It's reasonable for me to have a two-way foil for a second-level civilization, right?

Ren Feng pondered for a moment, then stretched out his hand and pushed aside the several matters piled up in front of him.

"I'm going to the Academy of Sciences now."

……

Proxima b, City No. [-], Academy of Sciences.

"Authentication successful."

"Welcome, Chairman Ren."

A mechanical female electronic voice sounded at the door.

At the same time, the door made of transparent aluminum material opens quietly.

Ren Feng walked into the Academy of Sciences anxiously.

"Chairman, the third floor."

Zhang Zhengqing's voice sounded in the hall.

Ren Feng regained his composure and quickly walked into the elevator set up beside him.

……

On the third floor of the Academy of Sciences, Proxima Centauri Central Astronomical Laboratory.

Ren Feng walked quickly into the laboratory with the door open.

What came into view were hundreds of scientific researchers in white coats with hurried expressions.

In the huge holographic projection directly ahead, there is a clear image of the starry sky.

"Chairman, this way!"

Zhang Zhengqing's voice came from the side.

Ren Feng turned his head and walked quickly towards Zhang Zhengqing.

"How's it going?"

"Ross 154..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Zhengqing shook his head helplessly.

"no progress."

"Until now, we have found no indication of the existence of Ross 154."

While talking, the two walked into an office.

"Click."

As the office door was closed, the noisy discussion outside instantly dropped a lot.

"What?" Ren Feng asked in a deep voice, his eyebrows twitched when he saw Zhang Zhengqing's appearance as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Zhang Zhengqing's eyes.

After struggling for a while, he gritted his teeth, lowered his voice, and said softly: "Ren Feng, I suspect..."

"The human fleet is dead."

Ren Feng's pupils suddenly shrank!

He took a deep breath and suppressed the shock in his heart: "Why do you say that?"

Zhang Zhengqing reached out and turned on the holographic projector beside him: "Come, sit down."

"I'll show you something."

The holographic image unfolds rapidly, and a timeline is displayed in it.

"Look." Zhang Zhengqing stretched out his hand and clicked on the left side of the time axis, "In 2270 of the Earth Calendar, the human fleet arrived at Ross 154."

"Two years later, in 2272, Proxima b encountered that crisis."

"At the same time, according to Professor Lu's explanation, the human fleet encountered a seventh-level two-dimensional creature [Hua], which made them have no time to take care of us."

"Fortunately, in the end the crisis was resolved, [Painting] is not malicious to humans."

"Then, starting from 2273, for a full 27 years, we had no communication."

"Part of the reason for this is that we are busy digesting the technological system sent by the human fleet."

"Until a week ago, we discovered the abnormality of Ross 154."

Ren Feng looked at the time points appearing on the timeline in front of him, and suddenly a frightening guess appeared in his heart!

His nose fluttered slightly, he swallowed hard and muttered to himself: "You mean..."

Zhang Zhengqing nodded vigorously.

"Not bad!"

"We have reason to suspect that the seventh-level two-dimensional creatures encountered by the human fleet are malicious civilizations."

"For a seventh-level civilization, it should not be difficult to completely destroy a star."

Ren Feng stood up from his chair and paced back and forth in the office with a solemn expression.

As the chairman of the council, the first thought that came to his mind was whether the human civilization of Proxima Centauri would be in danger?

Everyone understands the reason why the lips are dead and the teeth are cold.

The human fleet whose strength is far superior to theirs has disappeared into this vast universe, and the human civilization of Proxima Centauri cannot go very far!

Then, he suddenly realized a problem.

"What about the ultra-distance communication device?"

"Have you contacted the human fleet?"

Ren Feng said excitedly: "Perhaps, they..."

"No!" Zhang Zhengqing directly rejected Ren Feng's words without any hesitation.

"If the other party captures the human fleet, then we will send a message rashly, which is tantamount to seeking our own death!"

The excited look in Ren Feng's eyes slowly dissipated.

"Yes, yes..."

He sat back in his chair with some disappointment, and looked blankly at the timeline in the holographic projection.

In the office, the atmosphere became tense.

for a long time.

"I think we should try it anyway."

Ren Feng said in a hoarse voice.

"I don't think a dignified seventh-level civilization would have such complicated thoughts on a second-level civilization!"

"On the one hand, we're all human."

"On the other hand, the human fleet is our only current source of information."

"Whether it is for the survival of the race or for the future development, we should try it."

Zhang Zhengqing sighed lightly.

Then, he lowered his eyes and nodded silently.

"I don't know much about this matter."

"But since you say so, I agree to try it."

Chapter 381 Public Support System

The office door opened again.

Ren Feng and Zhang Zhengqing walked out of the office one after the other.

"Academician Zhang!"

There was a shout from the side.

Zhang Zhengqing and Ren Feng stopped their hasty steps at the same time, and turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound.

The person who spoke was a scientific researcher with a slightly green face and a white coat.

Perhaps because of Ren Feng, this young researcher seemed extremely nervous.

"Zhang, Academician Zhang."

He stammered: "Target, the results of the third survey and comparison of the target star field are out."

"Huh?" Zhang Zhengqing raised his eyebrows and asked softly, "Did you find anything?"

"No." The voice of the young researcher became smoother, "We have compared all the data in the database in detail."

"Apart from Ross 154, we have not found anything unusual."

Although he had expected this result, Zhang Zhengqing still felt his heart sank.

He nodded, waved his hand lightly and said, "Okay, I see."

With that said, he turned around and walked towards the elevator.

The ultra-distance communication device is placed on the fourth floor of the Academy of Sciences.

"Academician Zhang, then, shall we continue the search?" The voice of the young scientific researcher sounded again, "The repair progress of the radio telescope is just over halfway. Searching with optical telescopes alone is prone to misjudgment."

Zhang Zhengqing took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.

"Continue to search!"

"Always pay attention to the direction of Ross 154. If there is any abnormality, report it immediately!"

……

Looking at the back of the young researcher leaving, Ren Feng nodded thoughtfully: "Is this a newcomer who just entered the Academy of Sciences?"

Zhang Zhengqing was stunned, then nodded with a smile: "Yes! Did you see it?"

Ren Feng shrugged: "Of course."

"He almost engraved the word novice on his forehead."

While talking, Ren Feng walked forward: "Speaking of which, there seem to be a lot of new faces in the Academy of Sciences recently."

Zhang Zhengqing hurriedly followed Ren Feng's footsteps, with a hint of excitement in his expression, he said: "There are indeed a lot of newcomers."

"Although professionalism varies, it is always a good thing."

"In the past 25 years, our scientific research has become smoother and smoother."

"The progress of the analysis of the original technology system has also increased significantly."

"Perhaps it won't be long before we can build our first starship."

These words fell into Ren Feng's ears, but they did not bring him any joy.

He sighed softly, stretched out his hand and pressed the button of the elevator in front of him: "Unfortunately..."

"Ding!"

There was a crisp sound, and the elevator door opened.

The two walked together and walked into the elevator.

"pity?"

Seeing the elevator doors closing slowly, the smile on Zhang Zhengqing's face gradually disappeared.

He frowned, and asked in a low voice, "What's the pity?"

"call……"

Ren Feng exhaled forcefully, and said in a deep voice, "Compared to 25 years ago, the birth rate is constantly declining."

"As of the latest statistics, the birth rate within civilization has fallen by 25% in the past 25 years."

"This is extremely bad news for our fragile civilization."

Zhang Zhengqing's face changed slightly, and he said hastily, "Why didn't you say this earlier?"