Zhao Pengcheng remembered why he felt familiar with the old man.

This Professor Mei used to be a great celebrity in Wuzhong City, and his status and fame are no less than the mayor and richest man. His feat of going abroad when he was young and later returning to serve the country was once a good talk and became a hot topic on college campuses; and he often despised the bold remarks of the rich and the dwarf, which also impressed the young Zhao Pengcheng.

Mei Yiqiu was the chief scientific adviser of the United Nations Space Management Committee and one of the leaders of the Third Space Foundation formed by human scientists. In the battle between the original human and the parasited parasite, he has never flinched. Until humanity and the parasitic consciousness signed a peace agreement, he refused to sign at the United Nations General Assembly, and has since been hidden underground, becoming the leader of the resistance organization.

Zhao Pengcheng carefully looked at the old man on the screen—his hair was all white, like silver wire; his cheekbones were high, his cheeks were sunken, and only a piece of wrinkled skin was left; he was holding it. The pipe's hand was trembling slightly, and it looked like he had mild Parkinson's disease.

Although he is full of old age, his spirit is still strong. His eyes are deep, his voice is loud, and his body is full of wisdom. The fireworks in the pipe are indefinite, and the smoke he inhales comes out of his mouth. Under the naked-eye 3D effect, it seems to float out of the screen, adding a touch of mystery.

Zhao Pengcheng finally knew why they locked him up. This is a struggle between two races, just as they have repeatedly assassinated human scientists, and are still hunting down members of resistance organizations.

"Don't want to know anything from me." Zhao Peng said to the screen. He remembered that he had said something similar to Aoki in his dream ten years ago. In the end he said a lot of things that shouldn’t be said, but that was because he had the ultimate move to trap his opponent, and today, he knew he couldn’t escape. NS.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not interested in the secrets of your organization." Mei Yiqiu doesn't look like an interrogator at all, more like chatting with an old friend, "because I know you don't know more than me. In the past ten years, you have severed contact with your organization in prison, and you know nothing about the outside world. You are just a poor, lonely, and no one hurts the child."

"Then what are you doing with me? Do you just want to torture me to satisfy your pleasure?" Zhao Pengcheng sneered, "If you have studied us, you should know that I can get rid of the influence of human emotions and can also shield humans. Nervous pain. My tolerance for pain is a thousand times stronger than yours. No matter what punishment you use, it is nothing to me."

"I'm not interested in torturing you." Mei Yiqiu laughed and laughed, "I know you are not afraid of pain or hardship, but you are afraid of death. You have been in prison for so many years, and finally you have waited until your race has won— —Oh, let me make a statement first, it is a temporary victory—you are always reluctant to die right away, right?"

Zhao Pengcheng snorted and refused to answer this question.

Mei Yiqiu continued: "I don’t know how large your ethnic group is, but not many people have come to the earth now. I don’t think there will be more than one million people, but there are seven billion people on the earth. We can only use the pyramid-shaped weakness of the human social structure to occupy the spire. So every consciousness that comes to the earth is precious, plus you live much longer than us to some extent, and it becomes a pity that you are dead. You don’t want to die before you have any chance to transfer your consciousness to another human being, do you?"

"What are you trying to say?" Zhao Pengcheng asked.

Mei Yiqiu took a deep breath, then put the pipe down, looked at the screen and said, "I want to exchange your life for Aoki."

"Aoki? Isn't he lying on the bed?"

"Thanks to you."

"I don't know where he is."

Mei Yiqiu said, "Are you cold right now?"

Zhao Pengcheng said disdainfully: "I am not afraid of the cold."

Mei Yiqiu shook his head and said, "The place where you are now is 372 cubic meters. Don't think this is a cold storage. We don't need to use it to store tuna. This is a laboratory—the most advanced cryogenic laboratory in the world. ."

"The current temperature is minus c. If I lower the temperature to minus 0c or lower, how long can you hold it? Of course, you are not afraid of the cold. Your race is very strong. Even if you freeze to death, your consciousness can still exist. For a long time. Although I don’t know where you will go when you break away and you can’t find a new parasite, Ancestral Star? Or are you floating in the universe? But I think there must be a place you don’t want to go."

"Where?" Zhao Pengcheng was suddenly a little curious.

"Centaur Bumo Rang Nebula." Mei Yiqiu said.

Zhao Pengcheng began to search for this vague astronomical term in his memory. When he found this memory in a certain corner of his brain, he got goose bumps on his body inexplicably, just like throwing him on the beach in June. On the ice field of Siberia.

The Boomerang Nebula, also known as the Pelagic Rod Nebula, is 5000 light-years away from the earth and has a temperature of minus 272c, which is only 5c higher than absolute zero. It is the only celestial body known to have a temperature lower than the cosmic background radiation.

In such a low temperature, everything is inactive, including consciousness.

"What do you mean?" Zhao Pengcheng calmed down.

"The lowest temperature achievable in this laboratory is one-two billionths of a Kelvin, which is only five nanometers away from absolute zero. At that time, your consciousness..."

Mei Yiqiu stopped suddenly when she got here. Zhao Pengcheng saw a jitter on the screen, as if an earthquake had occurred. Because the naked-eye 3D technology was so realistic, he almost thought the laboratory was about to collapse.

The bald head standing behind Mei Yiqiu rushed up to help Mei Yiqiu out, and then there was a sudden gunshot. The gunfire lasted for more than ten seconds, a strong flash appeared on the screen, and then the screen disappeared. The wall regained the appearance of an ice wall, and there was no screen at all~lightnovelpub.net~ Then, Zhao Pengcheng heard a dull explosion. The sound didn't come from the screen or the microphone, but from outside the laboratory. It should be the explosion when the screen flashed just now. If the video hasn't been delayed, judging from the time difference between the flash and the sound, the explosion is less than one kilometer away from him.

The temperature in the laboratory is maintained at minus c. Zhao Pengcheng is fortunate that if Mei starts the ultra-low temperature and reduces the temperature to close to absolute zero, the space here will be frozen and the atoms will become static. The body he is parasitic is equivalent to Doesn't exist anymore. At that time, his consciousness will fall into endless darkness, just like Aoki in zero-dimensional space, life is better than death.

Of course, if there is no one to rescue him within an hour, he will freeze to death here, which is not a misfortune.

About twenty minutes later, Zhao Pengcheng felt the temperature rise. Then, the door of the laboratory was opened, and the foreigner appeared at the door, just like when he was picked up from prison, holding his hand and saying, "Comrade Zhao Pengcheng, you have worked hard."

Zhao Pengcheng felt the temperature in the opponent's hand, but there was a chill in his heart: "How did you find me?"

The comrade said: "We have been in the layout since you went to Liuying Alley. Thank you for helping us find the submarine base of the resistance organization."

Zhao Pengcheng said dissatisfiedly: "You use me?!"

The comrade said excitedly: "All for organization and great victory!"