Chapter 1423 Mysterious Letter

Looking back on that day many years later, Professor Gilbert still couldn't help feeling fascinated.

Just a little bit.

It's just that close.

His mentor almost became the Darwin of the new century, the Mendel of archeology, and he almost became the apprentice of the master of archeology in the new era, and together with his mentor, he dominated the entire Department of Archeology at Oxford University.

Professor Gilbert has thought this way more than once, if it weren't for the leather shoe that flew onto the podium, making the elderly Professor Vernal look too embarrassed, would history be different...

Although fists are sometimes part of academic discussions, it's just too unfair for an old man to fight a young man hand to hand.

Earth, the North Sea Union, England, the suburbs of the small town of Oxford.

In an old mansion with a history of about 80 or 90 years, Professor Gilbert, wearing reading glasses, was babbling.

"Logic, logic... These idiots talk about logic every day, but they don't consider their own logic to be a piece of shit! What's more, does scientific research talk about evidence or the shit in these guys' heads?"

"Does science rely on the mainstream viewpoint? Does science have the concept of 'mainstream'? Jesus, this is the 22nd century, and I thought I was living in the Middle Ages! I am living back and forth!"

"Look at their arguments against me, I'll just pick one out. Here it is, this fellow Peterson, don't you laugh when I read it..."

"We all have to admit that if a species wants to grow into a planetary civilization overlord, it should at least have an average intelligence level close to that of human beings, but such intelligence has hardware requirements. I don't know what it is in other places, but in The name of the earth is myelin sheath. At present, cockroaches have a typical primitive nervous system. Even if Martians don’t know myelin sheath, they should bring their own proprietary artifacts to it, but the reality is obviously illogical..."

As if reading some joke, Professor Gilbert snorted. Although he wanted to stop others from laughing, he laughed himself first.

"Look at what he said. It seems that the universe is his backyard. The rocks and specimens my mentor dug from the Olympus crater are not as good as the dogtail grass he planted in his backyard."

"Until now, we still don't know much about the situation of more than three billion years ago. Just by making reasonable inferences through limited fossil samples, he can be sure that those Martians have exactly the same cockroaches as on the earth' Primitive nervous system'? It is even certain that there must be no brain structure in their nervous system that is better than myelin, or can replace it? Or is what this idiot saw in his backyard the whole universe? God ...Is there any more idealistic and arrogant argument than this? When did myelin sheath become the most perfect organization in the universe?"

"The most ridiculous thing is that species with at least an intelligence level close to that of humans can become the overlord of the planet... When did humans become the unit of measurement of the universe again... And we all have to admit, what kind of mentally retarded joke is this? How did you sneak into our campus?"

Taking a deep breath, Professor Gilbert calmed down, but soon became irritable again.

"To put it simply, they don't seem to understand human language, but if your thesis is different from what they think, they will insult your thesis as science fiction. The most hateful thing is when they are slapped in the face Afterwards, it will be treated as if nothing happened, let alone responsible for it.”

"But do I take them to heart? These idiots are just a bunch of brainless slugs, not even as good as the old repeater I still have in the storage room! They don't understand science, they don't understand sci-fi. Pretending to be shit, just living is an insult to the theory of evolution!"

Standing next to Professor Gilbert, Dr. Leonard, who was in his early thirties, stared dumbfounded at the furious father.

"……dad?"

"What's wrong?"

"I feel that you actually care a lot..."

Professor Gilbert said with a straight face.

"No, that's your illusion."

The tone eased a little, and Professor Gilbert, who had calmed down, looked at his son and continued.

"Professor Peterson's dissertation aside for the time being... By the way, you are a member of the historic Oxford University Archeology Department from this year, go buy yourself a decent suit. Tomorrow is the first time in your life." Lesson, don't embarrass the Vernal school."

Hearing these words, Leonard couldn't help but smile brightly on his face, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a confident arc.

"Don't worry, Dad, I'm sure I won't—"

"...Also, let's talk about the rent." With a cough, Professor Gilbert interrupted his son's confident speech, and looked away, "You also have a job now, and pay me 1,000 credits every month That's it."

Leonard, who was full of confidence before, suddenly froze the smile on his face, and was finally replaced by a helpless expression.

"...Sometimes I can't help wondering whether I am your son or you picked me up."

"Don't doubt, you are my son, and self-reliance is our family's ancestral motto, I hope you will keep this firmly in mind. Go, don't bother me here, in our era, people who were thirty years old were already married and established a business Now, you should also learn to grow up."

Professor Gilbert waved his hand impatiently, picked up the reading glasses from the table and put them back on.

Leonard made a helpless expression, and walked out of the room with drooping shoulders.

...

Professor Gilbert is definitely an anomaly at Oxford.

One is because his teacher is the famous old and stubborn Professor Vernal, known as "Dr. Cockroach", and the other is because he offended many people with his unsophisticated way of doing things.

Whether it's a student or a colleague, it's hard to find someone who likes the old guy.

As his son, Leonard had to admit that his father sometimes went too far, and even used him as a negative example to remind himself.

However, even so, he can still understand why his father became like this.

When a person is in an extreme environment and is regarded as an outlier by everyone in this environment, either he will carry out his paranoia to the end, or he will choose to be assimilated by the environment. There is almost no third option.

Apparently, his father made a choice very much like people in "the time" would have made, genuinely proud of being a "scholar", defending his teachings as an honor, and fucking from time to time Translator's voice, hanging on what Professor Lu said.

In this day and age, there are not many such lovely old men...

It has been a year since he joined the Department of Archeology at Oxford University and became an honorable in-service professor. The suit he bought that day was worn out, and Leonard has almost gotten used to life as a professor.

He just went to Pan-Asia Cooperation to attend an academic conference. Before going home, he planned to go to Oxford University to report the progress of the conference and his work during this period.

However, when he just arrived at the school, he was stunned because of everything in front of him.

I saw a yellow cordon pulled up outside the teaching building of the Department of Archeology. Two chubby police officers were standing beside them, having a brief exchange with the bionic officers who had investigated the scene, and reporting the situation to the headquarters.

Walking forward quickly, when he came to one of the policemen, Professor Leonard frowned and asked.

"what happened?"

The policeman looked impatient, swiped twice on the translucent holographic panel, and replied formulaically.

"A professor died suddenly at the report meeting. According to our forensic identification, the cause of death was preliminarily judged to be a heart attack."

A bad premonition welled up in his heart, Leonard swallowed nervously, and asked in a trembling voice.

"The professor's name is..."

The policeman glanced at him.

"Gilbert, do you know him?"

The heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

The moment he heard the name, Leonard felt his head spinning.

At this time, a professor wearing a large gray windbreaker walked out quickly from the college building.

After seeing Professor Leonard standing outside the cordon, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly changed his mind and walked straight to this side.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Leonard...your father was a great scholar."

Like an old friend for many years, Professor Peterson involuntarily gave Professor Leonard a hug, patted him on the shoulder after parting, and said with a sad face.

"We are all very sad that something like this has happened... Please send me your condolences."

Leonard slowly came back to his senses, and looked at Professor Peterson blankly.

Soon, his pupils shrank instantly, and he recognized the face.

Ravenger Peterson!

The most loyal...opponent of the Vernal School!

In his impression, this guy contradicted his father more than once at the report meeting, and he didn't have the demeanor of a scholar at all. He always used a nonsense way to obstruct the progress of the report meeting. His father was so angry that he was hospitalized.

Thinking of yesterday's phone call, his father told him that there was a very important report meeting today...

Looking at the stack of meeting notes tucked under Professor Peterson's elbow, he seemed to understand something for a moment.

"You bastard..."

A nameless fire suddenly rushed to his forehead, Leonard rushed forward with a sudden step, and wanted to punch him with his fists.

However, the punch did not hit Professor Peterson. The android police officer standing next to him quickly grabbed his fist, and the other two police officers also reacted and quickly controlled him.

"What do you want to do? Stop!"

The android reminded with a gentle electronic voice: "Citizens, please stop illegal behavior."

Looking at the situation in front of him, Professor Peterson opened his mouth, made a surprised expression, and opened his arms, as if he was confused by the situation in front of him.

"...What's wrong with you? Mr. Leonard...You seem to be a little out of control, but I don't know where I offended you."

"It's you!" Gritting his teeth, Professor Leonard stared at him, and squeezed out a sentence, "You did it on purpose..."

"Is it me? On purpose? What do you want to say about me? Or... what do you want to accuse me?"

Hearing the word accusation, Leonard calmed down for a moment.

According to the civil procedure law of the Beihai Alliance, if he files charges against him here, it means that he must be responsible for his remarks, and the other party can also use this as evidence to counterclaim.

As for the recording and video, the bionic man next to the police recorded the whole process, which is legal evidence that can be presented in court. It can be said that if he acts aggressively, the situation will be very unfavorable to him.

Looking at Professor Leonard who had calmed down, Professor Peterson had a victorious smile on his face.

"Think about it, Mr. Leonard, I admit that I do oppose your father in terms of academic views, but expressing views is my academic freedom..."

Leaning close to Professor Leonard, Peterson smiled darkly and said softly.

"Even if I were given another chance, I would tell him in front of his face that his thesis is a piece of shit and has no research value."

The pupils of the bionic auxiliary policeman flickered blue light, and a soft but unquestionable voice came out from the opening and closing lips.

"Stand back, citizen, your words are stirring the emotions of those being controlled. If you continue to act provocatively, it will be against you in court."

"Okay, I admit my mistake, I apologize, I'm very, very sorry," Professor Peterson quickly backed away with open arms, and looked at Professor Leonard who was glaring at him, and bowed slightly without sincerity bowed.

"Have a nice day..."

"Then, I will take my leave first."

...

Torrential rain washed the streets.

In the darkness of night, thunder roared through from time to time.

Just after attending his father's funeral, Professor Leonard got out of the car and slammed the car door behind him.

With his back facing the random alarm bells, he didn't open an umbrella and didn't run with a gloomy face. He just let the rain splash on his face and walked back home through the front yard.

There was a musty smell in the room.

That is the unique smell of wood and leather furniture that was common in the last era, and it is difficult to completely eliminate it no matter how many times you clean it.

At this time, a general-purpose Type 1 housekeeping bionic person with a height of about 1.7 meters and indistinct facial features walked to the entrance and stopped.

After recognizing Leonard's facial features through the eye camera, it said in a gentle voice.

"Welcome home, Master Leonard, you look like you've been drenched in the rain, do you want me to dry your clothes and put the bath water in the bathtub before dinner?"

"Shut up."

"OK."

As the only smart device in this dilapidated home, after receiving the master's order, the bionic man still kept an abstract smile and stayed quietly aside.

I have to say that you get what you pay for, and this kind of bionic human produced in the low-end industrial chain is not only clumsy in doing things, but also a mess in bionic engineering. If you dress up a little bit, you can even take the uncanny valley effect as a selling point and send it to The haunted house is scary.

Regardless of that abstract smile, Leonard walked to the refrigerator with a gloomy face to get a bottle of beer, and then returned to his room.

Compared with the post-modernist apartments and high-rise flats in the city, his ancestral home in the suburbs was bought by his father when he was young, and it has been in use for many years.

Although it has undergone several renovations, an old house is an old house after all. As long as the solid wood floor is old, no matter how it is remodeled, it will still make an annoying rattling sound when stepped on.

His father has always been stubbornly resistant to accepting new things.

Even though holographic technology has been popularized in all aspects of life now, he still stubbornly uses the tablet to work and write papers, as if only seeing and touching things can bring him a sense of security.

Even the bionic robot took a lot of effort before he managed to persuade his father to allow him to add it to the family.

Sometimes he thinks about it, he is also in his 30s, and he should move out of this house. In fact, he was thinking about this issue until yesterday.

But now, it seems that this issue is no longer necessary. His father has gone, and he is the only one left in this house.

Not only that...

Those guys not only intend to take away his father's life, but also plan to take away the Vernal School that he spent his whole life running and maintaining, and take away everything including his office and classroom...

"I'll make you pay the price..."

Thinking of Professor Peterson's haughty face, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth when the head of the Department of Archeology at Oxford University announced to him that the project had been withdrawn, his heart was stabbed like a knife.

"……all of you."

Sitting in front of the holographic projection screen, Leonard's fists were tightly clenched.

Just when his emotions had reached their peak, a red bubble suddenly popped up in the inbox of his account on the LSPM website.

It seems that the research direction he is following seems to have a new "dynamic".

Although now is not the time to care about these things, but out of a subconscious reaction, he still clicked on the reminder.

However, the moment he saw the news, he froze there.

The author who posted this post claims to be a miner in Hidel Mining and also an amateur meteorite culture enthusiast.

In one of the company's latest mines, the amateur meteorite culture found many clues that were suspected to be the remains of Martian civilization, and took pictures of these clues.

Since this vein is only 20 kilometers away from Tiangong City, it is located in a canyon and is very close to the remains of the gate of hell, so this lover of meteorite culture made a bold speculation that the clues found in this canyon, It is likely that the truth of the collapse of the gates of hell a century ago is buried...

Although most of the replies below this post are not friendly to the poster, and most of them are even ridiculed, but Leonard is different.

Door of hell!

Most people may not catch a cold with this word, but he is different.

His father's mentor, when he didn't even have a single cell, went to Mars as a "mission" of human civilization, and he was the witness of the earthquake.

As the only surviving direct disciple of the Vernal School, he is more convinced than anyone else that there must be some great secret buried in the ruins, and that the earthquake must be more than just an earthquake.

At this moment, Professor Peterson's haughty face appeared in his mind, making him grit his teeth unconsciously.

It was also at this moment that a crazy idea suddenly emerged from his mind.

Without further hesitation, he placed his hands on the table—the holographic keyboard woven with holograms and motion capture cameras.

[Hello, I saw the post you just posted on the LSPM forum, is it convenient for you to chat? 】

Hit the send button.

Professor Leonard took a deep breath, pulled off the rain-soaked tie around his neck, and threw it on the sofa beside him.

Just when he was thinking about whether to find a towel to wipe his wet hair, a reminder to reply suddenly popped up in the lower right corner of the screen.

"...Is the person who posted it on Earth?"

And most of them are netizens from the North Sea Alliance or the Iberia-French Federation...

There was a surprised expression on his face, Leonard obviously didn't expect the other party to reply so quickly, and clicked the reminder pop-up window with his right hand.

Soon, a line of text was projected in front of him.

[Are you interested in that ruin? 】

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【Dr. Z】