The birdman turned his head back and forth, indicating that he was in a state of hesitation, and he replied, "I can send news outside of the transaction, provided I know the answer." If you don't know, you don't have anything to say. ”

"You're talking nonsense." Qu Zhaodi was first happy, then disappointed, feeling angry and funny.

But the birdman said, "It's not nonsense, it's helplessness." In fact, I also want to know where the Black Mother is sacred and what role it plays between the dark star and the earth. He is said to have had a close relationship with your father, will you tell me the content of their correspondence? ”

This is a ruthless general, Qu Zhaodi is a little embarrassed, he can only spread his hands, and also put on a posture without comment.

The birdman said, "The position of the earth in the universe was revealed to the dark star by the Black Mother. ”

"What?" Qu Zhaodi was startled, and a smile froze on his face.

"Believe it or not. In the eyes of science walkers, the Black Mother is the ghost of the universe, he seems to be everywhere, but it is difficult to find out his whereabouts. Erecting the Monument of Time is the promise of the Black Mother to the Dark Star, but we can't have direct contact with your father, it's like a boring game, we are the belligerents of the game, and the Black Mother is the player who manipulates the game! The birdman grumbled angrily.

It seems that he really can't ask anything more, Qu Zhaodi can only give up unwillingly. He pulled out a strange yellow glass bottle from the pocket of his jacket, which appeared to be used to collect insect specimens, but with a thin tube stuck in the mouth. Looking at the light, you can see that the bottle contains a bead of light the size of a grain of rice.

"All the information you want is here, do you want me to throw the bottle into the holographic projection?" He asked.

"Puff~"

The birdman did not answer, but there were two soft noises on the left and right, like soap bubbles bursting in the air. The display screen under his arms disappeared at the same time, but the planet in the display had an afterglow effect and did not disperse immediately. In an instant, the two planets faded into two rainbows in Qu Zhaodi's eyes, and the colorful bridge-shaped outlines extended into the boundless darkness, as if to suggest that the darkness hid a distant place that humans had not yet explored.

Still in a trance caused by the afterglow effect, the birdman's sudden return of wings erased the remnants of the rainbow. A strong silver light swept across Qu Zhaodi's eyelids, and the dreamy beautiful man appeared again, he had the illusion that the other party had just stepped on the grass with his shining bare feet, and the previous conversation was nothing more than a boundless fantasy.

But everything is real.

A shiny firefly flew from nowhere, as if a thick black curtain had poked a bright spot for a silver needle. It hovered in front of Qu Zhaodi's eyes, and it was clear that it was because of him.

"This firefly is not carrying a detector, but a blank memory chip." Birdman said.

Qu Zhaodi understood and pulled out the thin tube stopper inserted into the cap of the glass bottle. A magical scene appeared, without caught, the firefly actually consciously drilled into the thin tube, and then habitually crawled forward along the wall of the tube, and quickly pushed open the cork partition and entered the glass bottle.

It turned out to be a vacuum specimen bottle, because of the lack of oxygen, the firefly was very uncomfortable after entering, fluttered a few times, fell from the abdomen with a light bead the same size of a grain of rice, and sucked the original grain into the stomach, and quickly retreated. Qu Zhaodi quickly opened and closed the cork and let it fly away, and the whole process lasted only a few seconds before the fireflies exchanged light beads in the bottle.

"The task of gathering information about the Higgs field is entrusted to you, and I am sure you can complete it. After all, you're a little more advanced than the other imbeciles on Earth. The birdman thought he was complimenting the other, but he didn't know that it was disgusting.

Qu Zhaodi didn't want to stay any longer, so he put away the glass bottle and left.

The Birdman stopped him in a strange way, "Mr. Da Qu, I hope you can understand that the proton people of the dark world are eager for peace. However, after tens of billions of years of struggle and ups and downs in the universe, we also realize that peace is not a stone that can be picked up everywhere on the earth, and that she is like the girl we love, who has to take some means to capture her heart. ”

Qu Zhaodi stopped and turned his head amusedly, "So, you gaseous monsters also have gender distinctions?" ”

The birdman said, "I'm just using the habits of earthlings as an analogy. As a ravine-crisscrossed brain, if there really is a gender, then our flexible brain is your feminine, and our rigid brain is your male. Occasionally, there is a chemical reaction between these two brains for unknown reasons, and I don't mind calling this kind of reaction love. ”

Qu Zhaodi shrugged his shoulders and said, "I admire your forbearance and all these years of dormancy on the earth, but the outcome of the contest between the two sides is still inconclusive. ”

"With such a disparity in strength, do you still think that the earthlings have any hope of winning?" The birdman's wings shone brightly, as if victory was just around the corner, Qu Zhaodi was just talking nonsense with his eyes open, "It's a joke that you earthlings want to defend themselves with this little equipment!" What kind of sports on earth is not determined by the strength of the two sides? ”

"Strength is important, but skill is the key to victory. And the arrogant will lose, this theory belongs to the category of psychology, has nothing to do with all applied science, if you don't have the emotional part of the brain, you will never be able to understand it. Qu Zhaodi replied indifferently.

The birdman held up his chin with one hand, and was about to pretend to think about it, Qu Zhaodi hoped that he would disappear quickly, and said: "Drawing a tiger is not an anti-dog, and in the future, you will not understand the stupid things, you high-IQ creature should do less." Let me correct you before I leave that your image is not from Hermes, but an imitation of the angels of Christianity. Don't pretend to be an angel, you devil. ”

The birdman was gone, and the huge holographic image on the grass shattered into light chips and then drifted away for a long time, like phosphorescence from a grave. This can also be seen as the birdman is reluctant to leave his hunting grounds, but he has not really entered this organic world after all.

In fact, those void light chips also belong to the afterglow effect, but they can no longer arouse Qu Zhaodi's reverie. The light made him prefer the darkness of the night, at least the darkness could hide many terrible, even filthy things, and people in the light would not be harmed if they did not wake them.

But the facts of tonight told him that tiptoeing past the night was only a passive way of survival, because sooner or later the Mother of Colors would wake up on its own and release a huge energy to wreak havoc everywhere, mocking the goodness and weakness of the life that embraced it with calamity.

Half an hour later.

"That thing is gone, you can come out." Qu Zhaodi shouted at the bushes in the distance.

In the depths of the bushes, there is a stout pine tree that is more than ten meters high. The man hiding behind the pine tree can see the whole picture of him talking to the birdman.