I handed in the sand sculpture through the book system

After the piercing doorbell rang for the third time, Mu Chen, who was working hard, had to look up from the paper bucket.He threw down the bones of the fried chicken, tore off the already greasy plastic gloves, straightened up, and walked out of the messy living room.

He unscrewed the handle of the iron door, and then his eyelids twitched slightly.

This is normal, even though Mu Chen was mentally prepared at the beginning of the plan, but when he saw three burly men standing upright at the door—two of them were still wearing military uniforms—his mentality always fluctuated a little .

"Mu Chen, Mr. Mu?"

The plainclothes man standing in the middle spoke first.At the same time, the soldier standing on his left seemed to take a step forward inadvertently, and just stepped on the threshold.

Mu Chen swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"……Yes."

Strange to say, although the soldiers on the left and right sides all looked serious and murderous, but out of some kind of weird instinct, it was the one in the middle who looked flat and might not be able to be thrown in the crowd. Brother who distinguished.

The plainclothes man nodded slightly, his tone still unhurried:

"Can I trouble you to come with us?"

Mu Chen nodded stiffly.He stepped over the threshold, bringing out a big cumin smell of fried chicken and barbecue.The soldiers on both sides of the gate immediately stepped forward, sandwiching him from left to right.The plainclothes man took a step back to make room, and at the same time pressed the earphone on the side of his head, a subtle red light flashed rapidly

"The plan is going well... sure, sure! It's ready - I'll let you know right away! Yes! Yes!"

He let go of his fingers, nodded to the two soldiers, then turned sideways, and made a "please" gesture without any doubt.

Mu Chen took a deep breath and walked down the stairs.His rental house is remote and old, and all kinds of domestic garbage from various residents over the years have been dumped in the corridors.But now the concrete steps are as smooth as new, and even the banisters are so shiny that his shadow can almost be seen.Of course, this is by no means an outburst of kindness from a certain resident.After Mu Chen walked down a few steps trembling, he saw two soldiers standing at the corner of the corridor, standing taller than a telegraph pole... and two metal objects that were faintly glowing with black light, which they were holding tightly.

He swallowed, feeling his throat drier.

Mu Chen, who was thirsty, was surrounded and led out of the corridor, and sat in the back seat of a car.A few seconds later, the car door slammed shut, and the man in plain clothes sat down beside Mu Chen, already holding a delicate and small metal suitcase.The plainclothes man rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch, then reached out and pressed his throat lightly. There was already a flesh-colored sticker on his chin.

"No bugs—the radio jamming is working—the streets have been cleared—" the plainclothes man's lips moved slightly, as if confirming the details through the earphones.After a while, he tapped on the side of his ear, and finally turned his head, with a weird expression on his face.

"Mr. Mu, it's the first time we meet. Let me introduce myself first." He said softly, "My name is Xiang Liang. This time I have been assigned to deal with this matter. Of course, both of us have a lot of doubts, so I hope Being able to be honest..."

Mu Chen smiled awkwardly, and subconsciously reached out to show his favor.However, this action of his provoked an unexpected change—the soldier sitting on the other side of him leaned forward suddenly, and his hands had already moved quickly to his waist.

"Don't overreact!" Xiang Liang sternly reprimanded, turned his head at the same time, and smiled at Mu Chen who was already stiff: "—Please forgive me, the person we transferred may be a little nervous..."

Mu Chen silently withdrew her hand and nodded cautiously.

"Okay." Xiang Liang took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled: "Let's introduce the situation first...Mr. Mu, six hours ago, the National Astronomical Observatory, Purple Mountain Observatory, Guizhou Astronomical Observatory, as well as Shuimu and Jingshi University. The radio telescope observation team sent the same message to the central government one after another: they discovered a group of strange signals with very special frequencies from the cosmic background radiation in various places during their daily observation tasks. After careful analysis, the scientists tried to use Chinese Moore Sima deciphered this group of signals, and they came to the same conclusion... Mr. Mu, do you know what it is?"

He lowered his eyes, as if he just casually looked at Mu Chen.The handsome young man was dumbfounded and wide-eyed, looking like any ordinary person who would be shocked by such weird news.But with Xiang Liang's eyesight, of course he can distinguish any details hidden under this expression.The other party was indeed quite shocked...but it was more like a kind of shock that had been anticipated.

Mu Chen stammered and said, "--what--what?"

"'I love you, Mu Chen'." Xiang Liang said: "After the signal is deciphered, it is 'I love you, Mu Chen'"

Mu Chen's expression went blank for a moment, as if someone had punched him in the face.

Xiang Liang paused, then continued: "Half an hour after receiving the notification, the central government held an emergency meeting. The experts present at the meeting analyzed the characteristics of the signals and found that the signals did not appear at the same time, and the speed of propagation was somewhat subtle. The difference. They came to a conclusion that the location where the signal was originally transmitted was on the outskirts of the capital of Linjiang Province, on the side of National Highway 201..."

Living on the outskirts of the provincial capital, Mu Chen, who is on the side of National Highway 201, gasped.

"I-I can assure you-you," he trembled his lips: "I, I really didn't mean to..."

Xiang Liang didn't answer right away, he moved his lips slightly, as if he was asking for instructions through the microphone in his throat.After a while, he sighed softly before finally speaking.

"Don't worry, Mr. Mu." Xiang Liang said calmly: "Please keep calm first. Our first task is to ensure your absolute safety. We can discuss anything in the nuclear bunker."

Mu Chen was stunned: "Nuclei-nuclei-nuclei what?"

"Nuclear bunker." Xiang Liang's tone was quite calm.As he spoke, he turned sideways and let the car window open.

Mu Chen blinked slowly: Looking out from this fast-moving car, you can see the boundless wasteland in the suburbs, and one, two, three—a total of six armed helicopters hovering in midair. ——If you turn your gaze a little further, you can still find a long queue of armored infantry fighting vehicles winding behind you at the end of the long National Highway 301.

"In order to avoid excessive interference with the people's life order, we must not make too much noise, so time must be seized." Xiang Liang said: "The central government has only issued a no-fly order for six to 10 minutes in the entire airspace, and the power of radio interference devices cannot be adjusted. Full. After comprehensive consideration, the nuclear bunker is a relatively safe choice..."

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a whistling wind from the car window.Several soldiers on motorcycles caught up from behind, nodded slightly to Xiangliang through the window, and then sped away.

Xiang Liang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and reached out to press the earphone again.

"The road card has been set up 10 kilometers before and after, and it has been completely emptied." His tone was clean and neat: "Inform Team A that the nuclear bunker will be ready within [-] minutes... Difficulties in transportation? I don't care about the difficulties in transportation. The instructions I got are Absolutely safe. You don't talk to me about this - it's an order!"

This sentence finally woke up the sluggish Mu Chen.He blinked his eyes slowly, looking at the electric poles and vegetation whizzing by outside the window.On this straight road with twelve lanes, he couldn't see any means of transportation except for the armored combat vehicles tightly surrounded by the front and rear, and the motorcycles whizzing past from time to time.

Mu Chen looked away, feeling that she was trembling from the tip of her toes to the tip of her hair.

——Damn, play too big!

Twenty minutes later, Mu Chen was sent to a dilapidated small building on a hillside in the suburbs.Take the elevator on the bottom floor of the small building and go down hundreds of meters, winding along the dark stone corridor, and walked into a small and old room.As soon as Mu Chen stepped in, the two soldiers accompanying him immediately retreated, and together they closed the half-meter-thick steel gate.

So, there were only three people left in this airtight hut - Mu Chen, Xiang Liang, and a middle-aged man with a dignified expression.Xiang Liang nodded to the middle-aged man, and then motioned Mu Chen to sit in front of him.

"Mr. Mu, let me introduce you." Xiang Liang pointed to the middle-aged man: "This is Director Li Ziwen, appointed by the Central Committee, and I will be in charge of this—well—emergency. Suddenly, under the premise of ensuring safety, the relevant conditions may be more difficult, I hope you can understand. We will improve as soon as possible."

Muchen hastily expressed that he fully understood and fully cooperated.

"Thank you for your understanding." Xiang Liang said: "Then, according to the instructions, we need to exchange some questions with you and collect the necessary information during the question and answer process. Are you willing to answer? Please rest assured that we will absolutely protect you. Your privacy, and the question-and-answer process can be interrupted at any time."

Mu Chen had already been mentally prepared, and naturally agreed.

Both Xiang Liang and Li Ziwen seemed relieved.Xiang Liang raised his hands and applauded lightly. After a light snap, a red light flashed in the corner, indicating that the recording and video recordings had been turned on.

The moment the red light came on, there was a small commotion somewhere in the underground nuclear bunker.Surrounded by screens and wires, the researchers sat up straight at the same time, staring closely at the extremely clear surveillance images that must be visible in every detail.At the bottom of the screen is a rapidly refreshed green number, which is the heartbeat temperature detected by remote sensing technology, and even the frequency of breathing and blinking.

"Thank you very much." In the monitoring screen, Xiang Liang's voice was clear and slow, and he could hear every word clearly: "First of all, the first question. Mr. Mu, I mentioned to you 10 minutes ago You have experienced the mutation of the cosmic background radiation. At that time, you assured me that you 'did not do it on purpose'. Can I infer that there is a relatively close connection between you and the radiation mutation?"

Mu Chen hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.

"I, I, I didn't do it on purpose." He whispered, "When I used this function, I didn't expect this effect at all..."

Xiang Liang and Li Ziwen looked at each other and nodded slightly.

"Mr. Mu, you don't need to be stressed." Li Ziwen said: "A few hours ago, experts from the Institute of Physics and the Institute of Medicine have made a joint assessment and believe that this level of radiation variation will not cause harm to the environment or the human body. What a negative impact. Everything is under control."

Li Ziwen's tone was quite calm, as if this change in radiation was really harmless.Of course, what he said is true, but the academic circles panicked by the radiation changes, the leaders of various countries who have been hiding in bunkers and preparing to issue a state of emergency, the aircraft carriers and submarines that are frequently mobilized on the high seas, and even the Ministry of Foreign Affairs have been blown up If you get a phone call, there is no need to explain to Muchen. ?

Mu Chen's expression was indeed relaxed.Xiang Liang asked the second question.

"Then, can you explain to us a little bit." He said slowly: "What is the cause of the change in cosmic radiation?"

"Well, it's a long story..." Mu Chen muttered, then flicked his fingers lightly.

In the small room, a faint light flashed quietly, and there was a wooden cup on the ground out of thin air.

The remaining two stood up at the same time, almost unable to control the expressions on their faces.

Xiang Liang's eyes shrunk slightly, and he subconsciously reached out to touch the earphones.At the moment when the bright light flashed, an extremely swift and horrifying cry erupted from his ears, piercing his forehead like an awl.That was the exclamation of the researchers in the listening room next door, harsher than a saw.But soon the sound source was cut off, and the slightly trembling voice of the superior came in: "Is it magic?"

Xiang Liang looked up at the cup on the floor.With his knowledge, of course it is impossible to be fooled by any tricks and tricks, which is why he is so out of order.

"……no."

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the headset, and the superior spoke again:

"Experts from the Chinese Academy of Sciences are analyzing. Continue to inquire and pay attention to stabilizing the target's emotions."

Xiang Liang took a deep breath and sat down slowly, leaning on the back of the chair.

"...I have to say." He said softly, "I'm shocked."

Mu Chen squeezed out a wry smile.

"Believe me, I was shocked when I found out..."

"Then." Xiang Liang said, "Can you tell me how this is done?"

The wry smile on Mu Chen's face became more obvious.

"Uh... have you heard of the book-transmitting system?"

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Yankee Nation, secret location, secret time, in a secret building.

The stuffy basement was smoky, filled with the choking smell of nicotine and cigarette tar.This underground command post built in the 70s is still too old, and the ventilation system is no longer enough to cope with the devastation of dozens of old smoking guns.

But what was more unbearable than the smoke was the deafening and echoing roar. A fat blond man stood in front of the long oak table, spitting at everyone on the table.

"Incompetent! Shameful! Depraved!" he roared. "I've allocated hundreds of billions to NASA and the Department of Defense—hundreds of billions! But what do you give me? Garbage! Rotten! Dogs don't want to something to read!"

He slammed the wooden table with a bang, and the documents placed on it were shaken to one side and fell to the ground.

"President—Mr. President." The security adviser was sweating profusely: "Please understand. We don't have a plan for dealing with this kind of thing, and all departments have tried their best—"

"Do everything you can?!" The president widened his white eyes in disbelief: "I know what you are - you may have told more lies in your life than there is air in potato chips, but you dare to be in Lying on this stuff?! Do everything you can? The Foreign Ministry just informed me that the country across the Pacific Ocean has blocked the airspace and radios and mobilized a lot of helicopters! Guess what they are doing? Fucking hunting ?!"

He turned his head abruptly and stared condescendingly at the director of the National Intelligence Agency.The bureau chief, who weighed about a hundred kilograms, was dripping with sweat and kept wiping his forehead.

"We...we don't have any definite information." He stammered, "However, the background radiation signal is sent in Chinese, and the other side may have some advantages. Of course, of course, we can't be sure..."

The president waved his hands furiously, almost slapping the director in the face.

"Not sure?!" He yelled again: "Not sure?! Could it be that your job is to collect garbage on the Chinese Internet and work as a dung machine on the other side of the Pacific Ocean? I'll tell you—I'll tell each of you! For the past six or seven hours, my phone has been ringing off the hook. There are hundreds of financial companies and multinational banks waiting for my news. If I tell them that I am not sure about anything, then tomorrow—tomorrow, The stock market will evaporate, let alone trillions, tens of trillions—and then I'll put you all in cannons and blast them into the sun!"

His roar echoed in the basement.But the long table quickly fell silent.Many senior officials froze in place.

There is no doubt that this is the time to show up.Even for the sake of stocks, they must find the cause of the signal event in this basement as soon as possible, and arrange a solution to this matter.Otherwise...otherwise panicked financial markets will tear everyone apart.

But who can speak?Who can take this responsibility?

In the silence, someone finally stood up.

"We need to draft a letter immediately." The gray-haired Secretary of State spoke slowly, as if he had been thinking for a long time: "A letter to the other side of the Pacific Ocean, using the communication channel between the two heads of state. In the letter, we need to publicly appeal that the world The only two powerful countries in the world should put aside past suspicions and work together to fight for people—how do you say that—'a community of shared future for mankind', to build a new human order of equality and justice, and to respect each other's interests. Cooperate fully with the political…”

If the atmosphere just now was only dignified, then the atmosphere is probably frozen now.The officials on both sides of the long table opened their mouths indecently, stretched their necks like geese, and stared straight at the Secretary of State—as if he had just taken off his clothes and performed a show with his chest and hips on the table. sex dance.

However, these politicians probably wouldn't be so shocked if the Secretary of State actually performed a sex dance.So far, the two countries on the east and west coasts of the Pacific Ocean have broken out in all conflicts other than force in the fields of trade, military and diplomacy, and the relationship is so bad that diplomatic rhetoric cannot hide it.In the domestic elections, the Eastern Power has simply become a wealth code, and everyone here has a wealth of experience...

Hearing such a passage from one of my own people now is as shocking as seeing Satan being ascended into heaven accompanied by angels.Even the president was dumbfounded, subconsciously asked:

"what?"

——Perhaps because of the high authority of the Secretary of State, this time the blond president didn't lose his temper on the spot and wash the opponent's face with saliva.Of course, it may also be that the brain has not turned around...

"NASA sent me a message." The Secretary of State raised Yang's mobile phone: "They checked the noise in the background radiation, measured the frequency and wavelength of this signal, and found that its wavelength was stable at 5.201314 microns. , and even in the space station, a variety of instruments were replaced for repeated measurements, and the wavelength of the signal remained unchanged for a long time, and no deviation was detected.”

Like a shadow across the basement.Fear quickly appeared on the expressions of the senior officials.

——Everyone here has received higher education, and they immediately understood the meaning of this passage.

But the president still doesn't get it: "What the fuck does that mean?"

"This means." The Secretary of State said softly: "The technology contained in the signal has completely surpassed human comprehension—even imagination. To be precise, it should be the heavenly fire that fell on Sodom, and the ten thousand fires that fell on Egypt. Disasters, that is to say—miracles."

He paused.Now the president's face is almost as white as his eye sockets.

"I have studied Chinese for a while." The Secretary of State said: "5.201314 is the homonym of the Chinese word 'I will always love you'. In other words, whoever made this signal and made this miracle—no matter who—must be proficient in Chinese , familiar with Eastern culture, and may even have a great impression of Chinese civilization. Then, in the face of such things, how should we deal with it? If you think it is better to continue the previous diplomatic thinking, then I completely obey the resolution .”

He reached out and knocked on the table, his eyes swept over the dull faces beside the long table, and finally fell on the face of the president.

The president shuddered, as if awakened by this gaze.

Then he took a sharp step forward and sprayed the saliva in the face of the personal advisor.

"Call their head of state immediately!" The president roared loudly, waving his hands excitedly: "The handwritten letter is too slow, I want to talk about it in person, I want to preside over it myself! The bureaucrats of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs will only waste time, no one is better than me understand better—"

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