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"This is what I was going to make clear at the press conference, to the whole world," Lu Bingyi said again, pushing aside the secretary's umbrella, and looked up at the spaceship hanging above the spire of the building above his head, "Because some personal matters delayed .I need to start by saying sorry."

These words were like a combustible chain, the crowd was immediately ignited, and the riots and curses mixed with the sound of rain were instantly relayed to countless social networks, "Is the president crazy?" "Look at the craziest murderer of this century." The end of the crime." Similar words burst out, accompanied by videos from different angles. Most people only recorded black rain and blurred light spots, but this does not prevent people from far or near, as long as they are in contact with this "execution port". The position next to it was crowded with people at an unimaginable speed, and they all raised their video recording hands.

Only a few umbrellas were held up sporadically, because basically no one had time to open them.The audience was pushing forward, and the special policemen vigorously waved their batons and held up their unsafe guns, trying to maintain this small security encirclement and prevent the President from being overwhelmed by the crowd. Lu Bingyi himself remained gentle and humble. , nodded slightly, as if in a summit meeting, and called the people listening to him "gentlemen", and asked them with "would", if they could be quiet for a while.

Lu Ting didn't stick to the porthole to look down, nor did he look out of the windshield. He silently looked at the light screen, watching other people's camera broadcast, his father.

"It's not a projection this time," Lu Ting said, "I will be blinded by the rain and get my hair wet. I thought he made himself into that kind of disk, and put it under a signal tower."

Deng Mochi still stared at Lu Bingyi's face covered in white light and the white hair sticking to his forehead, and asked, "Do you want to go down?"

"what?"

"See you. Face to face."

"No." Lu Ting said immediately, "You can also see what he has to say here."

After all, he began to adjust the receiving band of the radar, trying to catch the signal that had just been lost.He Zhensheng was disconnected, and the last thing that came over was the violent friction sound of the aircraft breaking through the atmosphere.

He has probably entered the true sense of extraterrestrial space by now.

But the radar found nothing.Lu Ting continued to adjust logically, and only glanced at the light screen a few times.Shu Rui left, left this planet, and the living, distressed father appeared in front of him.These two cognitions make him very uncomfortable today.There are ten thousand ants crawling in my heart, and it feels quite strange to face it, even if it is far away, it is only in the screen.

I saw my father say a few more words in the gradually boiling voice, and finally was handed the microphone.

"All I want to explain can be summed up in one sentence, subject, predicate, guest, human beings, rescue, myself," he said slowly, without blinking for the flashing light, "at the current progress, that is, you All you can see is the immigration plan."

Deng Mochi lowered the spaceship by more than ten meters. The hatch in the belly of the ship faced a roof that was basically at the level of the "port", and there was a street bridge connecting it below.

Not many people noticed his movements, but Deng Mochi could clearly see that in less than a second, Lu Bingyi's gaze hurriedly passed his direction.

"I know that when you hear this word, your reaction will be angry and unbelievable. I would say it so casually, as if there is no such thing as guilt," Lu Bingyi picked it up as usual. His steady narrative, "but please be patient and listen to me. The root cause of anger is always ignorance. When you fully understand a thing, a person, or a process, neither it nor he will Then have the ability to make you angry. What I want to help you understand now is the cause and effect of the immigration plan."

Not only did the protests not stop, but they intensified. The circle of onlookers got bigger and bigger. The crowd that Lu Ting could see had spread to several streets and bridges. This special zone on the top floor of the city is like a spherical siege from all directions.

But Lu Bingyi just looked at them.

"17 years ago, when I was just a businessman selling artificial humans and protein supplements, the immigration plan began to be implemented. They are really going to send you to Mars. The first step is to build factories, release inert gases, and put The air pressure on Mars was adjusted to be similar to that of the Earth. At that time, oh, NASA hadn’t closed down yet, and they threatened to complete the construction of their new home before the end of the 21st century, and then start general migration,” Lu Bingyi’s tone was too light So much so that the ridicule in these words did not show much at this time, "there are not many resources left on the earth, and they are consumed recklessly, and what should be spent on agriculture to fill the stomachs of mankind Productivity is spent on a planet that is even more barren than the earth, and experiments are carried out on it to produce several kilograms of potatoes per mu and build beautiful houses, just because there is "liquid water" on Mars, "there are suspected relics of civilization", and "no radiation dust ’. I couldn’t believe it at the time, the smartest group of people in the world really thought that our species could survive on Mars? Drain the blood of the earth and try to feed a worse one.”

"Of course, the most basic idea is not wrong. We should go, and we have no obligation to perish on our own home planet. I agree with this, but I have a more reasonable method than NASA. I wrote many reports and sent them, no reply, no I have no choice but to be the president myself." After a pause, he continued, "Unfortunately, it was a step too late, and the first batch of 960 immigrants planned were still sent to Mars City. If I remember correctly, less than two Years, not a single one is left."

"You can't know this. What I did after I took office may be incomprehensible to you. It is known that there is a space-time jumping lattice outside the orbit of Venus. In layman's terms, it is a wormhole. It is also known that There are several star systems that are very similar to the solar system outside the Milky Way, and there are planets that are similar to the conditions of the earth. They are so young and natural before the emergence of human civilization. If you were me, what would you choose to do? Since the 70s , I am studying the technology of traversing wormholes, what kind of aircraft can quickly pass through the super three-dimensional space and protect itself, and how to design it so that it can be turned into an ark that can hold thousands of people. I want to find out the most The insurance plan, even if the migration fails, you can go back the same way. But the time is too late, counting from the year I became president, there is not much left. We must do it in an immature situation.”

The crowd did not know when it came to silence, it was dead silence, as if their mouths were filled with rain.Deng Mochi opened the hatch on the right side, sat cross-legged at the entrance, and looked down without saying a word.Lu Ting stayed on the co-pilot by himself for half a minute, finally let go of his breath, squeezed the person to the side, his legs hung down, and sat side by side with him on the edge of the hatch.

Scattered rainwater rushed in, and the necklines of the two were wet.

The father was less than 20 meters away, jumped off, and after crossing the street bridge, he would stand behind him.

The speech continued: "The wormhole is not fixed, because the universe is flowing, and the difference in the choice of each jump point may cause an error of hundreds of millions of light-years at the end point. From this end, there are many possibilities for the exit at the other end. And the information I got more than 20 years ago may be outdated. Therefore, before each large troop departs, there is an advanced team to conduct as much detection as possible to confirm that the feasibility is within the expected value range, and then that batch will depart. As he said, Lu Bingyi took the umbrella from the secretary and motioned him to leave, so that he was the only one left on the execution platform. .The 18th batch of Arks had a partial failure on the way to the wormhole, which caused unnecessary sacrifices. Citizens participating in the immigration, I cannot guarantee their situation at the other end of the exit. Time is too tight and not enough, but I can What is guaranteed is that as long as any batch of them lands on the correct galaxies and planets, the resources, technology, DNA of various species, elites from all walks of life, and millions of frozen fertilized eggs are enough to replicate and reproduce in the new world. develop our civilization."

"In this way, even if the earth is destroyed and more people have no time to leave, human beings will not become extinct."

"This is the truth and the truth, as you can see, I copied your loved ones with a disk, I lied to the world for so many years with a false life on Mars, for my evil plan, to maintain the stability of the surface, all is not my intention , In this whole thing, it is only a small link, they lost contact, but they did not lose their lives, in the space where signals cannot reach, they may have accepted the reality and miss you too." Lu Bing Yi turned on the microphone and cleared his throat, but he still couldn't resist the hoarseness caused by fatigue and aging, "As for batch No. 19, an accident happened to the advance team, and my relatives were among them. I hate it to the bone. The reason why I still insist on sending them away is because the time is up. Whether they set off successfully or not, they are the last batch. The more people who go out, the more possibilities to survive."

"The above is all I am going to explain at the press conference. If you cannot believe it, then what I will say next will sound even more unbelievable to you. But before my death, I guarantee it with my life," Lu Bingyi raised his right hand, and under the rain curtain propped up by the umbrella, he was in a posture of swearing, "Let's listen to it."

"I said that wormholes and habitable planets in extragalactic systems are known. This is not my guess, but a definite hint from other civilizations. The mindset we have to escape is not only 'we are the embodiment of the highest intelligence' "Civilization" is more like "everything in the world can be understood by me". The universe is N-dimensional, so the kind of "civilization" I am discussing now is the N+1 dimension outside the framework. Indeed, their traces appear On Mars, but Mars is not their homeland, let alone an abandoned birthplace, but just a jurisdiction. Since they stand in a dimension higher than the universe, they can appear in any form, come to the desired dimension, and complete Different levels of correction."

"But they will not do it themselves, rescue or kill, and complete their balance. Take humans, the correctors require humans to achieve self-correction. 30 years ago, I and another person were prompted, and the final opportunity fell on him However, he chose to use unfair wars to complete his hegemony and hand over the society developed by human beings to artificial humans. So he failed, and the scarcity of the earth has not been alleviated, and the consequences of nuclear pollution have even worsened, "Lu Bingyi smiled, and said in a flat voice, "It's not that my approach is superior to his, but I want to change the status quo of extinction, and they are all despicable methods. We just made different choices. "

"Did I fail in the end? It's hard to say. No ark can cross the wormhole and give me a reply. I used to be the option given up by the correctors. The reminders they gave me about the wormhole before making a choice, It's also hard to pin down the purpose, but I've done everything I can. It's a planet with no future, so I've done everything I can to get my kind out of it and find a future. Look at the sky you see , look at your acid rain, abandoned fields, murderous smog, don't be grateful for anything today, it is not it that keeps you alive, but you are trying to live while it exists. Watch it torture you, disturb you life, leads to your demise, corrects your definition—when it all takes you for granted, you really become its pawn.”

"However, there is a time limit for everything. Human beings accept the help, and finally correct the earth into what it is, and the corrector will accept it. The date given is the latest Venus transit, which is earlier than the 2117 calculated in the last century. Because the sun is expanding, the orbit of Venus is shrinking, and the transit of Venus is 17 years earlier." Lu Bingyi suddenly amplified his voice, as if he was in a hurry, and he was much less calm than before, "It's February 2100, 2! It's the next one During the day. I have talked so much, I just want to say-the end has come! The judgment on me is over, and the judgment on mankind has not yet begun."

Amid the incomprehensible uproar, most people were stunned and only dared to chatter. Perhaps not a few words of the president's long speech were within their cognition.But there were also a few who jumped up, rushed to the stage to question loudly, and smashed things at the president. Faced with these, Lu Bingyi was not surprised, "We can wait. Wait together. They are coming soon." It's gone." He looked up at the dark, moonless sky.

"They're coming," he repeated.

I don't know when the evening passed quietly.

When he lowered his head again and looked at his own people, gunshots erupted from two sides. The bullets of the special police shot and killed the shooter in the audience, but the bullet that rushed towards the president stopped in the air. About two punches away from his throat.Air and time remain stationary together as if on this ballistic trajectory.

Lu Ting turned his stiff neck, he knew it was the handwriting of the person beside him, but Deng Mochi didn't explain the reason for his rescue, he just jumped off the spaceship lightly and walked towards the president along the street bridge.

"You said acceptance." He braved the rain, stood beside Lu Bingyi in full view of everyone, and asked seriously, "Is their purpose to make people die, or to keep the earth alive?"

"Haha," Lu Bingyi didn't answer, but looked behind him. His youngest son was still the same, quietly following the man, looking at himself with grief and indignation, "Can't you understand what I'm thinking?"

"You modified the brain."

Lu Bingyi did not deny it, and said: "No matter what kind, on this planet, they have left their own marks and guidelines. When necessary, I am afraid they will help them complete the balance. After all, God would rather entrust stupid humans than I don't want to do it myself, stained with crime and blood."

"What's more, what about the sons of gods with their blood?" He added, "It's always better to believe in our own people. If you fall into the sky, you are not a real god, and you don't need to be noble, mix among us, and remain similar to us." The appearance is also a time bomb they planted just in case."

Dun Mo blinked his eyes slowly twice. Of course he could understand the meaning in the words. The reason for his confusion was that he and Lu Bingyi had the same speculation.They are coming, the call and the tightening of the spirit are like a tightened elastic band in the heart, time is the elastic band, and space is the folds of the fabric.It feels as close as tomorrow.

Transit of Venus.

He, this "person" who picked up a name for himself "Deng Mochi", might be a bomb.He created landslides and endless earthquakes on a plateau, so whether he can also subvert the entire planet.

His identity has also changed in these few short sentences, from the sudden appearance of the wanted criminal N to the endorsement of a distant and cruel definition, the embodiment of a certain threat.It was also those bold and quick-response ones who understood Lu Bingyi's words, and no longer threw the muddy garbage they picked up from the ground at the President, but threw it at Deng Mochi and Lu Ting.

Deng Mochi didn't squint, and still observed every trace of Lu Bingyi's expression probing, but the garbage was all parked in the rain, and fell on the crowd like broken threads. Lu Ting's reaction ability trained in the gunfight could only realize that they were He rushed to his side, he was about to ask his father, but before he could push Deng Mochi to hide, he saw them stop and fall, blocking them like a transparent high wall.

I don't know if Deng Mochi was distracted because of this, the bullet hovering in the air resumed its progress, and it didn't take a few subtleties to penetrate Lu Bingyi's neck.

The blood was the rain that flowed backwards, splashing and splashing on the ground, and Lu Ting's words still remained unspoken.

What is it, I forgot.

Because there are too many.He can't ask about love, he can't ask whether you have regretted even the slightest bit, and he can't ask why you have to judge others as "inhuman or not" when you are like this.

"Father!" Only when his father fell to the ground, Lu Ting's boots crushed the red puddles around him.

But Lu Bingyi still didn't answer, even if he hadn't completely lost consciousness, he still had the strength to give some gestures - he just looked at Lu Ting calmly, as if he had walked a long road of tens of thousands of kilometers alone, once he fell I just want to lie down.Whether there are relatives at the end of the road, and how many lost on the road for the sake of speed and progress, are no longer in his consideration.He readily accepted his own death, and he didn't even cover his bleeding throat, just like he said just now that he accepted the trial, and he didn't take off the bullet that stopped in mid-air and was facing him.

is waiting for it.

Lu Ting couldn't squat down, hug or cry bitterly, and he didn't want to laugh, he just helped his father close his eyes, and wiped the splashed ones on his face with the dirty rainwater.The secretary would pounce on him in a minute at most, and before that, he took a step back so as not to get in the way.

The people in the audience were in various poses. The president was miraculously rescued in front of his eyes, and then turned into a dead man. His blood was sprayed several meters high. At the same time, a "person" who always brings mystery and panic also showed his monster side. .Most people ran away in a rush, including some of the few special police officers, and some people rushed forward, media reporters, fanatical fans of N, pioneers of various doctrines... Some people wanted to rush to the stage to challenge, some wanted to rush to the stage to hug or even He knelt down, but Dun Mochi refused them all.

The world can be changed at will.At least, at this moment, in Deng Mochi's hands.Especially when he has no interest in hiding, he doesn't hate, he doesn't get bored, he just doesn't want to be approached.Those people tried their best, but they were retreating. They couldn't climb the execution platform. They retreated through the street bridge, and the street bridge was broken. They retreated into the building, and the door of the building was sealed.

In the end, this "port" became an isolated port, surrounded by rainy seas, and there was only one high platform with a dead body on it, and the two were speechless.

Lu Ting looked at Deng Mochi panting, trembling under the sudden reality, the death of his father, the prophecy of the end, and the cold rain.He had already experienced a lot, but this time, the shiver between his teeth still made his gums numb, but Deng Mochi was looking at the sky.This is the location of the city is too high, there are too few lights standing shoulder to shoulder, the sky is dark in the rain, Lu Ting can't see anything, but Deng Mochi looked at it for a long time.

Is there anything coming?When the rain falls, or when the rain stops, who will come and what will be done.Did anyone who went out survive?Will the remaining ones all die?

The two gazes finally met when Deng Mochi spoke, and they met each other.

"It's coming." He said, those blue eyes were surprisingly bright, the only two bright spots in the darkness, but his tone was extremely peaceful, as if in the current state, what he could see and hear only The rest of the rain and his and Lu Ting's breathing is his ideal world, "They are telling me."