Chapter 1256: The fourth natural disaster (twenty-nine)

[I said, if you create such a square and square venue, are you not afraid that some Wattum will suddenly become a super Wattum to trouble you? 】
‘You can’t confuse Marefia with Sharu just because she has wings, and if you want to become a super Watum, they have to grow their hair first. ’
[Do you have any opinion on Napa? 】
‘I think Gu Yi is handsome. ’
【indeed. 】
Since it takes different time for the Watams to arrive at the "Altar of Truth", I directly dropped Maréfia in the middle of the altar and hang up, chatting with the stupid system while observing the Watams who gradually arrived and settled around the altar. , By the way, receive messages from various places from Laplace demon in text.
Marefia’s current appearance is 360 degrees without dead ends, and the standby action is only to flap its wings, pop up the light blade and play with these two kinds. It does not move for several days, which is enough to keep those responsible for observing the "alien" The Wattum expert was confused, and didn't know if anyone rushed to ask her for race information or something.
[If there is one? 】
‘Kick it straight down. ’
Regarding the "life for knowledge" proposed by the "aliens", the first reaction of the Wattum Academy of Sciences was to study how to retain the acquired knowledge.
After they had a plan, they tried to dissuade those important researchers who tried to rush to the Redstone Plateau to obtain "advanced knowledge."
Then, the scientific research directors of several research institutes at the forefront of scale and strength began to communicate reluctantly, exchanging some scientific and technological achievements that had been obtained but secretly kept secret.
These attempts basically yielded no results.
Don’t talk about me, even Laplace demon can block the entire altar to prevent even one byte of information from spreading, and those who are convinced that they will not be able to study the results in their lifetime and want to exchange for knowledge can’t be so easy. As for the persuasion, as for the exchange... After they exchanged information, they became more clear about which technologies need to be kept secret.
During the whole process, no scientific research director proposed to try to subdue Maréfiya. It seems that the characteristic of extreme materialism also prevents them from having any chances when they are not sure.
In addition, during this period of time, as the number of seekers from various scientific research institutes, journalists from various media, and people who simply watched the excitement gradually increased, a miniature city was built around the altar, one after I left. Turn it into a famous scenic spot.
[The question now is, have you figured out how to ‘kill’ those researchers? 】
‘A light blade slashed over, then turned into golden particles and disappeared--’
[Then sell it backhand to Laplace demon to work? 】
‘Look, I will answer. ’

In the end, the number of researchers who arrived at the "Altar of Truth" was only about half of the number of Watams who had said "one word is certain".
The scientific research directors of the various academies of science gave them the last persuasion. They were moved by reason and sentimental, and even threatened with mockery, but all of them were useless.
To describe their state in one sentence, that is, [Congratulations, death at night], but unfortunately, I can only give them about ten minutes of communication and aftertaste.
After sorting and summarizing all the questions, the researchers sorted out the batches for the altar.
Although they did not hesitate to die, they still communicated quickly with each other during this time. After all, if the results were discussed before going to the altar, it wouldn't be necessary, right?
The first group were mathematicians.
"[We want to know the proof process of conjecturing that'any integer greater than two can be written as the sum of three prime numbers'.]"
Goldbach, he was guilty.
"The proof is very long, so I will show it to you twice." Marefiya raised her hand and pointed to the sky.
The cumbersome and abstract proof process of the blockbuster is like the Avenue of Stars at the opening of Star Wars slowly across the sky.
This is the display method I discussed with the Laplace demon. The sky is used as the background to project knowledge into these Wattum's visual organs, and people outside the altar can naturally see nothing.
"[Damn it, my thinking is wrong!]" "[My thinking is correct, but there is not enough time to derive the following steps...]" "[This conjecture can be used as an axiom in the future.]" Mathematics The families whispered one after another.
Think about it carefully, it is indeed the case. Marefia’s behavior clearly shows that it has been proven, and it would be foolish to try hard to verify the conjecture that has been proven.
"Okay, time is up," Malefia stuck out the light blade from her wrist: "You will be broken down into elementary particles in an instant, and you won't feel pain."
"[...Thank you for your answer.]" These mathematicians did not repent or run away, but saluted Maréfiya.
Malefia waved her arms, and the blade of light slid across these Wattums. It didn't seem to have hit any of them, but in the next instant, they turned into a golden light spot and disappeared.
This "death" method did not extinguish the enthusiasm of other seekers, and they stepped onto the altar one after another.
"[We want to know how the first life on the planet was born, as well as the mass extinctions and explosions of the creatures around the Upenian period.]"
"These are two problems, but the reason is the same. They are all brought by meteorites from outside the sky. There is no life in meteorites. When they travel through the atmosphere, they are affected by high temperature and heat and lightning, giving birth to the first organic matter. Show me the picture at that time."
"[Please show us the model corresponding to this mathematical formula.]"
"If you compare the universe to a sandy beach, stars and planets are stone trapped in this sandy beach. This formula describes the law of distortion of space under the influence of gravity, but it is only the front of the warp engine that is not important. Show you all the preceding formulas."
"[I want to know the cause of this strange landform of our home planet.]"
"In fact, the reason lies at your feet. When this planet started to cool down from the lava state, it was hit by a redstone asteroid. The last ripple of the planet was brought by the massive precipitation. Frozen, this is the picture at the time."
Groups of researchers boarded the altar of knowledge, and after obtaining the corresponding knowledge, they turned into golden light and disappeared. During this period, no information was leaked. This disappointed the scientific research directors who were a little expectant.
However, because Marefia’s
answer
to those questions is a kind of information in itself, nearly half of the scientists gave up on stage and planned to continue their research after returning.
In the end, the question about the "observer effect" that I expected has not been raised by Wattam, but about the related questions after the speed of light is exceeded, because I have said that it is dangerous technology, and no one has asked questions. It seems this time. Civilized rescue should be considered a success...
"[Old supervisor! You can't go up!]" "[Just leave any problems to our young people!]" "[You are a beacon on our scientific research road!]"
An elderly Wattum, lying almost motionless on a means of transportation, boarded the altar of truth alone. A group of scientific research executives were rushing around like ants on a hot pot, but they dared not stop him.
"What do you want to know?" Marefia's attitude was the same as before.
The elderly Watam typed on his portable computer, and then showed Marefia:
"[Excuse me, what is the purpose of the universe?]"
The off-field aid Laplace demon did not say the answer as before. After a moment of sluggishness, he slowly typed out on the invisible teleprompter: [I don’t know, how would I know? ].
"[Madam?]" Old Wattam urged.
Let me say? Is it to collect doomsday elements? At most, tell this to other companions who have experienced many worlds together? And they haven't been able to guess until now, only thinking that I have a Virgin's disease and want to save the world to play.
Seeing Maréfia hesitated to speak, Old Wattam seemed to understand what he retyped:
"[This universe, is it a game?]"
So it's you!