Evening of March 23, 2028.

In the fourth hour after the "free activity time", Xiang Shan looked helplessly at the little Hu officer opposite him.

"Officer Hu, about what I just said, if you don't believe it, you can go to the monitor. This is definitely not something I took the initiative to contact with foreigners......"

"How can I be?" Officer Xiao Hu shook his head: "Teacher Xiang...... Ah no, seeing that we are about the same age, I will call you comrade. Comrade Xiang, as I said before, this is an era of peace. We are here with a heart of peace and development, and we must carry forward the Republic's tradition of 'equality, mutual benefit, and peaceful coexistence', and work with our counterparts from all over the world to unlock the secrets of 'Ogon' and contribute to the development of human science." It's a good thing that you're able to deepen your connections with your peers at home and abroad, and the organization will never criticize you for that. ”

- Age of Peace......

Xiang Shan felt strange about the word. He glanced out the window.

This is his little dormitory. Single room, the room is only about 3 square meters, with a direct drinking water pipe, no private bathroom.

Outside the window, groups of Blue Helmets, jeeps, and the occasional helicopter walk back and forth.

It was as if peace existed only in this three-square-meter cubicle.

"Comrade Xiang, don't look at it like that." Officer Hu shook his head: "Yes, the security force here is a bit strong...... There may also be a complex composition. However, I can vouch for absolute peace here. ”

"Besides, I came to you mainly because the organization doesn't want you to have conflicts with foreigners. You see, I just said this morning, you should communicate more with your foreign counterparts and make more friends, and you have a quarrel with the experts of the United States this afternoon......"

Xiang Shan frowned: "Quarrel? I'm just being reprimanded all over my face for some reason, right? That man...... of the United States? It's completely based on prejudice and malicious speculation about my hobbies. I have all the respect for his personal opinions......"

Officer Hu laughed: "Comrade Xiang is quite talented in doing foreign affairs. But I still want you to recount what just happened. ”

Time goes back a quarter of an hour.

Xiang Shan, who had just had dinner in the cafeteria, stood in the area near the woods in the park, looking at the white "tent" from a distance. In the afternoon, he was dragged to two meetings, conveyed some things that he didn't know if they mattered, and then joined the master and contacted several scholars he knew...... Only now did he get a chance to take a good look at that place.

Although he knew that the white that was faintly reflected in the pink sunset was a pure product of the earth, the contents were from the alien "Voyager".

Thinking of this, Xiang Shan felt a spirit. It was a coolness that came from the soul. When facing this tent, he felt the crystal ice fall from the top of his head to his heart, which was indescribably refreshing.

At this time, certain "hobbies" took root again......

Xiang Shan pulled out a palm-sized notebook with a leather cover from his breast pocket and brought it to his lips. But he quickly smiled self-deprecatingly, opened his notebook, and pulled out a pen.

Originally, he had an electronic notebook with him, the screen was a mobile phone screen found in the waste electronics recycling market, and there were also some waste components, and the rest was printed by himself. The performance is okay, but there are only simple functions such as recording and taking notes - or rather, all the performance is piled up towards the goal of "office". The system inside is also changed by itself with open source code.

It is the product of hand training.

Although the actual performance is not as good as the latest products, it is very suitable for use. Xiang Shan likes this kind of DIY gadget. Unfortunately, electronics can't be brought here.

Xiangshan has a lot of hobbies. But what he is most comfortable with is "writing science fiction". When he was an undergraduate, he published two short stories in domestic publications.

And now, Xiang Shan actually feels an unprecedented "sense of fate".

- Although I am not the first scientist to stand in front of this extraterrestrial creation, I am definitely the first science fiction writer to stand in front of it.

This thought alone made Xiang Shan feel like he was inspired.

Anyway, there will be no research tasks in the next two days, so it is better to open your mind and write the outline first.

As for when it will be finished...... Hahahaha. Just kidding, I'm not a professional writer. By the time the outline is complete, the story will be complete for me, okay?

Xiang Shan first drew a sketch in his notebook, recorded the appearance of the "tent", and then recorded the "inspiration" or "idea" of the story.

"Uh-huh...... I don't think I can continue in this industry, so I can go to that line of work. Xiang Shan was very satisfied with his "creativity".

At this moment, a voice interrupted his thoughts: "You don't really have to do such a thing. ”

It's English.

Xiang Shan turned his head and found that it was a black-haired white youth who spoke. He leaned against the pedestal of a street lamp and held a book in his left hand, which should have just been closed. The man looked slightly thin, with high cheekbones, deep eye sockets, and a three-dimensional face. It's just that his eyebrows are very flat, and there seems to be an anger that can't be dissolved.

Xiang Shan pointed to himself stunned: "Are you in a ...... I? Speak? ”

The young man nodded, "You don't have to do such a thing. Do you know? That star won't be in the sea for long. No one knows exactly how the contents will be and if they will be preserved in the Earth's environment - maybe the contents come from a planet where oxygen is scarce, and will spontaneously combust if it comes into contact with the Earth's atmosphere? These uncontrollable elements will prompt the idiots above to quickly organize the first exploration team. ”

"And when the time comes, all the intelligence will be shared between the countries. You are recording external intelligence here, there is no point in it. ”

There was a hint of disdain in the young man's expression: "Human society is about to undergo great changes. You've faced all this, but you still want to play the trick of espionage? ”

Xiang Shan touched his forehead. He felt as if someone had said something similar today.

"To be honest, I'm just here as a science fiction writer." Xiang Shan showed his notebook: "The whole illustration, not too much, right?" Why is this also an act of espionage? ”

The black-haired youth puffed through his nose and seemed to show disdain: "Do you think I will really believe it?" Only a science fiction writer would think that a science fiction writer would be called here after something like this. This is not the 80s, academic research and science fiction have been disconnected for a long time. ”

In the last century...... Could it be the "Star Wars Project"? Science fiction authors are also guests of NASA and other research and development institutions. Many R&D organizations feel that the imagination of science fiction writers can give them directional hints.

Presumably Sir Arthur C. Clarke's "exemplary role"?

However, as the disciplines become more and more differentiated, and the professional knowledge becomes more and more difficult and more disconnected from the context of daily life, the role of science fiction writers becomes smaller and smaller. Thirty years ago, science fiction writers were no longer welcome to attend their meetings.

After all, when it comes to brain holes, science fiction writers can no longer be compared with real scientists.

Xiang Shan thought about joking, and deliberately said: "But I really didn't lie to you, I'm really a science fiction writer." My name is Xiang Shan, and if you have access to the Internet, you should be able to look up my work. ”

The conscience of heaven and earth, this sentence can only be true, and it can no longer be true.

He Xiangshan is indeed a science fiction writer, and he does have works that can be consulted.

It's just that he wasn't invited as a science fiction writer.

The young man was taken aback: "I heard that the republic is known for being technocrats, right?" Why is professionalism so ...... So ......"

Xiang Shan smiled.

"Foigt!" Suddenly, a tall woman rushed over from the side: "You shouldn't touch other people without permission!" You dangerous person! ”

"Huh......" Ferigt gave a contemptuous expression, "Are you FBI?" Do you also have enforcement authority beyond the borders of the United States? I don't think you have the right to restrict my communication with other people. ”

"Keeping you here, it's just that the experts have gotten their heads and added you to the 'white list', you information terrorist." The woman cried out, "It would be a mistake to include you in any project of a confidential nature!" As soon as the FBI finds evidence, we'll send you to jail. ”

"It's just a false accusation." The young man shrugged and didn't seem to care.

The woman turned to the mountain. He did not approach, but opened his arms, spread his hands, and kept a distance of three meters from Xiang Shan: "People of the republic? Listen, no matter what he just told you, please don't care. This guy is just a radical lunatic. If there is something offended, I am willing to apologize on his behalf. It's just his personal behavior. I don't want any diplomatic turmoil. ”

Xiang Shan nodded. He had never been exposed to such a thing, and he didn't know what was going on, so he simply turned around and left without saying a word.

Then more than ten minutes later, Officer Hu came over with a serious look and said that he wanted to talk to him alone.

Officer Xiao Hu shook his head: "That woman is very impressive. She opened her hands and kept her distance from you, which was done for the surveillance to see, indicating that she did not make small movements to you and did not pass any information. ”

Xiang Shan was surprised: "That's ...... Is it serious? ”

"Maybe it's because that woman's original identity was more special." Officer Hu looked strange: "I guess she knows that talking too close to you may cause unnecessary diplomatic turmoil." Now at a critical stage of negotiations, anything has the potential to have unforeseen consequences. ”