As soon as he said that, the young soldier ant opened its sucker and lowered its body to try to get closer to the base of the leaf, where there was a subtle notch that made it easy to climb into the hole below.

"Damn bugs, they've crawled into their ears." The king cursed, but did not dare to let go, otherwise he might be hit by the eyes with the next punch. He can only fight ants by shaking his head.

The cave was very deep, and in order to avoid slipping, the 1231007 ant had to keep going deeper into the tunnel, and finally stopped when a door blocked its way.

The itch was gone, and the king thought that the worm had been shaken off, so he resumed his offensive again. Isn't there still a mouth if you can't free your hands? Instinct drove him to lower his head, and two thick lips fell toward the dark red apex of the parabola.

The continent where the ants are located is falling, like a meteorite. Running for your life is instinctive, and the situation in front of you does not allow 1231007 to think about it, and if you don't break through the cage, you may fall into the abyss of hell. The young soldier ant curled up its abdomen, pressing the weight of its head and chest against its curved abdominal segments, making a slingshot of its body. The structure of the ant conforms to the principles of mechanics everywhere, and it is simply a perfect labor-saving machine. The bow and arrow erupted, the arrow was a large open jaw, and the door made of flesh was immediately pierced.

The fat clamp was about to cage the top of the curve, but the pain caused by the ants was felt, it was an unbearable sharp pain, Wang jumped up all over his body, and Li Xiaoyan was finally relieved.

The king turned his head sideways, his ear holes pointing downward, and snapped continuously. He even poked in with his little thumb to buckle it, but all his efforts only increased the ant's determination to escape. He screamed in a heart-rending cry that exceeded the decibels of the singing speakers.

Wang Shiyi howled in pain, and Li Xiaoyan took advantage of the chaos to run out of hell. She swayed, still a little unsteady on her feet, but at least she could walk. Her only thought now is to call the police.

Half a year later.

A small mountain village in the mountains of southwest China.

Autumn is the harvest season, and it is the time when ants are busy collecting food for the cold winter. This is the mother city-state of the 1231007 soldier ants, the wounds left by the anteaters half a year ago have been smoothed out by the power of nature itself, the sunroom on the top of the anthouse has been re-established, and a fresh leaf is used to block the sun, this fresh awning is both breathable and fragrant, which is very good for the ant eggs in the hatchery room under the sunroom. The little ones poked their heads out of the crystal egg shells, and they were all alive and well. A single nursery ant takes care of a dozen of these larvae, licking the bodies of the future city-state's successors with saliva and feeding them half-digested nutrient juices.

Suddenly, two gatekeeper ants jumped and ran down the corridor outside the hatchery, and as they ran, they let out a surprise Fairmont shout, "Great news." Ten steps from the door, a giant snail was found, enough to feed the whole city for a month. ”

The doorman spread the good news all over the city, causing most of the children who had fallen asleep to kick their calves again, causing the nursery ants to complain: "This is a quiet area, even if the news is big, it should not be noisy in this area, if it disturbs the growth of the golden boys and girls, see how the queen ant punishes you." ”

Just after the nursery ants complained, the noise came again, but this time it was not the noise but the sound of footsteps. The two doormen took the lead, followed by the same porters. The snails are soft and have no ability to resist, and these runaways are all Hercules, and their task is to carry the protein cake home at the door. Soothing the baby who was woken up, the nursery ants shook their heads instead of complaining.

"You can't be mistaken, can you?" The interviewer was an old professor with gray hair, who is the head of the biology department of Nantian University, majoring in entomology, and has turned his research direction to ant sociology in recent years.

"I run in this mountain every day, and I remember a few footprints in the woods. Half a year ago, the beast was lying here, and I didn't pay much attention to this nest. Hu Feng's father scratched his head and replied.

"You see, the ants are out, and the snails are surrounded by them." Hu Feng squatted down. He is now a freshman in the biology department of Nantian University, a closed disciple of the old professor, and as for the ins and outs of this journey, it will be slowly revealed in the future.

"Stay away, ants have very smart noses and are sensitive to vibrations, and if they are really wise, they may not be easily fooled." This is another master. The old professor was a student in his early years, but he did not inherit the mantle of the teacher. He is now a postdoctoral fellow in human brain science at the University of Texas, and in recent years, he seems to be a bit of a serious career, and has become more and more interested in non-human brain intelligence, such as whether animals have intelligence and the logic of artificial intelligence. When the old professor told him about Miss Sesame, this wisdom fan couldn't wait to rush over from the University of Texas in the United States.

"Look, the snails have been subdued, and they've gotten in to cut the cake." Hu Feng pointed.

"Doesn't that seem strange? They're just a bunch of ordinary bugs. Hu Feng's father didn't seem to be interested, looked at it for a while, and stood up to look at the scenery in the mountains.

"Don't worry, whether the ghost seed will sprout or not, it won't be long before it will be revealed." The postdoc raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Senior brother, can you be specific. I still don't understand how to do a CT scan (full name is computed tomography) of the whole nest of ants. Hu Feng blinked, all this was too new for a freshman who had just walked into the university.

"Okay, but probably not today, until all the citizens in the nest have eaten this snail meat mixed with radioactive elements (mainly freon)."

The old professor suddenly asked: "If experiments prove that this nest of ants has intelligence, and ants in other places do not have this characteristic, what results can we get?" ”

Postdoc: "This only shows that the geographical or geological conditions here are special, that is, there may be special elements underground. ”

Old Professor: "If everything is as expected, then such a discovery is epoch-making, and its merits may surpass that of Marie Curie." ”

"Marie Curie? Isn't that a Nobel Prize? Hu Feng was stunned, he didn't expect an ant to cause such a big thing, he remembered the allusion: an African butterfly flapped its wings, which caused a hurricane in South America.

"The Nobel Prize is trivial." The postdoc put it mildly.

"Is there my share then?" Hu Feng teased.

"Of course, according to the decree of the Swedish Academy of Sciences, everyone has a part in the co-discoverer." The old professor said very seriously.

The sunny side of Pluto.

Even in the afternoon, the sun was so weak that it was about to die, and its white spots of light were colder than the moonlight at night on Earth. Noon is short, the sun is slowly falling like a dark red ping-pong ball, the earth looks like a blue grape, and the cold is returning.

The sky began to drift with a pale blue fog, crystals formed by the freezing of nitrogen. In the midst of this long crystal, a piece of the canopy was suddenly dug out by a huge insect, and strange shadows appeared on the ground. The insect was glowing with silver light, and it was slowly descending, and the heat from its abdomen caused the approaching mist to disappear immediately, and it was clearly a space battleship that looked like an insect.

"Master, the outer dwarf planet of the target galaxy has arrived." The computer sounded on time.

"Call me Your Majesty from now on."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Calling a reproductive worker Your Majesty, even the computer is a little unaccustomed.

"Test the third orbital blue star at once, and wake up all dormants at the same time."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Computers have parallel processing capabilities, and several things can be done at the same time.

"Your Majesty, the wake up ultrasound has been emitted, and the whole process will take 2 hours. The information from neutrinos passing through the blue star is being analyzed. ”

Silence, waiting

"Your Majesty, the Blue Star contains a lot of water, civilization level 5A."

"What kind of creature is the ruler of the planet?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know?"

"Yes, because blue stars use ancient electromagnetic coupling methods of communication, this low-level propagation signal attenuation is very severe, and neutrinos pass through electromagnetic waves to produce much weaker changes than they do through baryon matrices (i.e., objects made of conventional molecules). For more information, unless you reach the Red Planet in orbit 4. ”

"The battleship arrives at the neighboring star of the Blue Star, and there is a possibility that it will be discovered." The commander seemed to be talking to himself.

"Yes, if not invisible."

"Stealth is generally used briefly in combat, and enabling the stealth device for a long time will consume a lot of energy."

"Yes, Your Majesty. However, there is a huge gas planet in the fifth orbit with an asteroid belt on its inner side. ”

"Gas planets? Asteroid belt? ”

"Yes, the main components are hydrogen and helium, which can be used as an energy supply for ships."

"It was perfect. With plenty of water, abundant energy supply stations, and endless bullets, it is simply the cradle described in ancient mythology. The transsexual commander sighed.

"Bullets?" The second monk of the computer is puzzled, if it has a brain.

"I already have a wonderful plan to get this cradle intact without the use of lethal weapons."

"Your Majesty is wise. Weapons of destruction can solve problems quickly, but at the same time, they can also destroy the ecosystem of the Blue Star, which is not good for breeding. ”

"Let's go to the gas star to replenish my energy first." The commander was unimpressed by the flattery of the computer.

"Yes!"