As a party to the "Mars War", Lu Xiaoqi certainly knew what the explosion on Mars was about, and the reason why he was attracted by the TV debate was not that he was interested in the breakthrough of human space technology, but that he thought of the "alien" who provided "scientific and technological support" to the US government -- the bases have been recovered, is that "alien" still there?

"Contact Professor William for me!" Lu Xiaoqi commanded to the "ironclad man" on the side. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yes, sir!" The ironclad man poured Lu Xiaoqi full of coffee, stood up straight, and his dark blue electronic eyes flashed a few times, apparently calling Old William's personal phone number - all ironclad people shared Xiaohachi's database, as well as the secondary authority to dominate the global network - only lower than the authority of the "Internet Emperor" Xiaohachi.

"Sorry, sir, I can't get through to this person!" The ironclad man said.

"Huh? Can you locate the location of his phone? Lu Xiaoqi frowned.

"I can't locate it, sir," replied the ironclad man, "the last call time for this number was before 11:27 on the 9th!" ”

"Nine days ago?" Lu Xiaoqi calculated the time in his heart, wasn't that the day he was devoured by the evil things released by the base, and he was located at the Antarctic base through his divine thoughts?

"Check me out, what day he was last seen on public camera!" Lu Xiaoqi felt that something was wrong.

"Okay, wait a minute!" After all, the computing power of the ironclad man's chip was slightly inferior to that of Xiao Hachi, and after a minute, there was a result: "It was the evening 10 days ago, sir!" ”

"Is it accompanied?" Lu Xiaoqi asked.

"Alone, sir!" The ironclad man replied, and after speaking, the electronic eye flickered, and the TV screen in front of the sofa became a surveillance screen, and the picture was a little blurry.

"Optimize the graphics!" Lu Xiaoqi said.

After the optimization of the ironclad man, the saturation, color and clarity of the picture are much better, although many details cannot be restored because of the pixels of the camera itself, but Lu Xiaoqi still saw it, Lao William's expression was very anxious, his body was thin, and his pace was vain, he was already in the terminal stage of cancer before, although he was injected with a lot of vitality by Lu Xiaoqi's "rejuvenation technique", which allowed him to prolong his life, but it was not a cure after all, so, judging from the situation in the monitoring, it was time for Lao William to run out of oil and dry up again.

When Old William was young, he should have been very tall, but in the camera, he was hunched back, much older than the last time Lu Xiaoqi saw him.

Lu Xiaoqi took a sip of coffee, this old man spent most of his life dealing with "aliens" in order to obtain the technology of "aliens", although he has not been able to see through the identity of "aliens", but he does not seek fame and fortune in his life, Lu Xiaoqi does not know what his beliefs are, what he is doing all this for, but it must not be for himself!

Although such existence is rare in human beings, there are such people in every country, and it is precisely because of this that in the materialistic modern age, there are still some shining points among human beings!

"Is it because I'm seriously ill and don't care about anything?" Lu Xiaoqi muttered to himself.

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West Virginia, Northwest Canova County, Morgans Farm.

To the north of the farm, next to a forest, on the edge of the forest, is a cemetery.

At this moment, it is raining heavily, several military vehicles and more than a dozen ordinary vehicles are parked outside the cemetery, dozens of people wearing black suits and black umbrellas, standing on both sides of the main road of the cemetery and waiting, a team of soldiers carrying the coffin into the cemetery, the coffin is draped with the American flag on the top.

The priest presided over the burial of the coffin, and in the last few lines of the eulogy, he said: "The Lord is merciful, and all men are equal in the face of death, but Mr. William has contributed much more than normal people in his life, for the children of God, we, he dedicated his life, and the Lord can see his diligence and charity, so today his body is buried in the fragrant soil of his homeland, and his soul will ascend to heaven and enjoy the gospel forever!" May the mercy of the Lord be with you forever, in the name of the Father and the Son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen. ”

People stepped forward to lay flowers and kiss the tombstones.

Yes, old William died.

Most of these people are his students, a few high-ranking members of the military, people from the political circles cannot come, and the identity of old William will continue to be kept secret for at least 60 years, so it cannot be fanfareed.

His tombstone does not have a name on it, as his real name is not William.

There is only one sentence on the epitaph: "Son of men, unsung hero." ”

Ferredi was of course among the crowd, standing closest to the tombstone.

After he laid the flowers, he kept standing there with an umbrella and like a nail, and others thought that he was overly sad, because everyone knew that old William loved and valued Ferretti the most, and they had a good relationship, like teacher and student, and like father and son.

If you want to talk about sadness, most of the people are students of Old William, so naturally it is not comfortable, but Old William died of illness, at such an old age, death from illness can be regarded as "God's call", and people cannot be resurrected after death, which is also a helpless thing.

Ferretti did not react to the comfort of the crowd, and the crowd did not disturb him and left one after another.

After the group left, Ferretti walked forward and used an umbrella to help the tombstone block the rain.

On his face, which had been expressionless, a strange smile suddenly appeared: "Old man, it's been more than thirty years...... I'm here to say goodbye to you! "His voice was strange, and anyone who knew Ferretti would have noticed that it wasn't his voice!

The next moment, Ferredy's face suddenly looked a little frightened: "Teacher, don't blame me, I'm ...... I didn't mean to! I...... I can't control ......."

"Smack!" Freddy's right hand slapped his forehead fiercely, and the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing his white teeth: "Oops! I forgot, old man, what is your last wish? Can you tell me that again? After more than 30 years of friendship, I have to help you fulfill your last wish! ”

Ferretti pressed his ear to the tombstone, his eyes widened, and he nodded as he listened, his face full of seriousness, as if he had really heard something.

"Why do you want to work with that damn Cyborg? Why do you blame me? I'm just going to get rid of him! Because he's not human, he's an alien! Teacher! Ferredi's voice changed again, he threw away his black umbrella, and grasped the tombstone with both hands, swaying it as if he were stuck in a person's neck, and slammed his forehead against the tombstone.

"Ho-ho-ho, hey-hey-hey, hahaha, ahhahahahaha!" Ferretti stood up suddenly, his voice hoarse like a duck pinched by the neck, the rain fell, and the blood from his forehead washed all over his face, and he touched his wound: "It hurts! It hurts! Is this what pain? Come on! Let's hurt together! Let's hurt together! ”

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Outside the cemetery, the other vehicles had already gone away, and only a gray-green military vehicle was left, which was specially used to pick up Ferredy, which was originally William's car.

Ferredi's voice in the cemetery was too loud to come here, but because of the heavy rain, it was hard to hear, and the driver and the two GIs in the car thought it was Ferredi's cry - he laughed worse than crying.

After a few more minutes, Ferretti came out of the cemetery with an umbrella, covered the wound on his forehead with a white handkerchief, and got into the car.

"Mr. Barton, are you alright?" A GI asked.

"It's okay, let's go!" Ferretti leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes.

"Where are we going next?" The driver asked.

"Lab!" Ferretti replied, "My lab! (To be continued.) )