"Ladies and gentlemen, have you read all the materials that Géziol brought back?" Now in the shelter under the sea, Mimiros was sitting alone in his dark office, staring at the large screen in front of him that shimmered with a faint light with a serious face. On the screen, four elderly people are sitting in front of their respective cameras, and the expressions on their faces seem to have been carved out of a mold.

After Mimiros sent his hair, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent. After a long time, it was another old man who spoke first.

"I don't see anything wrong with it for a while." Although he said this, there was a hint of confusion in his words, "But what I don't understand is that the content of those materials is really too detailed, so detailed that I am a little suspicious—"

"I suspect that all this information is made up by them, right?" The round-faced old man grinned, "I feel the same way." Moreover, how can there be such a coincidence. Who would believe that a civilization that came to us by chance had been attacked by Sarkincha just like us. ”

"Maybe it's because we're worried that it's too simplistic and will arouse our suspicions." The yellow-haired old man had apparently learned more about Mimiros before, and she said sensibly, "Although it is true that some of the information presented in the information is too detailed and trivial, many of the details in it cannot be falsified casually. For example, Sakincha's tendency to attack different targets in his actions, as well as some other formalized laws of action. ”

"That means those people are the ones in control of Sakincha." The thin old man was slightly excited, "These materials may have been photographed by themselves in the process of aggression, or maybe some of them were found from the civilization they invaded." ”

"It's also a possibility." The yellow-haired old man had thought about this before, and as soon as the previous old man's voice fell, she immediately answered, "But—" she said as she looked in the direction of Mimiros, "Did the news from Gziol mention that civilized individuals who had been subjected to a large-scale invasion by Sargincha had been found in the ranks of those above?" ”

In follow-up contact, Géziol had already verified the message. Further investigation revealed that the vast majority of the civilized group that had suffered large-scale aggression living on the ark today were underage children. In fact, most of the materials we look at are said to have been recorded by this civilization. As he spoke, he introduced to the other three elderly people who didn't know much, "Isn't there a large number of pointy-eared individuals who look like us in some of the video materials?" There was a group of people like them on that ark. ”

"Besides—" After a moment's hesitation, Mimiros continued, "and he found that there were at least three different civilizations living in that ark. One of these civilizations is even that big. He stretched out his right hand and measured it.

Several old men looked at each other, and the round-faced old man said with a little confusion: "With such a strange combination, how can I start to believe that what those people say is true?" ”

"Hmm." The yellow-haired old man nodded solemnly, and then gave a more detailed analysis, "At least judging from the records they provided, that sharp-eared race must have been violently attacked by Sagincha, and the truth and gore reflected in the picture are really not comparable to the fake scenes. ”

"If all the footage is real, doesn't that mean that those people are not Sakincha? Everything is a misunderstanding? The thin old man whispered his conclusion.

As soon as these words came out, the whole scene fell silent again. I don't know how long it took, but Mimiros heard a faint sigh in his ears, "Now it seems that we really made a mistake." ”

"But—but—" Hearing this conclusion, the round-faced old man subconsciously spoke, and there was even a hint of excitement in his tone. However, after a long time, he finally didn't say anything, just collapsed on the seat like a deflated ball.

Looking at the round-faced old man in the picture who seemed to have lost his strength, Mimiros was silent for a few seconds. When he spoke next, his tone began to become complicated, "Let's start voting, and now among the few of us, do you think those people are Sakincha?" After a few seconds of silence, everyone on and off the screen remained unchanged.

"It seems that the results are quite clear." Mimiros let out a sigh of relief, "Since everyone has no objections, the next question is, what do we do next?" ”

"Contact the people on the ark." After another period of silence, the yellow-haired old man broke the silence, "Since it's our fault, we should always face it." Mimiros, send a message to those people and solemnly apologize to them, saying that everything is our fault. ”

"But, but." As soon as the words fell, the thin old man hesitated and asked, "Will they accept our apologies like this?" ”

"I think it will." Although his tone seemed a little decadent, the yellow-haired old man's words still maintained a trace of firmness, "In the previous situation, it was normal for us to react like that, I believe those people should understand." More importantly, if they didn't accept our apology, they just let the war go on, and they didn't have to try so hard to change our attitude......"

Meanwhile, aboard the Voyager—

"It's been so many days, and the civilization on the planet still hasn't reacted. It stands to reason that they couldn't have spent so long not reading those materials. ”

"Maybe it's because the information in the data has too much impact on them." Spred guessed part of the truth, "They may need to take a moment to change their stubborn ideas." ”

"Don't be too optimistic." Dart poured cold water on him, "Maybe the other party was still changed by the content of the information at this time, so they just ignored us." ”

"It probably won't be." Zhou Xin shook his head thoughtfully, "How many of those aliens are still on our spaceship?" Moreover, I also heard from Atlas that in the past two days, Gziol has also been in frequent contact with civilizations on the planet, and most of the content of their communication is related to us, and it seems that the other party is learning more about our situation. ”

"Brother Captain." Before the words fell, a little girl's voice came from Zhou Xin's pocket, "Communication from the lower warehouse, the civilization on the planet seems to want to have a conversation with you......"