Mars.
Who knows how many meters deep underground.
Dr. Fan, who was standing in an empty "hall", had a dumbfounded look on his face at this moment.
Common sense told him that there should be no signal here, let alone human voices.
Therefore, when the voice of "Can you hear me?" When the voice echoed in his ears, he even wondered if he was hallucinating due to dehydration.
Seeing that he didn't respond, the intermittent voice obviously had a hint of hesitation. It muttered to itself.
"Strange … Is there a problem with the translator? Logically speaking, it's impossible. "
… Translator?
What is that?
After recovering from the confusion, Fan Tong looked around with a flashlight, looking for the source of the radio signal while replying.
"I can hear you … Who are you?"
There was hematite nearby, so the signal penetration was very poor. Considering the situation where the signal was full, the signal source should be nearby. However, the beam of the flashlight searched every corner of the hall, and Fan Tong didn't see any electronic products.
"Stop looking." Looking at Fan Tong, who was looking around, the voice in the communication channel suddenly said with a playful tone, "If you can find me here, that would be fun."
Fan Tong gradually realized that what he was doing was useless. He took a deep breath and gave up the useless search.
He reached out and touched the transparent wall again. He took half a step back nervously and repeated his previous question in a vigilant tone.
"Who are you? Could it be … "
"Could it be?"
"Could it be … Martian?"
He said this sentence with a trembling voice.
However, just as Fan Tong was nervously waiting for the person's answer, there was suddenly no movement in the communication channel.
The silence lasted for about a minute.
Just when he gradually began to wonder if he had guessed correctly, and the strange alien soldiers were on the way to catch him, a series of harsh laughter suddenly came from the communication channel without warning.
"Hahahahaha! Interesting, I haven't heard such an interesting joke in a long time … But unfortunately, you don't seem to be very smart. "
Fan Tong: "…"
"If your so-called Martian refers to the bugs that used to live on this planet, then I'm sorry, I'm not such a low-level existence." The laughter gradually disappeared, and there was a hint of sarcasm and regret in the tone of the voice. "I was surprised to see a civilization composed of primates, but I didn't expect it to be a primitive civilization that didn't even leave their mother planet. No wonder you can't even find where I am. "
Looking at Fan Tong, who was retreating nervously, the voice smiled and continued.
It smiled and continued, "Don't be nervous … I won't eat you. Come on, take off the mask and let me see what you look like."
"Are you crazy?" Staring ahead, Fan Tong said subconsciously, "There's not even air here."
If it weren't for the fact that electromagnetic waves could not reach here, he would have suspected that the people in the base used a voice changer to play tricks on him.
He was now sure that there must be a camera or something similar monitoring him nearby, and maybe the person hiding in the surveillance room was laughing like crazy.
As for who it was and why it was doing this …
He felt that his brain was in a mess, like a crushed tofu pudding.
"Oh, you're right, I almost forgot … This planet has been destroyed by its former owner." The voice seemed to reflect on itself. After muttering a sentence, it fell into a dilemma. "What should I do? Those guys with mental problems don't tell me how to tell them apart … "
Fan Tong: "What are you muttering about?"
The owner of this planet?
Does it mean that there really was a civilization on this planet?
And the reason why Mars became like this was not because of the academic speculation, but because of the ancient civilization that once lived here?
It didn't matter who he was anymore. As a planetary geology expert, Fan Tong was only curious about one thing now.
"What was Mars like in the past?"
"What was it like in the past? Even if I describe it to you, you probably won't understand it with your level of civilization. After all, you've only seen your own home planet. All in all, it was a world so mild that it was enviable. There was an ecosystem with high self-healing abilities in the nitrogen and oxygen atmosphere. The environment, temperature, humidity, and other factors in different latitudes all met the survival needs of known advanced organic life forms. Just think of it as a place with an abnormally fertile ecosystem that is 120% habitable for all organic lifeforms in the Phycological Taxonomic Family and Genera. "
Habitable for all advanced creatures?
Fan Tong didn't particularly understand what this 120% concept was, but listening to this description, it should be a better place than Earth.
After all, with the speed of species extinction on Earth, it was hard to imagine that it was 120% habitable for all life forms. And if this trend continued, humans might not even be able to survive for a thousand years …
"I got it, I suddenly thought of a brilliant idea." Suddenly thinking of something, the voice in the communication channel said with a hint of excitement, "Tell me first, how far has your civilization developed."
The moment he heard these words, the expression on Fan Tong's face gradually became vigilant.
As if noticing the fluctuations in his emotions, the voice smiled and spoke.
"Don't be nervous, we are not in the same universe. Even if we are, we are not interested in a group of monkeys living on continents and planets, especially when these monkeys are so ugly."
"Not in the same universe?" Fan Tong thought of some of the interpretations of Academician Lu's papers that he had read on the Internet before, as well as the concept of extra dimensions. He frowned and said, "Are you from the Void?"
"Oh? Are the low-leveled civilizations so outstanding now? " There was a hint of interest in the voice. "It seems that the Oracle of those guys is still useful … If there isn't a problem with the translator."
There were more and more concepts that he didn't understand.
Now, even the Oracle had appeared.
Fan Tong looked at the empty hall. He clenched the multifunctional shovel in his hand and continued calmly.
"I can't believe a person who doesn't even want to show his face and speaks in secret. Before you explain your identity and purpose, I will not answer any of your questions about 'us'."
"Each of us will answer one, then," said the voice briskly, in a careless tone. "If you think my questions offend you, or invade your poor privacy, you may choose not to answer them. Out of courtesy, I can allow you to ask questions first. "
"Deal."
Although there were still doubts in his heart, he was satisfied with this sincerity.
Fan Tong organized the words in his mind and continued to speak.
"Then my question is … Who are you?"
"Who am I? This question is a bit abstract. I believe you are not going to ask me for a philosophical answer, but my name means nothing to you. In that case, let's use the so-called 'Martians' you mentioned. When they still 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. I am indeed much more advanced than them. Okay, that's all I have to say. Although I don't mind talking to you more, this involves the issue of sincerity. "
Fan Tong tried to argue, "But you didn't explain anything at all."
"That's because the question you're asking is confusing," the voice continued rudely. "If you don't want to waste any more time, answer my question, and then we can continue our conversation."
"… Go ahead."
"Does your communication module have the function of receiving text messages? Although the question is not very complicated, you may not remember it with your brain capacity. "
"…"
Fan Tong silently reached out and clicked twice on the wrist-mounted computer. He quickly turned the communication channel to the text input interface.
Although he didn't know why this guy was so familiar with the communication technology and language he used, it was a good thing.
After both sides showed enough sincerity, he would naturally have a chance to ask the reason.
Soon, a text message was sent over.
However, the moment he opened the text message, he froze in place as if he was dumbfounded.
[For any ε > 0, there are only a finite number of triples (a, b, c), satisfying that a, b, and c are mutually prime positive integers, and a + b = c, and c > rad (abc) ^ (1 + ε).]
Fan Tong: "???"
This is …
Mathematics question?
What the hell?!
He originally thought that 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". He even thought about how to answer.
However, he didn't expect that the last question was actually a mathematics question.
Fan Tong frowned and stared at the question carefully.
Although most of his mathematics knowledge was returned to his teacher the year he graduated, he could still barely understand this question.
He just didn't know why …
It looked like a very simple question, but he didn't have the slightest clue how to solve it.
Seeing that Fan Tong didn't respond for a long time, the voice gradually became a little disappointed.
"It seems that you are not the chosen one."
"The chosen one?"
"Usually, it is the smartest one in your civilization, or at least he has something unusual that distinguishes him from his peers. It's like facing the same stone tablet, some baboons will only pee on it, but some baboons can realize the true meaning of civilization from it, thereby leading their tribe to get rid of ignorance and enlightenment … I don't know if you can understand me. After all, your understanding of intelligent creatures is probably still limited to yourself. "
There was an obvious hint of mockery in the voice.
Although Fan Tong was dissatisfied with the quantifier "only", he couldn't refute it at all.
Just like how he couldn't understand what the invisible "wall" in front of him was, where the mysterious voice came from, and how he knew the language he used like the back of his hand …
Maybe the person who was talking to him really came from a civilization that was so powerful that it was beyond his imagination.
At this moment, he was no different from a primitive man standing in front of him.
A sigh came from the communication channel.
"Go back.
"Bring my problem back as well."
"Find someone among your compatriots who can solve it and ask him to come here to me with the answer.
"If you still want to do something good for your compatriots."
(PS: Professor Lu is about to become a second-class star. Brothers, let's do a heart gesture ~ ~ ~)
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