People's Grand Voyage, I start a game with a ghost ship - Chapter 502

The subsequent memos were basically some experimental data and records. Yang Yi started to have a headache after reading them for a quarter of an hour. He couldn’t understand them at all and didn’t want to read them.

It felt like reading a boring mathematical argument. If it was Su Na, she might read it with great interest, but Yang Yi didn’t have the patience.

He only read it roughly, and then looked at the unfinished research of this person. His rationality was dropping, mainly because of the difficulty in reading, which made people upset.

Feeling that it was almost done, Yang Yi sat up from the table, and it took less than 40 minutes.

“Doctor, you got up for a shorter time this time than before, is it…”

The intelligent synthesis voice sounded from the top of his head, and this AI seemed to monitor and record Yang Yi’s behavior.

The next second, before the AI ​​finished speaking, Yang Yi stretched and sat down again, and continued to read it pretentiously, showing a serious and thoughtful expression from time to time.

“…….. Damn, I almost got caught.

It seems that I have to sit for a while longer, otherwise it will be troublesome if this AI becomes suspicious.”

Yang Yi continued to read.

Two hours passed.

Yang Yi read a bunch of messy data and looked at this person’s recent research. He felt a splitting headache, but at least he had some gains.

[You have obtained part of the formula of the Death Sleep Potion (unfinished). Continue to study to unlock the complete formula…….]

The system suddenly popped up a reminder.

This person seemed to be trying to use the special structure of the immortality disease to develop a new potion, but Yang Yi had not figured out the purpose.

He directly pulled to the bottom of the memo to check the appendix.

When zoomed in to the atomic level, the cause of the immortality disease was finally visible and recorded in appendix ③⑦.

He found the corresponding appendix and clicked to open it.

Then the phone, which had been running smoothly, rarely froze, and quickly became hot and even blistered Yang Yi’s hands.

But Yang Yi himself was completely unaware and stared at the picture that appeared on the phone.

“Photographic images will be distorted. You have to see it with your naked eyes. I can only record part of the structure in the form of hand-drawing…”

It was an almost perfect three-dimensional structure diagram. It was hard to imagine that it could be presented in the form of hand-drawing. The two completely unrelated attributes of complexity and simplicity were unified in this structure diagram.

Yang Yi couldn’t find a suitable adjective to describe it. He just felt that this structure was extraordinary. It had the roundness of a ball, the sharpness of a cone, and the straightness of a cube. No matter which angle it was cut from, the shape was the same as before.

If such a structure must be described, it can only be called…

“Perfect cube.”

Yang Yi read it unconsciously, and then felt his hair stand up, because time had passed unknowingly.

The four-hour countdown displayed on the metal wall had been reset to zero long ago, and Yang Yi’s sanity had dropped to 74 points, which was already a very exaggerated decline.

You have to know that this is not directly looking at the real thing, but just a hand-drawn three-dimensional structure diagram.

“…it took two hours and thirty-two minutes to wake up.

Doctor, you woke up faster than any other time before. It seems that your mental state has stabilized. This is good news.”

The AI ​​said. It seems that the 4-hour countdown was just a pretext to urge Yang Yi to read. In fact, there is no time limit. If Su Na came, she would forget to eat and sleep.

Yang Yi did not plan to continue reading. If he continued to read, his sanity would be below 70, and the immortal disease might get out of control.

He did not know whether the mental attribute bonus in the dream was effective in reality, so it was best not to let his sanity fall below the warning line.

This is just a dream.

“What do you call me?”

Yang Yi stood up and looked at the ceiling, looking for the camera, and asked at the same time.

The latter unexpectedly paused for a few seconds before answering.

“You always call me Beta.”

“Okay, Beta.

From now on, my name… will be Yang Yi, yes, call me that!”

Yang Yi thought for a while and reported his name directly without any sense of disobedience.

(Not finished yet, still a few hundred words to go, currently writing.)