"No, no!"

Zhang Zhengqing shook his head repeatedly.

"It's not that we don't observe Ross 154, but that until now we have the ability to perform high-precision observations on Ross 154!"

Ren Feng was stunned.

Zhang Zhengqing's words were somewhat beyond his expectations.

Seeing Ren Feng's doubts, Zhang Zhengqing explained in a hurry.

"Twenty-eight years ago, in 2272 of the Earth's calendar, Proxima Centauri was attacked by electromagnetic cannon projectiles from the direction of the Earth."

"These electromagnetic cannon projectiles wrapped in micronuclear bombs not only destroyed the No. 1 city at that time, but also destroyed many satellites."

"There are two orbital telescopes."

"When the human fleet left, in order to save resources, they took away almost all the observation equipment."

"And those two orbital telescopes are exactly the only two high-precision optical telescopes we have."

"It was not until a week ago that the Academy of Sciences had thoroughly mastered the relevant knowledge and successfully repaired one."

Zhang Zhengqing shrugged and said helplessly: "As for the radio telescope array..."

“They are located near City 1 and are still under maintenance.”

Ren Feng's mouth twitched slightly: "It's been twenty-five years, is this only progress..."

Zhang Zhengqing nodded with a wry smile: "It's already very good to make this progress."

"Twenty-five years ago, Proxima B had only 2 million people left."

"Even now, it's only 3 million."

"Without zero help, the efficiency of work has dropped more than several times!"

"But..." Zhang Zhengqing changed his tone, "Although there are many difficulties, the Academy of Sciences has recently achieved a brand new scientific research result."

Ren Feng's eyes lit up.

But the next moment, Zhang Zhengqing blocked his words back: "It's still in the experimental stage, so let's talk about it when it's completely successful."

"The key point now is the Ross 154."

Ren Feng pondered for a moment, reached out and pushed the several matters accumulated in front of him aside.

"I'll go to the Academy of Sciences now."

...

Proxima Centauri, City No. 4, Academy of Sciences.

“Authentication is successful.”

"Welcome to the Chairman of the Assembly."

The mechanical electronic female voice rang at the door.

At the same time, the door made of transparent aluminum material quietly opened.

Ren Feng walked into the Academy of Sciences with an anxious expression.

"President, third floor."

Zhang Zhengqing's voice rang in the hall.

Ren Feng calmed down and quickly walked into the elevator set up beside him.

...

Third floor of the Academy of Sciences, Proxima Central Astronomical Laboratory.

Ren Feng quickly walked into the laboratory where the door was open.

What caught my eye were hundreds of scientific researchers wearing white coats and looking hurried.

In the huge holographic projection directly in front of it, a clear image of the starry sky is presented.

"President, here!"

Zhang Zhengqing's voice came from the side.

Ren Feng turned his head and walked quickly towards Zhang Zhengqing.

"how's it going?"

"Ros 154..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Zhengqing shook his head helplessly.

“No progress.”

“Until now, we have not found any signs of Ross 154’s existence.”

While talking, the two walked into an office.

"Click."

As the office door closed, the noisy talk outside instantly dropped a lot.

"What?" Ren Feng's eyebrows looked at Zhang Zhengqing's appearance as if he was facing a great enemy. His eyebrows jumped and he asked in a deep voice.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Zhang Zhengqing's eyes.

After a moment of entanglement, he gritted his teeth, lowered his voice, and said softly: "Ren Feng, I doubt..."

"The human fleet has perished."

Ren Feng's pupils shrank suddenly!

He took a deep breath and suppressed the shock in his heart: "Why do you say that?"

Zhang Zhengqing reached out and opened the holographic projector beside him: "Come on, sit down."

"I'll show you something."

The holographic image unfolds rapidly, and a timeline is presented.

"Look." Zhang Zhengqing reached out and pointed at the left side of the timeline, "In 2270 years of the Earth calendar, the human fleet arrived at Ross 154."

"Two years later, in 2272, Proxima B encountered that crisis."

"At the same time, according to Professor Lu's explanation, the human fleet encountered a seventh-level two-dimensional creature [painting] at that time, which made them have no time to take care of us."

"Fortunately, the crisis was finally resolved, and [Drawing] did not mean maliciously to humans."

"Then, starting from 2273, for a full twenty-seven years, we had no communication."

"Part of this is because we are busy digesting the technology system sent by the human fleet."

"Until a week ago, we discovered something strange about Ross 154."

Ren Feng looked at the time points appearing on the timeline in front of him, and suddenly a terrifying guess appeared in his heart!

His nose wings trembled slightly, and he swallowed hard and murmured to himself: "You mean..."

Zhang Zhengqing nodded vigorously.

"good!"

"We have reason to suspect that the seventh-level two-dimensional creatures encountered by the human fleet are malicious civilizations."

"For a level seven civilization, it should not be difficult to completely destroy a star."

Ren Feng stood up from the chair and paced back and forth in the office with a serious expression.

As the chairman of the parliament, the first thought that came to his mind was whether Proxima Centara's human civilization would be in danger?

Everyone understands the principle that the lips are gone and the teeth are cold.

The human fleet that was far stronger than them disappeared into this vast universe, and the Proxima Centauri human civilization could not go much far!

Then, he suddenly realized a problem.

“Where is the over-distance communication device?”

"Have you contacted the human fleet?"

Ren Feng said excitedly: "Maybe, they..."

"No!" Zhang Zhengqing directly rejected Ren Feng's words without any hesitation.

"If the other party captures the human fleet, then we will rashly send a message, which is tantamount to seeking death!"

The excited expression in Ren Feng's eyes slowly dissipated.

"Yes, that's right..."

He sat back on the chair with some disappointment, looking at the timeline in the holographic projection blankly.

In the office, the atmosphere became stiff.

for a long time.

"I think we should try it."

Ren Feng said in a hoarse voice.

"I don't think that a level seven civilization will have such complex thoughts about a level two civilization!"

“On the one hand, we all belong to humans.”

“On the other hand, the human fleet is our only channel for information acquisition at present.”

"Whether it is for the survival of the race or for future development, we should try it."

Zhang Zhengqing sighed softly.

Then, he lowered his eyes and nodded silently.

"I don't really understand this."
Chapter completed!