Chapter 16 guest from afar

Did you see this? When I walked into the Foundation infirmary, Molly.Seagram waved me to a magazine on the counter.From the look on her face, it wasn't a good thing.It was a beautifully printed edition published by a well-known monthly news magazine. On the cover was a photo of Jason, and there was a row of big promotional slogans on it: The unknown true face of the golden boy near perihelion. Probably nothing good to say? She shrugged.I'm afraid it's not flattering him.Take it and see for yourself, and we will talk about it at dinner time.I had previously agreed to have dinner with her in the evening.Oh, by the way, Mrs. Tuckerman is waiting for you on channel three, she's ready.

I have already told Jasmine not to talk about the number of stations in the consultation room, but after thinking about it, forget it, there is no need to argue with her over this.I slipped the magazine into the mail rack on my desk.It was raining outside on a lazy April morning, and Mrs. Tuckerman was the only patient with an appointment all morning. She is the engineer's wife, and she has been to the clinic three times in the past month, complaining that she is anxious and tired all the time.How her problem came about is actually not difficult to guess.It has been two full years since Mars was surrounded by the time gyration dialysis membrane, and rumors of layoffs in the Foundation are rampant.The source of her husband's income is unknown, and she has encountered obstacles everywhere in finding a job by herself.She has been taking the anti-anxiety drug Suanuo Tablet, and the frequency of taking it has reached the warning level, but she still wants me to prescribe him more, and she needs it immediately.

Maybe we should consider another drug.I said. Are you saying I should switch to antidepressants?I do not want.She was a petite woman, and she should have a sweet appearance, but because of her deep frown, she showed a resentment.Her eyes wandered, looking around the examination room, then pausing for a while to look out at the rain-soaked windows and out onto the carefully manicured south lawn.I really don't want to eat any more.I've been on antidepressants for six months and the toilet keeps running. When did you eat it? Before you came here, Dr. Kooning prescribed it for me.Of course, things were different back then than they are now.At that time, it was rare for me to see Carl's people. He was too busy, and I was often alone at night, which was very lonely.However, it looked good at the time, the job was stable, and it could go on like this.Looking back now, maybe I should have been satisfied.Uh, what's that called, by the way, medical records.Is it not written on the medical record that I have taken that medicine?

Her medical records are open on my desk.Although Dr. Kooning was considerate enough to highlight the emergencies requiring immediate attention on the medical chart in red pen, his handwriting was difficult to read.I managed to recognize the words: Allergy, Chronic.The contents of the medical record form are written in a dull and simple manner, with only a few words, which read: Antidepressant drug discontinued at the patient's request (the date cannot be read).The patient continued to complain of nervousness and fear about the future.Seriously, who isn't nervous about the future? Now we can't even live off Carl's job.Last night my heart was beating so hard, I mean, so fast, so fast.I'm wondering if I'm going to get you know.

what do you know? You should know that the cardiovascular system is weak. Cardiovascular wasting, the full name is cardiovascular wasting syndrome.The disease has been covered a lot in the media over the past few months.Cardiovascular weakness has killed thousands in Egypt and Sudan, while cases have also been reported in Greece, Spain and the southern United States.Cardiovascular wasting is a slow-onset bacterial infection that poses a potential threat to the economies of tropical third-world countries, but can be cured with modern medicine.To Mrs. Tuckerman, cardiovascular exhaustion was nothing to fear.That's what I told her.

Some say they are the ones who spread this to us. Mrs Tuckerman, what are you talking about?Who spread what to us? That's the disease.They are hypothetical intelligent beings.They spread the disease on us. I've read a lot of data, and all the data show that cardiovascular wasting is crossing from livestock to humans.Cardiovascular wasting has so far been predominantly seen in ungulates, and cattle die from the disease every once in a while in North Africa. Herd, huh, do they have to say, do they?I mean, they're not going to publicly state in the media that this was done by hypothetical intelligent beings.

Cardiovascular wasting is a dangerous disease. If you really got this disease, you are probably lying in the hospital by now.What's more, your pulse and ECG are normal. She still looked disbelieving.In the end, I had to prescribe another anti-anxiety drug to her. In fact, the composition of the drug is almost exactly the same as that of Suanuo Tablet, except that the molecular side chains in the chemical structure are different.I thought to myself, even if the medicine is still the same, changing the name of the medicine may have unexpected effects.Mrs. Tuckerman felt more relieved when she left the clinic, clutching the prescription slip as carefully as if holding a parchment scroll of an ancient holy book.

I suddenly felt that I was useless, like a swindling quack. Still, patients like Mrs. Tuckerman's are by no means special cases.Anxiety now grips the globe in an atmosphere of turmoil.The terraforming and colonization project of Mars was a brilliant attack that ignited everyone's hope for the future and the hope of survival.However, the final result proves that human beings are still powerless and still uncertain.Human beings no longer have a future, only an endless whirl of time.The global economy has begun to falter, and both the general consumer public and national governments have accumulated staggering amounts of debt, which they have decided is no longer necessary to repay.Creditor banks began hoarding funds, and interest rates soared.No matter at home or abroad, extremely fanatical religious activities and brutal and bloody crimes continue to rise.These fallout effects have had a particularly devastating impact on third world countries.The gradual collapse of the currency and the recurring famines all played a role in fueling the resurgence of dormant Marxists and the radical Islamic movement.

This psychological mutation is not difficult to understand, and the resulting violence is not surprising.Most people usually keep their grievances to themselves, and only a few, disillusioned with the future, take drastic action, such as bringing an automatic rifle to work and making a list of people to kill.Whether it is intentional or not, what hypothetical intelligent beings are brewing on earth is exactly the kind of doomsday despair.These disaffected, self-destructive elements were assembled into army-like colossal forces.The enemy of religious extremists is all Americans, or even any individual American.Also include British, Canadians, Danes and in turn, extremists in western countries also hate dark skinned people, people who don't speak English, immigrants; some hate all Catholics, some hate fundamentalists, some hate atheism Some people hate all liberals, and some people hate all conservatives. In order to highlight their own moral perfection and purity, these people take infinitely superior actions, such as setting up private execution halls, suicide bombs, or promulgating the pursuit of justice. Kill orders, or mass murder.Today, this force is gradually rising, like a dark star on the horizon of the doomsday world.

We live in a time of crisis.This is what Mrs. Tuckerman felt, so even if I prescribed all kinds of Temporina tablets all over the world to her, it could not relieve her inner anxiety. ☆ When I was eating in the staff canteen at noon, I occupied a table in the back, drinking coffee slowly, watching the rainy scene in the parking lot outside, and casually flipping through the magazine Molly gave me. The title of the article reads: If there is a science of time gyrations in science, then Jason.Lawton is the Newton, Einstein, Stephen.hawking. Edward.Lawton has always encouraged the media to do such reports, but Xiaojie is most afraid of hearing such reports.

□□□ From radiation research to magnetic permeability research, from hard science to philosophical debates, in all fields of time gyration research, Jason.Lawton's ideas have not touched, and there is almost no subject that has not been completely changed because of his ideas.His published papers are numerous and are often cited.As long as he appears, no matter how dull academic seminars will immediately become the headlines of the media.As Acting Chairman of the Peripheral Foundation, he has played a pivotal role in U.S. and global aerospace policy in the age of time. Although there are occasional media exaggerations, Jason.Lawton did achieve many truly great things.The halo of brilliant achievements surrounds Jason.Lawton, so it's easy to forget that it was his father, Edward, who started the foundation.Dean.Lawton.He still occupies a prominent position in the president's think tank and in the decision-making committee.Some people questioned that the son's public image was shaped by Lawton Sr. behind the scenes.Old Rowdon was equally influential, but more mysterious and less known. ☆ The article went on to detail much of Edward's early career.After the time gyration occurred, Edward made great achievements in the aerostat communication business, and the administrations of three consecutive presidents adopted his proposed plan. At the same time, he also founded the perihelion foundation. □□□ The original idea of ​​the foundation was to become a think tank for the government and a congressional lobbying group for the industry, but it later turned into an agency of the federal government, planning space missions related to time maneuvers, and coordinating the activities of more than a dozen universities, research institutions and NASA. research work.As a result, the old NASA fell and the perihelion foundation rose.About ten years ago, the relationship between the Foundation and NASA was formalized.After a subtle organizational reorganization, the Foundation was formally merged into NASA and became a consultative body, but according to insiders, it was actually NASA that was merged by the Foundation.While the young Jason was taking the media by storm with his genius and charisma, his father continued to pull the tightrope behind the scenes with the puppeteers in front of the stage. ☆ Next, the article questioned Edward's long-term relationship with President Gülen's government and suggested that there might be a scandal behind it.The Foundation once had a purchase case for a complete set of instruments worth millions of dollars. The well-known Ball Aerospace Technology Company proposed a proposal with a relatively low price, but that case was later broken down into several individual purchase cases and delivered to Pasha, California. A small company in Dina City, and the owner of that company was an old friend of Edward's back then. It is currently during the presidential election, and the two major parties are using all their means and aggressive means to attack their opponents, and the fight is fierce.Gulen, who has served two terms as president, belongs to the Reform Republican Party and has been criticized by the news media.And his hand-picked successor Preston.Romes, former President Clayton's vice president, has led his opponent in several recent polls.In fact, that acquisition really wasn't a scandal.Although Ball's proposal was relatively cheap, the full set of instruments they designed was less effective, while Pasadena's engineers were able to put more measuring instruments under the same payload weight. There is a Champs restaurant more than one kilometer south of the road from the foundation, where Jasmine and I have dinner at night.I talked about these things with Jasmine during the meal.What was written in that article is really not news. The way of writing that catches the wind and rumors has far more political intentions than substantial meaning. Molly asked: Does it make any difference whether they are right or wrong?What matters is how they manipulate us.All of a sudden, there is mainstream media that can fire at our foundation. There was an editorial on another page of the magazine, describing the Mars project as the most expensive and unique waste of public funds in human history, sacrificing countless lives and properties.It's a milestone that proves humanity's ability to extract profit from global catastrophe.The author is a man who writes speeches exclusively for the Christian Conservative Party.Molly, who doesn't know that this rotten magazine is originally the mouthpiece of the Christian Conservative Party. They want to break us down. They can't beat us.Even if Lomis loses the election, even if they demote us back to surveillance, we're the only ones in the country with the ability to observe time gyrations. That doesn't mean we won't be collectively fired and replaced. Not to that extent. She looked disbelieving. Molly is the nurse and registration lady in the clinic, who was left by Dr. Kooning to me when I first came to the foundation.For the past five years, she has been something of a fixture in the clinic, courteous, professional and efficient.In addition to our usual jokes with each other, we also talked about some personal things, so I know that she is currently single, three years younger than me, and the apartment she lives in has no elevator and is some distance from the sea.She usually doesn't seem to talk much, so I always thought she just liked that tone. Then, nearly a month ago, Molly was packing her handbags for the drive home one Thursday evening when she came up to me and asked if I wanted to have dinner with her.Why?She said: Because I am too lazy to wait for you to invite me.So, to go, or not to go? I go. It was only then that I discovered that Jasmine was a smart and cunning person in private, her words were always sarcasm, and getting along with her was more interesting than I expected.We have eaten at Champs several times over the past three weeks.We like the menu at this restaurant because it doesn't look pompous.We like the atmosphere of this restaurant as it has a very campus feel to it.I always think that Jasmine looks very tasteful in the Champs restaurant, and the plastic cubicle seems to have a lot of color because of her presence, making it even more elegant and dignified.She had long blond hair, made even more flowing by the humidity of the night.She deliberately wears tinted contact lenses that look like green eyes but feel like they match her face. She asked me: Did you see that tidbit? Take a glance.The side story in the magazine compared Jason's illustrious career with his private life, described it as enigmatic, or had no private life at all.The article said: People who knew Jason said that the furnishings in his home were empty and simple, which was similar to his love life.It has never been rumored that he has any scandals, whether he has a fiancée, girlfriend, wife, or whether he is gay.When you walk out of his house, you will feel that he is not only married to his own ideas, but even a little sickly addicted.In many ways, Jason.Lawton, like the Foundation, has always been in the suffocating shadow of his father.Although Jason.Lawton has achieved brilliant results, but he still has a long way to go before he can become a truly upright man. Jasmine said: at least this part didn't wrong him. Yeah?Jason may be a bit self-centered, but Every time he passed the clinic counter, it was as if I didn't exist.I mean, that's not a big deal, but it really doesn't feel very sweet.How is his treatment? Jasmine, I'm not helping him with anything.Molly had looked at Jason's medical chart, but I didn't see anything that wasn't multiple sclerosis.He just came to chat with me. Yes, then when he occasionally comes to chat with you, why does he seem to act so slowly?It's okay, you don't have to say anything to me, but I just want you to know that I'm not blind.That aside, he's in Washington now, right? He appears to be spending more time in Washington than Florida right now.There's been a lot of gossip already.Now that the general election is coming, many people are busy with the post-election layout. So, there is probably something going on in the dark right now. There is always something going on. I'm talking about the foundation.Those assistants saw some clues.For example, do you know what's weird?We've just acquired a large forty-hectare piece of land outside the western wall.This is Tim Tyler, a typist from the human resources department.Chasley told me that a land surveyor should come to measure it next week. Why? Nobody knows.Maybe we're going to expand the park, or maybe they're going to turn the foundation into a shopping mall. This is the first time I've heard it. You have become out of condition.Jasmine smiled at me as she spoke.You need to get in touch with people more, for example, me. ☆ After dinner, we moved to Jasmine's apartment.I stay there overnight. I don't want to describe the gestures, eyes and touches we made when we were lingering.Not because I'm embarrassed to say it, but because I can't seem to remember.On the one hand, it's because it's been a long time, and on the other hand, it's because I don't remember those when I think back.I noticed something very ironic.For example: I can recite the article we discussed in the magazine, I can tell you what Jasmine ate at the Champs restaurant that night But after we lingered, I only remember some fleeting images in my mind, for example, The dim light in the room, the open window has a cloth wheel that keeps turning in the damp wind, her green eyes are close to my eyes. ☆ Within a month, Jason was back at the Foundation.I saw him walking down the corridor refreshed, as if a strange new energy had been injected into him. He was surrounded by a group of security personnel dressed in black.While it was not possible to determine where the security personnel came from, they were supposed to represent the Treasury Department.Next, there is often a small group of vendors and land surveyors crowded in the corridors, none of whom speak to Foundation employees.Molly kept telling me some rumors, for example: the whole center is about to be razed to the ground; or, the center is about to expand; or, the entire staff is about to be laid off; or, everyone is about to raise their salaries.Simply put, something is about to happen in the Foundation. For nearly a week, Jason didn't say anything.Then, on that lazy Thursday afternoon, Jason called me over the PA system in the clinic and asked me to go up to the second floor.He said: I want you to meet someone. No sooner had I reached the heavily guarded stairwell than I was followed by a guard with a gun and a pass-through pass.He took me upstairs to a conference room.Obviously, Jason didn't call me to say hello and gossip.This is a top secret in the Foundation, and it was originally not my turn to get involved.Apparently Jason was going to share the secret with me again.However, knowing too much is never a good thing.I took a deep breath, opened the door and walked in. The conference room has a mahogany table and six plush chairs.Besides me, there were two other people inside. One of them is Jason. The other one could easily be mistaken for a child.My first impression was that he looked like a badly burned toddler in desperate need of a skin graft.The man was only about a hundred and fifty tall, standing in the corner of the conference room.He was wearing blue jeans and a plain white cotton T-shirt.His shoulders were broad and his eyes were large and bloodshot.Compared with his short stature, his arms seemed too long, as if a bit cumbersome. Most surprising, though, was his skin.His gray-black skin was dull, and his body was bald without half a hair.The wrinkles on his body were different from normal wrinkles, not baggy like the folds in the skin of a hound.It's a deep grained wrinkle that looks like melon rind. The little man came up to me and held out his hand.His hands were wrinkled from the long arms to the small palms.I hesitated, but shook his hand, thinking his fingers looked like mummies.However, his hand is full and fleshy when held, much like the thick leaves of desert plants, it feels like holding a handful of aloe vera, and I feel him holding my hand back.The weirdo grinned. Jason said: He is Wan. What is he forty thousand? Wan laughed.His teeth were large, blunt, and perfectly clean.I can never tire of hearing this brilliant joke! His full name is Vanovan, from Mars. ☆ Martian. It is easy to be misunderstood.The word Martian has a long history in the history of literature. From Wells to Heinlein, too many people have written Martian novels, but in fact Mars is of course a planet without life.Until later, we transformed Mars and created our own Martians. Obviously, there is a living Martian in front of him.In fact, he is 99.9% human, but his appearance is a bit strange.Just two years ago, we sent humans to colonize Mars, and today, humans on Mars have been multiplying outside the time loop for thousands of years.He speaks standard English, with an accent that sounds half Oxford and half New Delhi, India.He walked up and down the meeting room, took a bottle of mineral water from the table, unscrewed the cap, and drank it in big gulps.He wiped his mouth with his arm, and droplets of water condensed on his wrinkled skin. I tried not to look at Jason as I sat and listened to him. Below is what he told me.I have quoted briefly, and have added many details which I did not know until later. ☆☆☆ Not long after the time gyration dialysis membrane surrounded Mars, the Martian left his hometown. Van Novin is a historian as well as a linguist.He was young by Martian standards, fifty-four years old on Earth, and in good health.He was an exchange scholar, sent to perform volunteer work with agribusiness groups.He spent a flash of time completing a mission in the delta of the Kyrio Roche River and was awaiting his next assignment.The Kyrio Roche River is located in the Silver Island Basin.The Silver Island Basin is the name given by the people on Earth, and the Martians call it the Barrell Plain.It was then that he received a call-up from the government. The government of Mars plans to send people to the earth. For this purpose, a special committee has been set up to carry out mission planning and coordination.Van Novin, along with thousands of other men and women, also submitted their credentials to the committee for review.Those people were about the same age and social class as Van Novin.When he submitted his qualifications, he never really thought that he would be selected.In fact, he is quite timid and timid by nature. Except for working in other places for academic research or visiting relatives and friends, he has never been far away from his hometown in his life.So when the committee announced the list of candidates, he cringed a little. If it weren't for his recent fourth year of age, he might have rejected the government's call-up.There must be someone better suited to the task than him, isn't there?Wrong, clearly not the case.The government determined that his talents and life experience were just right for the job.So, after he took care of some personal affairs (actually, there was nothing to do), he took the train to the dry land of Basat where the launch center is located (people on earth call it the Telsi Volcanic Area).There he was trained to represent the Five Republics on a diplomatic mission to Earth. Martian technology has only recently begun to contemplate the development of manned spaceflight.In the past, government governing boards seemed to think that spaceflight was a highly unwise risky venture, likely to attract the attention of hypothetical intelligent beings, and a waste of resources.Space missions must invest large-scale manpower and material resources in construction work, which will cause unpredictable and violent fluctuations, endangering the fragile biosphere that is painstakingly maintained.Martians are natural environmentalists with an instinct for hoarding.Their technologies are small-scale and concentrated in the biological field, with a long history and exquisite detail.However, their industrial base is rather weak.They have carried out unmanned space missions and explored those useless small moons, but instead over-consumed the already weak industrial base. However, for hundreds of years, they have been observing the earth surrounded by time gyrations, and they have been thinking about it.They know that the black planet is the cradle of mankind.Through the observations of the astronomical telescope, coupled with the data brought by the nuclear-powered spacecraft that arrived later, they knew that the dialysis membrane was permeable.They know that time gyrations cause time differences, but they don't understand how time gyrations are created.They reasoned that spaceflight from Mars to Earth was technically possible, but difficult and impractical.After all, the time on the earth is almost static at present. As long as the astronauts enter the darkness, even if they leave the earth and return to Mars the next day, the time outside has passed thousands of years. But recently, a few vigilant astronomers observed that several hundred kilometers above the north and south poles of Mars, several box-like structures are quietly assembling themselves.It was a machine made by a hypothetical intelligent creature, and it looked almost exactly like the ones on Earth.Mars developed freely in an independent environment without any disturbance, and passed through hundreds of thousands of years without knowing it.Those intelligent creatures are invisible and omnipotent, hidden in a corner of our solar system.Now, they're also eyeing Mars.The final result must be that Mars will soon have its own time gyration dialysis membrane.Several powerful forces appeared on Mars, and put forward various reasons, hoping to get in touch with the earth surrounded by time circles and discuss together.Therefore, Mars began to gather scarce resources and designed and built a spaceship.In terms of Earth's history and language, what is available on Mars is only fragmentary data.Wan Nuowen is a linguist and is proficient in these historical materials, so Wan Nuowen was recruited.Shocked, he had no choice but to embark on a journey to Earth. Long-distance space flight is like long-term imprisonment, the body will become weaker and weaker, and the extreme gravity of the earth's environment is a severe test.So despite his simulation training, Van Novin barely made it through.In the summer of three years ago, the Kyrio Roche River flooded, and Vanovan lost many family members in the disaster.Why did he volunteer for this space flight?Why did the government choose him?This is a very important reason.The risk of death was less of a burden for Van Novin than it was for most of the other volunteers.Even so, he didn't want to die, but hoped to arrive safely.He was very active in training and learned the complex operations and machine performance on the spaceship.Although he doesn't want to see hypothetical intelligent beings surround Mars with a time vortex, if it does happen, it means that he will not return to a strange Mars that has undergone millions of years of changes.He still has the opportunity to return to the original Mars and his familiar hometown.Despite the vast universe outside and the endless erosion of time, his hometown will still retain all the memories and losses for him. Of course, this mission was originally meant to have no return.The spacecraft is designed for one-way flight.He thought to himself that if he really had a chance to go back to Mars, it must be the kindness of the people on earth, and it must be a very generous kindness, to help him buy a return ticket. What was about to propel him into space was the huge multi-section rocket, the front capsule was made of steel and ceramics, and it felt rough.At the moment before being locked in the space capsule, Wan Nuowen looked at the dry land of Basat, the endless plain, and the mountains and valleys carved by thousands of years of wind and rain on the plain, with mixed feelings in his heart.Perhaps, this is the last time he will see Mars in his lifetime. During the long journey that followed, he was in a coma for most of the time.The drugs put his body's metabolism in a dormant state.However, after all, it was still a long period of torment, a severe test, the process was very painful, and it took a lot of damage to the body.He was still on the way when the dialysis membrane of the time gyration surrounded Mars.For the rest of the journey, Van Novin was completely isolated.With the earth in front and Mars behind, the time connection between him and the two human worlds was completely cut off.In the boundless silence, he is alone guarding a gloomy and gray spaceship, passing through the endless empty void.He thought to himself, death is terrible, but what is the difference between what he has experienced and death? His moments of full sobriety dwindled.He forced himself to sleep, wallowing in meditative hallucinations, seeking solace. From all aspects, his spacecraft is quite primitive, but the semi-intelligent autopilot and navigation system is quite sophisticated, saving most of the fuel, effectively playing the role of deceleration, and guiding the spacecraft into the high-altitude orbit of the earth.The planet below is a black void, and the moon is like a huge turning disk.The spacecraft sends out microscopic probes to take samples from the outer reaches of the Earth's atmosphere.The probe transmitted gradually redshifted telemetry data in real time before entering the dialysis membrane, just enough data for the spacecraft to calculate the angle of entry into the atmosphere.The spacecraft is equipped with a full set of flight surfaces, aerodynamic brakes, and adjustable parachutes.If he is lucky, these equipment will take him through the dense turbulence, resist the high temperature, weaken the momentum, and land safely on the surface of the huge planet.However, most of it still depends on luck.From Wan Nuowen's point of view, if he thinks about passing this level, it may depend on a miracle.He hid in a bucket full of protective glue, and with a mortal determination, he made his final descent. When he awoke, he found that the spaceship was slightly charred and had landed in a canola field in southern Minitoba, Canada, surrounded by a large group of pale, smooth-skinned people.He could see that some people were wearing bio-isolation protective suits.Wan Noven had just climbed out of the spaceship, and immediately felt his heart beating faster.The strong gravitational force made his muscles stiff and painful, and his entire lungs were sealed by thick and stagnant air.He was quickly placed in protective gear and placed under close supervision. For the next month, he lived in a transparent circular plastic enclosure.There was the Animal Disease Control Center of the Department of Agriculture, on Plum Island offshore, off Long Island, New York.He used that time to learn to speak English.At that time, all the English he knew was learned from fragments of ancient bamboo slips on Mars, so his knowledge was limited.He trained his lips and his accent, tried to adapt to the phonetic form of English, and racked his brains to find the appropriate words to express himself and communicate with the strangers around him.The men looked stern, or frightened.It was not a good time.The earthlings were long, thin creatures with pale, bloodless skin, completely different from the impression he had gotten from reading ancient documents.Some were pale as ghosts, reminding him of ghost stories from Remnant Moon.When I was a child, I was often scared to death when I heard those ghost stories told by adults.He even wondered wildly, in the middle of the night, would a guy he saw during the day come out of his bed, like the ghost in the coconut in the legend, asking for an arm or a leg from him.He often had nightmares and couldn't sleep. Fortunately, Wan Nuowen's unique talent for linguists has not degenerated.Soon after, he was taken to meet some men and women in higher positions of power.Those people were much friendlier than those who had captured him.He seized the opportunity to bond with them.There is some social red tape in this ancient and confusing culture of Earth.Wan Nuowen racked his brains to learn these social etiquettes in style.He waited patiently.When the time comes, he will speak his proposal.The proposal he brought from Mars all the way is the brainchild of the human beings in the two worlds who have paid countless costs, and it is also the mission he wants to achieve at the risk of his life. ☆ About the time Jason was talking, I interrupted him.Jason, please stop. he stops.Taylor, any questions? no problem.It's just me, I have so much to digest. Does it sound ok?do you understand?I hope you understand, because I will have to tell this story several times.I hope I speak well enough.Do you think it sounds okay? Still smooth.But who are you going to tell? Worldwide, media.We're going to make it public. Wan Nuowen said: I don't want to be a mysterious figure anymore.I didn't come to earth to hide.I have something to tell you.He turned off the cap of the bottle of mineral water and asked me, "Do you want some, Taylor.Dupre?It looks like you need a drink. I took the water bottle from his fat, wrinkled hand and took several swigs. 我說：好啦，這下子我們可不可以算是歃水為盟了？ 萬諾文好像聽得一頭霧水。傑森大笑起來。