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The three evil bullets all went into the chest of the owner of the Kodak Theater, and it seemed that the "Highland Center" signboard that had just been changed was very unlucky and unruly.

The old mobile phone, which was as hard as a brick, was rudely snatched away, and the direct line call with the president was forcibly terminated.

Two fierce "decorators" pointed two automatic rifles at the former governor, their faces beaming.

"Very good, one more big fish. The guy with the warm barrel apparently recognized Schwarzen. It's no surprise that his global popularity is so high that he is a never-retiring idol especially for anyone who loves to dance with knives and guns.

Now in the realm of Hollywood, it is even more wrong - who can it be if it is not the "Terminator" himself?

Another brawny man hurriedly took out his mobile phone and stepped forward to take a selfie with Schwarzen, who was raising his hand in surrender. "It's amazing, it's just that, if you can go back to Syrea, this picture can be exchanged for five sheep. ”

Schwarzen was calm, and a moment before the flash came on, he grinned cooperatively - not flattery, but professional habits. Whether he is a movie star or a politician, these two identities have left a deep imprint on him as "treating fans well".

Hearing the word "Syrea", his heart swelled, "Fuck! It's the fucking ISS Isetan extreme terrorist......"

What to do?

No way.

He knew better than anyone that no amount of muscle could stop a 5.56 mm G36 automatic rifle bullet.

If possible, at the moment, he is willing to exchange the seven "Mr. Olympia" trophies he has won in his lifetime for a large python revolver.

- But since it is impossible, just be obedient, his political experience has taught him how to give in moderately.

Escorted at gunpoint, the former governor was escorted to the VIP dressing room backstage of the theater. He was familiar with this door, and he had stepped in and out many times. Of course, it was all for the Oscars.

This time, he was very surprised that he was not greeted by popular movie stars from all walks of life, nor by directors and producers who were in the sky.

A group of unfamiliar faces sat in a circle, frozen on the waiting couch, and no one spoke. It's just that Qi Qi turned his head to look at him, the unlucky guy who was late.

The terrorists closed the door behind him, and the sound of locking could be clearly heard.

Schwarzen lowered his hands behind his head and quickly glanced around to make sure there were no gunmen in the room except for a group of old guys. Immediately walked around the house......

The "old fellows" were very quiet, and watched him quietly until he looked disappointed.

"We checked and there are no other exits here. Ventilation ducts are only for cats to climb into. A white-haired old man was the first to remind.

Schwarzen smiled, took a cigar from the inner pocket of his suit, put it in his mouth, squeezed it out between his teeth and replied, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" Actually...... I'm checking which wall is thinner, and I'll take two puffs and kick a hole to get you out together!"

As he spoke, he searched for a lighter all over his body, and suddenly remembered that he had just been searched on the road. He could only curse hatefully, and took off the cigar and put it back into the inner bag.

"That can't be. The other retorted softly.

"What can't be?" Schwarzen wondered.

It was an old lady who spoke, with an oriental face, depending on her age - some are not sure, seventy or eighty is possible.

"There's no way you're going to make a hole in any of the walls here. The old lady Wen Yan explained, "Young man, it's not that you question your physique, but that if you make a hole, everyone will die." Because the outside is not directly connected to the main street, there are dozens of heavily armed terrorists inside the theater. I hope you can calm down. ”

"I'm sixty-nine, how old are you?"

"Eighty-six, eighty-seven at once. ”

Schwarzen laughed, "That's really an old sister." Oriental faces have always been an ageless mystery in the eyes of Westerners. Are you Japanese?"

"Nope. The old lady looked disgusted, "Am I that ugly? ”

Schwarzen was in awe, and immediately handed over a hot hand, "Thank you to Aunt Tianchao's real estate speculation group, which has contributed nearly 20 growth points to the California economy over the years." I'm Schwarzen, the former governor of the state!"

The old lady politely stretched out her hand to shake it back, "I am Tan Youyou, an ordinary medical worker, I have no room in my life, you don't have to thank me." ”

The two boxes exchanged sincerity, and the atmosphere was somewhat warm.

Schwarzen squeezed a vacant seat between the two old men and sat down, crossed Erlang's legs and said, "Don't worry, I have already called the police, and I have just informed Mr. President, presumably the rescue team is already on the way." It's just a pity ......" he thought of the theater owner who was shot and killed, and felt a little sad.

"Very good. Then we will not waste any time and ask Mr. Hogan to continue to preside over our thesis. An old man on the governor's right hand then proposed. In contrast to Schwarzen's physique, he looks extraordinarily thin, but his aura is not inferior to anyone.

"Hogan?" Schwarzen looked over the crowd, and a wheelchair spun out from the back of the couch opposite, on which an old man with misplaced facial features sat slumped, with a blanket on his knees and an oxygen tube in his nostrils.

"Babble, babble, babble......" he finished.

A middle-aged woman behind the wheelchair began to translate, "He said that his previous hypothesis about the existence of higher intelligent life in the universe has been confirmed, but human beings themselves are limited by the bottleneck of their ability to actively carry out contact, and can only passively wait."

However, this is not a bad thing, because the 'collision of two unequal civilizations' without exception ends in the destruction or enslavement of the lower ones. Therefore, he warns the world not to send those stupid 'begging' signals to the depths of the universe......"

"Babbling, babbling......" Hogan seemed a little excited, and his words became urgent.

The middle-aged woman looks very ordinary, but her translation skills are very strong, and she immediately interfaces," he added, saying that it is more in the interests of mankind at this stage to do a good job in applied science than to invest heavily in theoretical science.

As for the large particle collider or something, don't fool around, if you don't get it right, it's the rhythm of the earth's burial. There are any black holes, wormholes, etc., you can put them in.

It is better for everyone to concentrate on supporting agriculture, integrate the elites of various disciplines in one point, and help more outstanding people like Mr. Yuan Longping, so that all 7 billion people can fill their stomachs is the immediate priority. ”

After listening to Hogan himself, the whites of his eyes rolled, and he seemed to faint from exhaustion.

The woman raised her hand and signaled, "Don't worry, he does this a lot, just take a rest." You keep talking, and he can hear it. ”

"This is the famous Hogan, the idol of the scientific community, Hogan?" the former governor Mo Ming was surprised and asked left and right.

No one answered this shallow question.

The old man to his right spoke again, "I don't completely agree with that. Only when all disciplines go hand in hand can mankind get enough help from other research directions when there is a critical breakthrough at a certain point.

After all, at the top of knowledge, or at the source, the categories are very blurred, and the boundaries between disciplines are not clear. Any cognitive shortcoming can become an unexpected shackle that hinders the overall progress.

When the time comes, it will be better to go back and strengthen it, and the gains outweigh the losses. It's better to do your job as soon as possible. As long as we share in a timely manner, we can break down those invisible barriers......"

This seemed to irritate Hogan, who suddenly rolled his pupils back and babbled violently. The middle-aged female assistant immediately pressed her shoulders from behind him and rubbed them vigorously a few times, like a massage, and like a hint. Hogan's eyes rolled and calmed down again.

"What did he say?"

"Didn't say anything, just let the next one speak. The female assistant replied with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll say a few words......" snorted a balding old man with a pipe.

"What are you pretending to be if there's no fire?" the other fat old man beside him was a little unimpressed.

The bald beard glared, "I have used this pipe for forty years, and the e-liquid stored in it has never been washed, and I am drunk casually." You don't need tobacco, so what do you need fire?"

This made sense, and the fat old man turned his head away from him.

The bald beard continued, "There is the possibility that the universe and human beings are the origin of each other. We have been committed to taking the universe as the source and deriving the worldview of mankind. But why not take human beings as the source and then derive the hypothesis of the universe?"

The fat old man grabbed the handle and immediately turned back and fought back, "This is idealism, naked idealism." What's the difference with the deception of the preachers?"

"Of course it's different. The beard scratched his baldness, "From the perspective of my research direction, the human brain has infinite room for expansion, even to the point that it can form a universe of its own.

Although the area we developed was large, the number of cells we could use along the way was extremely limited. That is, the layout of the lines is wide, but the distribution of the points is pitiful, and this phenomenon is present on all faces. If the effective cells are called the Earth, the other spaces to be used can be named the Universe. ”

He was still unsatisfied, but was interrupted by another old man with sunglasses, "Makes sense! As we all know, the existence of the soul has been proven by countless facts, and we do not disclose the progress of this research result solely in response to the needs of secular government for social stability.

The soul, on the other hand, is a seemingly empty material body, but it has an inexplicable substance of energy. I suspect that it is their presence that causes the parasitic flesh to produce a corresponding aid, the brainstem. ”

The fat old man was unwilling to find the alliance with a bald beard, and sneered, "What do you say prove? Mankind doesn't need to continue to explore the mysteries of the universe, does it? Just lift the skull and examine the brain stem with a magnifying glass, right? By the way, take out a handful of so-called souls and torture the origin of the universe, or the origin of all things and even everything?

I see, why don't you go to the Vatican to get a mage certificate to exorcise demons, or go to the Celestial Empire to cultivate a real thing or something...... This tone of mysticism, which tends to be a fantasy, is completely intriguing and does not contribute to scientific progress at all, and even threatens to lead to regression!"

"I don't understand exorcism, I've seen it. The old lady of the Celestial Dynasty, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly interjected. "It does have an unknown realm that we can't reach. ”

"Oh buy Ka Ten, Yo Yo?? Tell me—" The old man in sunglasses seemed to be very interested in this topic.

The old lady hesitated for a moment, then continued, "For decades, I have often thought that if one day everything I have experienced can be explained in the language of existing science, I will surely be able to solve the mystery of the connection between man and the universe. Even if not all of them, it is enough to comfort this life......"