The communicator followed closely, and the supervisor pushed open the screen door, and the other staff members glanced back and saw that it was the boss, and continued to work one by one.

"Connect the call channel, and I'm going to talk to the person in charge of the 'outpost' station in person." The Director commanded as he stared at the display with various symbols jumping around.

The communicator gestured for him to lean to the side, and the supervisor stood up and returned his seat to him. The supervisor is mainly in charge of administration, and the technical details of each department are not exhaustive, not to mention that the communication password is only known to the communicator and the head of the headquarters. So the communicator tinkered on the screen.

After a while, he said, "The signal is connected, but there will be a time lag of 2 minutes between each sentence (the delay effect of the speed limit of the radio waves), or it will be changed to a character format." ”

"Can characters express tone and emotion? I want to hear him with my own ears. ”

"Alright then, Your Excellency, please." The correspondent handed him the headset.

There was one chair for each person in the control room, and there was no superfluity, which meant that unrelated people were not allowed to chat here, and the communicator had to stand up again.

The Director buckled up his headset and sat down, "Hey, I'm Joseph from Control, and I'm going to talk to Dr. Keller." In the case of the Hourglass Sea incident, the Earth Headquarters needs more detailed information, and I suspect it was a premeditated attack. Complete. The supervisor wanted to say as much as he could, after all, it takes 2 minutes to send a message, but he couldn't think of anything more for a while.

The wait was long, and the time passed by second by second, and when the signal light finally went off, Joseph clicked on the flickering green square on the screen.

A middle-aged male voice, estimated to be in his 50s, immediately sounded in the headset: "I'm Keller." The geoscientist and his car are indeed gone. Dr. Yali's memories are recovering, possibly due to excessive shock, but she is now recalling the situation after being counseled by a psychiatrist (who is equipped with a psychiatrist because of the loneliness of being away from her loved ones for many years). ”

"Record Miss Yali's memories and pass them on word for word." Joseph took off the headset: "I'll go out for a while, and let me know as soon as I arrive." ”

"Okay." The correspondent replied.

Beep, beep, Joseph was having lunch when the internal pager on his wrist (it is strictly forbidden for the control center personnel to carry any personal communication equipment, there is a special line to contact the superiors) rang. He quickly finished his meal and rushed to the control room with his mouth in his mouth.

The following is a computerized recollection of Dr. Yali's recollection of the Hourglass Sea encounter:

"Originally, we were traveling in the same car, and considering that the harsh environment in the polar region could cause the car to break down, he and I each set off in a Type C mountain bike, so that the chance of breaking down at the same time was very small."

It seems that there is no word missing, and even the procrastination and repetition of the temporary disconnection of the train of thought when speaking are sent.

"Sure enough, due to my driving skills, a sharp piece of weathered rock plunged into the tires at the point where I was about to reach the Hourglass Sea. Originally, he was going to wait for me, but in a hurry, I asked him to go first. We joked that he might have finished his job before my tires could be repaired. At that time, I was still blaming those big men who only knew how to talk (in this case, the officials of the Earth Headquarters). ”

However, when the repair was completed, he didn't respond, I mean the intercom. It stands to reason that when I reach my goal, he will notify me whether it is okay or not, because it will determine my next move. There won't be any surprises, right? I had a premonition of foreboding, so I drove up. ”

"It was expected, but it was much more weird than I expected. The Japanese addresser and his car seemed to have been seized by something. The engine roared, the sand under the wheels flew, the car tried to retreat, but to no avail, the huge front wheels were disappearing, like, like there was a pile of transparent sand in front of the car slowly burying the car, oh no, it wasn't transparent, it was just invisible, it was an invisible devourer"

I screamed like I had seen a ghost, but the transparent devourer didn't stop its feast, and all that was left of the car was the rear wheel and tail cover. It was midday, and the polar sun was still oblique, so I immediately grabbed the infrared telescope on the car (sometimes going into the shady side of Mars to survey the solid water underground, so this is the norm), and it seemed to disturb the oblique light, but it was very faint, just a light outline like mist. ”

"What does that outline look like? Let me think. Like a praying mantis, oh no, the head isn't that small; Like locusts, there is a little, but only a little; Yes, I remember, it looks like an ant, an ant with a thorn on its tail. ”

"That misty ant silhouette only appeared for less than 2 seconds, definitely not more than 2 seconds, but it was enough to see its enormity. It's just too big, how can you describe it? Similar to an aircraft carrier with a displacement of 50,000 tons. That's right, it's a transparent ant the size of an aircraft carrier that swallows people and cars little by little. ”

"It has no wings and no mouth, but the Japanese geologists were eaten by it, and there was not even a bit of scum left."

Note: Psychiatrist questioning and inducements are omitted between paragraphs.

Joseph read it in one go, was stunned for a while, and Mu Ran said: "Print out eight copies, those old guys in the Ministry of Defense like to read paper documents." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency." The laser printer has a warm-up sound.

The online library of Nantian University, XX city, China.

Now there are fewer and fewer paper books. Due to the increasing amount of information and population, and the shrinking of natural resources, paper as a carrier of information is generally only used in official documents or formal occasions, and educational books are gradually being replaced by flat computers (a flat plane theoretically has no thickness, this is an upgraded product of a tablet, only a millimeter thick, and can even be rolled up and inserted in a jacket pocket like a pen).

Originally, it was not used in the library, but this is not an ordinary consultation. In order to find out where all the meteorites on Earth have fallen, the time span includes from the birth of the Earth to the present. Such detailed data is not searched in ordinary engines such as Baidu and Google, so it must be connected to the high-end interface of the global database, which is only available in the library, which needs to be paid by time and is expensive.

The moment the old professor accessed the super network, what he felt was freedom, which was the freedom of speed and the amount of information. He had come this time for the mysterious crystal, which he had concluded was something extraterrestrial.