Chapter 1375 Contact of the Fifth Kind

Mars.

I don't know how many meters deep underground.

Dr. Fan, who was standing in an empty "main hall", had the words "dumb" written all over his face at this moment.

Common sense told him that it was impossible to have a signal here, let alone hear human voices.

So when the voice of "Can you hear me?" echoed in his ears, he even wondered if he was hallucinating due to dehydration.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the intermittent voice obviously showed a trace of hesitation, and he muttered something to himself.

"Strange... Could it be that there is something wrong with the translator? It is logically impossible."

……Translator?

What it is.

After recovering from the bewilderment, Fan Tong looked around with a flashlight, looking for the source of the radio signal, and replied.

"I can hear you... who are you?"

There are hematites nearby, and the signal penetration is very poor. Considering the signal is full, the signal source should be nearby. However, the beam of the flashlight searched every corner of the hall, and Fan Tong did not see any electronic products.

"Don't look for it." Looking at Fan Tong who was looking around, the voice in the communication channel suddenly became playful, "If you can find me here, it will be really fun."

Gradually realizing that he was doing useless work, Fan Tong took a deep breath and gave up the useless search.

Stretching out his hand to touch the transparent wall again, he nervously took half a step back, repeating his previous question in a vigilant tone.

"Who are you? Could it be..."

"Could it be?"

"Are you... a Martian?"

Trembling said this sentence out of the mouth.

However, while Fan Tong was nervously waiting for that person's answer, there was suddenly no movement in the communication channel.

The silence lasted about a minute.

Just when he gradually began to doubt whether he had guessed correctly, and the strange-looking alien soldiers were on their way to catch him, a series of ear-piercing bursts of laughter suddenly came from the communication channel without warning.

"Hahahahaha! Interesting, I haven't heard such an interesting joke for a long time... But it's a pity, you don't seem very smart."

Fan Tong: "..."

"If by Martians you mean those bugs who used to live on this planet, then I'm sorry, I'm not such a lowly existence," the laughter gradually subsided, and there was a hint of sarcasm in the tone of the voice, And a little bit of regret, "I was pleasantly surprised to see the civilization composed of mammalian primate organic life forms, but I didn't expect it to be a primitive civilization that didn't even go out of the mother star. No wonder, you don't even know where I am." Can't find it."

Looking at Fan Tong who was retreating nervously, the voice smiled and continued.

"Don't be nervous... I won't eat you, come on, take off the mask, let me see what you look like."

"Are you crazy?" Fan Tong stared forward, subconsciously said, "There's no air here."

If it weren't for the fact that this place is underground, where electromagnetic signals cannot reach, he couldn't help but suspect that the people in the base had turned on a voice changer to play tricks on him.

He was sure now that there must be a camera or something similar watching him nearby, and maybe the person hiding in the monitoring room was laughing like crazy.

As for who, and why...

He felt that his brain was messed up, like a crushed tofu brain.

"Oh, that's right, I almost forgot... this planet has been destroyed by its former owner," the voice seemed to be self-reflecting, and after muttering, he fell into a dilemma, "What should I do? What? The guys with the brains don't tell me how to tell them apart..."

Fan Tong: "What are you mumbling about?"

Owner of this planet?

It means that there really was civilization on this planet?

Moreover, the reason why Mars became what it is now is actually not the reasons speculated by the academic circles at all, but the ancient civilizations that once lived here did it?

Who he is is not so important anymore, Fan Tong, who is an expert in planetary geology, is only curious about one thing now.

"...What was Mars like before?"

"What was it like before? Even if I describe it to you, you probably won't be able to understand it with your level of civilization. After all, you have only seen your own home planet. In short, it is an enviably mild world, with a nitrogen-oxygen atmosphere. There is an ecosystem with strong self-healing ability, and a series of factors such as environment, temperature, and humidity at different latitudes are in line with the survival needs of known advanced organic life forms. You can understand it as an ecosystem that is extremely rich, yes 120% of the living organisms of all the genus and species of the order Phylumidae are 120% livable."

Habitable for all higher organisms?

Fan Tong doesn't particularly understand what kind of concept this 120% corresponds to, but just listening to this description, it should be a good place that is more comfortable than the earth.

After all, with the rate of species extinction on the earth, it is really hard to imagine that 120% of all life forms are livable. And if this trend continues, it may not be necessary for a thousand years, and human beings can't stand it...

"Yes, I suddenly thought of a wonderful idea." Suddenly thought of something, the voice in the communication channel was a little excited, "Tell me first, how far your civilization has developed."

The moment he heard these words, the expression on Fan Tong's face gradually became vigilant.

As if noticing the fluctuations in his mood, the voice smiled and said.

"Don't be nervous, don't say that we are not in the same universe, even if we are, we are not interested in a group of monkeys living on continental planets, especially these monkeys are so ugly."

"...Not in the same universe?" Thinking of some interpretations of Academician Lu's thesis and the concept of extra dimensions that he had read online, Fan Tong frowned and said, "Can you still come from the void?"

"Oh? Is the current low civilization so good?" There was a hint of interest in the voice, "It seems that the oracle of those guys still played a role... If it wasn't for the translator question."

There are more and more concepts that I don't understand.

Now even the oracle has popped up.

Looking at the empty hall, Fan Tong clenched the multifunctional shovel in his hand and continued calmly.

"I can't trust a person who doesn't even want to show his face and hides his face. Before you explain your identity and purpose of coming, I won't answer any of your questions about 'us'."

"Then let's answer each other one by one," the voice replied in a nonchalant tone, "If you think my question offends you, or invades your poor privacy, you can choose to refuse to answer .As a courtesy, I may allow you to ask questions first."

"make a deal."

Although there are still doubts in my heart, I am still satisfied with this sincerity.

Fan Tong organized the language in his mind and continued to speak.

"So my question... who are you?"

"Who am I? This question is a bit abstract. I believe you don't intend to ask me for a philosophical answer, but my name means nothing to you. If this is the case, then use your so-called The 'Martian' term is fine. When they existed, they called me a 'holy relic.'"

"Holy relic?"

"Well, in their culture, it is probably similar to a special life form that exists far above them. Their understanding is indeed correct, and I am indeed much more advanced than them. Well, that's all I'll say, While I wouldn't mind chatting with you more, it's a question of sincerity."

Fan Tong tried to argue: "But you didn't explain anything clearly."

"That's because the question you're asking is itself confusing," the voice continued bluntly. "If you don't want to waste any more time, answer my question, and then our conversation can proceed."

"……go ahead."

"Does your communication module have the function of receiving text messages? Although the question is not very complicated, it may not be remembered with your brain capacity."

"..."

Resisting the urge to get angry, Fan Tong silently reached out and tapped twice on the wrist-mounted computer, and quickly switched the communication channel to the text input interface.

Although I don't know why this guy is so familiar with the communication technology and language he uses, but it is always a good thing.

After both parties showed enough sincerity, he would naturally have the opportunity to ask the reason for this.

Soon, a text message was sent.

However, the moment he opened the text message, he froze there as if he had lost his mind.

[For any ε>0, there are only a finite number of triples (a, b, c), satisfying that a, b, c are relatively prime positive integers, and a+b=c, there is c>rad(abc)^ (1+ε). 】

Fan Tong: "???"

This is……

Math question?

What the hell? !

He originally thought this guy would ask questions like "how many planets do you control", "how many starships do you have", or at least "how many people do you have", and he's even figured out how to do it answer.

However, he didn't expect that the last thing he was thrown was a math problem.

Frowning, Fan Tong stared at the question carefully.

Although most of his mathematics knowledge was returned to the teacher in the year of graduation, this topic is still barely understandable.

just don't know why...

It seems like a very simple question, but he has no clue at all.

Seeing that Fan Tong didn't respond for a long time, his voice gradually became somewhat disappointed.

"It seems that you are not the chosen one."

"...the chosen one?"

"Usually, the smartest one in your civilization, or at least something unusual that distinguishes him from his kind. It's like facing the same stone tablet, some baboons will only pee on it, but some baboons But he can understand the true meaning of civilization from it, and thus lead his tribe to get rid of ignorance and move towards enlightenment... I don’t know if you can understand what I said, after all, your understanding of intelligent creatures is probably still on your own.”

There was a tinge of sarcasm in that voice.

Although he was dissatisfied with the quantifier "only", Fan Tong was powerless to refute it.

It's like he couldn't understand at all what the invisible "wall" in front of him was, where did that mysterious voice come from, and how he knew the language he used so well...

Perhaps the person who was talking to him really came from a civilization so powerful that he could hardly imagine.

And at this moment, standing in front of him, he was no different from a primitive man.

A sigh came from the communication channel.

"Let's go back."

"Take my questions back with you."

"Find one of your fellow men who can unlock it, and let him come to me here with the answer."

"If you still want to do something good for your compatriots."

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(PS: Professor Lu is going to be a second-class star soon, brothers are excited~~~)