"Where have we been?"

Lao Yang felt as if he had had a long, long dream, and the voice in the dream had been lingering repeatedly. "Where have we been? Where has it been? "Maybe this is Lao Yang's obsession for a long time. We humans, to a large extent, may be living on obsession.

When Lao Yang opened his eyes, he found that he was still sitting on a small pony, and he subconsciously picked up the walkie-talkie, looked for the monitor, and found the route map of the troops' march. However, the monitor is gone, and the walkie-talkie is gone. This has not happened before. Lao Yang thought that someone might have borrowed it, so he got up slowly with his knees on his knees. To be honest, he's really tired these days. There is no obvious progress, and if he is hovering in a hopeless desperate situation like he is now, he is afraid that he will really have to unload his armor and return to the field.

He didn't dare to think much about that hope. Because the vast majority of theories today support the theory of "once discovered, it will be destroyed". The vast majority of human beings believe (if they have ever thought about it) that once aliens discover us, there will be no need for us humans to exist in the universe.

Lao Yang felt more and more that the work he did was like that of a wizard. A sorcerer is a person who has an obsession with hope, and the obsession is that "hope" will come true as he imagined.

Lao Yang took a look, the camouflage tent of the camera team, everything was still there, but it seemed to be quieter than usual. In the process of walking towards the tent, Lao Yang also stopped halfway and thought carefully about what the source of silence was. "Oh, it's the birds, it's the birds that are tired, and the resonance of the little bugs." Lao Yang found a suitable explanation for himself. In fact, if he listened more closely, he would find that it was terrifying: not only did the birds stop chirping, but the sound of the spring was gone, and the river had stopped flowing. All sounds from nature have stopped.

Lao Yang thought for half a second, and then continued to walk forward, these days, in addition to eating and sleeping, he is sitting in front of the monitor, inspecting the resonance road map, and occasionally going to the tent of the photography team to discuss the work, because there are always some small problems in photography, black screen, no power and so on. He couldn't help either, and the main thing was to urge the technical experts to solve the problem quickly. The resonant route can't go wrong. Lao Yang lifted the curtain of the tent, and he saw the embroidery first. Then there was a white feeling in front of my eyes, as if someone had set off the smoke bomb. Then his vision began to become a little blurry, and Lao Yang didn't think much about it. He just thought he might have had night blindness again and should have eaten more carrots.

"Embroidery, embroidery?"

"Huh." Lao Yang didn't see the embroidery, but when he heard her familiar voice, his heart was still somewhat settled.

"We?" Lao Yang originally wanted to ask, "How is your work going?" Unexpectedly, what blurted out was the sentence: "Where have we been." Only then did Yang realize that there was a subtle difference between his consciousness and what was actually happening. He got a lot of goosebumps, and then he became alert. "Did it really happen?" He asked himself.

He shouted louder: "Embroider, embroider." But the words he uttered backfired: "Where have we been?" And the voice kept reverberating.

Lao Yang wanted to go out of the tent to take a look, but found that he was trapped in the white fog, and he couldn't walk at all, let alone find the curtain of the tent. Lao Yang was trapped, and his consciousness and action could not be unified. "It's finally here, I'm a wizard, there's nothing wrong, everything proves that I'm not wrong." Lao Yang thought of this first.

"Where are they?" "Where am I going?" "Where have we been?"

It's changed, everything has changed.

For some reason, Lao Yang thought of a black hole. I thought of that horrible devouring, and the power of tearing.

"Am I wrong? Did I artificially create a black hole? Lao Yang had mixed feelings. Suddenly, I was moved by the power of the universe. Suddenly, I felt a little sorry. He remembered Lao Tzu's "nothingness" and Shakyamuni's "emptiness". There was no way, now he felt that his body no longer belonged to him. He was thinking that if time could be redone, he would be willing not to call the Institute of Aeronautics and Astronautics and expose the secrets of the spacecraft.

We human beings are so small, in the face of the powerful universe, really, it is better to do everything well.

"Where have we been?"

Britney was waiting outside the tower. She knew that this was the giant tower that Twin Guns had told her about. This giant tower made of pure gold has energy that humans can't imagine, and it forms a golden beam of light that can be scattered directly out of the earth without being disturbed by any other matter. Twin Spears had told her that he had crumpled into atoms with the golden beam and escaped to Earth as fast as he could.

"Well, we humans are very smart." Britney thought. She walked around the tower three times, and found that it was really a geometric structure that tested her intelligence, and from any angle, the tower had only three sides, but if you looked at the tower from the vantage point, she would find that it had a total of eight sides. And the structure inside looks simple and empty, but when you walk inside, you will find that it is layered, and ordinary people will get lost when they walk in. I don't know how to get it, it seems to be a device that can be automatically lifted.

"How the hell is it built?" Britney stroked the edge of the tower, recording all the information into her chip. Carefully analyze the brick by brick of the tower.

"Huh? Who are you? Suddenly, a humble Chinese appeared in front of him. Not as tall as her. The belly is a bit big. Wears thick black-rimmed glasses. A clean head with a slightly receding hairline. Gray shirt, a bit of cheap gray trousers.

"How come I've never seen you?" Britney's modified brain and chips allow her to speak several Chinese dialects, even dialects. But the simple man in front of him didn't seem to understand what she said. He seemed to be in a state of confusion.

"Well, I'm talking to you, who are you!" At this time, Britney remembered the twin guns again, the twin guns were so amazing, as long as there was physical contact, he could record information, Britney's brain was not so strong enough.

The man did not speak.

But the man had clearly heard someone talking to him, but he couldn't control his body at all. And at the same time, inside Qigu's room. Xiao Li and Qigu's quarrel stopped. Xiao Li looked at Qigu with affection.

"Qigu, don't worry, where I am, you are, from now on you are my born lover, partner, and fighting friend."

"I love you, Kiya."

(End of chapter)