What else can she do? Before she stepped near those rotating orbits, the semi-transparent surface was more like a microscope, some kind of irregular long cells. She could see the layer pattern, but it was still vague, like a shallow beach disturbed by ripples

She reached out and touched her fingers, feeling light as if she had touched a porous veil.
Is this the first contact or the last contact?
Her touch evoke a reaction.
A part of the high halo fused together to form a golden ball about the size of her head-landing in front of her, still suspended in the water as if trying to figure out her, and at the same time emitting a feeling similar to sun and warmth. However, she is not afraid that she will not be afraid. The region created her and must be waiting for her to arrive.
The ghost bird reached out and picked the golden ball from it, feeling warm and soft in its hand.
The bright golden green light overflowed from the ball and shot into her heart, which made her feel cold and calm. Although the area peeped at her, the strong light from that calm revealed everything to her.
Deep in her consciousness, she did not know whether she saw or felt that a comet falling far away from the earth caused a disaster, which destroyed the whole biosphere. A customized organism disintegrated and disintegrated. Small fragments passed through the dark transition and occasionally flashed light after a long and dangerous journey, and finally dissipated and lost-quietly buried in the glass lens group of the lighthouse, and once it was excited to get out of dormancy, it grew again and performed the preset powerful functions as much as possible. However, the environment has changed the problem to create the region and give the target race. The area that has disappeared is both a machine and a creature. She saw the boundary membrane of the area, the white rabbit jumping into the boundary and disappearing, and then coming out from other places. She also saw the underwater behemoths and ghosts watching from a distance. All this was experienced through some senses that she was not too white.
Crawler continued to write as if she didn’t send out brighter and richer light, but she had never seen it before, as if there were so many worlds hidden in it, so much light that she could see that every word was infiltrated from another world, and there were passages and entrances here for you to know, such as making coordinates, which is now in practice in a very far place. Biologists make the same coordinates, and every sentence is emotional therapy, refusing cruel reconstruction.
Should she stop now? Should she plead with people in her mind? These are people that biologists know. She has never seen what happens next. Will it destroy the earth or save it? Because it agrees with the ghost bird, she believes that something will be lucky and she will be lucky.
What can she do? She can’t do anything, and she doesn’t have the will. Not choosing is also a choice. She puts the ball in suspension.
She felt Grace and the stairs behind them felt Grace’s intention to hurt, but she didn’t care that it wasn’t Grace’s fault. Grace couldn’t understand everything she saw-including the lighthouse and the island. She used to live.
Grace shot the ghost bird from behind, and the bullet went through her chest and embedded in the wall. The halo of the crawler turned even crazier. The ghost bird turned around and gathered the strength of the light sensor and shouted at her. Because she was not hurt, she didn’t feel anything, and she didn’t want Grace to be hurt.
Grace froze in the faint light, holding a rifle. At this moment, it can be seen from her eyes that she is white. This is all in vain. There is no turning back, and it is impossible to turn back.
"Go home, Grace," said the ghost bird. Grace disappeared and the stairs seemed never to appear.
Then the ghost bird realized that the main manager was missing, but it was too late. He either walked back to the surface or sneaked up the stairs to look for the dazzling white light deep underground.
23 director
You study the familiar object again, or you think you are familiar with it. The lighthouse science seance makes you feel excited because of the scientific seance. Jack Severance has to go through every document carefully for three or four times. You force yourself to review the lighthouse history again.
Occasionally, you will see Henry’s face approaching from a distant place like a pale circle until you can list every disgusting detail. You don’t know what he means. You know you can’t ignore Henry easily, just like an unopened letter. Although everyone is sure that it is mediocre, it still makes you fidget.
Your aversion to them makes you as absent-minded as a child. You don’t want to impress them in your memory. You don’t want to grasp all the details, but you want to drive them away, delete them and make them disappear. You know that this annoyance has brought Saul a lot of anxiety, but what makes Saul feel this way?
There is no Henry, no Susan and no one on the list of scientific seances. It seems that the two of them can’t even find a trace of the photos. In the early investigation, all the members assigned to the forgotten coast recorded the cases, including their names and addresses, and they got the same answers after careful interviews. Scientific seances carried out daily research work-scientific supernatural combination. Before the first exploration team stumbled into the corridor leading to the area, everyone who knew something was trapped in the area and disappeared long ago.
What’s more troublesome is that Jack Severance and Jackie Severance have disappeared. The latter no longer appears in person, as if something new has attracted her attention or knows that you want to question her. With every word, she seems to disappear into the depths of the headquarters curtain, so you redouble your efforts to find her influence in the files, but if Lori is a ghost that haunts you, Severance is smarter. The ghost never appears.
Once again, you watch the first video of the exploration team to study the lighthouse, including the background and out-of-focus objects passing through the exploration team from intermittent time axis to the final photos. You once again examine the evolution process or degradation process of the lighthouse
Until one day grace dragged you aside and said, "That’s enough. You need to manage this institution, and others can see the documents."
"What others? Who do you say he is? " You yelled at her, but the horse regretted it.
But there is no "other" and you are running out of time. You must remember that the whole Nanjing Bureau is like a big scam. If you forget this, you are no longer a solution but a problem.
"Maybe you need a vacation." Grace said to you, "Maybe you need a different angle."
"You can’t do my job."
"I don’t want your fucking job." She’s holding back her anger and she’s about to explode. You kind of want to see her explode. You want to see what it’s like for Grace to be completely out of control, but if you force her to this point, you’ll lose her, too
Later, you take a bottle of bourbon to the roof. Grace is already sitting in a lounge chair. The Nanjing Bureau Building is like a huge and bulky ship. You can’t turn the steering wheel and you don’t know where the ship is going.
"Most of the time I have a mouth," you said to her. "Just remember that I am a heart."
She disdained, but let go of her arms and frowned. "This place is a fucking madhouse." Grace rarely swears except on the roof.
"Crazy Worker" Cheney is confused because of the lack of valid data. You retell his painful monologue just now. "Even a fallen oak tree can tell us where it came from. Newton will definitely say so, don’t you think? It must have a trajectory, and then you can go back to even the theory and find the location of this oak tree. "His expression is so vague that you can’t say that you can understand more than one third.
"Crazy workers and crazy white milk" Grace said that she was referring to those fixed white tents in the border command center of the South Border Bureau.
"Crazy white milkman", you shook a finger and said seriously, "But not as crazy as Hydrological Group"
After Cheney’s complaint, you read a report of the Hydrological Group, which is responsible for studying line waves and looking for extraterrestrial life signals. The headquarters has repeatedly suggested that you "cooperate" with them. They listen to the information from the stars-there are two narrow microwave bands, which are natural line wave sources that do not cover these two frequencies, corresponding to the wavelengths of hydrogen and hydroxide respectively, so they are called water holes, which is like taking a chance and expecting that his intelligent race will automatically tend to make this so-called "water hole".
"They were looking for something and slipped in through the back door—"
"Create a back door and go through it-"
"You look up and someone walks past you and steals your wallet," Grace giggled.
"Hydrology is not; They like to go through the back door. "Thank you." You deliberately said with a strong voice and handed the bordeaux. "You can’t just hit the shower head and shower the water slide."
You don’t know what you’re talking about, but Grace burst into laughter, and then Grace returned to normal. You can think again for a while. Henry and Susan think about talking dummies, think about dead atmosphere or think about fatal twins.
But in the same week, Grace saw you throw the folder at the opposite wall, and you had no excuse but to shrug your shoulders, saying that it was a series of bad days to see the doctor, the exploration preparation and the research work.
So you have to take some measures.
One month before the 12th exploration, you flew to Lori base, although it was your own idea, but you didn’t want to go on a business trip. Originally, you hoped to attract Lori to come to Nanjing Bureau for the last time. Everything around you-your office, the conversation in the corridor and the roof view of the building-showed a striking luster and clarity because you knew that you would not live long.
Before exploring, Lori is finally going to choose one of his technologies that is less invasive and send it to the headquarters. According to Severance, he likes to be a mentor and can help the exploration team. She assures you that biologists are subject to "minimal interference". The alienation of biologists is the only feature you want to upgrade. You want her heart to be as harmonious as possible. From all the reports, you feel that she may not need you to push the project history in this direction. No one has ever given up her name as willingly as she has.
Mild hypnotic suggestion is mainly for regional growth rather than "added value" as Lori said. He said that finding an adjustment method can make the hypnotized object want to carry out the suggested action to a certain extent-"a kind of cheating and stealing". You have read about the four stages of identifying the intensive deployment of indoctrination, but Grace has seen the expression of "revealing infection to suppress possession" by supernatural concept in his documents.
Lori’s attention is mostly focused on linguists. As a volunteer, he holds a radical view on the value of free will. You don’t know whether Lori wants to see more resistance or less resistance. Do you silently endure his brief introduction, his progress report and his taunting inquiry? He asks if you are willing to consider hypnosis, but the implication is that even if you try to stop it, there is no one.