I kidnapped an alien civilization

In the dark ventilation duct, a conversation is going on that is considered enough to save all human beings by the later earth civilization recorders.

Wu Sanwei: "You, a second-generation ancestor, how did you become a special commissioner of the Earth Defense Agency?"

Shadowman: "."

Wu Sanwei: "What's your name?"

Shadow Man: "Wang Di."

Wu Sanwei: "What a rustic name."

Shadowman: "Believe it or not, I'll eat you!"

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Through a simple conversation, Wu Sanwei understood that the shadowy man named Wang Di in front of him was indeed a special commissioner of the Earth Defense Bureau. The reason for joining was unknown, but the whole process was not pleasant, because Wang Di always gnashed his teeth when he mentioned Professor Li Mo.

"Let's get to the point, why are you taking the risk to contact me?" Wu Sanwei asked bluntly.

Shadowman Wang Di lowered his voice: "Alarm clock!"

An alarm clock is a clock with an alarm device, which can not only indicate the time, but also send out sound signals or other signals according to people's predetermined time. It is very common in human daily life.

Wu Sanwei's face changed drastically.

"Professor Li Mo asked me to ask you, where is the alarm clock?" Wang Di continued to ask.

Wu Sanwei shook his head: "I don't know."

The expression was uneasy: "I only know the existence of the alarm clock, but its space coordinates will change dynamically at regular intervals. Professor R did not analyze the dynamic coordinate equation before he died."

"oh"

"This is troublesome"

"Professor Li Mo must be in trouble"

"very good!"

Wang Di was not angry because he didn't get the coordinates, but gloated in his words.

"Since there are no coordinates, my mission is considered complete."

"Goodbye, poor insect!"

As he said that, he turned around, curled up strangely, and burrowed deep into the ventilation duct.

This second-generation ancestor saved himself for the alarm clock.

Could it be that the Earth Defense Agency is preparing to launch an attack on Shenshan? Only then will they care so much about the existence of the alarm clock.

Thinking of this, Wu Sanwei cursed in his heart, "I'm looking for more trouble!", but couldn't help shouting: "Wang Di, I know where the coordinates are!"

Wang Di's squirming body immediately stopped in place, and remained motionless for a long time, as if he had fallen into hesitation.

His hesitation just confirmed what Wu Sanwei thought in his heart: the reason why this second-generation ancestor became a spy of the Earth Defense Bureau was forced!

"Ma Dan!" Wang Di cursed fiercely, his body twisted strangely in the pipe, and turned back.

"Boy, you better not say that the alarm clock is in the high priest's stone room!"

"In that case, I will swallow you first, and then jump into the white mist, let that kid Li Mo eat dirt!"

It seems that the Earth Defense Agency has tightly controlled this second-generation ancestor. Wu Sanwei is determined.

He mentioned a place that made Wang Di furious even though it was not a stone chamber: "Altar!"

"The dynamic coordinates of the alarm clock are engraved on the inner wall of the altar!"

"Madan!"

"Fack!"

"Assi!"

Wang Di cursed in the darkness, and he seemed to calm down after a long time, his two green eyes blinking.

"Ma Dan, it looks like I'm doomed this time!"

"Fang you have to live well"

square? Is it the name of an earthling? male? female?

Wu Sanwei seemed to understand why this second-generation ancestor would work for Earth humans.

After muttering to himself in a low voice, Wang Di asked, "How did you determine that the coordinates of the alarm clock are engraved on the inner wall of the altar?"

"Is this information accurate?"

Wu Sanwei smiled wryly, "Sorry, I can't tell you for now."

"But the information should be accurate."

"After all, I know information like "alarm clock" that even your second-generation ancestors don't know."

"You" Wang Di seemed speechless.

Wu Sanwei: "Although I know the existence of the altar, I have no idea where the altar is or how to sneak in."

"You know, in Shenshan, a slave cannot be known that he knows too much."

"Oh." Wang Di sneered, "It's fortunate that you are cautious by nature and didn't look for it."

"Otherwise, with the name "altar", you have already become food."

"The altar is located in the largest cave in the middle of the underground cavity. There is a thick copper door blocking it. It is the place where ancestors offer sacrifices to ancestor spirits."

"Besides the stone chamber, it is the most sacred place in the holy mountain. It is heavily guarded on weekdays, and it will only be opened on the day of the great sacrifice."

"Even if it is turned on, I am only a second-generation ancestor, and I am not qualified to approach the altar."

"It is absolutely impossible to peek into the inner wall of the altar during the sacrifice!"

Is this second-generation ancestor retreating in the face of difficulties or retreating to advance?

Wu Sanwei let out a long sigh on purpose: "In this case, then I can be a slave with peace of mind and concentrate on studying foreign proteins. Maybe God will give me the gift of taking a spaceship together and leaving the earth?"

"You!" Sure enough, Wang Di was furious: "How could our ancestors take insects like you along with us? The day your parent starship departs is the day you die!"

"Well, there is still half a month to go, which is the Thanksgiving Day of the ancestors, which is the day when they first landed on the earth." Wang Di thought for a moment and thought of an idea: "On Thanksgiving Day, the ancestors will open the altar , everyone in the holy mountain must go to pay homage to the ancestor spirit."

"Jieshi, find a way to get the dynamic coordinates yourself!"

Wang Di's seemingly evasive approach made Wu Sanwei's eyes brighten. After all, this is an opportunity!

"Boy, that's all I can do. If I do more, my ancestors may find out." Wang Di continued to persuade: "If you don't want the earth to be destroyed, you'd better seize this unique opportunity and get the coordinates."

After speaking, he turned his head and crawled deep into the ventilation duct.

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Wu Sanwei sat in the dark.

One after another, the incomparably exquisite plans flashed across his mind like shooting stars, and immediately turned into ugly stones one after another.

A slave cannot approach the altar of the slave master under any circumstances.

He believed that if there was any change in himself, those gray robes would not hesitate to tear himself apart and treat them as the most primitive sacrifices to comfort their ancestors.

But the dynamic coordinates of the alarm clock cannot be obtained, and the human beings on the earth are bound to be destroyed!

These are the last words of Professor Jon on his deathbed!

Wu Sanwei was convinced.

Professor Jon, Wu Sanwei's mentor, the most famous high-energy physicist on Earth, he wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, has a thin figure, and the messy beard on his lips makes him look a bit more unruly.

He wears a gray suit all year round, speaks with a strong German accent, and likes all kinds of mechanical clocks.

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When Wu Sanwei was "guided" into Professor Jon's office by the man in gray robe, he could clearly see a little sadness in the professor's eyes. Although this sorrow is like a meteor, it is fleeting, but it is deeply engraved in Wu Sanwei's heart.

Professor Jon is not satisfied with the SA gate.

This dissatisfaction was beyond words. At that time, Professor Qiao En stood up, stroked his glasses with his hand, stared at Wu Sanwei for a long time, and said to the man in gray robe, "Get out!"

"This child will be my student from now on!"

What is strange is that the gray-robed man, who has always been aloof, turned around and left without saying a word.

Professor Jon is not afraid of the gray-robed man!

Wu Sanwei originally thought that the mentor that the SA gate was looking for for him was also an existence like himself, a slave of God, but the professor in front of him was obviously not a slave, or he could not be a slave.

From that moment on, he had a strong interest in this professor who could not be a slave, and would often go to the professor's office to discuss issues.

After a long time, Wu Sanwei discovered that there are many mysteries about Professor Jon.

his age!

From the outside, Professor Jon still has gray hair, but the wrinkles on his face are not dense, his voice is loud, and he is tall and straight when he walks. He should not be more than 60 years old.

But Wu Sanwei found something unusual in an old photo hanging on the wall.

In this old photo, more than a dozen young men in Japanese German military uniforms surround a big iron clock. Most of these Chinese military officers are smiling, as if they are proud of the work in front of them. There is only one young man in the same military uniform in the corner His face was expressionless, and there was even an unconcealable sadness in his eyes.

Although the photo is old and yellowed, it looks old, but Wu Sanwei can still clearly recognize that the "misfit" military officer is the young Professor Qiao En.

Although Professor Jon's complexion is dull now, fine lines appear around the eyes, the smile lines on both sides of the nose deepen, and the flesh near the cheekbones moves down, which seems to have changed a lot, but the coordinates of the key points of the face, eyes, ears, nose and throat have hardly happened. Variety.

Then the problem arises: the military officer in the photo looks in his 20s, and the current Professor Jon looks in his 60s, and there is a 50-year age difference between the two.

However, it has been more than a hundred years since the fall of the Japanese Germany!

Professor Jon in front of him is rare to be 150 years old?

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Wu Sanwei who discovered the abnormality did not say anything, but carefully hung the old photo on the wall. He knew that this might be the professor's secret.

People who like to reveal other people's secrets are often unpopular.

What's more, he also hoped that Professor Jon could help him fight against the gray-robed man.

But since then, Wu Sanwei has paid more attention, and mysteries have surfaced one after another.

The language Professor Jon uses is an Old German English.

He keeps an antique shotgun in his closet.

He likes to eat Bavarian sausage.

He had a little terrier named "Hitler".

Wu Sanwei even discovered that Professor Jon didn't care about spying on his secrets!

Once, he suddenly heard a person who looked very similar to an officer in the photo, and he couldn't help sneaking into the professor's office while the professor was teaching the students.

As soon as he took the photo in his hand, the door was pushed open from the outside with a "crash", and Professor Jon was standing outside the door.

Wu Sanwei suppressed the fear in his heart, and his brain quickly compiled reasonable excuses to explain this unreasonable behavior.

"Oh, that kid in the photo is called Heisenberg." Professor Jon glanced at the portrait under his finger.

"Heisenberg?" Wu Sanwei resisted the shock in his heart. It wasn't that he didn't know the name, but he was shocked that Heisenberg would appear in this photo.

Werner Karl Heisenberg, a famous German physicist, the main founder of quantum mechanics, a book "Physical Foundations of Quantum Theory" opened the mystery of microscopic motion, won the Nobel Prize in Physics, He is the most important theoretical physics and atomic physicist of the 20th century.

Most importantly, he is also the general director of the German atomic bomb research program!

It's unimaginable that such a big man would appear in the same photo as Professor Jon.

Professor Jon seemed angry at him sneaking into the office. Instead, he took the old photo, stroked the portrait on it, and muttered to himself, "Maybe he has turned into a pile of bones now."

"After so many years, only I am still alive"

Just as Wu Sanwei tilted his ears to listen to the secret he "leaked", Professor Qiao En carefully put the photo into the drawer and locked it.

Drop the sentence: "Knowing more will not do you any good!"

Wu Sanwei had no choice but to restrain his inner doubts and concentrate on studying foreign proteins, but since then, the relationship between the two has become much more harmonious.

Professor Jon would even ignore the sharp eyes of the gray-robed driver and invite Wu Sanwei to his residence.

It was a country villa, the garden in front of the door was full of blooming flowers, and the vegetable field behind the house was filled with fresh green onions.

To Wu Sanwei's surprise, Professor Qiao En's wife actually "made" a table of Chinese dishes for him.

Looking at the brightly colored dishes and smelling the familiar aroma, Wu Sanwei was deeply moved.

Although when he entered the door, he found a thick stack of takeaway food packaging bags in the trash can in front of the door, at least some people remembered that he was a Chinese, and would order Chinese dishes for him.

After a perfect dinner, the relationship between Wu Sanwei and Mrs. Qiao En became extremely harmonious. In her words, Wu Sanwei was too much like their child who died young.

Two high-nosed, green-eyed Western children look like a black-haired, dark-eyed Oriental?

Wu Sanwei didn't believe it at all, unless there was a super genetic mutation, or the wrong seeds were sown.

However, this did not prevent him from recognizing Mrs. Jon as a godmother on the spot "against his own conscience", because years of beatings in his life told him that when a person is under the eaves, he should bow his head when he should, and it is not shameful.

What's more, this "godmother" has no other bad intentions, but just wants to have a black-haired son.

Professor Jon watched everything happen expressionlessly, and seemed to disagree with Madam's approach.

But when the "godmother" took out a silver-gray pocket watch from the box and handed it to Wu Sanwei, he couldn't help it anymore, stood up, his face was livid but his tone was soft: "Madam, this pocket watch is The first clock my great-great-great-grandfather made."

"It's a family heirloom in our family."

"Godmother" Mrs. Jon's face suddenly became gloomy: "Heirloom?"

"Is there anyone else to pass on your family name?"

"Or are you going to live for tens of millions of years and live forever with those monsters?"