A drizzly winter in Japan. It is a sunny summer in Australia, and in the southernmost part of Australia, across the 240-kilometer-wide Bass Strait, there is the southernmost human settlement in the world except Antarctica, known as the "end of the world" Tasmania. This isolated island is known for its natural beauty and high-quality agricultural products. After the Dutch explorer Abu Tasman discovered the island on 24 November 1642 in a sailing ship and named it after its patron, Anthony van Diemen of the Dutch East India Company, the solitary island has not been seen in the world. It wasn't until 1777 that Captain James Cook's third expedition to Tasmania revealed that this unique hideaway occupied by Tasmania's Aboriginal people was revealed.

At the beginning of the 20th century, Tasmania became part of the Australian Commonwealth and entered the civilized world, but until today, this overly remote island has not become one of the world's tourist hotspots, and still welcomes the warm winds of the Pacific Ocean day and night with a simple appearance that has not changed for a century. The calm life has made the islanders wary of new technology entering the country, and in 2020 the Australian PXX group tried to start a petroleum refining project in Tasmania, which was voted down by the state legislature. Don Thompson, the owner of the Frigate Bird, a former councillor for the Devon Harbor constituency, hung old photographs of his refusal to refine the oil refining project on the walls of his bar, and he tirelessly recounted to his guests the glorious story of convincing senators from 19 districts to expel industrial trusts from the state.

But on this day, a single tourist from the United States or Canada asked a very nasty question. The guy in his thirties, with a stubble on his face and an anachronistic Hawaiian shirt, asked, "Don, I've been in Devon for three days, and you've told me the story of three days of fighting high-tech, and I'll ask you, what does that big guy do outside the window, on the top of a hill in the distance? Don't prevaricate me with nonsense like 'TV antennas.'" ”

"Uh......" Don immediately stopped, and angrily snatched back the bourbon glass from the tourist's hand: "You drank too much, this bar won't entertain you!"

"Don't be angry, just ask. The tourist shrugged, "Also, there's a statue of an animal on the top of the mountain, so what's that?"

Don simply turned around and checked the wine, ignoring the annoying guest. A drinker on the other side of the counter laughed, "That's the Tasmanian tiger, or what you call a 'thylacine'." The building on the other side of the mountain is said to be an Indian or Chinese biotechnology company, and the main body of the building is inside the mountain, and it is said to be as big as a Minoan labyrinth. The Asians seem to be doing something like rebuilding extinct creatures, and there was a lot of bubbling in the state legislature a few years ago, but it was voted to pass, and although we already have ironworks, garment factories, rubber factories and paper mills, this is the first high-tech enterprise in Tasmania's history. ”

"Phew, after I leave office, the council will be full of spineless soft eggs!" Don turned angrily and pointed to the faint white building outside the window, "One day, these high-tech poisons will flow out to pollute our waters, kill our plants, poison our children, you see!"

"Is that so?" the tourist smacked his lips, picked up the fisherman's hat on the counter and buckled it to his head, and tossed two coins: "I'm out for a stroll, thank you for the wine, Don." ”

"Thanks, who else but you Americans drink bourbon. The bar owner muttered as he watched the annoying guy go out.

The tourist walked out of the bar lazily and squinted in the bright sun, "Ahh He took out dark green sunglasses from his jacket pocket and put them on his ear, took out the cigarette case from his right trouser pocket, thought about it, stuffed it back again, took out a lollipop from his left trouser pocket, peeled off the package and threw it into his mouth.

"Sam, where are you going today?" someone on the dock held out his hand to greet him.

"Again, just spin around, what's the catch?" the good-natured American replied with a wave of his hand, tucking a few strands of obstructive blonde hair from under his hat into it, smacking the candy in his mouth.

"Nothing else, just a crab, please ask for something at noon, you must come." The man said with a smile.

"King crab again? It's been getting more and more lately, isn't it? Two people can't eat it, man, call a few chicks. Sam waved his hand, "I'll come when I'm hungry!"

He walked the path around the docks, greeting seven or eight people along the way, and within two or three days of arriving at Devon Harbour, he was already in complete harmony with the townspeople. The sun is shining, but the temperature is not too high, with an average summer temperature of only 22 degrees Celsius, making Tasmania arguably the most climate-friendly island in the world.

The American, whose original name was Sam Williams, walked out of town seemingly aimlessly and began to climb up the mountain. The mountain had no road to walk, so few people visited, and Sam walked slowly through the weeds, picking up a branch to make a cane, and occasionally calling the grass to scare away the snakes. After forty minutes of climbing a hill, he stopped to catch his breath, took off the kettle around his waist and took a few sips of beer, the kettle was well insulated, and the Borg's local beer he had poured in the morning was still cold, and the American burped and squinted comfortably.

Through the green Ray-Ban sunglasses, you can condescendingly overlook the entire Devon port town, the turquoise sea floats a little white sails, the distant cargo terminal near the ro-ro cargo ships from the Australian mainland, a passenger plane flew close to the sea, slowly landing at the Devon port civil airport not far away. Due to its location, where visitors come mostly from Japan and China, the island's booming East Asian economy brings in a lot of revenue, while maintaining Tasmania's unique natural environment is an ideal balance between modest visitor numbers and Tasmania's unique natural environment.

Taking off his hat and fanning the wind, Sam Williams moved on. The pure white building is just behind another mountain peak, exposing the top of the mountain is a huge rectangular antenna, just at a glance, the Americans know that it is the latest model of phased array satellite antenna, each 15 * 15 cm module costs about 400,000 US dollars, and the entire antenna uses almost 400 standard modules, no communication satellite in the world can use such an exaggerated transmission channel, it can only be said that this mysterious agency is fully prepared to deal with emergencies.

Obscured by the thriving bushes, Sam pushed aside the bushes, occasionally plucking a few small berries from the treetops and throwing them into his mouth, soaking in the sweet and sour taste of ripe berries. It took about an hour and a half to climb to the top of the mountain, and the Americans climbed to the top of the mountain with a low tree, wiped the sweat from their foreheads, and the Omega Seamaster 600-meter water-resistant watch on their wrists showed that it was now 12:40 p.m. He said to himself: "King crab should enjoy it yourself, man, work first, then enjoy, and besides, there will be psychological obstacles when eating such a big crab......"

A low white wall appeared not far away, undulating up and down the mountain, enveloping the vast mountainous area. From this point of view, the phased array antenna happens to be sandwiched between four mountain peaks, and at the bottom of the antenna is a three-story white building, with no doors and windows around the building, and it should be like the guests in the bar said that the main building of this mechanism is in the middle of the mountain. The statue of the Tasmanian tiger sits atop one of the peaks and looks like a sacred animal guarding an antenna.

The low wall, which is only about one meter high, is clearly marked in four languages with red paint: "Private territory, entry is prohibited, and the company has unlimited defense against trespassers." -- L.T Company. ”

"Hey, unlimited defense, you can shoot me at will. Sam fanned the wind with his hat, "But killing an American tourist is an international event, isn't that what a person with some judgment might do?" After taking two steps forward, a red beam of light suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him, and a cold warning sound sounded from nowhere: "The white wall is the warning area, and the red line is the warning area, and any intruder will be attacked." Repeat, white wall inside ......"

Sam looked at the red line under his feet, bent down and picked up a small pebble and threw it over. Unexpectedly, the stone passed through the invisible cordon smoothly and landed on the ground seemingly unharmed. But the form of the stone disappeared the moment it hit the ground, turning into a pile of gray powder. The warning continued to play, and Sam Williams suddenly realized: "Oh! It's Van der Waal's barrier! Okay, can't you go back?" he raised his hands in a surrender gesture, turned over the low wall, and began to descend the mountain without hesitation, reviewing his knowledge of the van der Waals barrier as he went: the intermolecular force is known as the van der Waals force, and the van der Waals barrier emerged as a byproduct of electron cloud research, which uses a high-intensity electromagnetic field to force molecules to move, and when the molecular spacing exceeds the van der Waals radius, the object loses its state and is completely shattered. It's a terrible weapon, but only a few large businesses can afford it due to the enormous computer consumption and harsh control conditions.

As he descended the mountain, Sam pulled out a pen and paper and wrote down a short message. This piece of information will be taken by the intermediary and sent to the ghost right hand branch on the other side of the ocean as quickly as possible, and there is only one key word for the message: basic confirmation.

At this time, in the central control room of the huge underground building, two inspectors were talking: "Just an ordinary tourist, right?"

"Anyway, curiosity is very heavy, but it's good to be measured. ”

"Then you don't have to write to the log, right?"

"It's better not to do anything to get yourself in trouble, what do you say?"

On the screen of their terminals, there is a shield badge of a giant sea serpent wrapped around the earth, which is the biblical deep-sea sea monster that represents "jealousy", Leviathan, one of the seven demons.