machines has died in the concentration camp, so is this person dead or alive? Were they prepared? He even saved a dead man's eyeball to the present day.
The more I think about it, the more I feel that this matter is not simple, judging from past experience, it seems that these have been arranged a long time ago, and we, including Yao Xiwen and those dead scientific expedition personnel, are just some chess pieces on his chessboard.
Since there is a chess game, there must be someone playing against each other, so who are the two sides behind it? Could it be that they still have the ability to spy on things decades from now?