Lingzhou Crossing Wei

In 2070, the earth entered a one-dimensional civilization. The weather can be adjusted, the geology can be transported, and resources can be used at will - human beings think that they have finally grasped the power of the planet. Luochuan didn't think so. He is the captain of the Tuowei formation and the ace of the ninth generation fighter, but he has a ray of "same source of fire" hidden in his body since he was a child. The day the appointment letter came down, the fire burned a little; in his dream, he heard an inhuman breath in the vacuum. No one knew what it was, and he couldn't tell. Wangshu is heading to Mars. At the bottom of the Grand Canyon, the curvature of space is abnormal, recorded three times a century ago, like three thorns stuck at the edge of the solar system. Nine fighter planes cut into the sandstorm, and Hetu—the system that was born out of fear but chose to persevere—peeled out a signal from the noise: Unnatural. Not geological. From the bottom of the canyon. The saucer-shaped remains half-buried in the rock formations are made of materials not owned by the earth. The shell is cold, with nine layers of textures spiraling in. There is another dimension hidden behind the projection. Inside the cabin door, extremely weak fluctuations of the living body were jumping one after another in a deep sleep, like a person trying to breathe while his chest was pressed. It's not a weapon, it's a relic. We must not be the first to fire the first shot at mankind's first contact with a higher civilization. But it's still decaying. Forty-one days later, it may be silent forever. The approval from the headquarters is still crawling on the light road, the valley is blocked by sandstorms, the dimensions are unequal, and the semantics cannot be parsed-Luochuan is the only key that can touch it. The palm of his hand was cracked and blood seeped into his armor. He put his hand against the door: "It's crying for help. Not talking, but breathing." From Mars canyons to high-dimensional debris, from one person's fire to the lives of nine people. On this journey, they were not going to war, but returning home.