Thinking of this, Tang Yuqi couldn't help but become more and more confused.

What on earth is this place?

Why is there so much weirdness?

Dinosaur.

The deceased grandma.

The mythical blue luan bird.

Thinking of what she had seen and heard these days, Tang Yuqi couldn't help but sigh.

She felt more and more that she might never be able to leave here again.

At the same time, outside the Poseidon Kingdom.

A fishing boat and two search and rescue boats linger at the entrance to Poseidon's kingdom.

The two search and rescue ships are neither international aid organizations nor U.S. federal search and rescue teams, but two volunteer search and rescue ships.

But unlike ordinary volunteer search and rescue ships, they are civilian scholars from the United States federal government.

Searching and rescuing the victims of the Seidel cruise ship was only a small part of their work.

Their main purpose is to investigate the kingdom of Poseidon.

Interpret this mysterious and unknown world through scientific methods.

The pilot of these two search and rescue teams was none other than Uncle San.

At this moment, there were two more guests on Uncle San's fishing boat, who were the temporary owners of these two scientific research and search and rescue ships.

Mr. Rhys Stallman, a scientist in his forties.

A genius scientist in his twenties, Mr. Reese's only son, Harry Stallman.

They are all standard Germanic images.

Blonde, blue eyes, tall.

Young Mr. Harry Stallman is 1.9 meters tall, taller than his father.

The third uncle watched from a distance as Mr. Reese sent a small ship full of special equipment to the kingdom of Poseidon. His eyes were full of doubts and he couldn't help but ask: "What is Mr. Reese doing?"

Reese explained in fluent Chinese: "The Kingdom of Poseidon is a pocket space that is at the same latitude as the Earth, but at a different spatial level. In language that is easier for Easterners to understand, it can be understood as the blessed land of cave heaven in myths and legends, or the paradise of immortal gods.

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"Because their world and our world are at different spatial levels, apart from this special space portal, we cannot enter their world, and satellite signals cannot directly enter the kingdom of Poseidon."

The third uncle nodded to express his understanding.

He already understood this truth when he first discovered the Poseidon Kingdom.

Mr. Rees paused slightly and asked: "Sir, do you understand how the radio works?"

"Most radio signals come from radio signals emitted by signal towers. These radio waves are bounced back to the ground in the ionosphere in the sky, and then bounced from the ground to the ionosphere in the sky. This continuous cycle causes the radio waves to gradually extend into the distance."

"This is my purpose, to convert the recorded sound into a radio wave signal and send it out. If the survivors of the Seidel cruise ship still exist, they will soon be able to hear my beautiful voice."

The third uncle was stunned for a moment and seemed to understand.

This thing is really unfamiliar to him.

However, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

It wasn't until Mr. Rees left that the third uncle suddenly realized what he had forgotten.

The radio can only receive signals, not transmit them.

Mr. Reese talked about sending radio signals for a long time, but did not say at all how to receive the signals transmitted by the victims.

The third uncle couldn't help but have an idea pop up in his mind.
Chapter completed!