I kidnapped an alien civilization

A tall boy was riding a bicycle, and a boy with a schoolbag sat in the back seat. From time to time, the tall boy uttered the sound of "beep."

Li Mo felt that he was really shameless and embarrassed.

Fortunately, the atmosphere of Yanda University is very open, and the students on the side of the road did not cast a strange look at them, and some girls even gave them a thumbs up.

Ten minutes. The most embarrassing ten minutes in Li Mo's life passed like this.

"Let's go, our class 4 dormitory is on the second floor." Da Fei wanted to reach out to grab Li Mo's hand, but he dodged it lightly. He decided to keep a distance of at least 5 centimeters from this strange counselor in the future.

"Hello, students!" Da Fei directly pushed away a dormitory. There are 4 bunk beds in the dormitory room. There is a bed on top and a desk on the bottom. The desk is full of books, and there is a huge cell structure diagram on the wall.

"Brother Fei is here, please take a seat." Several students in the dormitory who were reading immediately put down their books and stood up to greet them warmly. It seems that the prestige of this counselor among the students is not bad.

"Not busy, not busy." Da Fei waved his hands, "I have a big happy event to tell everyone today. You should call all the students from our class here, of course girls are fine."

"Come on, sit down." Da Fei helped Li Mo move a chair, "Today you are the protagonist."

After a while, the dormitory was full of students from Class 4.

Da Fei saw that it was almost time for people to come, so he said loudly: "Our class has welcomed a new student, everyone first chirp chirp chirp."

The students all started applauding, and Da Fei gestured to Li Mo with his eyes.

Li Mo was a little embarrassed, so he had to stand up and introduce himself: "Hello everyone, I am Li Mo who chooses to minor in biology."

"Li Mo, did you find Mo Xing's classmate?" Someone in the crowd recognized him and looked at him. "I heard that Li Mo is a classmate of our Department of Mathematics at Yanda University."

Still being discovered, Li Mo had no choice but to nod.

The students in the class were all passionate for a while.

"Our class has transferred a great god."

"Li Mo of Mo Xing, you are too good"

This Li Mo is very famous? Da Fei was a little confused when he saw the students' attitudes. At this time, a classmate took out a newspaper and handed it over. The newspaper published a large photo of Li Mo, with the words: Huaguo Scientist on the back.

Only then did Da Fei understand, and he was a little surprised and said: "Ah, boy, bring an art investment teacher."

Li Mo touched his head and said with a smile, "Biology is only a minor. I'm currently a graduate student."

Da Fei was not angry at his concealment, but clapped his hands and said: "As long as you enter Class 4, you will be my Da Fei's friend."

This "freshman meeting" ended under Li Mo's repeated requests. Da Fei was going to take Li Mo to the library on his bicycle, but he refused with the excuse that he wanted to exercise.

There are so many people in the library, Li Mo is ashamed to appear there with Da Fei riding a bicycle.

Li Mo, who walked out of the biological dormitory door with a "didi", dialed Dayong's mobile phone left in the Xiaoshan laboratory.

"Is everything normal in the laboratory?" Li Mo asked.

Dayong replied on the phone: "Everything is normal."

"That's hard work for you two, staying there all day." Li Mo felt that he cared too little for the laboratory, but he couldn't get away.

Dayong replied: "It's not hard, Mr. Ren has sent a professional security team to settle in."

"Professional security team?" Li Mo remembered that he had never made this request to Mr. Ren. Was it just a good intention?

After hanging up the phone, Li Mo pondered for a moment, and Mr. Ren from Weihua sent someone to the laboratory without saying hello. This kind of behavior made him feel that his privacy had been violated, especially the alien device that was always running in the laboratory.

Maybe it's time to organize your own team.

Western America.

Professor SMITH was driving alone on a desolate path. He frowned and muttered from time to time: "I'm doing this for country A, not committing a crime."

He had already driven more than ten kilometers on this small road, but he still hadn't reached the end, when suddenly a roadblock appeared in the middle of the road ahead.

SMITH breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door, and got out of the car.

He walked to the left side of the barricade and opened a well-concealed box containing a numeric keypad.

SMITH took out his mobile phone and dialed a confidential number, the call was connected, but no one spoke, only a mechanical female voice announced a set of numbers. He carefully entered the numbers into the keyboard, and the roadblock slowly rose.

After successfully passing the roadblock, Professor SMITH went on the road again. Through the rearview mirror, he saw that the roadblock had slowly fallen. He knew that when he entered the password just now, at least 5 guns were facing him.

Slowing down, he took a look at the mobile phone that was set aside. Sure enough, there was no signal at all, and the rumors were true. After passing the roadblock, he entered the satellite shielding area.

At this time, the common food crops on the roadside had been replaced by weeds. Professor SMITH regretted this visit a bit. He wanted to retreat, but he didn't know what he would face.

Just when he was hesitating, the road came to an end.

At the end of the road is a small white villa.

Before he could wait, he stopped the car, and the door of the villa opened slowly.

A young man in a black suit with earphones and sunglasses greeted him. The young man said into the earphones, "Boss, the guests are here."

Then he walked up to Professor Smith, "Follow me."

There are a few wild ducks swimming in the swimming pool of the villa, and the "quack" sound is the only sound in this villa.

The young man pushed open the door of the villa and made a gesture of invitation. Professor SMITH straightened his tie and stepped into the door. Sitting in the hall was an old man with a drip on his arm.

The door behind him closed silently, and the young man did not follow in.

The sun shines on the bohemian rug, and the pattern is very clear.

"Mr. J, here I come." Professor SMITH said softly to the old man who seemed to be asleep.

The ancient old man slowly opened his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and finally his voice came out: "Have you brought the materials?". The voice was hoarse and piercing, as if it had a magical power that penetrated into the hearts of the people.

Those few words made Professor SMITH tremble, and he took out a document from his bag and handed it over.

The old man didn't open the file, but stared at him and asked, "Are you sure?"

Professor SMITH felt as if he was being stared at by a hungry wolf, endured the fear in his heart, nodded and said: "Sure."

"Let's go." The old man closed his eyes again and lay back on the chair.

Professor SMITH bowed, and slowly walked backwards out of the hall.

Unknowingly, in just a few minutes, there was a lot of sweat on his forehead. He took out a handkerchief and wiped it off.