I kidnapped an alien civilization

"Is it time, Breeder?"

"The time has come, stargazer."

"Is it time, stargazer?"

"The time has come, fisherman."

"Is it time, Fisherman?"

"It's time, Postman."

The farmer committed suicide by jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge!

The breeder died, he jumped from the roof of the animation center!

The stargazer died, and he hung himself on the pole of the dance studio with a red ribbon!

The fisherman is dead, he is in the middle of the sea, gouging the raft!

silently

In the whole human civilization, 4.4 babies are born every second, and the death of four civilization individuals seems insignificant.

Only the postman survived. He carried the letter from Anatolia to the Rocky Mountains in New Mexico.

Wild mountain biking rides the rugged trails to the end of the roughest trails.

At the end of the road, there is a steep rock wall with a height of more than 20 meters.

Without a trace of hesitation.

The postman took out a bundle of climbing ropes from the suitcase behind the motorcycle and rushed straight to the rock wall.

Monkey-like agility.

The postman who climbed the rock face saw a dark cave in front of him. He looked at the cave, and the cave looked at him.

There was no trace of fear in the postman's eyes.

In the sun, he took off all the clothes on his body, such as coat, shirt, and trousers. Then he folded them neatly, put them under a small tree, and pressed a small stone on it.

The naked postman, enduring the friction of the sharp rocks under his feet, walked into the cave.

The cave was pitch black, and the smell of damp and decay came to the face. The postman carefully walked around the sharp rocks on the ground.

The rustling of leaves disappeared, the chirping of birds disappeared.

There is only silence around my ears.

I don't know how long I walked, was it an hour, or ten hours?

In the dark and silent cave, time seemed to stop passing.

Just when the soles of the postman's feet were covered with tiny cracks, a ray of light appeared in the depths of the cave.

The appearance of the bright light did not bring the postman the slightest surprise. He walked into the bright light expressionlessly, and there was a stone room in the bright light.

The walls of the stone chamber are so smooth that no trace of man-made traces can be found.

On this smooth plane, countless copper wires are intertwined finely.

It's a metal mesh!

The metal mesh completely covered the entire stone room, shining golden in the bright light.

In the golden color, a seemingly young youth is sitting cross-legged on the ground.

The postman looked solemn.

"High Priest, a letter from my hometown." He rolled the letter into a cylinder, stuffed it through the tiny gap in the metal mesh, and then prostrated his whole body on the ground.

The young man's eyelids trembled slightly, and he frowned, as if he was waking up from an endless sleep.

After a long time, he finally opened his eyes, with strange blue eyes shining: "How long has it been since my hometown sent a letter?"

"81 years!" The postman gave an accurate number without any hesitation.

"That's right, last time it was because of those disobedient Italian troops." The young man stood up, picked up the letter from the ground, and tore open the envelope casually.

Inside the envelope was only a palm-sized leaf with strange symbols painted on it.

Obviously, the High Priest who is the recipient of the letter can fully understand these weird symbols. He frowned, as if he was not satisfied with the information expressed by the weird symbols.

"A strange Chinese man disturbed the peace of my hometown."

"Chinese people?"

The high priest gently threw the leaf under his feet, his eyes were full of oldness that did not match his age: "Who is this Huaguo man?"

His casual attitude seemed to assume that the prostrate man knew everything.

Aware of the gaze of the high priest, the postman trembled unconsciously: "Zhu Hai, he is Professor Li Mo's bodyguard."

"However, he probably didn't find anything. Since you specifically stated that you are not allowed to take actions against Professor Li Mo, the peripheral organizations under our control did not take action."

"Just...just" At this point, the postman faltered, with a drop of cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

The corner of the young man's mouth was raised, and a strange smile appeared on his face: "Did someone from my hometown do it?"

The postman nodded, "This time, the guardian did it himself, using blood red."

"It is said that the order was personally issued by my hometown."

"Scarlet?" The strange smile on the young man's face was completely blooming: "I haven't heard this name for many years."

"My hometown is really forgetful. In just 81 years, has he completely forgotten my ban?"

"Or, my hometown is really old. Has his brain become the same as that of a paramecium after more than 5,000 years?"

"Which one do you say is more likely?"

The high priest posed the question to the postman.

The expression of fear on the postman's face was even worse. Big beads of sweat dripped on the rocky ground, making a faint sound, which was particularly ear-piercing in the silence.

"High Priest, my hometown will always be your most loyal servant."

"Perhaps, in the past thousand years, you have paid little attention to the development of the ethnic group, and the old man is a bit overstepping."

"Maybe."

The young man watched him try his best to explain with some playfulness. After a while, this playfulness turned into a lack of interest, and he waved his hand lazily.

"I know that his mission in this life has already been determined at the moment when his hometown was born in the midst of thunder and lightning, and he was born in his own hands."

"only."

Endless loneliness appeared on the young man's face.

"Only when will I be able to get out of this cage!"

The postman was prostrate on the ground, motionless, knowing that the High Priest was about to tell secrets that no one should know.

He believes that no one person or country has the ability to imprison the High Priest on Earth. Those Kaka tribes with sharp spears 5000 years ago did not have this ability; 5000 years later, the M country with 13 large aircraft carrier formations did not have this ability either.

Only the high priest himself can imprison himself!

As for the reasons behind it, even the hometown with a lifespan of more than 5,000 years is not clear.

He is just a postman, his only duty is to deliver messages, and he should not hear any secrets, he hopes in his heart.

Fortunately, the young man seemed to have heard the expectation in his heart and heaved a long sigh.

"How did the guardian deal with the aftermath?"

"Every time you use Crimson, you need to recover it from the corpse so that it can grow."

aftermath? The postman understood instantly, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "There is no need to deal with the aftermath."

"No need to deal with the aftermath?" A surprised expression appeared on the young man's face for the first time.

The postman smiled wryly and said, "According to the monitored information, Hai did not die on Thursday."

"No death?" The surprise on the young man's face was even worse, "Scarlet didn't take his life?"

"Shouldn't it?"

"What went wrong?"

Mistakes are absolutely not allowed. This is the motto that young people can survive to this day.

Aware of his doubts, the postman said: "The plan is perfect. The guardian sent by my hometown wrapped the scarlet in the tiniest ice crystals, and then shot the ice crystals into Zhou Hai's calf."

He tried his best to describe the whole process in detail, because any omission may lead to errors in the judgment of the high priest, and it is impossible for the high priest to make mistakes.

"It is foreseeable that Zhou Hai, who was not aware of it, will fall into a coma after 12 hours and die after 48 hours."

"My hometown specially arranged two sets of eyes for monitoring. 12 hours later, Zhou Hai, who had just returned to China, collided with a lady at the airport and was sent to the hospital."

"Because of the cameras all over there, the eyes didn't go into the hospital, they chose to wait."

"Unfortunately, this kind of waiting did not bear fruit. After 48 hours, there was no news of death in the hospital."

"Ninety-six hours later, Zhou Hai, who was alive and kicking, appeared at the door of the hospital."

"At this point, the task record is over."

Changes are always hidden in the subtleties!

"During the 48 hours in the hospital on Thursday, who did Hai have contact with?" A feeling of curiosity rose in the young man's heart, which had not been seen for hundreds of years. He even once thought that he had lost interest in what was happening on Earth.

"A total of 51 people have come into contact with Zhou Zhouhai, including Professor Li Mo, Wang Jiayi, and Academician Wu." Obviously, the postman has an excellent memory, and he proficiently recited a long list of names. Grandma is also among them.

"Academician Wu, it shouldn't be him. Although he is an authority in the medical field, he is only an authority among humans. He is far from being able to kill Hong Hong without harming the patient's body."

"5,000 years ago, a larva Scarlet almost took my life. Its horror far exceeds the cognition of humans on Earth."

"Wang Jiayi, the daughter of a wealthy businessman, the founder of the short video Shaking Hands. It's impossible."

Perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, the postman left the name that appeared first on the list last.

"Professor Li Mo. You are the last possibility." The young man muttered to himself with a puzzled expression.

Eliminate all the impossible, and the remaining impossible is also the truth!

The young man lowered his head and clenched his fists:

"Is it really you?"

"Professor Li Mo!" He was not willing to accept this result, but he gladly accepted the only possibility.

This may also be a kind of cosmic law.

"And then?" The high priest raised his head.

"Then." The postman showed a confused look on his face, he couldn't understand what the master meant.

"Where did Hai Hou go on Thursday?"

"He returned to Li Mo's side and continued to serve as the bodyguard."

"Or went somewhere else?" The young man had to explain the problem in more detail.

Only then did the postman understand, and he quickly replied: "According to the report from the eyes, Zhou Hai appeared in a factory in the southwest of China shortly after returning to Mozi Technology with Professor Li Mo. His duty is to train the newly joined security guards. personnel."

The surprised expression appeared on the young man's face again: "Tsk tsk, it really is the kind Professor Li Mo!"

"Should I personally send someone to get rid of Zhou Hai?" The postman boldly suggested, "Although he didn't find any clues this time, it's hard to guarantee."

The young man frowned: "Solve it?"

"Thursday's sea is not the key to the problem."

"Since he finds nothing, let him go."

Why is the high priest's heart so kind this time?

300 years ago, a group of European explorers strayed into tribal territory and became food for crocodiles.

Sixty years ago, the courier in charge of information transmission was hit and killed by a speeding car while performing his mission. Letters recording the secrecy were sent to a police station in London. On the same day, a prisoner riot occurred in this police station. The prisoner accidentally ignited the gunpowder magazine. None of the 316 people in the police station survived.

"And what about Professor Li Mo?" The postman asked again. He had also organized several limited attacks against the Chinese, but the results were not satisfactory. Just as the postman was about to mobilize the guardians and continue to complete the attack mission, he received a ban issued by the high priest.

Hearing Li Mo's name, a look of envy mixed with sympathy appeared on the young man's face. He turned around and said, "The time is coming, let us continue to wait."

"I'm really looking forward to it."

"The ban remains in effect. Without my order, no one from the tribe is allowed to approach Professor Li Mo!"

"Including my hometown!" After saying this, he waved his hands wearily.

Seeing this gesture, the postman knew that the task of delivering the letter had been completed, and he stepped back into the darkness.

The young man muttered to himself: "Have you discovered a trace of the truth?"

"It's really exciting!"

Science fiction is not fantasy!