Chapter 172: Name as a Last Word
The wreckage of the spacecraft is not disc-shaped, nor is it the corner of a disc. If it were complete, it would look like a giant silver egg, about six meters high and three meters in diameter.

However, this is only the wreckage of the spacecraft. Its outer shell is severely damaged, with less than 1/5 left. As for the internal structure, it is even more fragmented, like irregularly shaped black coal blocks.

Xu Ying was a little disappointed: "Is this an alien aircraft? It doesn't look very special. Is it as dangerous as a TV? Can I use asymptotes to affect it?"

"After so many years, I haven't heard that the wreckage of the spacecraft will have any impact on humans. As long as you don't destroy it, it will be fine."

"Dean Mu, come with me to record this spaceship."

"it is good."

Run the annotation.

Annotation exists.

Some complex, cumbersome, strange, and deep "emotions" came to me. Maybe that kind of thing cannot be called "emotion", it is just very similar to emotion, like a common characteristic flowing in humans, animals, and even some plants.

This thing, which is very similar to emotion, can still be observed by the running force and the existence force after the spacecraft becomes wreckage, life disappears, and time flows, and becomes the main attribute of the spacecraft. This makes Mu Zhengguang and Xu Ying alert.

Xu Ying gently closed her eyes and placed her hands on the glass barrier: "What's written in that notebook..."

Mu Zhengguang expressed his guess: "It might be a last will."

"What is the specific content of the will?"

"It's a name." At this time, Mu Zhengguang also closed his eyes. He was trying to feel those emotions. Anger, sadness, fear, surprise, hatred, despair... All kinds of emotions were entangled, like a twisted grass. Compared with this grass, the owner of the emotion seemed to be only as big as an ant. A small grass was like a towering tree.

"It's his own name. The spirals and line segments may record time and space, but they are more of a record of himself. He wrote down his name in this space and time."

Mu Zhengguang asked: "Can his name be described in our language?"

"I don't know. We are not good at interpreting this information. If we ask someone else to come here and take a look, we may be able to get a more accurate answer."

Speaking of this, Xu Ying thought of Zhao Yuxi.

She has experienced the effect of musical notes.

Although the "vision" of cells cannot see the past events that happened a long time ago, does Zhao Yuxi have other asymptotes that can be used to observe emotions and read past events? Even if she does not have these abilities, she can find someone who has these abilities.

"Deans, are you looking for someone who can see the past?"

Xu Ying said, "I guess so. Is there anyone who can see the past events from more than 20 years ago?"

"Yes, but they have a lot of work to do and have not come to see the spaceship yet. Do you want me to ask them to come and see the spaceship in advance?"

"No, they are so busy, let's not add more work to them. When there is a chance, I will find someone to take a look myself."

Afterwards, Mu Zhengguang and Xu Ying marked the wooden boards.

The "emotion" on the wooden board is very faint. If we can find the "pen" used by the owner of the emotion to carve the pattern, or if we find the body of the owner of the emotion, perhaps we can learn his "name".

Before today, before the marking, Mu Zhengguang and Xu Ying had never thought that they could be so close to another civilization, nor had they ever thought that information could be transmitted in this way.

The two walked around the wreckage of the spacecraft several times. At this time, Wang Chengjie came back, holding a blue file bag in his right hand and waving a piece of writing paper used by the dean in his left hand.

"Deans, I brought the documents back. This is the application that the person in charge wrote for you."

There was only one sentence on the application.

“把A97号文件交给慕正光院长，请于8月6日17：00之前归还。”

There was a seal below this sentence, which was a purple bracelet.

Mu Zhengguang was touched: "The paper has my name and your seal on it, which can represent our identities. But you and I are clearly strangers. Just because there is such a rule in the Academy of Sciences, do you feel safe and bold to lend the document out?
"This is a document borrowed from another lab. Let's go out and take a look."

Wang Chengjie quickly opened the file bag and handed him the document.

Mu Zhengguang took the document and walked out. There were not many people in the corridor, and the benches prepared for the staff were empty. He wanted to sit on the bench and look at the document.

When Wang Chengjie saw this, his heart suddenly rose to his throat: These chairs are not prepared for the dean of the branch. It is not appropriate for a dean to sit here. If other colleagues saw this, they might laugh at him for not working hard.

"Dean, there is a special lounge on this floor."

"Oh... sorry..." Mu Zhengguang knew that Ying would definitely not mind sitting on the chair with him to read documents, but with two assistants following them... the assistants would definitely not mind, but if they let the dean sit on the chair, the assistants might feel that they were not doing their job well.

The lounge is not much different from the office, except that the area is half as large, but it has almost all the facilities, including sofas, coffee tables, desks, TVs, computers, and refrigerators.

Normally, there would only be one dean in a lounge, but there were more than one chair here. Even if five or six people gathered here, there was more than enough space.

"Wang Chengjie, go do your own thing first, and come find me here at 7pm. I have something to say to the dean."

The reason why he asked his assistant to come to see him at 7pm was because he wanted to go to the Type I Event Laboratory after 7pm. Since he was new here, he needed his assistant to accompany him.

"Liu Xinye, you should go first too. Wait, how do you accumulate your working hours? If you are not with me, will it affect your income?"

"No, as long as you give me a good review, Dean."

"Okay, I got it. You can go now and come back whenever you want in the evening."

"Yes."

Both assistants left, leaving them alone in the room.

Xu Ying stretched out her arms and lazily lay on the sofa: "It doesn't seem to make much sense to give aliens names in human language. All we can describe are their attributes."

Mu Zhengguang sat on the sofa opposite her: "Those special emotions are the most obvious attributes he left behind. It would be wonderful if we could describe these attributes with a name. This file is so thick, do you want to come and read it together?"

"No, you can watch it first. I want to rest for a while."

"it is good."

(End of this chapter)