Volume 3: Dance of the Aurora Chapter 4 Dead or Alive
The huge guilt almost knocked Ai Bishui down, and the screams lingered in her mind for a long time.
Everything was almost created by her own hands. Whether it was subjective or objective, the irreversible reality was so unreasonable. Will she be punished? Will someone judge her for this matter? Will she have a chance to atone for her actions?
She gripped the towel tightly and rubbed the smooth skin of her neck hard, leaving red marks.
Another emotion that was more desperate than fear and self-blame came over her: loneliness.
Perhaps no one in the world will know that she is the instigator of everything, and she will have to keep this secret for the rest of her life and take it to the grave.
To hide one's sinful past for a lifetime is far more painful than a fair trial.
“Some things are meant to be collected. They can’t be spoken or thought about, but they can’t be forgotten either.”
Is there really no one to share this secret with? She felt like she was trapped on a gloomy island, calling out to the distance but only the wind could answer.
No, there is still one person.
She quickly changed into clean clothes, grabbed her cell phone and called Fang Cheng.
You must not die.
The phone shows that the other party is busy.
"Do we have to go to the old house?"
The old houses in the south had been in disrepair for a long time, and Fang Cheng felt that they would collapse if shaken a little , let alone at this time. But after Keats's repeated assurances, he finally gave up the idea of escaping.
After all, if the other party really wanted him dead, there shouldn't be so much need to waste so much time and effort to let him go and die on his own.
As he was talking, Fang Cheng had already reached the overgrown house. In fact, the area where he had just fallen was not far from this place, and it was only a few steps away. He followed the instructions of the voice on the phone, climbed over the hole in the courtyard wall, and stumbled and fell on the wet grass.
He felt a sharp pain in his knee, and when he touched it, he found that it was wet. Fang Cheng rolled up his trouser legs and saw a large bloodstain, which should have been caused by being tripped by a tree root while running.
Fang Cheng clapped his hands vigorously, wiped them on his clothes twice, and then spat into his palms, wiping the blood. A burst of piercing pain broke out at the wound, making him take a deep breath.
The cold air flowed through the body, amplifying the slight smell of blood coming from the throat.
In front of him was a pile of weeds full of green in early summer and a tall, sturdy locust tree. Fang Cheng identified it carefully and found that it was the same tree he had met with his schoolmate unexpectedly that morning.
One side of the tree had been burned black, revealing bare branches, while the other side was covered with flowers. This strange contrast made the whole tree look like a totem of life and death.
Fang Cheng saw a deep pit several meters square under the dead half of the tree, surrounded by spots of grass and broken soil. In the center of the pit was a black pyramid reflecting the moonlight. In the dim moonlight, the horizontal wings on the four sides of the pyramid could be vaguely seen.
He picked it up at Keats's instruction, and the pyramid felt cold and metallic.
The next moment, the unknown object in his hand suddenly broke into a cloud of dust, leaving only a cube with a side length of about one centimeter. The metal block fell steadily into Fang Cheng's hand, and he slowly passed it in front of his eyes, clearly feeling the beating temperature in his hand.
A faint white light shone through the block of metal, with a halo flickering in the center like a leaping flame.
"Inside this box is an antimatter plasma confined by a field."
The person in the headphones saw that Fang Cheng was in a daze for too long and might have become a little impatient.
The current level of human technology is enough to produce antimatter hydrogen atoms in the laboratory, but it is unlikely to produce macroscopic antimatter objects. This is because antimatter can only exist in a vacuum when confined by a field, and will immediately annihilate if it comes into contact with any positive matter that we can touch or smell.
Theoretically, the human eye can directly see macroscopic objects made of antimatter. After all, the mechanism of vision is to perceive the light emitted or reflected by objects, and the antiparticle of a photon is itself, which is exactly the same in either the positive or negative world.
"It's the key to the underground storage room."
"Storage room? Do you have any buildings on Earth?"
"It was launched to Earth not long ago, probably during the Bronze Age of your civilization, about two thousand years ago?"
Why would an advanced civilization send a research station to Earth? What was their purpose and motivation? What was the mission of this research station? How come it had not been discovered by humans for so long? Ever since receiving this call, Fang Cheng's brain had been bursting with questions, but habitual politeness stopped him from asking questions.
"You can now enter the building on your left, which has a path leading to the storage room."
The other party should be talking about the main house in the courtyard. The broken tiles on the gable roof were overgrown with weeds, dotted with one or two wild flowers.
Fang Cheng walked to the front and pushed the door, but it didn't budge. There was a big rusty lock on it. He banged on the door several times, but there was no way to break the iron chain.
After trying several times, he retreated back into the yard. After hesitating for a moment, he walked into the bushes, took out a broken brick, and threw it hard at the window.
If you are caught for the crime of intentionally damaging cultural relics, you will be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than five years. There is no need to read this book at all.
With the sound of glass snapping, Fang Cheng could vaguely see a little light coming out of the house. He kicked the broken glass several times and finally made a hole to crawl in.
In the middle of the bluestone bricks in the room, there was a round shape with a very smooth cutout and a white halo. He walked in and saw that it was a cave. There was a faint light source in the bottomless cave, and the whole room was filled with faint swaying shadows.
"Should I... go down?" He hesitated. He couldn't tell how deep the cave was just from the brightness of the light, and he didn't know what was waiting for him down there.
"You need to make your own choice. According to the regulations, I can allow you to go down, but I will not order you to force contact."
Is this "regulation" a law? It doesn't sound like it. But why is it so binding?
"Can I call someone to come down with me?"
Faced with the unfathomable cave, a person who made him feel very safe appeared in Fang Cheng's mind.
"Yes, if that person will listen to you and come here."
"So should I keep the fact that you and I talked on the phone a secret?"
Of course he did, he felt like he had asked another stupid question.
"No, you can tell them that aliens guided you there. Of course, whether or not to tell them, and how to tell them, is up to you to decide. I won't interfere."
"…What if they think I'm crazy because of the irritation?"
In fact, Fang Cheng himself did not rule out this possibility. Maybe all the scenes just now were just hallucinations he imagined. But he was crazy, so he didn't want to think about it.
"Then just show him the key."
"So should I call him now? Do I have to cut off contact with you?"
"It's okay. I just need to go back to the observatory now. When we get to the underground palace, I can talk to you in real time through the equipment inside."
The call ended when the other party finished speaking.
The observatory... that should be near the sun. Electromagnetic wave communication must have a delay at such a distance. The person on the other end of the phone must have mastered some kind of superluminal , or they are not aliens at all.
Fang Cheng realized that the guy who claimed to be an alien was lying, but it was obviously the smart thing to do now not to expose him.
He thought for a while and dialed Xu Xia's cell phone.
