“However, it isn’t the magnetic field. I can feel that the magnetic field is another type of fluctuation.” Tang Lan closed his eyes. He half-knelt down, his forehead against the back of Polly’s hand as he spoke in a hoarse voice, “Sir, do you already understand what is happening? You didn’t seem to feel any surprise when I said this.”

“Still, you won’t tell us because the truth is something we can’t afford. However, I really…”

The more he spoke, the more intermittent his words became and in the end, he couldn’t sustain it.

“Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid… Child.” Polly’s right hand grasped Tang Lan’s shoulder, his voice like a gentle ocean. “I will protect you to the last moment of my life.”

Tang Lan raised his head and stared directly at Polly Joan as he solemnly vowed, “We will also protect you and this institute to the last moment.”

“I never asked you but if the day comes when the institute no longer exists…” Polly spoke slowly. “I ask you not to plunge into the flood of monsters and heterogeneous species. Instead, go to the north to protect the human base.”

“The judges will kill all heterogeneous species. The base will never accept us.”

Polly looked out into the wild twilight.

“Even so, at the last moment, I still want to believe in human kindness and tolerance to the fullest extent.”

Tang Lan’s lips curved slightly as he gazed up at Polly Joan. “That is because of your noble, bright and clear character.”

Polly smiled and shook his head.

***

After Tang Lan’s departure, the Simpson Cage’s energy level reached a critical value. A dazzling scarlet light was shining on the platform below the white building and a heat wave rose. If it wasn’t clear that this was a high-energy field made by the machine to capture the basic particle vibration frequency and track the interaction of these basic particles, An Zhe would almost think there was a raging sea of fire downstairs.

The large screen in the laboratory was the terminal and operating table of the Simpson Cage. However, due to design defects, sometimes it was necessary to manually adjust the rods of certain precision devices when going downstairs if they wanted to adjust the parameters of the Simpson Cage.

On the big screen, the lines were still cluttered but they weren’t static. Whenever Polly adjusted the parameters, these lines would change from one type of mess to another type of mess, eventually cluttering together.

Still, Polly analyzed the lines, calculated the functions, adjusted the parameters and changed the receiving frequency again and against. The ever-changing lines jumped on the screen.