Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1357 - 661: The Mudslide of the Academic Community

Chapter 1357: Chapter 661: The Mudslide of the Academic Community

At night, in the dinosaur world of Dahe Base, lights blazed like day, the roar of machinery, and the shouts of people made it seem as if the place had returned to the bustling period of its initial construction.

Yan Fei wielded an extra-large long knife, busily dissecting a small dinosaur.

This was a Stegosaurus, referred to as small only because it was diminutive compared to other large dinosaurs—it was, after all, only three to four tons. However, for regular people, that was already gigantic, something the workers aiding in the transport of the Stegosaurus’ limbs certainly didn’t disagree with.

Not far away, there lay a Tyrannosaurus that had already been dissected. The Tyrannosaurus, which once roared proudly over the forests and plains, was now nothing more than a pile of debris, incapable of exhibiting its ferocity. Even its massive body caused significant difficulties for the researchers, to the point where they had to use large construction machinery to drag around its body for study.

A group of recorders quietly discussed among themselves while rapidly jotting down notes from time to time.

With a squelch of a knife, the last part that needed dissecting was split in two. Yan Fei casually shook the blood off the blade, stuck the knife into the ground beside him, and began to help the laborers arrange the dissected dinosaur remains in order.

The researchers had become somewhat accustomed to this, or rather, they had grown numb to these enormous research samples. Shock is something that, once frequently experienced, eventually leads to composure.

Yan Fei brought in an Iguanodon and a Protoceratops the previous night. While everyone was shocked at various new findings, on his way back to human society, Yan Fei accidentally discovered a large Brachiosaurus that had just been hunted.

If a large herbivorous dinosaur is caught, a common situation is that, although it has already fallen and is powerless to resist, it remains alive—dinosaurs are too large for predators to deal a fatal blow and there’s also the danger of being counter-attacked. So predators create wounds on the prey, then pursue relentlessly, exacerbating the injuries until the prey is isolated and collapses, becoming their feast.

At such times, the excited carnivorous dinosaurs’ feeding becomes a painful and prolonged death procession for the prey.

Yan Fei, following the principle of not wasting what’s given, intervened to end the suffering of the Brachiosaurus, sparing it a great deal of torment. Of course, by doing so, he aimed to carry back some ’research material’ for the laborers to study—just how large the Brachiosaurus was needn’t be mentioned; suffice it to say that its heart alone weighed over 500 catties.

Once a person has seen a heart weighing more than 500 catties, remaining composed when encountering a dinosaur weighing several tons isn’t that difficult.

With so much ’material’, writing a few relevant articles was no more difficult than eating or drinking for these professionals accustomed to academic writing—the only detail they needed to manage was not to exceed the scientific research achievements of the human world by too much. Otherwise, waiting for researchers in the human world to reach the same conclusions would be akin to waiting till the cows come home.

In just two days, a group of laborers had drafted hundreds of papers, and this was just the beginning. An endless stream of more articles would follow.

Truly, it was too easy. Research in human society is based on bone fragments buried underground for tens or hundreds of millions of years that have turned to stone. In contrast, their research was based on living dinosaurs, to the point where even former laboratory security guards could contribute something.

So, when Liu JinXue, having finished subscribing to journals for Boss Yan, organizing the laboratory, and planning the upcoming work, came to report to Boss Yan, he found that Boss Yan had miraculously produced more than a dozen articles on dinosaurs—referred to as articles because using the word ’papers’ would be somewhat embarrassing for Boss Yan himself.

Looking at those articles, Liu JinXue felt uncertain.

He wanted to say that Boss Yan was spouting nonsense, but upon reading the articles from start to finish, if one did not consider the insufficiency of evidence in reality, each one was coherent, well-supported, and logical in its conclusion.

What was happening to the world?

Liu JinXue’s uncertainty grew as he read on.

Of course, he didn’t know that these were real researchers studying those bloody big bones. If anyone in human society could point out errors in their work, it would only mean one thing: that the person pointing out the errors was definitely mistaken.

You see, most of these researchers not only had more seniority than Old Liu, even those with less seniority than him wouldn’t have less experience—Liu JinXue’s former laboratory conditions couldn’t compare to the ones Boss Yan had carefully selected.

Yan Fei, noticing Liu Jin watching his articles, remembered something, "Brother, you’ve not been too busy these past few days, right? In two days, when I take Xiao Xing to school, come with me. I plan to visit a few journals; you can help me evaluate them."

Liu JinXue immediately snapped out of his bewilderment caused by the articles, "You’re going to spend money to publish articles again?"

"What do you mean ’spend money to publish articles’?" Yan Fei was displeased. "My publishing articles is for publishing articles, while seeking magazines for advertising is for business development, and some are for sponsorship, to support scientific research. Those aren’t the same, okay?"