Origin of Mars

Chapter 11 Harlem
Yuncheng, West Street.

There are people coming and going in the food street at night, adults and children, men and women, the colorful lights are flowing on their faces, and the busy hawkers are shouting loudly, the voice is deafening.

Yu Han lowered the brim of his hat, and walked among the crowd, puffing and breathing, looking very relaxed.

You never know the identity of the people passing by your side.

Behind Yu Han, every five meters or so, there is a broad man in black T-shirt following Yu Han's path leisurely.

They looked ordinary, with a faint murderous look hidden between their brows, and they scattered quietly among the noisy crowd.

"Whoo~"

Yu Han stopped in front of a deserted noodle shop, puffed out his cigarette, threw the cigarette butt into the dustpan beside him, straightened his collar, looked at the half-fall of the Iron Curtain, and bent over to move in.

The group of men in black T-shirts found a barbecue stall across the street and sat apart. This place just happened to be able to see the looming figure in the shop.

The fat boss of the barbecue stand was startled by this group of burly men, and handed over a few menus with a slightly pale face, not daring to speak.

"Beer, cut a few pounds of meat, and don't let anyone sit next to us."

The leading man spoke in a flat tone, and threw the unread menu to the fat boss, who nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and trotted into the shop.

But in that noodle restaurant, there was no customer, only a menu with large characters on the wall, and there was not even a receptionist.

But Yu Han pulled a stool, sat down naturally, and continued to puff, with his head resting on the back of the chair, with a comfortable look on his face.

Too many things happened in this day, so much that he couldn't tell the difference between virtual and reality.

This is his habit. Whenever he is too busy, he likes to smoke a cigarette and close his eyes to be alone. But at this moment, Yu Han's mind is filled with dreamy scenes. Eyes, these pictures will play like a slide show, making Yu Han unable to calm down at all.

"Smoking is not allowed in the noodle shop."

At this time, a voice disturbed the pictures. Yu Han opened his eyes and sat up straight. The steaming beef noodles beside him were brought to his table. The scallions were green and the meat slices were cut neatly and beautifully.

"Feel sorry."

Yu Han smiled, stuffed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and grabbed a handful of chopsticks from the bamboo tube beside him, and started to eat.

And the face-faced man took off his apron, and was sitting opposite Yu Han, with a straight back, blond hair, blue eyes, and wrinkled face, about five or sixty years old.

"You are a foreigner, the beef noodles are really good."

Yu Han took out a piece of paper and wiped the sweat from his head.

"I have been making beef noodles for more than ten years, even a fool can understand it."

The foreigner smiled lightly, but he spoke Chinese fluently, even with some local accents.

"Have you ever felt uncomfortable? Professor Tangtang has been reduced to the chef of a broken noodle restaurant, and he has been living here for so many years."

Yu Han put the chopsticks away, touched his belly, his tone was relaxed, but what he said suddenly made the atmosphere a lot heavier.

"After staying here for so many years, the most thorough thing I have realized is not to be too paranoid. Yu, I am very grateful to you, and you don't have to blame yourself too much."

The foreigner shook his head, got up and took a bottle of pickled radish from the next table and handed it to Yu Han.

And Yu Han twisted his hands, as if he was thinking about something, finally, he stared into the eyes of the foreigner, and said seriously:
"I have a way to get you back, Harlem, we need you."

Harlem's hand visibly paused, and he shook it unnaturally, and there was a strange light in his eyes.

"Yu, what are you talking about?"

"Did you watch the live broadcast?"

"Look, it's dreamy."

"Would you think I was crazy if I told you that we met alien civilizations on Mars and made contact with them?"

A playful smile suddenly flashed across Yu Han's face, watching Harlem in front of him tremble all over:
"Don't fucking talk about drinking!"

"Hahaha!"

Yu Han laughed loudly, took the pickled radish, and scooped up a big spoonful fiercely.

Kathy Haring, who once proposed the theory of "planetary border" that affects the entire field, is a well-known research scholar in the field of space in M ​​country and even the world.

His position in cosmic science is like that of Newton in the eyes of physicists.

I came to China for exchange and study 23 years ago. I was attracted by the strong and gentle academic atmosphere here, so I postponed my visa for several years and stayed in the AIM center for research.

The person who received him was Yu Han. At that time, Yu Han was the youngest honorary professor in history. He was high-spirited. He became friends with Harlem who was about ten years older than him. The two often got together to drink and chat about knowledge. Once reduced to a good story.

But country M, for some reason, has been asking Harlem to return to the country, using both soft and hard tactics, and even hinted that he would coerce his parents to force Harlem to go back.

This tough attitude also thoroughly annoyed Harlem. He never married in his life, and his parents were both intellectuals, which was his only concern.

As a last resort, Harlem could only bid farewell to Yu Han and the AIM research team and return to country M.

Just the night before, when Harlem was packing his luggage and preparing to go to the airport, he suddenly learned that his parents had been in a car accident and passed away unexpectedly!
This unexpected situation made Harlem stunned in place, unable to recover for a long time.

Until he came to his senses, he desperately sought information from M, but he always got only a cold answer: it was an unexpected car accident.

At this point, Harlem began to slump, gave up completely, and gave up the idea of ​​returning to China forever. He was unkempt all day long, and sometimes he would be in a daze halfway through the experiment, which made Yu Han feel anxious for a while.

Misfortunes never come singly. In a conference held by the International Astronautics and Astronautics Committee, Haring published a paper titled "On the Relationship between Planetary Gravity and Cosmic Particles and Molecules", which was pointed out to be plagiarized on a large scale.

Coincidentally, the people who targeted Harlem were representatives from the M side and countries closely related to them.

In Harlem's original words, when he saw this completely unfamiliar article and the triumphant faces of those people, he even wanted to rush up and tear their flesh and skin, even revenge on his parents!

This change also caused Harlem to completely lose his position in AIM, lost all his identities in AIM, and was kicked out like a bereaved dog.

No matter how Yu Han explains and tries his best, he is just a small honorary professor. The senior staff of AIM will only pay attention to the status quo, and they will never let a plagiarist enter the laboratory, even though this plagiarist is in At the age of 30, he has become the pinnacle of existence in this field.

In the end, Harlem also gave up. At the last moment, only Yu Han stood by his side. He spent all his connections to force Harlem to stay in Huaguo, and finally gave him a large sum of money. All of Yu Han's savings.

And Harlem used the money to open a noodle restaurant. From a majestic professor to a chef who didn't even know how to make dough at first, it was hard for Yu Han to imagine how many difficulties he had experienced.

The pungentness in his mouth stopped the memories, Yu Han looked around, suddenly took out a portfolio from his jacket, and handed it to Harlem.

"have a look."

"Yu, this is me."

"I believe you, Harlem, this is what you've been chasing all your life."

Yu Han stared seriously at Harlem's eyes. "We are all old, and this kind of opportunity only comes once in this lifetime, or even tens of millions of years."

Yu Han has [-]%, no, it should be [-]% self-confidence. After reading these materials, Harlem will follow him without any feedback.

It's even possible for him to burn down the noodle shop.

From the first second when he opened the portfolio and started to flip through the documents, Harlem's palms trembled uncontrollably.

Looking at those sleepy eyes, Yu Han seemed to rekindle the flames, as if they had returned to 20 years ago, when they sat together on the observation deck of AIM and watched the stars bragging.

"Let me think."

Harlem stood up, holding his head, his voice trembling.

"Your lander found a swarm of alien robots?"

"Not exactly. From the current situation, it should be an alien with exoskeleton armor, leading a group of robots to mine on Mars. It seems that he has just arrived on Mars and has just started."

"You came into contact with it."

"Yes, the atmosphere is surprisingly good. It behaves so much like a human being. At first, I even wondered if it might be from country M."

"Impossible. I know those pedantic and domineering old guys too well. Mining resources on Mars is what they have been pursuing all their lives, but the progress may have to be delayed for decades."

Hearing this term, Harlem's eyes turned cold involuntarily.

"I'm relieved with your words."

"So what do you want to do now?"

"Go up!" Yu Han pointed to the ceiling, "The order I received is that we need to send people to Mars."

"Crazy?! That's an alien civilization! It's not a barbarian! Their technological level crushes you like an ant!"

Harlem's voice became louder, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Yes, this is the result of intense discussions. It is a decision unanimously passed by all the high-level officials of AIM. Our planet is not far from Mars. Why does this civilization go to Mars, which is desolate and uninhabited, instead of directly harvesting results on Blue Planet? Here Aren’t they all ready-made products? Mineral products, nuclear bases, everything.” Yu Han said methodically, “The only possibility is that they have cleanliness and don’t like places with heavy pollution.”

"Not a bad joke, you guys are gambling."

"This is not called gambling. This is called stupid birds flying first. If they want to occupy the blue star, it may be a matter of a few breaths."

"Who doesn't know that they have a high level of technology. Such robots may be the product of hundreds of years after they are placed on Blue Star. It is precisely because we are too far away from them that contacting them is the option with the greatest chance of success."

Yu Han shook his head, "Whoever lands on Mars first will have the greatest chance. This is currently the most fault-tolerant option. It's like you don't care about ants crawling on your boots when you walk on the road. Only ants crawl You will slap it to death when it hits your face, we must seize all time and opportunities!"

Yu Han's words had an inexplicable appeal. Harlem stood there blankly, took a few deep breaths, wiped his face, and suddenly walked towards the back kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

"Get a beard, I hope your behavior will not send all human beings to heaven."

"If the deduction is true, we are now about to line up at the gate of heaven."

Yu Han shrugged, picked up the bowl and drank the noodle soup in one gulp, then wiped his mouth smartly, got up and pulled the rolling door, and walked out like a young man in his 20s.

(End of this chapter)