Speaking of alien invasions, in fact, as early as fifty or sixty years ago, the space departments of the United States and the Soviet Union sensed the unrest in the universe. Their high-precision satellite monitoring system often receives some strange debris signals. The reason why it is called fragmentation is that the content of these signals is completely incoherent, and it is impossible to analyze the actual meaning from the individual receiving units. For a long time, they were mistaken for garbage signals produced by cosmic radiation waves rubbing against the Earth's atmosphere.

Finally, one day, a trainee monitor named Carl at the National Radio Astronomy Observatory in the United States was on duty in the middle of the night, sitting in front of the terminal monitoring screen and drinking beer boringly. As often happens in tragedies, he accidentally knocked over half of the remaining bottle, so that the slider controller at hand sparked, indicating that there was a short circuit in the components.

should have hurriedly found a mechanic to repair it, but Carl's brain, which was burned by alcohol, had a whim, the computer was filled with alcohol, would it also change the inherent operating logic like the human brain?

This idiotic thought slowed him down, and after only a few seconds of hesitation, another monitoring terminal actually heard a "Didi" message prompt, as if someone was dialing in the phone.

It's a garbage signal from space again, and the monitors are no stranger to this phenomenon, most of the time they ignore it, but this time, when Carl magically plugged the terminal data cable that was splashed with wine into the interface of the other machine, a sentence appeared on the two monitors: We are the conqueror!

"We are conquerors! This is the challenge letter sent by aliens that earthlings have been receiving all along! However, among so many senior scientists, none of them succeeded in deciphering this linguistic symbol, but instead made an imbecile drunkard mistakenly see through it! Only then did the humans shudder at the knife that had already reached their necks, and realized that their worry-free life was nothing but an apocalyptic! ”

Powell was furious and sat opposite Shen Yunhong and yelled.

Shen Yunhong did not have his impetuousness, but since he was sure that the information he provided was accurate, and several world superpowers had indeed begun to prepare for war, he had never smiled on his grim face.

The word "science" is far away from Shen Yunhong, and as an astronomy enthusiast, at best, he can only understand the superficial knowledge related to the universe through some popular science books. The only enjoyment in life is to enjoy the starry night sky with the help of the long lens of the astronomical telescope. But it never occurred to him that in that distant realm, there were enemies hiding who would engage him. But what should I do when I know it?

Powell's unkempt blonde head reached under his chin and repeated the phrase "Fight!" Fight! Fight! ”

"Are you going to let me lead this group of soldiers who deal with drug dealers all day long, find alien enemies like they did with you, and then fight them with ordinary weapons?" Shen Yunhong asked thoughtfully.

Powell's brown eyes behind the lenses of his glasses widened, and he decisively pointed his finger at the table and said, "Look for them, no!" Fight hard, no! Because the enemy is only a small particle, a particle with wisdom, if they don't take the initiative to attack, humanity will not want to find them! If you want to kill a cloud of hydrogen with a machine-gun cannon, you might as well let an eel go into the Pacific Ocean and find it two days later and strangle it! ”

Shen Yunhong asked calmly: "Then tell me, what do you want me to do?" You have traveled thousands of miles to Daliang Mountain, I'm afraid you already have a plan in your heart, right? ”

Upon hearing this, Powell showed a sinister smile, nodded and said: "To defeat those seemingly difficult opponents, we only need to prepare one weapon - science!" As long as our scientific level can catch up with the so-called dark matter world, the earthlings will have 100% certainty of victory! ”

Shen Yunhong felt that his suggestion was ridiculous, but he didn't laugh, "Didn't you tell me that the human history of the alien enemy developed tens of billions of years earlier than that of the earth, and in a few decades at most, a way to destroy the earth's atmosphere and directly wipe out the human race?" Do you expect the earthlings to surpass them in science and technology in such a short period of time? ”

Powell smiled even more whimsily, holding his chin and sitting back in his place, "Of course it is impossible to develop technology at the current regular pace." Let's not talk about living for 10 billion years, even if we live another 100 years, it is a delusion. But if you take unconventional means, such as unleashing the technology of spies to steal protons, and then delve deeper into that and surpass them in a few decades, it is possible. ”

"Spies?" Shen Yunhong was startled, and finally had some expression on his indifferent face.

Seeing that the other party was interested, Powell was even more excited, shook his head and said: "Yes, yes, I'm talking about spies, particle spies!" Those abominable proton people spied on our organism and wanted to turn Earth into their colony, but they didn't have the ability to get in. But we earthlings can get out! My assumption is that if we use particle accelerators to form controlled particles that can fly in the cosmic radiation environment, invade the dark stars with the particles and gain the enemy's technology, we will be sure to win this battle! And these particles are what I call spies. They burrow into Proton's computer system like blood-sucking mosquitoes, absorb the data, and then fly back to Earth to re-collect and analyze it for us, so that when the enemy attacks the Earth, we can catch turtles in an urn and kill him without leaving a piece of armor behind! ”

Shen Yunhong admires Powell's wisdom, but he feels that he is a little whimsical, this kind of assumption is not bad for writing fantasy novels, and it is impossible to realize it in reality.

So he asked: "Since you have such a good idea, and the United States has built a super science laboratory under the Grand Canyon in the United States, you should stay in the United States, but why did you come to China?" ”

If it weren't for the fact that Powell's identity as a professor at Stanford University was confirmed in advance, Shen Yunhong would really have to treat him as a liar. After listening to Shen Yunhong's question, Powell's sunny smiling face was clouded in a second, as if he was a person who had just woken up from a nightmare.

"Hey, don't mention it! If those idiots can accept my theories and really move forward with practical research, I really can't afford to suffer so much, I'm afraid I'm sunbathing on the beaches of Miami right now. But the report I submitted was called the Crazy Man Theory, and they kicked me out of the Colorado Science Lab, and even Stanford didn't let me teach students! ”

In the end, Powell hung his head like a rooster with messy feathers after a defeat in the cockfighting ring.

Shen Yunhong, who had always thought that his brain was abnormal, perked up after hearing these words and asked, "You mean that the basic argument part of your idea has been completed and you can directly enter the experimental stage?" ”