According to the rules of the competition, teams that successfully pass the first round of the academy's assessment and enter the next round of competition can have one day of rest.

Logically speaking, the Flying Tigers should get together to sum up the gains and losses of the previous round and do some previews for the next round.

But Zheng Feng absent-mindedly announced that they would disband on the spot.

Others wanted to ask him what was wrong, but seeing his worried expression, they did not dare to speak. They only thought secretly that the captain was so strict and won so beautifully, not to mention being proud and complacent, and not even happy at all.

Returning to the dormitory alone, Zheng Feng lay on the sofa bored.

He didn't know what was wrong with him.

After coming out of the virtual space of the game, he would always think back to the unfinished "Morrowind II" mothership spacecraft from time to time.

The image lingered, like a nightmare.

It's obviously just a mothership that was randomly repaired when a biological tool simulated by the master brain went out of control during a virtual training mission. It still uses ancient and outdated technology, and its performance is not even as good as today's civilian transport ships. What's it worth?

Do you care?

In addition, deep in his heart, he was still asking himself many questions that were almost impossible to answer.

What's wrong with me?

He didn't know why, but he always felt uneasy.

Zheng Feng turned on the medical self-examination system and performed a holographic scan and mental state monitoring on himself.

The test report showed that his condition was very normal, even a little too normal.

Ding dong.

The doorbell rings.

It's Ding Hu who's coming.

After entering the door, Brother Hu kept praising him, "You did a good job today, keep up the good work."

Zheng Feng looked up at Ding Hu, with a forced smile on his face, "Brother Hu, let me ask you something."

"What? Say."

"Do you think the queen of microscopic termites is alive?"

"of course."

"What if it is a queen ant simulated by the master brain in the virtual space?"

"Well, it depends on whether we define the main brain Stars as a life. Judging from the current understanding of the scientific community, combined with the many mechanical civilizations we have dealt with, Stars should be considered a life. Then the Queen Ant also

Calculate."

"Is the queen ant considered an intelligent life form like humans?"

Ding Hu shook his head decisively, "Of course not."

Zheng Feng smiled: "But if the life of the microscopic termites is just a natural phenomenon in the universe. If the decomposition and reorganization of the ship wreckage by microscopic termites is just the same cosmic law as the birth and destruction of stars, then people will never

Isn't it the same as going through life and death? People fall in love several times in their lives, consume some oxygen, spit out some carbon dioxide, and if they are lucky, they may be able to leave behind offspring."

"Perhaps the history of human beings can be longer than the history of microscopic ants, but if the time is extended to infinity, it is assumed that sooner or later human civilization will perish in the universe. So what is the difference between humans and microscopic ants? What is our view of the planet?

What is the difference between transformation, the absorption of dark energy pools, the exploration of triple space and real energy, and the law of life and death of a star, or the collision and entanglement of two galaxies? Why do humans exist?"

"Huh?" Ding Hu was confused by Zheng Feng's series of philosophical questions.

Brother Hu thought for a long time, "People have seven emotions and six desires, and they have feelings."

Zheng Feng smiled and shook his head, then asked: "Brother Hu, do you think people can live forever?"

Ding Hu was able to answer decisively: "Cryonics technology only steals life from time. The human brain will still collapse one day. People can never live forever."

"What is the difference between a human corpse and a dry branch?"

"no difference."

"Is there any difference in the definition of life between dry branches and burnt charcoal?"

"No."

"At the moment of death, a living person becomes a meteorite in the universe. There is actually no essential difference between that person and the meteorite floating in the universe. One day in the future, even if we win

In this war, civilization can continue to exist for countless billions of years, but one day, human beings will disappear. When everyone is dead, the universe will return to silence. So what is the meaning of the existence of human civilization? Help the universe

Speeding up entropy? But does that make sense?”

Chen Feng's series of questions made Ding Hu completely explode.

"Well, if you have nothing to do, you should go to bed early, have a good sleep, and don't think about it. There will be a game the day after tomorrow, so I'll leave beforehand."

Ding Hu said hello and turned around to run away, but his heart was already roaring.

problem occurs!

Something big happened!

Ding Hu felt that he could only seek help from the audience outside the venue for this matter.

After a while, Zhou Donglai, Andre, Zheng Yifeng, and Tang Tianxin all broke into Ding Hu's emergency discussion group.

Outside of this small discussion group, there are millions of current and former scholars who have held core positions in the Sage Project.

Ding Hu threw Zheng Feng's questions out, but he couldn't get the answer, but found that when Zhou Donglai, Andre and Zheng Yifeng quit the chat, only he and Tang Tianxin were left.

Looking at each other.

On the other side, discussions among countless scholars were in full swing, and Dong Shan finally concluded.

"This is a good thing. It shows that Zheng Feng has begun to take the initiative to consider the fate of human civilization. His problem is actually not complicated. He only needs to make another assumption to solve it. He assumes that human beings are destined to perish, even if they are immortal with compound eyes.

The hands will also perish in the demise of time and the universe."

"If his hypothesis is true, then there is really no difference between us and microscopic termites. However, if humans can continue to exist in some form after the demise of our current universe, our history will not be cut off, but will be reversed.

A new page has opened."

"Then nature means that human civilization has broken through the boundaries of the universe in terms of both philosophy and physics. When the lifespan of human civilization transcends the universe, humans and stars, space meteorites, background radiation and other natural phenomena under the laws of the universe

Of course there is a difference."

"The sage's subconscious must have observed our current situation and believed that it is no longer a fantasy for humans to defeat the compound-eyed ones, so he began to think about the future in advance. His subconscious was thinking about ways to make mankind eternal. He is indeed a sage! He is really a sage.

Make a foresighted plan and worry about the world's worries before anything else."

Dong Shan's words were like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves.

Zheng Feng could not get a satisfactory answer, and he did not know that a large group of people were getting excited because of his inexplicable "sadness for spring and autumn".

A night of no words and no sleep.

Since he still couldn't fall asleep, Zheng Feng simply got up from the bed, activated the cramming tool, and once again immersed himself in the sea of ​​books that were difficult to chew.

Don't tell me, this trick really works.

As soon as he opened the book "Detailed Explanation of Alloy Coupling and Real Energy Effects", the noise in his mind that was constantly writing disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by unparalleled concentration.

By the time Zheng Feng came to his senses, a full 12 hours had passed, and it was exactly eight o'clock the next morning.

After studying hard all night, his brain seemed a little swollen and painful. He rubbed his temples, stood up and stretched, feeling much more comfortable.

Zheng Feng went through it in his mind and suddenly realized that he only spent 12 hours last night to complete the obscure course that was originally planned to take at least ten days and a total of one hundred hours.

He was a little unconfident at first, thinking that he had only half-understood something.

He opened the book again and picked out a few questions, and he really got it.

Zheng Feng scratched his head and thought carefully about this ignorant night.

Teacher Xiaowei is still the same Xiaowei, she has not changed, what has changed is herself.

My ability to comprehend has been inexplicably enhanced a lot.

On the road of learning, it seems as if there is a man-eating tiger chasing and forcing me behind my butt, and it seems that there is an old horse in front of me pulling me.

Although he couldn't figure out what was going on, becoming stronger was not a bad thing. Zheng Feng decided not to worry about it anymore and turned to do another thing.

He first entered the form of "Morrowind II" that had been floating around in his mind through brain information recognition into the network, and then clicked on the huge comprehensive data retrieval library of the main brain Fanxing, trying to compare it with the characteristics of the mothership.

I'm going to search the historical archives to see if I can figure out what kind of ghost ship this is and why it still lingers.

Because he designed the comparison range to be too large, covering almost all large, medium and small ships built by mankind from ancient times to the present, the master brain's reaction speed was slightly slow, and it took a full five seconds to provide the evaluation results.

Zheng Feng was shocked.

There is not a single spaceship that is more than 99.99% similar.

Even if they look alike, there are some differences that cannot be ignored.

This means that "Morrowind 2" has never really appeared in history.

He couldn't find the result for two reasons.

First, the words "Morrowind Two" only exist in the database related to the Sage Project and are blocked from him. In his autobiography, Chen Feng only casually drew "Morrowind Two" by hand.

", but there is only an outline, which cannot be used as a reference for current modeling. Of course, even if Chen Feng had drawn it exactly the same, Zheng Feng could not find it now.
To be continued...