To be honest, I was still a little reluctant to spend two years with Dr. Duvine. Compared to Yao Ziqian, what I got from him was something that no one could take away - knowledge. Since I don't plan to contact him anymore, this access to knowledge is interrupted. Although there are many gains and losses, I comfort myself, as long as I have money in my hand, is there anything in the world that I can't ask for?

I don't know why he revealed the secret of his dealings with aliens to me before parting, but there is no doubt that he did everything with ulterior motives. Sure enough, after a long night of drinking, just before leaving the lab that I was so nostalgic for, he gave me a palm-sized zippered plastic bag containing a white pill that looked like a cold medicine.

"What kind of medicine is this?" I asked, and I was a little afraid that it was drugs or something.

Seeing my concern, Powell said disdainfully: "I'm a genius doctor studying astrophysics at Stanford, do you think I'm going to use drugs to destroy my future?" It's not a medicine, it's a metallic hydrogen chip hidden in a vacuum, which melts as soon as you soak it in water. With this chip, you can communicate with the big boss of the proton people. That guy is quite mysterious, and I still haven't figured out where it came from, but I know that it's called Black Mother, which is a weird name, isn't it? ”

It's a strange name, and I've never heard of it before. Is the Black Mother the owner of the Dark Matter Star? Why should Powell contact it?

Powell explained: "To me, the proton people are not scary creatures, and the earthlings can definitely defeat them with my help." But this black mother scared me, because until now, I haven't figured out the details of it even if I try my best, so I want to do it without stopping, no matter who it is, just destroy it. When my research reaches new heights, I need you to intervene on my behalf. Well, it's better for me to stay behind the scenes. ”

It turned out that they were pushing me to be a substitute for the dead! But how can a smart person like me be used by him? I was interested in contacting the Black Mother and figuring out where he came from, but I couldn't be controlled by Powell. He won't tell me the truth about the consequences of eating this chip, so I'd better be careful.

Looking back, if I could have predicted that this thing would one day kill my wife and my second son, I don't know if I would accept it, but in this world, apart from my parents, the most important person is only myself, and I can sacrifice everything for the sake of lofty ideals, including the family later.

Ziqian followed me back to China, just in time.

My father, Qu Mingsong, has survived a short life until the lamp runs out. As soon as our plane landed at the airport, he was admitted to the intensive care unit. Later, the doctor told me that in fact, he couldn't support it a day ago, and stayed up for an extra day because he heard that I was rushing home with my future daughter-in-law and wanted to see it anyway......

My father also left, and before leaving, he took my hand and said that I was his pride. At that time, I wondered if he really knew so well about me as a son, and knew that I had such an ambition, would he still be able to say this? There is only one light left in my world, Nietzsche, who will never be extinguished, and repeats two words in my ear all the time: fight!

Half a year after my father died, Ziqian and I got married, and we were supposed to wait for the end of the one-year filial piety period to do a happy event, but she became pregnant.

Because of my relationship, not only did she not graduate from Stanford, but she also had a very unpleasant quarrel with her parents. His father pointed directly at my nose and scolded me for not being a good thing, saying that Ziqian was blind and would kill me sooner or later by a white-eyed wolf who coveted his Yao family's property.

Hey, just like contracting the Baisong Coal Mine, his father's vision is always accurate.

After returning to China, I was exceptionally hired by the Ningbo Branch of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and became a spectroscopy technology analyst. Powell tried to contact me in various ways, but in those days, information was closed, there were no mobile phones, laptops were a rare object, and writing letters was the main way to shorten the distance between people, so I wanted to be invisible to him, and it was not difficult.

However, the work of the Chinese Academy of Sciences is just a springboard for me, and I will not be a researcher. If I want to be a successful warrior, I first have to be a successful businessman.

Ziqian and I got married for a few years, her father died, don't ask me how I died, here again, the bad thing of killing people and selling goods is not a last resort, I won't touch it, I don't want to shame my deceased parents, but if you just anger a person, it doesn't violate the criminal law.

Soon after her father died, her mother was gone, and the Yao family was the only seedling of Ziqian, and it was logical that Baisong Coal Mine became the industry of my Qu family. But I didn't rush to change the owner of the coal mine to my name, relying on my wife to make a fortune, the less people know about it, the better, I would rather hide behind Ziqian, and she will appoint someone she trusts to be the mine manager. Well, I'll just collect the money.

After laying a good economic foundation, I did not build a laboratory for Powell in the deep mountains and old forests as he requested, but bought a piece of land in Shanghai and started a business of developing photovoltaic power generation equipment.

Over the years, signs of alien invasions have become more and more apparent, and it is said that in many third world countries, the profession of "astrologer" has developed so vigorously that it has a tendency to replace doctors. If you have a terminal illness, you only need to go to an astrologer to take a hexagram, and you will be cured within a few days of returning home. But there are also a few people who are not cured but die, and most people will think that they are sick and died, but I know very well that they are because they do not want to take refuge in aliens, and they have killed the resurrected.

The resurrected are the scum of the earth in my eyes, the scum of the scum, and I avoid them. However, thanks to my profound knowledge of philosophy and physics, many civil forces defending against alien invasions are willing to befriend me, the most famous of which is the Earth Rescuers Alliance.

Founded by a British doctor, the organization has hundreds of thousands of members around the world, including radical Uni-Orthodist geographers, who are truly like-minded fellow travelers. Gradually, with the help of this alliance's strong network, I have developed some support around the world.

Let's talk about optics and magnetics.

When I was at Stanford, I remembered the principles and methods of making curved mirrors, and I was determined to wait for my wings to harden and start working alone.

The Monument of Time can destroy the atmosphere, but if I use Powell's technology to adjust the spectrum and modify the electromagnetic waves, it will change the direction of radiation and form a prison of light that imprisons any place I want to block.

My idea is that if I take control of the institutions of the various countries and remove their legislative and governing powers in their own countries, all those countries will have to listen to me.

However, I imagined everything too simply, and when the plan began to be implemented, I realized that Powell was not a person who could be used by me at all.

He taught me how to extract gaseous hydrogen from water, change the molecular structure, and use a particle accelerator to make metallic hydrogen, and he demonstrated it several times in front of me. But when I did it myself, I found that it didn't work at all, no matter how many times it was hit in the accelerator, the hydrogen could not solidify, let alone convert into metal. In the end, I have to admit with disappointment that in the earth's atmosphere, I will never get the coveted optical magnetism, and I may well miss it.