"Breathe—breathe—"

Richard took a deep breath in the virtual outer space of the universe, looked around at the stars in all directions, and finally locked on to one of them.

Slowly raised his hand, aimed at the star from afar, and pulled it gently.

In an instant, the space of the entire universe began to distort and deform, and the rest of the stars quickly fled into the distance, and the stars chosen by Richard quickly approached and appeared in front of Richard's eyes.

It is a young main-sequence star in the hydrogen combustion phase, slightly larger than the Sun, and has an orange-red color throughout.

Around it, there are a total of seven planets, of which the fourth orbital planet is blue, and only at the equator is a green patch, like a dotted spot.

Richard reached out and pulled the planet closer to see clearly.

This is a planet with life, similar to Earth, but more than 90% of the planet's surface is ocean, and only the equatorial location has a huge island, which is also the green seen before.

After Richard saw it clearly, he did not hesitate, adjusted his posture, and the whole person fell towards the island on the planet's equator.

A few minutes later, Richard cut through the thick atmosphere and landed his feet gently on the island floor.

To his left and right, there was a lush forest, and in front of him, after crossing a bluestone path, a clearing stood a majestic library.

The entire library has a typical Gothic style, with high spires, light stone columns, elaborate flying buttresses, and gorgeous stained glass windows, which looks more like a church than a library.

Richard admired it for a few seconds, then walked to the door of the library, reached out and pushed open the somewhat heavy oak door, and walked into the library.

Inside the library, it was quiet, quiet, and there was no one there.

But it's not weird, the afternoon sun shines through the window and falls on the ground, revealing large patches of color. There was a sense of tranquility in the air, as if this was a place where one could leave behind all the worries of reality.

After all, there are only memories here.

Only memory.

Richard moved his neck and walked to the depths of the library, where he could see one after another mahogany bookshelves more than three meters high, and the shelves were full of heavy books—roughly estimated, the books on the top floor could only be reached by stepping on a wooden ladder.

Richard walked over to the nearest wooden shelf and pulled out a gray-leather book to look through.

When I opened the first page, I saw that there was no text on it, only many patterns, some of which moved, like images, and even made sounds, smells, and touches......

In the center of the page, there is a green frog with big eyes and a curious look at Richard. After reading it for a long time, it seemed to be a little bored, and with a "pop", it jumped out of the pages of the book. Falling to the ground, he shrugged off into the distance.

Richard raised his eyebrows and shouted, "Come back!"

"Quack!"

The frog turned its head and barked at Richard, as if displeased. But the next moment it turned into a green light and returned to the page, motionless.

Shaking his head slightly, Richard knew that this was not the book he was looking for at the moment, put it back in its place, and took out another one and opened it.

After turning the first page, the patterns are: a pair of chopsticks, a pair of bells, and a piece of rice cake......

"...... 1100" Richard read down, read a few sentences, shook his head, and put it back again. This is not the book he was looking for, after all, the earliest research on nuclear weapons did not begin until the twentieth century.

Take out the third book, and the patterns on it are: a willow tree with a strange shape, a throne symbolizing the dignity of the Ninety-Five, and a piece of rice cake......

"1695...... Well, it's not either. ”

Putting the third book back, Richard pursed his lips and turned his head to look at the library near the wall.

There is a row of six huge stone statues, each of which is more than four meters tall and has a strange shape.

The stone statue on the far left looks like a turtle as a whole. However, the length of the neck is exaggerated, like a snake, close to the appearance of the legendary mythical beast Xuanwu. Compared with Xuanwu, the other party's turtle shell is too flat, with almost no ups and downs, nor any lines, more like a tabletop.

Richard shouted, "Suma!"

"Whoa!"

There was a sound, and the turtle stone statue moved and came to life.

A pair of eyes looked at Richard, and he buzzed, "My creator, welcome back, is there anything I can do to help?"

"I need to find relevant books on uranium-235 purification now. Richard said.

"Uranium-235 purification?" the turtle statue thought for a few seconds, then took a step and stepped aside, "Okay, I know where it is, please follow me." ”

The tortoise statue then passed through three oak doors to a purple library room.

This room is about 500 square meters, and all the eyes are purple.

The carpet is purple, the wallpaper is purple, the ceiling is purple, the chandelier is purple, and even the décor is purple.

After the turtle statue walked in, he walked straight to a bookshelf, stretched out his neck, picked up a book on the top of the bookshelf with his mouth, and gently handed it to Richard's hand.

It was a huge book with a length of more than half a meter and a thickness of nearly 20 centimeters, more like a stone tablet than a book.

The tortoise statue was delivered to Richard, and he hummed, "My creator, I think this should be the book you are looking for." ”

Richard listened, and when he opened it, he saw that the beginning of the pattern was: a blue clay pot, a swimming fish in the water......

After looking down a few lines to make sure that it was indeed correct, he looked at the turtle statue and said, "Suma, thank you." ”

"This is what I should do, and it is my pleasure, and I hope you will enjoy your private time to the fullest, my Creator. The turtle statue said, walked up to Richard, and lay down directly, his neck twisted to form a strange shape.

At this time, the turtle stone statue looks like a combination of a large stone table and an abstract stone chair.

Richard naturally sat down on the turtle's neck, and then laid the huge book flat on the turtle's back.

The moment it was put down, the book shook slightly, and all the patterns on it disappeared, turning into lines of text—the text of the uranium-235 purification method.

"Regarding the methods of uranium-235 purification, the following ...... are currently known"

Richard looked at it with a somewhat satisfied expression, and then stretched out his hand, but without seeing any movement, a ceramic cup suddenly fell from the roof and landed steadily in his hand.

"Coffee. Richard said.

"Whoa......

A black liquid floats down and falls steadily in the cup, giving off a refreshing aroma, which is exactly coffee, and the temperature is right.

Richard took a deep sip, then let go of his hand, letting the cup of coffee fall to the ground.

The cup didn't break, it seemed to pass through some kind of film, through the carpet and the floor, and disappeared without a trace.

Richard leaned forward slightly, showed a serious expression, his eyes fell on the pages of the book, and began to read intently.