Old Man Ji rubbed the red lotus shell with a rag and wiped off a light layer of black ash. He twisted it with his fingers and brought it to his nose to smell it.
This black powder and debris adhere to the outer shell and cross-section of the red lotus and become hard when pinched with your fingernails.
"What's this?"
Old Man Ji turned his head and was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and raised his foot to kick someone.
"Rinyouwu Immortal Banban asked you to take refuge! He asked you to take refuge!"
Shanglu raised his hands in surrender, Houyang avoided the two kicks, and then put on his white safety helmet, "The giant machine has entered the port. According to the regulations of the labor office, I am here to inspect the workshop. Teacher Ji, I will strictly follow the regulations."
Old Man Ji snorted through his nose, "Little turtle grandson."
Phytolacca stood on the work surface and glanced at the shocking and huge wound on Honglian's left shoulder. The shoulders, hips, knees and ankles are the main load-bearing joints. The main structures here are thick high-strength alloy bones and hydraulic systems. , a super giant forged piece, very strong, but the shoulder joint is cut smoothly and easily, and the complex internal mechanism can be seen through the opening of the shell. The gears, joints, and crankshaft are all cut, and the high-strength titanium alloy looks like cream. There is no difference, the power of the Lighthouse Angel is staggering.
What caught Phytolacca's attention was the black powder that was condensed on the cross section. Not only were the metal forgings, but the external armor made of composite materials also had these powders and debris from unknown sources stuck to them. There were large swaths of them, and they were splashed all over. It looks like a light layer of ink. Old Man Ji handed the rag in his hand to Shang Lu, who also twirled it with his hand and frowned.
"Do you have a key?" Old Man Ji asked, "It needs to be solid."
Shang Lu touched his pocket and took out a bunch of keys. Old Man Ji took them and pressed them on the rag. When he lifted them up again, he found that all the black debris had been sucked up.
"Magnetic iron oxide." Old Man Ji said, "The source of iron tetroxide is definitely not Honglian itself. It doesn't have that much iron in it."
"The source is the Lighthouse Angel?" Phytolacca asked.
"Hey, our prediction of that thing was wrong." Old Man Ji said, "That red line is not a high-energy laser, nor is it a high-temperature jet. Xiwa'er, you said that the thing can produce iron? "
Shangluca was stunned.
"Iron... iron ore?"
"Nuclear fusion." Someone suddenly said, "Stars will produce iron elements."
Old Man Ji and Shang Lu turned around and saw Shen Jiang leaning against the elevator on the work platform. She came up at some unknown time and was leaning on the railing to take care of her wet hair. The girl's eyes glanced at Old Man Ji's dirty hair. He was slightly surprised by the white coat and helmet on his head, and his beautiful and sharp eyes suddenly became confused.
"Supervisor?"
Phytolacca was more surprised than she was, and also more confused than she was.
I just met him in the corridor and I didn’t recognize him. Why did he suddenly recognize me?
"I haven't seen you for a few days. I hope you're fine."
He said hello politely.
Shen Jiang nodded towards him and walked straight over, saying: "There is a big problem with our prediction of the Lighthouse Angel. The red line was not shot out by it. On the contrary, the red line is the body of the Lighthouse Angel. Its interior It is not a photon, so it is not a high-energy laser, nor a gas, so it is not a high-temperature jet. The internal structure of the red line should be a very dense celestial body, which is undergoing thermonuclear fusion at an extremely fast speed."
"Nuclear...nuclear fusion?" Phytolacca asked.
"That's right." Shen Jiang nodded, "From our reference system, the essence of the Lighthouse Angel is a star more than ten kilometers long and probably no more than one micron in thickness."
"Are you sure?" Old Man Ji asked.
"Intuition." Shen Jiang said, "The closest red line was only ten meters away from me. I felt like I was looking at the sun."
Old Man Ji thought for a moment and nodded, "Your intuition is generally accurate."
Phytolacca had long been stunned.
Although he studied engineering, not theory, after studying physics for so many years, Phytolacca could not imagine that stars could exist in such a way.
A star with a length of more than ten kilometers and a thickness of less than one micron. How strange is the gravity inside such a strange-shaped celestial body?
This problem would not be solved until a long time later. Shen Jiang later told him that since all long-range forces in the four-dimensional space no longer follow the inverse square ratio, but the inverse cubic ratio, the attenuation of the force is much higher than that in the three-dimensional space. space, which will make it difficult for all objects in four-dimensional space to maintain a large configuration. Gravity will no longer be the main factor in determining the shape of celestial bodies - and due to their mass, their projections in three-dimensional space will be The spatial curvature of space affects it, so it often becomes strange.
Human beings living in three-dimensional space will never know the measurement, that is, the volume of four-dimensional objects like angels, but it can be predicted through theory that the properties of four-dimensional space limit them from forming larger shapes.
So we can know that the real size of all angels is very small, maybe only a few millimeters in diameter, a few microns in diameter, or even a few nanometers in diameter. If angels could be completely placed in our universe, they would be as small as grains of sand. , dust, even molecules and even atoms, humans are giants that are difficult to look up to in front of them.
Unfortunately, angels are high-dimensional descendants. Their projections in three-dimensional space are often huge, large and thin, long and thin, because the measurement itself does not change. The greater the expansion, the thinner the thickness and the more stretched it is. The longer it is, the smaller its thickness is. In a mathematical sense, each angel is a piece of paper with negligible thickness.
——Shen Jiang taught Phytolacca so much.
Later she died.
"092 is still approaching. We have no time to waste. We have to conduct a second interception tonight... What are you looking at?" Shen Jiang was stunned.
Phytolacca did not speak, but silently took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it over.
"Good day." Shen Jiang knew at the first touch that there was another nosebleed. She took the tissue and wiped it and it was bleeding again, so she had to block her nostrils with paper.
"Honglian's condition still needs to be evaluated, and he may not be able to be dispatched again." Old Man Ji was a little worried, "The most terrible thing is that there are only two rounds of ammunition left."
"Two rounds are enough." Shen Jiang ordered angrily, "Let's go have a meeting with the Joint Command Center to finalize the second interception plan as soon as possible. We can't let 092 get closer to the defense line than five kilometers! The 110 workshop is speeding up the progress to get the red Lian recovers. If Hong Lian cannot recover, everyone will be doomed. Call all the people who have gone out to seek refuge. If you are burning your butts, you are still evacuating to avoid your uncle."
The girl kicked the railing hard.
Phytolacca knew she had a headache.
"My day——"
Shen Jiang bent down and hugged his legs.
Phytolacca knew that not only did she have a headache, but now her legs hurt.
