I, Stone Golem, only want to forge.

Chapter 128 Was Your Ancestor a Navigation System?

Murphy then walked around the laboratory, looking at every corner.

Aside from the model, there's really nothing else noteworthy about this room.

However, if we have to say, it's not entirely without any traces.

Murphy crouched down and looked at the floor.

Near the wall, there were obvious signs of dismantling on the floor, the paint on the edges was scratched by tools, and the color of a few floorboards was different from the surrounding area, obviously something had been placed on them for a long time and then removed.

It can be vaguely inferred that this laboratory was not originally like this.

Those strange and out-of-place devices were all added later.

As for exactly when this so-called "later" happened, Murphy wasn't really sure.

However, considering the situation of the previous laboratories, this horrific place should be evacuated in batches.

The fact that the first three laboratories were in a state of disarray, ranging from clean to messy and then to littered with debris, demonstrates that the evacuation process occurred in a chronological order.

Based on the pattern of the evacuation order, this laboratory should be the last of the four laboratories to be evacuated.

Therefore, there should be three distinct states in this place.

Before the evacuation, during the incomplete evacuation, and now, as Murphy sees it.

It's unclear whether the previous researchers or some other organization turned the lab into this state.

Murphy was more curious about this.

Why would you deliberately do this kind of thing in this lab before evacuating?

It vaguely felt that this model and the strange bloodwood trees growing in this place might have some subtle connection.

After confirming once again that there was nothing new or unusual in the lab, Murphy straightened up and said to the relic merchant, "To the control room."

The relics merchant nodded and resumed leading the way.

It's less of a door and more of a series of stepped passageways.

First, a heavy metal door is opened, leading to a sealed waiting room. The waiting room is not large, just enough to accommodate three or four people standing side by side.

After the outer door behind you is closed and locked, the scanning device on the other door on the inner wall will light up and begin to verify your identity.

Moreover, during this waiting period, air carrying the smell of disinfectant will be blown out from the ceiling and the edges of the floor of the waiting room.

It is clearly a process of ventilation and disinfection.

This process was repeated three times.

Four sealed doors, three waiting rooms, and three rounds of ventilation and disinfection—the security is more stringent at each level.

Even with all these layers of security, Murphy's access was still granted without any obstacles.

No matter which door you approach, the light on the scanning device will brighten from dim to bright, flash a pale blue light, and with a ding-dong sound, the door will open.

Without any obstacles or additional confirmation steps, it easily passed through several doors and stood inside the control room.

Upon entering the control room, both Murphy and the Relic Merchant immediately sensed its uniqueness.

Previously, the house was only lit by a few dim energy-saving lights, which cast a yellowish and dim light.

But here it was brightly lit.

The ceiling lighting system was almost entirely operational, illuminating the entire control room with its cool white light.

The room is laid out in a fan shape, with the curved surface of the fan facing the direction of the pit.

A whole row of huge screens was installed along that curved wall.

The screen is still working, but its state is a bit strange.

It alternates between being transparent and snow-white, with a long row of consoles at the bottom of the screen.

Murphy lifted his gaze from the control panel and swept it across the wall above the control room.

There was a sign hanging there.

But Murphy paused slightly when he saw the words on the sign.

"Biosafety is the top priority in research."

There's nothing wrong with the slogan itself.

Placing it in an underground research facility to remind staff of biosafety is perfectly reasonable.

However, what Murphy was interested in was not the content of the slogan, but the font of the slogan, which he found extremely familiar.

The craftsman's memory of the part about Touch Technology came from a friend taking him on a visit.

The font on the sign was clearly the same font that the craftsman's friend usually used.

Of course, the presence of this font here does not necessarily mean that this place has a direct relationship with the craftsman's friend.

Given that friend's status and position in the previous era, he could very well have been the top person in charge of the biotechnology field. Therefore, it is reasonable to explain why his font was used uniformly when the people below made the signs.

But this godforsaken place is clearly for biological research.

Why did the heritage dealer say this place was a space project?

Am I lying to myself?

Murphy thought about it for a moment, then felt it didn't quite seem like it.

From the perspective of a heritage merchant, it makes no difference to him whether this place is a space project or a biological laboratory.

In any case, it's all about getting paid to guide people, whether it's to an abandoned space base or an abandoned biological laboratory, it doesn't involve any profit at all.

Lying about such trivial matters is pointless and can easily cost you your job if you're caught.

Could it be that the relic merchant only saw the huge pit and those large robotic arms outside and guessed it was a space project based on his own wild guesses?

Murphy turned to the relic merchant standing beside him, examining the control panel, and asked directly, "You said this place is a space project, how do you determine that?"

The heritage merchant fell silent for a moment when asked this question, as if he was considering something.

After a while, he finally chose to tell the truth: "It's not my judgment. My ancestors recorded it this way. It marked this place as the aerospace project, so I just said that."

This kind of intelligence source, which involves information passed down from his ancestors, is, frankly speaking, his livelihood.

In principle, it cannot be disclosed to outsiders.

For those in their line of work, intelligence sources are their competitive advantage.

But after glancing at Murphy and then at the sealed door behind him that Murphy had just easily opened, he quickly understood the situation.

This stone golem has far too much authority.

He'd been in this line of work for so many years and had never seen anyone in any historical site who could do what Murphy did—open all the doors to him without him even lifting a finger.

If you can build a good relationship with such a person, you might be able to turn your small rice bowl into a big one.

So he decisively continued, revealing everything that needed to be explained: "In the records left by my ancestors, this place is marked as an unfinished space facility," he said, "I was just referring to it according to the markings; I wasn't lying."

"Did your ancestors mark many of these places?"

Murphy asked with some curiosity, showing interest in the intelligence system of the heritage merchant family.

"It shouldn't be a matter of how much or how little."

The Relics Merchant thought for a moment and tidied his words, "As long as this building has records from previous civilizations, I should be able to find similar markings here."

The major facilities of the pre-civilization were documented during their construction and operation, so most of the facilities with documented records, regardless of whether they were completed or not, are noted in my ancestors' records.

"Wasn't your ancestor a GPS navigator?" Murphy asked casually.

Modern civilization does not have the concept of navigation.

So after asking the question, it had already prepared in its mind how to explain the meaning of the word "navigation".

Think about it, lest the merchants of the relics don't understand.

However, the relics merchant's next reply rendered all of Murphy's prepared explanations useless.

"Ah—you actually know my ancestors' names?"

The relics merchant's tone suddenly rose a notch, his voice revealing undisguised astonishment.

After asking the question, I felt even more fortunate.

He was glad that he had just made the decisive choice to tell the stone man everything without hiding anything.

With such high privileges, they can move freely within this pre-civilized facility;

He even knew the official names of his ancestors in distant times—this Stone Man's background was clearly far beyond his comprehension. Regardless of Murphy's true identity, he realized he had truly latched onto an incredibly powerful patron this time.

Murphy stood there, feeling an itch on its head. It instinctively raised its stone hand and scratched the back of its head, its gaze vacant for a moment.

For a moment, I didn't know how to continue the conversation.

The main problem is that it doesn't quite understand why navigation systems are considered the ancestors of navigation systems.

No matter how broad the term "ancestor" may be, it must still involve a blood relationship or a generational relationship, right?

No matter how advanced navigation is, it's still a world apart from the reality of having children.

But Murphy had another thought.

I remembered those strange anthropomorphic designs I'd seen in the box before.

Looking back now, it's astonishing how people in that era took it for granted to anthropomorphize navigation systems.

So, theoretically speaking, is it not entirely impossible to have a child?

Forget it.

Murphy ultimately decided to put the matter aside in his mind.

It cleared the question of whether navigation systems could reproduce from its mind and instead started thinking about something more practical.

According to what the heritage merchant just said.

In other words, navigation has not only survived to this day, but is still functioning in some sense.

Otherwise, where would the relic merchants find the marking information of various pre-civilization relics on this continent?

We can't just rely on flipping through paper files, can we?

Even if a large number of paper archives are preserved, it is unlikely that the information needed can be quickly found through manual searching.

The fact that this can be achieved indicates that the core database of the navigation system is still operational, or at least that the retrieval function has not been paralyzed.

Of course, it's hard to say whether other functions will still work or how much accuracy will remain.

But in any case, at least it wasn't completely paralyzed and still maintains a basic framework.

So Murphy asked, "Is your ancestor in hibernation?"

"Yes, sir."

The heritage merchant answered quickly, and his attitude was much more respectful than before.

"By the way, were your ancestors female or male?"

Murphy asked another question.

He asked this question quite seriously. He now has some inexplicable views about people from the previous era, especially regarding the anthropomorphism of things.

"Well----"

The relics merchant paused slightly at the question, seemingly recalling one of the few remaining artifacts from his family concerning his ancestors.

Body record.

"Our race reproduces asexually, but if we had to be specific, in terms of a simulated human form, its primary image would be a young woman with white hair and red eyes—so it should be considered female?"

White hair. Red eyes. Young girl.

The simultaneous appearance of these three words inexplicably brought Ling Ya's image to Murphy's mind.

Lingya's appearance is that of a young girl with white hair and red eyes, which is quite similar to the description given by the heritage merchant.

Coincidence?

Murphy was unsure, and after a moment of silence, he asked the relics merchant for a piece of paper and a pen.

On a whim, he actually drew Ling Ya's appearance on the paper.

Murphy handed the painting to the heritage dealer and asked, "Is this what it looks like?"

The heritage dealer took the paper, looked down at it, and asked with some surprise, "You know my ancestor?"

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