After cursing for a few words, no one agreed, which was also expected by Hong Tao. After every time, no matter whether he was satisfied or not, that guy didn't care about it, and it was useless to scold him.

"Damn it, is this liquid?" Since it is useless, it's okay to express emotions. No matter what your future fate is, curiosity will always come up and will be quickly developed.

The first thing he found was the bed. It was not any fabric, wood or plastic, nor metal, but a very, very viscous jelly-like object. However, this jelly is particularly firm, and it will not cause too much depression when hitting it with a fist, and it will not bring too much rebound force to the palm.

The floor is also made of a similar material, with a slightly higher hardness and no sound when you walk up. Hong Tao deliberately jumped on the spot and tried it. Like the bed, this material can absorb some of the power and then return part of it appropriately.

How appropriate is it? To an incredible level. It is impossible to sprain ankle on it, and it is even more impossible to fall. It can rely on the amount of absorbing power to maintain the balance of the human body unless the human body wants to lie down.

"This is a prison, isn't I a mistake?" The third big discovery was that this house had no doors, no upper, lower, left, left, front and back. The walls, floors and ceilings were like a fiberglass bathroom with a whole molding. Not to mention the door, the connection joints could not be found.

So Hong Tao came to the conclusion that he could not be a prisoner or was imprisoned. Think about it, it is very likely that spacecraft, no matter which country it is, it is basically managed by militarized people. People with extremely casual personalities like him will have problems after they can't stay for two hours.

"...I can't guarantee that it's an adventure...Sun Thief, you'll be bad. At least we have worked together several times, and there are hard work if we don't make any contribution. As for the fact that I hate me so much!"

But when he saw the scene outside the window, Hong Tao felt that his previous judgment was not right. It was obviously not the solar system outside. How many years would humans have to make progress before they could break through the solar system? Maybe he was the first astronauts to fly out of the solar system, and this spacecraft was the Explorer of the Humans.

The problem is that Hong Tao does not think he can bear this honor. Explorer sounds nice, but it is a high-risk profession that can last thousands of miles. He is afraid of death and pain, and he cannot fearlessly give up his own interests to benefit all mankind. At critical moments, it seems that he will not have any positive effect except causing trouble and dragging his back.

"Bangbang... OK, transparent metal, this is awesome!" As before, scolding was useless and there was no response at all. Hong Tao could only continue to explore this small room, and then made a big discovery again.

The window was not a window at all, but a wall. I don’t know what method I used to become more transparent than glass. It looks like a window. When I touched it with my hands, it is a whole like other walls. At least the seams and interlayers cannot be found in the naked eye.

Hong Tao wanted to calculate how many years he had traveled, but there were no clocks, calendars and other things in the room, and there was no TV or anything else, and there was not even furniture. It was too simple.

You don’t have furniture, don’t you still have clothes on your body. Unfortunately, Hong Tao still can’t tell what material this piece of clothing is. It is also made of jelly, very close to the body, so that it can hardly tell the difference between the clothes and the skin. It doesn’t feel anything, it’s neither tight nor loose, lukewarm or hot, and it’s similar to the skin to the point of simply putting it.

"Just count for five hundred years..." Hong Tao gave a more subjective time period after integrating the materials of strange galaxies, spacecraft, high-tech materials and tights.

"What would I do if I suddenly discovered a living Ming Dynasty person?" Whether five hundred years is enough for humans to develop to this level of technology, no matter what, Hong Tao put himself in his shoes and measured it for a while, feeling that year is not very important.

Because I suddenly found that there was no essential difference between a living person in the Qing Dynasty and a living person in the Ming Dynasty, and it had nothing to do with the age of two hundred and five hundred. In the end, they were all captured and killed as a guinea pig.

From this point of view, the focus of traveling through ancient times and traveling through the future is different. In ancient times, I could fool people with my memory and mouth, but I dare not say that I could completely fool them, and I could still hide my identity.

But it is not so easy to fool through time traveling to the future. As long as you communicate with others, you will immediately reveal your feelings. The only thing you can pray now is that you are not traveling through the body, but rather a soul-piercing like you go to the Northern Song Dynasty. In that case, you have a legal identity, and at least you can pretend to be mute for a few years!

"Oh... It's not easy to pretend to be mute... Sun Thief, when you fall into my hands one day, you will care if you are an alien. First remove the cornea and then deaf ears, so that you can also taste the taste of life worse than death!"

When Hong Tao thinks of pretending to be mute, he feels that life is so hard. The best thing he uses on his body is this mouth, but it ends up being covered with dust. He watches others criticize him and cannot repay him. How can he live this life?

When I thought of this, my heart was filled with anger. I ignored the consequences and pointed to the roof to continue cursing. This time it was not a muttering sound, but a real scolding and hoarseness!

There is a Chinese proverb that illness comes from the mouth, and disaster comes from the mouth. Hong Tao is destroyed by this mouth, and he will cause trouble for him almost every life, but he never reflects on himself, let alone correct him, and still does his own way.

Now, when the scolding blurted out, his fate changed, completely out of track, and no one could control it. He was still confused and was still mumbling, trying to be addicted to the mouth for a while before becoming a mute.

Little do they know that reality is more cruel than dreams, and the judgments he made on logic are basically all wrong. This is not that there is a mistake in logic, but that the starting point is wrong. The slightest difference is a thousand miles away. The logic that unfolds from the wrong starting point is still wrong even if the process is 100% correct.

But he guessed one thing correctly. It was indeed a sky spacecraft, and the galaxy he was in was indeed not a solar system. But the cabin he was in was neither a cell nor a passenger cabin, but a cargo cabin, to be precise, called a biological isolation cabin. Every minute and every second from his dream to waking up, his every move, every word and action was seen by a bald beard and heard in his ears.

"Master brain, what language is this young man speaking?" At this time, the bearded man was floating in an egg-shaped glass jar, with transparent liquid all over his body, and several tubular bodies in the brain and spine were connected to the top of the jar.

It seems that he is asleep, but in fact, all the details that happened in the spacecraft and the nearby airspace are transmitted into the brain through tubular connections, and all his instructions are also transmitted to the main brain of the spacecraft through these connections. After the main brain is calculated, the most consistent answer is given.

"The input language is unknown..." This time the main brain seemed a little lazy and actually gave a negative answer.

"Unknown! How can it be unknown? Compare with all known languages ​​and find the most similar ones!"

The bearded man suddenly opened his eyes, and the liquid around him immediately invaded his eyes, but he had no feeling at all. He blinked, with an indescribable expression on his face, excited, surprised, incredible, or fearful, and there might be some.

"After the comparison, the similarity to all known languages ​​is no more than 5% and cannot be recognized!" In less than a second, the main brain gave the answer again. If it were Hong Tao, the main brain system would have to be reinstalled immediately. What kind of work attitude is this? Are you fooling the Japanese?

"Unrecognized, unrecognized, unrecognized...Compared with ancient languages!" The bearded man was not as terrified as Hong Tao. He closed his eyes again, and his mumbled expression seemed a little like Hong Tao. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and issued a third command tremblingly.

"After the comparison, the similarity between the texts of ancient ruins is 80%... The information is incomplete, and more pronunciations are needed!" The main brain is still so willful that it gave the answer in less than a second, but this time it did not give 625, but gave specific data.

"Hahaha...hahaha...we're making a fortune, we finally found the baby!"
Chapter completed!