roccoschili Chapter 705 Are there really aliens?
Chapter 705 Are there really aliens?
Zhan Yi's voice was filled with excitement, but also fear.
He was excited because he felt a sense of recognition from Meng Chuan, a kindred spirit.
What I fear is that they are aliens!
Even someone as powerful as Zhan Yi could not be immune to the fear of extraterrestrial life.
"Aliens...it must be aliens!"
Zhan Yi suddenly raised his head, his eyes even more bloodshot, and all the panic he had been suppressing surged up again:
"Master, we can't wait! They've already got their hands on Qinglian Fortress. They're using us as target practice! We need to quickly warn the brothers to be on alert!"
Zhan Yi took two steps forward, his voice urgent and low, spitting almost onto Meng Chuan's face:
"I'll go and have Skinny Monkey turn all the cameras up to maximum power and scan the entire 30-kilometer perimeter outside the fortress! I'll also have Old Cannon set up that heavy machine gun on top of the main fortress, and bring out and set up the grenade launchers in the warehouse! Whatever it is, if it dares to come, just give it a burst of bullets!"
Zhan Yi is prepared to fight a desperate, all-or-nothing battle.
As she was about to turn and rush into the passage, Meng Chuan grabbed her shoulder.
Meng Chuan's hand wasn't heavy, but it was like an iron clamp, forcefully pulling Zhan Yi's impatience back.
"wait."
Meng Chuan looked at Zhan Yi with amusement:
"What are you panicking about? We're not even sure if they're aliens yet!"
Zhan Yi stiffened his neck, sweat beading on his forehead in anxiety:
"Master! This is no small matter! Those who are not of our kind are bound to have different intentions; we must be on guard! What if they come and wipe out our hideout tonight—"
"So what if we wipe out the whole operation?"
Meng Chuan interrupted him, his voice steady:
"If they really are aliens, with their technology, even if we bring out all our equipment, it won't help."
"Because it's obvious that their technology is far more advanced than ours, and they are too fast for our weapons to hit them."
"What if the other party is just coming to take a look and doesn't intend to do anything? If you make a scene, you might just push things to the point of no return."
"If you're not an alien, revealing all your equipment will not only give other countries ammunition against you, but it will also cause panic throughout Qinglian Fort."
Meng Chuan now finally understands why every time a UFO incident occurs on Earth...
They will all be forcibly interpreted as natural phenomena.
Because it really makes people feel uneasy.
Even Meng Chuan couldn't escape this trend, let alone other researchers.
Just as Zhan Yi was about to say something...
Meng Chuan changed the subject and asked:
"Zhan Yi, how many years have you been in the Green Gang?"
Zhan paused for a moment, then subconsciously answered:
"It's been almost thirty years, since I was a child..."
Zhan Yi was also an orphan, and was raised by Fifth Master.
He proved himself capable, fighting his way up to the position of Hall Master through sheer grit.
"Thirty years is not a short time."
Meng Chuan sighed and looked up at Zhan Yi:
"Although you entered the industry earlier than me, I know you must have gone through a lot of tough battles in the past thirty years. Didn't you overcome them all in the end? What did you rely on? It wasn't about throwing punches right away, but about figuring out your opponent's hand first."
As he spoke, Meng Chuan pointed in the direction Yingdie had left:
"Shadow Butterfly has gone to analyze the spectrum. In any case, let's wait for the results! We need to at least know who they are and what their approximate level of technology is. Then we can decide whether to hide, defend ourselves, or find an opportunity to cooperate and negotiate with them."
Zhan Yi was speechless after Meng Chuan's words. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only take a heavy breath.
He plopped down on the metal bench by the aisle.
But Zhan Yi still felt that those were aliens!
We're not even in the same league as them.
Is there really a possibility of cooperation?
Meng Chuan actually understood Zhan Yi's feelings.
Last night was the first time he felt that sense of being watched.
He was also feeling lost.
They even had the urge to escape back to Earth.
However, Meng Chuan has come to terms with it now.
If it really is aliens, and if the other party is truly an enemy rather than a friend.
Hiding back on Earth won't make a difference.
If people can come to Mars, they can also reach Earth.
Rather than going back to wait for death, I'd rather stay here and figure things out.
For example: Where did that light come from?
How long did they stay on Mars?
Besides spying, were there any other actions?
If they really have to fight, is Qinglian Fort's defenses even enough to fill their teeth?
He wouldn't be able to eat or sleep properly even if he returned to Earth without figuring these things out.
Moreover, he was the leader of the Green Gang and the backbone of Qinglian Fort.
If he collapses, his Mars project will be completely aborted.
Of course, there was another reason that Meng Chuan didn't mention.
That was the "sense of being watched" from last night, neither like an enemy nor like prey.
Like...observation.
Just like when they were looking at the potato seedlings being cultivated in the eco-cabin.
Watching them sprout and grow leaves, you can pluck them off at any time, or let them grow freely at any time.
At least Meng Chuan doesn't feel any threat to his life right now, so although he feels depressed, he's not too panicked.
Neither of them spoke.
The corridor was eerily quiet.
Only the faint humming of the ventilation system and Zhan Yi's suppressed breathing could be heard.
They were all waiting for the outcome of Shadow Butterfly's test.
They waited for more than two hours.
The sky was completely bright by then.
The original plan for today was for Zhan Yi to take Meng Chuan to see the production base.
Now none of them mention it.
Zhan Yi may have been unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere in the passageway.
He stood up and paced back and forth, his heels clicking on the metal floor with a "thump-thump" sound that made Meng Chuan feel inexplicably irritated.
Meng Chuan also stood up, just about to walk towards Wei Ping's laboratory.
Then I saw Yingdie walking over quickly.
She was still clutching the tablet in her hand, her face even more somber than when she left, her lips pressed tightly together, and the fear from the morning was gone from her eyes, replaced by a deep, unfathomable gravity.
"How about it?"
Meng Chuan and Zhan Yi asked in unison, their voices trembling slightly.
Yingdie didn't say anything, but handed the tablet to Meng Chuan first.
The screen displays a densely packed spectrum.
The crisscrossing lines were like a tangled mess, and neither Meng Chuan nor Zhan Yi could understand them at all.
Several bright lines were marked in red, making them particularly eye-catching.
"Since Engineer Wei wasn't in the lab, I used her equipment directly."
Yingdie's voice was dry, as if she hadn't drunk water in a long time.
"These are the spectral analysis results, and the comparisons I did."
She pointed to the bright red lines:
"These are characteristic spectral lines. Look at these few—"
Her fingertip touched a line with a wavelength of 452 nanometers:
“No natural element on Earth can emit light of this wavelength. I checked the Federation’s element database, including the spectra of rare metals circulating on the black market, and none of them match.”
"Just tell me the result, what exactly do you mean!"
Zhan Yi pressed for an answer.
He couldn't understand a word Yingdie was saying.
Meng Chuan also looked at Ying Die with curiosity, because he couldn't understand it either.
"If it's not a natural element... then it must be artificially synthesized."
Yingdie took a deep breath and uttered the conclusion that made everyone's heart tighten:
"Moreover, it can be basically determined that the light is not emitted by some unknown element. Because it is a very complex compound—look at the spacing of these spectral lines, it is very regular, as if someone deliberately mixed several elements together in a specific proportion to make some kind of luminescent material."
Artificial synthesis... The meaning of these four words couldn't be clearer.
The universe doesn't "synthesize" materials; only intelligent life does.
"and this."
Yingdie then opened another file, which contained a waveform graph:
"I extracted the half-second signal from when the light appeared and did frequency analysis. Look here—"
She pointed to the periodically fluctuating peaks on the waveform graph:
“The signal strength jumps every 0.03 seconds, very regularly, with an error of no more than 0.001 seconds.”
"This is……"
Meng Chuan's Adam's apple bobbed.
"A signal that has been artificially modulated."
Yingdie lowered her voice even further:
"It's like we send messages using Morse code, only at a much faster frequency. Natural phenomena can't have such precise cycles; it's more likely some kind of information transmission—perhaps they're communicating with each other, or perhaps they're scanning our location."
Zhan Yi's face drained of all color. He took a step back, leaning against the wall to steady himself, muttering to himself:
"So, it really is... aliens..."