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

"May the glory of mankind last forever."

Two streams of heat slid down the sides of my cheeks.

My vision has long been blurred, but for some reason, the panic in my heart has dissipated.

Suddenly, I heard an extremely strange and hoarse voice.

I can't even believe it, that's the sound coming from my mouth.

"May...humanity, glory forever."

ps: Dear readers, Happy New Year!

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Chapter 574 It's okay, as long as we have it

【Earth number】.

There were no lights on in the office, it was dark.

Only the faint blue light of the holographic projection reflects the surrounding environment.

A looming figure sat quietly behind the desk, with his elbows propped on the desk, silently watching the rapidly flashing text in the holographic projection.

suddenly.

Perhaps because the position of 【Earth】has changed slightly, a ray of light from the main star Gliese 555 shines directly on the porthole of the office.

Through the porthole, this warm light instantly dispelled the cold darkness in the office.

"Professor, the final candidate has been determined."

At the same time, electronic synthesizer sounds echoed in the office.

"it is good."

The figure behind the desk moved and forced out a syllable from his mouth.

Then, under the light of the main star, the slightly brighter office fell into dead silence again.

Lu Yongchang stared blankly at a name that was slowly swiping in the holographic projection, and closed his eyes with some pain.

"Professor, Academician Su Yutong is here."

"Let her go back." Lu Yongchang's weak voice sounded, "Don't open the door..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A dull knock on the door interrupted Lu Yongchang's words.

"You go back." Lu Yongchang took a deep breath, cheered up a little, and shouted loudly.

"No!" Through the thick hatch, Su Yutong's voice changed slightly, "You have been in the office for three days!"

"..."

No response.

In the office, Lu Yongchang was still staring blankly at the names in the holographic projection, trying to remember these names in his mind.

But with a billion names, even his enhanced brain is not up to the job.

"Don't forget, you are the chief scientist of Renlian Academy of Sciences!"

The voice outside the door suddenly became severe: "If you fall, what will the remaining billions of humans do?!"

Lu Yongchang trembled slightly, but still did not speak.

"...I'll put the food by the door, no matter what, you have to eat something."

Su Yutong's voice softened slightly: "People's Federation, there is still hope."

"I...I know."

Lu Yongchang's eyes were slightly red, and he whispered softly.

"Professor, Academician Su Yutong has left."

The moment the electronic synthesizer sounded, the avatar of Zero slowly emerged from the side: "You left your food at the door."

"...help me bring it in."

Lu Yongchang's eyes were gloomy, he sighed again and said in a low voice: "She is right, People's Federation, there is still hope."

"We cannot live up to the sacrifice of a billion people."

"Click."

The sound of the door opening sounded, and a robot walked towards the office door under Zero's control.

Just when Lu Yongchang stretched out his hand and patted his cheek lightly to cheer himself up a little, a message jumped out in front of his eyes.

【Communication Request】

"Professor, there is a communication request from Proxima Centauri."

"Do you accept it?"

Lu Yongchang put down the food he had just opened in his hand, and frowned slightly.

"A communication request from the human civilization of Proxima Centauri?"

Looking at the rapidly flashing information on the holographic screen, Lu Yongchang only felt his heart skip a beat.

It's really a wave of unrest, a wave of another.

At this juncture, I don't know what happened to the human civilization of Proxima Centauri.

An imperceptible melancholy flashed across Lu Yongchang's eyes: "Come on."

……

17.55 light-years away, the Proxima Centauri galaxy.

The light of the main star Proxima Centauri is very dim, and it is extremely difficult to dispel the darkness in this star system.

Proxima b.

Since hundreds of years ago, it has gradually become a silver-white frozen planet.

Satellites revolve silently around the planet.

In the distance, a huge [Stingray] starship slowly approached.

It comes from the gas giant planet in the neighboring galaxy, supplementing fusion fuel for the few remaining surface cities on Proxima b.

Years are like knives, and hundreds of years have left very heavy marks on [Rayfish].

But it still works tirelessly to travel back and forth between the two planets according to the procedures it left behind.

Proxima b, Central City.

The roads, facilities, and buildings in the city are all covered with a heavy feeling brought by the passage of time.

Central City hasn't changed in hundreds of years.

Not only the central city, but the surrounding cities have hardly changed in the past hundreds of years.

Proxima Centauri Human Parliament Building.

"Ren Feng, are you looking for me?"

In an office in the depths, a familiar voice came out.

Behind the desk, a gray-haired middle-aged man with a slightly bitter smile on his face waved his hand lightly and said, "Zhengqing, sit down."

"Remember what I told you back then?"

Zhang Zhengqing suffocated slightly, and the relaxed expression on his face instantly became dignified.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Of course I remember."

Zhang Zhengqing looked at the tired middle-aged man in front of him with a complicated face: "Have you... thought it through?"

Ren Feng did not immediately respond to Zhang Zhengqing's question, but raised his hand to operate in the holographic projection on the side.

"have a look."

He skillfully called out a document and showed it in front of Zhang Zhengqing.

"This is the latest document from the People's Federation Fleet."

Zhang Zhengqing glanced at Ren Feng suspiciously, and then focused on the holographic projection in front of him.

The moment he saw the title, he suddenly widened his eyes.

"Broken... off-tail plan?"

These four words immediately caused bad thoughts to arise in his heart.

He didn't have time to think about it, and he didn't have time to ask, so he swiped the holographic interface and read it carefully.

"..."

"Crazy, Professor Lu is crazy!"

Zhang Zhengqing's hands trembled slightly, and he murmured in a low voice: "One billion people, this is one billion people!"

"Sacrificing them like this?!"

"For the survival of more people." Ren Feng smiled and said in a low voice, "They did the same at the beginning."

Zhang Zhengqing's voice suddenly stopped.

He knew the meaning of Ren Feng's words.

When the disaster struck more than 200 years ago, when the city on the surface of Proxima b was in chaos, those old people also voluntarily gave up the chance of survival.

Recalling the scene at that time, Zhang Zhengqing's stiff face suddenly softened a bit.

"Hey……"

"Maybe this is the inheritance of human beings."

"It's a pity..." Zhang Zhengqing murmured with a sigh of relief, "Maybe there are not many people in the human civilization of Proxima Centauri today who have this kind of inheritance."

Ren Feng was silent for a while, and then said in an extremely firm tone.

"It's ok."

"We'll just have to."

Chapter 575 Complete the Loophole

"you……"

Zhang Zhengqing's eyes widened suddenly, and his pupils were filled with confusion: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Ren Feng narrowed the corners of his slightly wrinkled eyes: "Help them complete the tail-docking plan."

"You should have noticed."

"There is a loophole in the selection of the tail-docking plan."

Zhang Zhengqing was silent for a moment, then nodded with difficulty.

"Perhaps it's because I don't want to part with the new generation. The candidates for the tail-docking plan are basically the older generation."

"This is not the population structure that a normal civilization should have."

"Don't talk about lying to those higher civilizations, even we can't be fooled."

Ren Feng said softly to himself: "It's normal, the new generation is the hope of civilization after all."

"Sacrificing the older generation was not a problem in the past, but now it is far from enough."

Zhang Zhengqing moved his lips, but didn't say anything.

"Moreover, they chose Dawn Star as the location for the tail-docking plan." Ren Feng shook his head, "This is not good."

"Obviously just won the war, why is it suddenly extinct under the two-dimensional debris?"

"It doesn't make sense..."

"...You mean to use Proxima Centauri b as the place where the tail-docking plan will be implemented?" Zhang Zhengqing's voice was extremely hoarse.

Ren Feng didn't speak, but just glanced at Zhang Zhengqing.