He uses science to spy on the unspeakable

Chapter 309 Artistic Conception
The cone-shaped object was invisible. Mu Yun had mecha detection skills, so he could see it, but ordinary people could not see it.

The cone flew over a mountain and landed.

There is a cliff below.

There were line drawings carved on the cliff wall, depicting a dozen little people holding hands and surrounding a bonfire.

There is a cave close to the ground at the lower side of the cliff. There is a stone staircase on the gentle slope in front of the cave, leading all the way to the front of the cliff.

There are grass and some trees on both sides of the path.

A dozen tourists stood there watching and taking pictures.

The cone stopped just above the cliff, suspended there.

Mu Yun thought of the Cradle Star, the little girl, and the people wearing animal skins and kneeling around the campfire.

Could it be that this cone had been here a long time ago?
And now, reminiscing about the past?

For more than ten minutes, the cone remained there motionless.

Mu Yun looked at the time, recorded the screen, and then quickly returned to the agricultural greenhouse at the Beihuang Plain station.

Sun Qian and others were sitting in meditation. Mu Yun stopped showing his presence and stood in his usual position.

Cancel the flying and teleportation spells, and control the beam of light to cover the cushion on the ground.

Then he opened the door of the mecha cabin and leaned back in the seat to think about things.

At around five in the afternoon, Sun Qian and others woke up.

"Back." Sun Qian greeted.

"Ah."

"Going to dinner?"

"Yeah." Mu Yun responded and walked down from the mecha.

Sun Qian came over, held Mu Yun's left hand, and the few of them disappeared and then appeared in the cafeteria.

After dinner, Mu Yun visited the laboratory and then went for a walk by the river.

Swish, Wanqiu appeared not far away.

Mu Yun smiled and said, "Are they still having a party?"

"Well, it's going to take a long time."

"Oh."

"I'm learning the language of your dragon race, so I told Grandma that I'm coming to Blue Star."

"How do you learn?"

"I'm in your school, auditing the class." Wanqiu smiled.

"Oh."

"I'm not in a hurry. I'll learn slowly. I actually want to see some of your ancient music."

"Oh."

"Does Master Mu believe in past lives?"

"I don't know. This world is becoming increasingly confusing to me."

Wanqiu smiled and said, "Me too, but I hope there is a previous life, so that those sad and beautiful stories will no longer be rootless duckweed."

"Well, the story is about mood and expressing ideas. Sometimes, whether it is really like that is not so important."

"Know, just, really, really hope that's true."

"Well, what story did you read?"

“I can’t tell you now, I’ll tell you later, it’s a beautiful story anyway.

Let me sing a song for you."

"Yeah." Mu Yun smiled.

Wanqiu looked into the distance and entered the state: "The past is long gone, without any proof, but it makes me feel no regrets in walking with you.

I keep thinking about it, inexplicably, but it’s the response from the past.

......"

The singing was clear and pleasant. Mu Yun looked into the distance, immersed in the meaning of the song.

This seems to be talking about one thing and another thing. The two things seem to be related, but it seems not quite certain.

After the song, Wanqiu was silent. Mu Yun came back to his senses and looked at Wanqiu: "Is it related to the story you read?"

"You, understand?" Wanqiu became happy.

"I seem to understand a little bit, but I can't put it into detail."

"That's great. Thank you. I won't waste your time. See you next time." "Okay." Mu Yun responded, and Wanqiu disappeared in a flash.

Mu Yun walked back, and Sun Qian appeared not far away.

"Go back?" Sun Qian looked at Mu Yun.

"Yeah." Mu Yun responded. Sun Qian held Mu Yun's left hand and went to the bathroom.

Back in the bathroom, Mu Yun took a shower, changed into pajamas, and then leaned against the head of the bed to rest.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Mu Yun sat in meditation. For ten minutes, light appeared in his brain, and the surroundings were dark, and Hill sat there.

"Good evening, brother."

"Good evening, have you seen it?"

"Well, there is also a black cone in the desert, but nothing else."

"Oh, at this stage, you see quite a few of these cones."

"Yes, there are also urban stars. They seem to be very interested in ancient monuments."

"Oh, ancient monuments?"

"Yes," Mu Yun responded, describing the experience of seeing the cone-shaped object on the urban star.

Hill thought for a moment and said, "Maybe. This cone-shaped object is very old. No one knows who created it or why it was created."

"Well, that's all for now. I'm going to go browse the technology database."

"Okay." Hill responded. Mu Yun stared at Hill's side. After a few minutes, he stood in Hill's room, controlled the biochemical robot, and began to browse the technology database.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Mu Yun stopped, said hello to Hill, returned to the bathroom and went to sleep.

The next morning, after breakfast, Mu Yun and Sun Qian arrived at the physiotherapy room in Qianling Village of Lanxing.

The vein stone structure glows faintly.

Mu Yun controlled the mecha to stand still, canceled the flying and teleportation skills, adjusted the size of the light beam, opened the mecha door and walked down.

The pale golden light obscured the light of the vein stone structure.

"Go?" Sun Qian looked at Mu Yun.

"Yeah." Mu Yun responded. Sun Qian held Mu Yun's left hand. The two of them disappeared in a flash and appeared in Mu Yun's dormitory in a dozen seconds.

"Then, I'll go back to the therapy room." Sun Qian looked at Mu Yun.

"Yeah." Mu Yun responded, and Sun Qian disappeared in a flash.

Mu Yun came back to his senses and went to work at the research institute.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, I completed the experimental tasks and drove to Fuya Technology.

Walk into the office, sit in the office chair and look at the company documents.

Tao Cong knocked on the door and walked in.

Mu Yun smiled: "Come here."

"Yeah." Tao Cong also smiled.

Mu Yun stood up, walked to the sofa, poured a glass of water for Tao Cong, and they both sat on the sofa.

Tao Cong looked at Mu Yun and said, "I asked several places, but still no news."

"It's okay. Thank you, Shopkeeper Tao, for thinking about this for me."

"As it should be, the communicator is starting to gain momentum, and more and more people are coming to the store."

"Oh, good, you guys have worked hard."

"It's okay, the communicator is very practical, you can read stories and look up some information in it.

Wanbo and I discussed it and came up with a tutorial on how to use the communicator.

People will slowly learn how to use it themselves.”

"Oh, well, I hope things get better."

"Yes, that's it. I'm going to Qi'an City now. If there's anything you need me to do, just let me know."

"Yeah." Mu Yun responded, and Tao Cong stood up and walked out.

Mu Yun returned to his office chair and continued to look at company documents.

At noon, after returning to the Beihuang Plains camp and having lunch, Sun Qian looked at Mu Yun and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'll go to the chaotic time and space, you guys are free to move around."

"Okay." Sun Qian responded and held Mu Yun's left hand. The few of them disappeared in a flash and then appeared next to the agricultural greenhouse mecha.

Mu Yun said goodbye to a few people, got into the mecha cabin, activated the flying technique, changed his position and revealed his form, turned into a small ball of air, and whoosh, arrived at the chaotic space and time.

(End of this chapter)