"Of course you can. If you have a clan brother, you can join the Academy of Sciences immediately. It's not against the rules if I tell you these things in advance."

After hearing Sumo's request, Hou Congwen readily agreed without thinking.

The reason why he isolated others and immediately came over to investigate was not as simple as he said.

The fundamental reason is that in the future, it is very likely that he will be promoted to a senior researcher or even a dean-level figure.

As the examiner and recommender, Hou Congwen valued this relationship more than others.

"Our Academy of Sciences currently has eight different departments, namely, the School of Physics, the School of Chemistry, the School of Architecture, the School of Mechanical Engineering, the School of Ordnance Industry, the Academy of Science and Technology, the School of Medical Sciences, and the School of Mathematics."

"Among them, the School of Physics is the first, and the Academy of Sciences is the last. Our School of Architecture is currently ranked third, only after physics and military engineering."

When it comes to the third one, Hou Cong's writing seems to be somewhat arrogant.

"Brother You Zong, don't look at the issues raised by our Architectural Institute as simple. In fact, as long as these things can be converted into civilian uses, it can completely change the current trend of disaster relief for us humans."

"Take your tower structure as an example. If we can build such a high tower structure underground, it can completely withstand some disasters that cannot penetrate the soil, and preserve the human fire from beginning to end!"

"Oh? It's built underground?" Sumo said with a straight face as he asked for advice.

In fact, Sumo discovered this when he was observing the problem on the Science and Technology Monument Tower yesterday.

Of all newly published questions, more than seven out of ten are about how humans survive underground.

Although such intensive questions cannot explain much, they can already reveal some information.

At this time, with what Hou Congwen said, he immediately discovered the clue.

"Yes, some brothers must have discovered that the disasters in the past two years have become more and more violent. According to our calculations, if this increasing trend continues, sooner or later humans will have to move underground. In this way

Only then can most people’s lives be saved.”

"Of course, maybe our worries are unfounded, but no one knows whether the next disaster will be."

Speaking of this, Hou Congwen paused and gradually stopped.

Eight years have passed, and the number of humans has shrunk dozens of times from the initial eight billion.

Today, the number of humans that only exist in the New World, according to summary statistics, is down to about 200 million adults, which is only twice the total population of Huaxia Henan Province in the Earth Era.

And this is not what worries humans the most.

Because of the uncertainty and frequency of disasters, only really large territories have the ability to ensure the safety and nutrition of newborn children.

In most ordinary territories, even if a child is born, only about 1 in 500 will survive.

Eight years have passed until now.

The number of human beings has experienced negative growth of dozens of times and skyrocketed by hundreds of times, but positive growth has yet to exceed the figure of one million.

If we continue to maintain this attitude, it will only be a matter of time before civilization breaks down.

"Brother, don't worry too much. At present, the disaster still remains in the basic aspects of celestial phenomena and has not touched the real level of destruction."

"Although the low temperature last time reached a terrifying minus 90 degrees, we now have trains that connect the entire New World. The poor can only benefit themselves, and the rich can benefit the world. It shouldn't be a problem to survive for a few more years."

"Besides, as long as we can withstand the pressure during this time, we can make a complete breakthrough and develop the fourth time."

Seeing Somo lost in thought, Hou Congwen realized that he had made a mistake and began to comfort him quietly.

It's a pity that before he could finish all his words, he didn't have time to tell what the fourth technological explosion was.

Suddenly, darkness fell in front of the two of them.

The lake, the pavilion, and the open space were all reduced to nothing.

Instead, there was a simple room of only ten square meters.

"Hey, why is there a power outage?"

"There is an emergency power supply in the courtyard. Even if it can't bear the virtual environment, it can't afford the lighting, right?"

In the dark room without windows, the blue emergency lights above the head have been turned on.

Hou Congwen stood up, smiled slightly awkwardly at first, and then walked out with a trace of sullenness.

There is no room for sloppiness in research work.

A power outage may wipe out a researcher's possible inspiration.

When no disaster strikes, this kind of mistake is simply outrageous!

"The logistics department is getting worse and worse. I told the dean a long time ago not to let people from the Chen family get involved. They can't even clean up the mess they made, and they still want to get involved in the Academy of Sciences. It's true."

"I want to see what other reasons you have today."

After clearing his throat, Hou Congwen cursed in a low voice, straightened his back and walked out.

Although he is not the person who broke the record, the name currently on the list is still "Hou Congwen".

Take advantage of this remaining power.

Hou Congwen, who had always been unhappy with the logistics department, had planned all his words in his mind before he even reached the door.

This time, nothing else.

We must work with other researchers to clean out the cancer of the Chen family from the Academy of Sciences, so as to create a healthy scientific research environment.

Otherwise, if these pests stay inside, sooner or later the previous "disaster" will happen again.

"Management office, help me with logistics!"

Picking up the emergency phone at the door, Hou Congwen dialed the numbers and kept talking.

But the strange thing is that the management office downstairs, which usually responded immediately, was as silent as a sudden power outage today.

I had no choice but to call three times in a row to confirm that the management office had been shut down.

Hou Congwen could only use the dim light to open the mechanical lock of the explosion-proof glass door, push open a small crack and get out.

"Qiu Hong, what's going on? Is the logistics department so stupid that it can cut off the power in broad daylight?"

"You find me a phone that can be connected. I want to greet these morons like the Chen family. Are they?"

After taking two steps, he bumped into Qiu Hong, who was approaching in a hurry. Hou Congwen opened his mouth and cursed.

But unfortunately, before he could finish everything, Qiu Hong, who was usually extremely well-behaved, was extremely abnormal today.

He suddenly raised his hand and covered Hou Congwen's mouth. He then secretly pushed Hou Congwen forward and pressed him against the side wall of the glass spiral. It was extremely rough!

"Qiu, let go"

A person who runs errands and does odd jobs every day has a lot of energy.

Sitting in the research room all day long, my body is weak and weak.

Being held down by Qiu Hong, Hou Congwen couldn't help but struggle a few times, but still couldn't break free immediately.

"Teacher Hou, stop talking and look behind you."

Pressing the hand on Hou Congwen's mouth a little harder, Qiu Hong lowered his voice and Qiang Zi whispered in his ear.

"Woo. What's behind?"

After hearing this whisper clearly, Hou Congwen was not stupid, and instantly realized that things might not be as simple as he thought.

But unfortunately, before he could turn his head and look back.

boom!

A violent roar sounded suddenly, causing his eardrums to almost burst.

At the same time, a red-hot iron seemed to fly over his head, leaving an obvious burning sensation.

"Kill, kill!"

"Gun, who dares to shoot inside the Academy of Sciences!"

A second ago, Qiu Hong's whisper seemed to be still echoing in his ears.

The next second, the exploded head was like a watermelon opened by a hammer, scattering on the ground.

His face was smeared with blood, and Hou Congwen fell to the ground like a madman, his whole body trembling like Parkinson's disease.

Familiar sounds and familiar feelings were no stranger to him.

In virtual reality, I have been forced to try this feeling of being passed by a bullet dozens or hundreds of times.

But this time, the difference is.

This is reality, you only have one life, and it will not be resurrected like in virtual reality.

To die is to be completely dead!

"The Northern Military Region is doing business, and the rest of the gang should retreat quickly, otherwise you will be responsible for any casualties!"

"Three warnings, first warning!"

A cold, emotionless voice sounded from behind.

Upon hearing these familiar words, Hou Congwen's trembling stopped suddenly.

The next second, he raised his head blankly.
To be continued...