Jon said he left a present for Angel. mtl version will translate later

Angel didn't care about the gift at first until he opened the folder. When I saw the full of doc.u.ments, I realized how precious the gift his mentor had left him.

Jon transferred all the information stored in the chip in his mind to this folder.

Astronomy and geography, scientific items, literary novels, and even some cultural downturns, music recipes, and so on, can be found in folders.

In the past, Angel did not understand why his mentor, not only planting, architecture, cooking, but also knowledge of various disciplines. Now he understands that the earth's scientific and technological civilization has such a ability!

Everyone on earth is born with a parasitic chip. Parasitic chips, the equivalent of not online computers, can independently store a variety of data, and connect the brain to remember the hippocampus, permanently will not forget. Jon must have stored all kinds of information, and even if he traveled to another world, he would not let the fire of civilization go out.

Had it not been for the parasitic chips in Jon's mind, he might have sent the parasitic chips directly. After all, the parasitic chip is bound to the brain, will not be lost, and it is connected to the brain memory bank, which is equivalent to the ability to never forget.

But it's the same without parasitic chips. There is a holographic plate in, although the memory of the main points of knowledge is a little slow, can not directly connect the brain responsible for the memory plate of the hippocampus, but as long as persevere, erudite is also a matter of time.

With this in mind, Angel solemnly hid the holographic plate, which, for now, is worth more to him than anything else on him!

In this way, with the holographic plate, Angel's life has changed greatly.

He immerses himself in the world of holographic panels almost all day and night, putting it down only when he energizes the holographic plate (solar energy).

Instead of exploring the knowledge left by his mentor in the first place, Angel transferred several boxes of books he bought from Haiyue City, one of which was scanned to the tablet. As Jon said, knowledge is the most important thing for scholars. As a result, Angel would first think about putting books on the tablet.

The scanning process is not easy, although the holographic plate has a video camera, but after all, it is only in picture format. Although the system has the function of conversion between picture and text, it is limited to the text of the earth. The official text of the Canary Empire is not in the system.

In addition, the system only supports the earth text, Angel can only temporarily store all the pictures in one folder, when free, a copy will be translated into Chinese translation.

By the time he had scanned all the books and sorted them, it was a week later.

When Angel had finished scanning the books, there was nothing left to do. Coupled with the monotony of life at sea, the Allen brothers and sisters are practicing the guiding law, basically did not walk to him, Angel seems even more lonely and boring.

Simply, with a trace of curiosity, began to explore the data in the holographic plate.

At first, Angel also looked at the works of some of the Earth's famous scientists. Later, many of the data in many papers are only useful for the cosmic environment in which the Earth is located, so he sees less and just absorbs some of the ideas.

Later, the more extensive Angel dabbled, even occasionally idle, he opened the folder of literary entertainment, listened to the music of the earth, and looked at gra.s.sroots novels that did not involve literature.

After reading a lot of novels, Angel understood why the mentor shouted in the letter left to him, “living is better than the protagonist in the novel.”

The shameful words of “G.o.d is going to destroy me, I am going against this day; if G.o.d wants to stop me, I will kill this G.o.d”, embarra.s.sing the mystery that Angel sees. However, there are also travel novels written to his taste, Angel also read with relish. At least, the time is fine.

After reading a lot of literary novels, the more curious Angel is about the earth. I wish I had the opportunity to go to the metropolis of the earth to see what kind of scenery the prosperous high-tech world is. Angel does not know at this time, the folder cultural entertainment subcolumn, equipped with several thousand T film and television works, any urban drama, will be able to show him the scenery of the earth. Of course, that's the next word.

On this day, Angel recla.s.sified the folder of the holographic plate, divided the data into Earth and this chapter, and read another chapter, “Snow on Mount Kilimanjaro,” and was ready to go out for dinner.

But before he could get to the restaurant, he heard a sharp whistle ringing all over the s.h.i.+p.

One whistle after another, three long and two short, Angel immediately reacted, this is the Bauhinia martial law whistle!

When Angel realized what the whistle meant, he suddenly became serious, turned sharply, and strode back. Morrow mentioned before he got on board that once the whole s.h.i.+p was under martial law, everyone had better stay in their respective rooms.

On the way back, Angel now other talented people, most of them open the hatch to talk to each other, on the whole s.h.i.+p martial law, make all kinds of speculation.

Some say it was an attack by sea beasts, some say it was a storm, some said it hit a reef, and some said that the cloud whales in the sky were going to attack the Bauhinia. All kinds of guesses are, in general, not good guesses. Everyone's face, with a faint worry and fear.

In the vast sea, fear is common. What allows fear to acc.u.mulate infinitely is an unpredictable future.

Angel also has worries from the bottom of his heart, but he knows that no matter how worried, he does not have the ability to change himself, he can only silently pray that everything goes well.

Back in his cabin, Angel opened the little vent for the first time.

Through this small window, look out at the situation.

To Angel's disappointment, however, nothing could be seen outside the window.

I don't know when, there was a thick fog outside, and the visibility was less than ten meters.

“unknown” can always arouse people's boundless imagination. Angel is still a half-age, usually mature and independent, at this moment also began to be perturbed.

He kept telling himself that the martial law of the whole s.h.i.+p was caused by extreme fog, as long as the fog cleared, but he did not believe it himself. It was just that up to now, there was nothing he could do but to calm his restless heart with the best guesswork.

The hour hand in the wall clock, a little bit off.

Until nearly 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the fog outside remained intact, and the Bauhinia did not whistle for the lifting of martial law.

Nothing seems to have changed.

But just then, there was a sudden change.