Chapter 167 Space Channel

Actually, reading manuscripts on the school radio station and posting announcements on the local Cosmic Channel weren't all that different; essentially, they were both lost and found notices. With this thought, Hao Ren successfully maintained a peaceful state of mind and quickly uploaded the images.

Thankfully, he had made preparations in the Dream Plane, leaving behind a lot of image data when searching for that spaceship, including parts of the spaceship's exterior and interior structure, and even a short video: a snapshot of Lily waving her claws towards the crack in the spaceship. This data should help the various civilization circles locate the spaceship's origin. At this moment, more and more participants were pouring into the channel, including inspectors stationed throughout the universe and spokespersons from various civilization circles. Hao Ren could easily distinguish them, not only because each spokesperson's name had a special suffix, but also because of their different speaking styles: most civilization circle spokespersons were accustomed to very orthodox, official, and rigid ways of speaking, because they were representatives of their respective civilization circles, and most of them were a group of elderly civil servants. As employees of the authorities, they had already adopted this rigid way of speaking as an iron rule when dealing with foreign affairs, especially when facing a behemoth like the Xi Ling Empire. The inspectors, on the other hand, basically spoke more casually. Hao Ren thought about his own situation and felt that this was the consistent standard for selecting talents by Raven 12345, which was to try to find someone whose brainwave was consistent with her...

How sad, in order to slander his own superior, Hao Ren had to admit that he was a simpleton...

The data terminal helped monitor the information in all the public channels. Some channels were managed by the Empire, while others were the local universe's various civilization circles' own data networks. These data networks ranged from a single star system to the entire galaxy. They were built with various technologies, with superluminal communication satellites or magic conduit towers as their cornerstones. Each data network was the pride of its civilization circle. And within these data networks, more and more information was gradually appearing. They were the responses of various civilization circles to the announcement issued by Hao Ren. Some of the faster-reacting races had quickly passed resolutions and broadcast search warrants across the entire network. Those pictures that Hao Ren had taken with a desolate background and terrible angles were spreading throughout the universe...

Incidentally, Lily's propeller tail also spread out.

A long time ago, Hao Ren had a dream, which was to publish books and establish a biography, so that his words could be spread out and seen by more people. He felt that this would be considered bringing glory to his ancestors. However, later, the Chinese teacher earnestly told him that there were two things hindering his development, namely his left hand and his right hand—at that time, Hao Ren's dream was shattered. But now he found that his dream had been realized in a way that far exceeded his initial expectations: not only were his words spread out, but they were also spread to the entire universe, and were instantly translated into more than 26,000 languages. At the latest, by tomorrow afternoon, his announcement would be further disseminated, reprinted on aliens' major newspapers and street advertisements, and posted in various places.

"This should be found soon, right?" Hao Ren looked at the busy scene in the data link, and while marveling at his own appeal, he also had some expectations. He felt that the problem of that spaceship should be solved soon, and possibly even before Hilda returned home.

The data terminal thought for a while and still poured cold water on it: "It'll probably take a few more days. Don't look at how lively the information is spreading, but this universe is vast. Some civilizations' superluminal communication technology isn't that developed. The spaceship we found looks like a mass-produced work boat, which may be used on a large scale in some star regions. Many races won't register every such spaceship – they may need a few days to collect information from various private starports, including those remote deep-space starports that even superluminal communication satellites can't reach. And then they have to screen this information again. Even so, more than ninety percent of what is eventually sent to you should be false information.”

Hao Ren oh-ed, he didn't quite understand what the principle of superluminal communication was, but he knew that this was one of the important indicators that defined whether a civilization had truly entered the stage of space. For many races that had just stepped into the great universe, this was still a cutting-edge thing. At this time, two pieces of information were identified by the system as important intelligence and pushed to Hao Ren, one from the Dan-Tuin civilization circle and the other from the Campbell civilization circle. These two civilization circles had discovered spaceship models in their official starship registration database that were very similar to the data submitted by Hao Ren. The spokesperson of the Dan-Tuin civilization circle mentioned in the postscript: "...The recorded procurement data has been sorted out. In the past fifty years, we have ordered more than three hundred of this type of spaceship through official channels, and there are even larger-scale, unregistered private procurements in the private sector..."

The Campbell civilization circle's procurement scale was even larger. This was a young race with endless enthusiasm for space technology. Their control over civil aviation was extremely loose. A Campbell customs officer stated after investigating the database that their private sector had purchased at least thousands of this type of spaceship – possibly even more.

After comparing the reports from various places, the data link server determined that only these two civilization circles had purchased and used that kind of crashed spaceship on a large scale, so they were the most likely.

But more in-depth information would have to wait slowly.

Of course, Hao Ren also posted the photos of the little green men in the spaceship, but these photos had limited effect: many space civilizations worked in teams. An interstellar spaceship might have crew members from all over the world, and even a local captain leading a hundred alien employees. So those little green men on the spaceship didn't explain anything.

It was a pity that the spaceship's database had been damaged, otherwise it would have been much easier to find its origin.

Hao Ren also released the "sea urchin combat robot" that he brought out of the Dream Plane, which was the metal ball covered in armed tentacles. The space in the basement was still large enough to accommodate this metal ball. He asked the data terminal to fly around this thing and take pictures, adding the pictures to the announcement's attachments to see who made it. But he quickly received responses from all parties: this kind of sea urchin combat robot was not a military product of any civilization circle. It looked like a security robot made by a private company, and it would be even more difficult to investigate.

...A blossoming space civilization stage, as noisy as the Tongxian dog market.

"Whew, let's go back and wait. There won't be any new news for a while." After the data terminal processed the data from the first data peak, it humanely let out a sigh and floated around in the air.

"Well, keep an eye on things these days, and notify me as soon as there's any news. It's unsettling to have that spaceship sunk under the Blood Lake," Hao Ren nodded and stood up, then looked strangely at a certain "coffin" next to him, "Speaking of which, when can Hilda come out? She's been lying in there for...more than an hour, right?"

"It's been more than two hours," the data terminal replied, "Just wait a little longer. Scanning traversers is the most troublesome. Not only do you have to scan, but you also have to constantly compare it with the upper-level database. Sometimes it's found all at once, and sometimes it takes several hours of back and forth."

Hao Ren was stunned, thinking that time really flew when he was immersed in his work.

He and the data terminal just waited there. Yizhaks even came down to check the situation in the middle. Finally, when Hao Ren was about to fall asleep, the hibernation pod finally made a "ding" sound. Hilda was cooked... uh, she was awake.

The elven queen sat up from the hibernation pod, looking curiously at Hao Ren: "Is the scan finished?"

Before Hao Ren could say anything, the data terminal shouted: "It's over, it's over – hurry up and go up, we've been waiting for you for a long time."

Hilda blinked: "Was it a long time? I felt like it was just the blink of an eye."

Hao Ren spread his hands: "Almost three hours, if you lie down for a while longer, we'll be having dinner."

Hilda oh-ed, simply understanding it as alien high technology and no longer pursuing it. She straightened her wrinkled clothes as she walked and asked, "When can I go back?"

Hao Ren asked the data terminal to check. Hilda's name was already on the list of the Time and Space Administration's Transversal Management Group. The status was written as "Order Processing," and it stated that a reply would be given within two working days (capital standard time). He told Hilda to rest assured – but it was unknown how much reassurance this elven queen could actually have.

After working in the basement for three hours, it was almost dark outside when Hao Ren came up. The daylight in winter always faded early. It wasn't even five o'clock yet, but a ray of golden sunset was already shining obliquely into the living room. Nangong Wuyue placed a washbasin on the coffee table in a position where it could be illuminated by the sun. There was half a basin of water and a large stone in the washbasin. Doudou was lazily lying on the stone, basking in the sun. The little guy's shiny tail reflected a golden-red glow in the sunlight, as beautiful as a bonsai.

And next to the coffee table, Lily and Vivian seemed to have had another conflict for some reason, and were staring at each other with wide eyes.

Hao Ren's head was already full of trivial matters, and he immediately felt a headache when he saw the two of them like this again: "What's wrong with you two again?"

Lily swished out her two claw blades: "The bat said she wanted to give my weapons names. This ice one is called Frostmourne."

"That's pretty good." Hao Ren couldn't understand why they could even quarrel about this.

Lily's ears twitched: "But I can't understand why she named this fire one Joy of Fire..."

Hao Ren: "..."

After a long silence, Hao Ren finally reacted: "How bored do you two have to be!"

Vivian was still unhappy: "I was being very serious – she doesn't have to use these two names if she doesn't like them, but she insisted that I insulted her wolf dignity..."

Hao Ren waved his hands with a headache, indicating that he was too lazy to get involved in this dog and bat fight, but looking at Vivian's face, he suddenly remembered another important thing: "By the way, Vivian, there's something I want to ask you..."