A week later, Schimer's spacecraft landed on the ice of Europa. At the beginning of the establishment of the Taishen Committee, the West Erels commissioned the Clark people to transmit the coordinates of the Committee to all corners of the solar system through interstellar broadcasting, and the position has not changed for thousands of years, so the spacecraft quickly located the entrance to the catalog of the Taishen Committee. After landing, the two pilots waited in the cabin, and Schimer went to the headquarters of the Taishen Commission on his own. Stepping out of the ship, Schimer looked through his helmet at the white wasteland in front of him, a replica of his homeland, the moon, except that one was a dusty, lead-gray hard earth covered with pits, and the other was a crystal clear glass world covered in thick ice. The temperature on the surface of Europa is one or twenty degrees lower than the lowest temperature on the surface of the moon at night, and whether Schimerrao is wrapped in an ultra-energy-efficient insulated spacesuit, or is he shivering from the cold and his brain hurts. On the distant ice, the sea water is squeezed out of the gaps in the ice by the tremendous pressure from the ice sheet, forming huge fountains thousands of meters high, like invisible volcanoes in the depths of the sea, or like several huge whales swimming under the ice spewing huge water columns. The sea water shot into the sky melted into flakes of ice haze before it could land on the ice surface, and drifted down in front of Schimer's eyes with the wind, and large pieces of ice splintered on the mask and fell to his feet, making Schimer shiver a few more times.

The complainant, who was shivering from the cold, was hesitating when he suddenly felt a violent tremor on the ice beneath his feet, and a small submarine with a huge ice drill on its head suddenly emerged from the ground through the ice and stopped in front of Schimer's eyes, which startled him. Schimer gathered his eyes to look through the transparent porthole of the submarine, and saw that the entire cabin was full of liquid, and at the top of the wheelhouse sat two bloated fish-like creatures, one with a grim face and two huge round fish eyes staring at him, and the other hand (fin?). Each held two small flags, one yellow and one red, and waved them at Schimer solemnly, as if conveying some kind of flag. Schimer straightened his chest and strode over to the submarine, the outer door of the submarine isolation compartment opened in front of him, he bent down and stepped into the cabin to stand still, the outer door of the isolation cabin closed and the inner door opened, and a wave of water quickly poured in to wrap Schimer. Before Schimer had time to react, the small submarine spun rapidly on the ice like a huge spinning top, and the hull was driven by the centrifugal force generated by the rotation to be thrown into the air, followed by a big head down to the ice, at the same time, the ice drill on the head of the submarine was suddenly activated, making a downward path in the ice, and the small submarine disappeared into the vast ice sea with a fierce son.

Schimer was immersed in liquid, as if he had returned to weightless space. The cabin was very cramped and lacked seats, and the low height made it impossible for him to even stand up straight; Schimo tried to sit on the ground, but the buoyancy of the air in his helmet straightened his head upwards, so he had to stand diagonally in the water at a comical angle, and at the same time felt a little crying and laughing. The wheelhouse is separated from the rear cabin of the Schimer by a hatch, and the two fishmen inside are concentrating on driving the boat, and the other turns around and constantly waves some flags at Schimer through the round porthole on the door, but unfortunately they are not equipped with corresponding diagrams, Schimer thinks to himself, could it be that these fishmen regard their flag language as the universal language of the solar system? Fortunately, the uncomfortable journey did not last long, and about half an hour later, the submarine braked and stopped in front of a huge structure on the bottom of the sea.

A spherical shuttle came from a distance and came to a stop close to the hatch of the submarine. The bottom of the shuttle is made of black marble, and the top half is made of transparent glass, resembling a huge bubble floating on the ocean floor. The moment the hatch opened, Schimer was sprayed directly into the shuttle by the massive pressure of the water. The shuttle wasn't as tall as Schimer's, and the space inside was just as cramped, and his helmet slammed into the upper edge of the hatch as he rushed through the door, causing his head to buzz and Schimer shook himself to barely sit down (there was still a seat in it). The doors quickly closed, and the pressure inside the car suddenly increased, draining most of the water inside, leaving him to be as high as Schimer's knees, and he didn't have to be immersed in the water anymore. Through the glass window, Schimer saw that the two pilots who had just driven the submarine to pick him up also got out of the wheelhouse, one swayed his body in a cold posture and swam straight into the distance, and the other waved the flag at Schimer in the ball cabin a few more times, and then swam away. The shuttle bus stopped for about a minute or two, the colored lights on the inner wall crackled and flashed, as if it had received some command, and then the shuttle took Schimer into the huge structure under the sea.

The bubble-shaped shuttle bus weaved through the long corridor, and Schimer looked out through the clear glass: it looked like a public office, with rooms lined up on either side of the hallway, and the doors hung with neat signs with words written on them that Schimer couldn't read, and the only novelty was that the entire building was submerged in water. Occasionally, a few fish-men would flash out of certain rooms, dressed in strange uniforms, and wander down the hallways with a serious face, passing by Schimer's spherical car, only to glance sideways at him a few times before swimming away gracefully. Schimer sat in the car and felt uncomfortable, as if he was an animal in a cage for others to admire, but the spherical car went very slowly, as if he wanted Schimer to have a good time sightseeing in this building.

Finally, the shuttle stopped in front of a door, and several small dots of light shot out from a certain part of the body, and the dots of light intermittently hit the door number, changing different patterns, and the door slowly opened, and the shuttle car carried Schimer into the room.

There were two uniformed fishmen sitting in the room, also staring at Siqimo in the shuttle bus with serious expressions. The two fish-men each wore a spherical transparent helmet on their heads, and their faces were somewhat different from the other fish-men that Siqimo had seen along the way. Behind them stood a gigantic machine. A fish-man nodded exaggeratedly at Siqimer, and then tapped with two fins on a keyboard in front of him, and at the same time, dark red text began to appear on the wall of the car in front of Siqimer, which he could read, which read:

"Hello Dzolgin friends from Solar System's 001 satellite! This is Europa, the satellite of Solar System 007, and the two of us, Shaq and Will, would like to welcome you on behalf of all Clarks. What do you need to declare? ”

Schimer leaned back slightly, twisting his eyebrows as he finished reading the words on the screen, and he turned his gaze back to the two fishmen who were waiting for his response with serious faces, and barely squeezed out a smile on their faces. He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly stopped, and then pointed to his mouth with a look of embarrassment. The typing fish-man swayed from side to side, scrambling his fin-like upper limbs on the keyboard again. New text appeared on the wall of the car in front of Schimer, which read: "You can speak to us directly, and the voice recognition system in the car will automatically translate your words to us." ”

Schimer sat up straight, cleared his throat and said loudly, "I am Schimer, the former chief priest of the Dzorkin on the Moon. I have come this time to complain about the intelligent creatures belonging to the planet Sirius Major, which is subordinate to the southern heavens. They have grossly violated the two agreements they made with us in the New Age of Dzorkin in 1313 and 2855, respectively, both of which are related to Earth. At that time, we agreed that from the date of the agreement, neither of us would ever visit the earth again in the form of the flesh, and especially not to show its appearance in front of the intelligent beings on the earth. However, as far as we know, the West Errels people have violated this agreement, and they have shown their traces at quadrant points including but not limited to the Earth coordinate space scale E33.3 &N28.9plus time scale Nose [sensitive word] C1250.7, and have been witnessed by the intelligent creatures on the earth, human beings, and this behavior has caused great harm to the legitimate rights and interests of our Zolkin people. I have come to the Solar System Affairs Declaration and Arbitration Committee to lodge a solemn protest against the West Erelsians and ask them to give me a clear answer! ”

As Schimer's sonorous voice grew, strange characters appeared on the glass panel in front of him, apparently the device on the shuttle had recognized Schimer's voice and transcribed it onto the screen. Two uniformed fishmen stared intently at the characters on the glass panel, serious expressions on their faces. One of the fish-men sitting in front of the big machine looked at the screen in front of Schimer and slapped his fins on the panel of the big machine to type, and the other fish-man also began to tap on his keyboard, and the transparent screen on the shuttle bus displayed at the bottom of Schimer's message: "We have transmitted your declaration to the information center on the planet Urge, please wait for a moment and wait for their reply." ”

After the two fishmen stopped typing, the three of them waited for the message from the machine, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little awkward. The two fishmen turned their backs to Schimer and began to exchange ears, and Schimer also looked around boredly in the spherical car. He saw that the interior of the room was simply furnished, almost three-quarters of the area was occupied by the huge interstellar information transmission machine, which must be the terminal of the Quantum system built by the West Errels people, but how could this thing transmit information in real time in the vast space-time of the vast universe? Schimer studied for a long time, but couldn't think of a reason. At this moment, the screen of the large machine suddenly automatically displayed text.

The two fishmen stared intently at the portal's screen until it stopped displaying new information. A fish-man flapped on the keyboard again. Schimer didn't expect to get a response from the West Errellians so soon, and he felt a little nervous. Before long, the following text appeared on the clear glass of the car wall in front of him:

"Your Excellency, we are aware of your declaration. We take your report very seriously and investigate it as soon as possible. However, based on the results of the quick investigation, we regret to inform you that, at present, we have not found any recent records of registered interstellar spacecraft sailing to the solar system, and based on this, we may not be able to provide you with satisfactory answers to the questions you have reflected; Instead, we have a record of the 1,074,430 PSR 1919+21 time period of 1,074,430 PSR [sensitive words] 1919+21, our probe on Earth discovered that an individual of the Drowin clan - to be exact, you - traveled to Earth without the authorization of the earthlings and came into contact with modern earthlings. We will continue to investigate this matter, and in the future, we will entrust the Clark clerk on Europa to give you a further reply. The above information is the reply of the Solar System Affairs Declaration and Arbitration Committee on the Complaint No. 00000002 record, after you confirm, please reply 'yes' by voice, and the Quantum system will automatically extract your voiceprint as a voice receipt. ”

Schimer's face turned pale, his body trembled, his previous premonition was really right, before coming to Europa, his heart had been at war between heaven and man whether to make such a long trip, and at this moment, he already knew very well that he should not go to the trouble to come here to do any so-called complaints. He said "yes" in a low voice, and the information on the screen in front of him disappeared. A fish-man tapped on his keyboard and asked if he had anything else to attend to and if he needed to stay here while the West Errels on the other side of the Quantum system transmitted further findings, and Schimer shook his head grimly. The two fishmen made a goodbye gesture to him, and the shuttle started on its own to send Schimer out of the room.

After Schimer left, the two fishmen in the room looked at each other, and there was an imperceptible smile on their stiff faces. A fish-man bent down under the table to pick up a hand-held scanner-like instrument, and scanned himself and another fish-man from head to toe, and the upper and caudal fins on their bodies disappeared at once, and correspondingly became the arms and legs of land animals, and the two fish faces in the glass mask also became the appearance of the back of the skull protruding strongly backwards, the eyes were slender and the chin was pointed.