【Earth】.

There was no lights on in the office, and it was dark.

Only the faint blue light of the holographic projection reflects the surrounding environment.

A looming figure sat quietly behind the desk, with her elbows on the desk, silently watching the text flashing rapidly in the holographic projection.

suddenly.

Perhaps because of the location of [Earth], a light from the main star Glitzer 555 shines directly on the porthole of the office.www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

Through the porthole, this warm light instantly dispelled the cold and darkness in the office.

"Professor, the final candidate has been determined."

Meanwhile, electronic synthesizing sounds echo in the office.

"good."

The figure behind the desk moved and squeezed out a syllable from his mouth with difficulty.

Then, under the light of the main star, the office that was slightly brighter was once again in a dead silence.

Lu Yongchang stared at a person's name slowly slashing in the holographic projection, and closed his eyes in pain.

"Professor, Academician Su Yutong is here."

"Let her go back." Lu Yongchang's faint voice sounded, "Don't open the door..."

"Bang!Bang!Bang!"

The dull knock on the door interrupted Lu Yongchang's words.

"You go back." Lu Yongchang took a deep breath, cheered up a little, and shouted loudly.

"No!" Through the thick hatch door, Su Yutong's voice changed slightly, "You have been in the office for three days!"

“…”

No response.

In the office, Lu Yongchang was still staring at the names in the holographic projection, and he tried to remember all these names in his mind.

But, with a billion names, even his reinforced brain, it is difficult for him to do such a job.

"Don't forget, you are the chief scientist of the National People's Association Academy of Sciences!"

The voice outside the door suddenly became stern: "If you fall down, what should you do if the remaining billions of human beings are left?"

Lu Yongchang's body trembled slightly, but he still didn't say anything.

"...I'll put things at the door. No matter what, you have to eat something."

Su Yutong's voice eased a little: "There is hope in the people's couplet."

"I...I get it."

Lu Yongchang's eyes were slightly red and he murmured softly.

"Professor, Academician Su Yutong has left."

The moment the electronic synthesizer sounded, Zero's virtual image slowly emerged: "Your food is left at the door."

“…Please help me bring it in.”

Lu Yongchang's eyes were dull, and he sighed again and whispered: "She is right, there is still hope for the people's connection."

"We cannot live up to the sacrifices of these billion people."

"Click."

The sound of the door opening sounded, and a robot walked towards the office door under zero control.

Just as Lu Yongchang reached out and patted his cheek gently and cheered up a little, a message jumped out in front of his eyes.

【Communication Request】

"Professor, Proxima Centara sends a communication request."

“Are you accepted?”

Lu Yongchang put down the food he had just opened and his brows frowned slightly.

"Communication request for Proxima Centara human civilization?"

Looking at the information flashing rapidly in the holographic screen, Lu Yongchang felt a sudden slap in his heart.

It's really not yet settled, but it's been rising again and again.

At this critical moment, I don’t know what happened to Proxima Centarum’s human civilization.

An undetectable sadness flashed in Lu Yongchang's eyes: "Click on."

...

17.55 light years away, Proxima galaxy.

The light of the main star Proxima Centauri is very dim, and it is extremely difficult to dispel the darkness in this star system.

Proxima Centauri b.

Since hundreds of years ago, it has gradually become a silver-white frozen planet.

Satellites silently revolve around this planet.

In the distance, a huge [Ray] starship slowly sailed.

It comes from the gas giant planet in the Proxima galaxy, replenishing fusion fuel for the only remaining surface cities on Proxima b.

Time is like a knife, hundreds of years have left a very strong trace on the [Ray].

But it still worked hard to travel between the two planets according to the procedures left behind.

Proxima Centauri, central city.

The roads, facilities and buildings in the city are covered with a layer of heavy feeling brought by the passage of time.

Central cities have not changed for hundreds of years.

Not only the central cities, but those around them have changed almost nothing over the past few hundred years.

Proxima Centre Human Parliament Building.

"Ren Feng, are you looking for me?"

A familiar voice came from an office deep in the distance.

Behind the desk, a gray-haired middle-aged man had a faint bitter smile on his face, and waved his hand gently and said, "Zhengqing, sit down."

"Do you remember what I said to you?"

Zhang Zhengqing's breathing was slightly suffocated, and the relaxed expression on his face instantly became solemn.

He was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "Of course I remember."

Zhang Zhengqing looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a complicated look on his face, with a tired face: "Have you... thought it through?"

Ren Feng did not respond to Zhang Zhengqing's question as soon as possible, but raised his hand and operated it in the holographic projection beside him.

"Look at it."

He skillfully brought up a document and displayed it in front of Zhang Zhengqing.

"This is the latest document from the People's Fleet."

Zhang Zhengqing glanced at Ren Feng suspiciously, and then focused on the holographic projection in front of him.

The moment he saw the title, he suddenly widened his eyes.

"Broken...the plan to cut off the tail?"

These four words immediately made bad thoughts arise in his mind.

He didn't have time to think too much or ask, so he directly stroked the holographic interface and read it carefully.

“…”

"Crazy, Professor Lu is crazy!"

Zhang Zhengqing's hands trembled slightly and murmured in a low voice: "One billion people, this is one billion people!"

"Just sacrifice them like this?!"

"For the survival of more people." Ren Feng smiled relievedly and whispered, "They did the same at the beginning."

Zhang Zhengqing's voice suddenly paused.

He knew what Ren Feng meant.

More than two hundred years ago, when the disaster came, when Proxima b surface city was in chaos, the elderly voluntarily gave up their chances of survival.

Looking back at the scene at that time, Zhang Zhengqing's stiff face suddenly became a little softer.

"Why……"

"Maybe this is the inheritance of human beings."

"What a pity..." Zhang Zhengqing murmured with a sigh, "There may not many people in the Proxima Centarum human civilization today have this kind of inheritance."

Ren Feng was silent for a while, then said in an extremely firm tone.

"It doesn't matter."
Chapter completed!