105: SSS-level Top Secret Report

One week later.

Southern Country, Yangcheng.

On the map of this bustling metropolis, there was a vast dense forest marked as an "Ecological Protection Zone." However, on any public satellite map, the central area of this forest was a blurred mosaic that had been technically processed.

At this moment, Lin Feng and Wang Dalong were right in the center of that mosaic.

This was a secret base that simply did not exist on any map.

From the moment they were brought in, Wang Dalong's mouth hadn't closed once.

A post every three steps, a sentry every five—all of them were the real deal, armed with live ammunition! The indescribable, chilling atmosphere in the air made him feel as if every breath he took into his lungs tasted of rust.

The place they were currently staying was a tiered conference room large enough to fit three hundred people.

But looking around, fewer than twenty people were scattered throughout the entire conference room.

Wang Dalong stole a glance.

Good heavens!

He felt like he had never seen so much in his entire life.

He would bet his head that among those sitting in the first row, at least three had appeared on the seven o'clock evening news!

There were elderly academicians with white hair, wearing thick glasses, and sporting Chinese Academy of Sciences badges on their chests.

There was a serious-looking man in his fifties who was said to be the chief designer who single-handedly led the entire "Tiangong" space station project.

There were also several military bigwigs with golden stars on their shoulders, each sitting with a straight back, exuding an aura of authority that filled the room.

Even Jiang Wanqing, who had previously exuded a powerful presence in front of them, could only sit obediently in the corner of the first row now. Her posture was more standard than a primary school student's, and her expression was incredibly solemn.

Everyone's attention was pinned firmly to the center of the podium.

It was focused on a young man wearing a clean white shirt, who looked thin and perhaps even a bit timid.

Lin Feng.

Wang Dalong stood behind Lin Feng like a door god, feeling like he could wring water out of the shirt on his back. This scene was even scarier than being chased by hundreds of living corpses in El Dorado! His calves were practically trembling.

On the podium, Lin Feng's palms were also covered in sweat.

In his life, the largest crowd he had ever faced was the tens of thousands of netizens in his livestream room.

But any one of the dozen or so people sitting below him could make the entire country's relevant fields tremble just by stomping their feet.

To say he wasn't nervous would be a lie.

His hand holding the laser pointer couldn't stop shaking.

“Comrade... Comrade Lin Feng.”

An elderly man with white hair, an elegant temperament, and reading glasses lightly tapped the table, breaking the suffocating silence.

He was Jiang Wanqing's mentor, Elder Qin, a titan of the Xia Country archaeological world.

Elder Qin's tone was very gentle, seemingly trying to get him to relax: “Begin your report. Tell us everything you know. Don't have any reservations; from this moment on, every word spoken here will be SSS-level top secret.”

Lin Feng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened them again, he forced himself not to look at the military ranks and titles of the people present.

No, he couldn't handle it.

His mind raced as he activated his most familiar mode.

He imagined the bigwigs below as the IDs that frantically scrolled through his livestream room.

Yes, right, think of it that way.

That white-haired one was 'Grandpa Qin's Archaeology Team,' the one next to him was 'ID Tiangong Design Institute Chief Engineer,' and those unsmiling military bigwigs were 'Top Donor Number One,' 'Top Donor Number Two'... Heh, thinking about it this way really made him feel much better.

He pressed the button on the laser pointer.

“Hum——”

The huge screen behind him lit up instantly, and an incredibly detailed and complex internal structural diagram of the Golden City was presented before everyone in the form of a shocking 3D model.

This was a model he had replicated by relying on his super memory and working with an AI for two full days and nights.

“My report... does not start with El Dorado.”

Lin Feng's voice was a bit raspy, but every word was exceptionally clear.

No nonsense, he started with a bombshell.

“I want to start with a destroyed alien civilization—the Zhuojin Star people.”

As his voice fell, several experts below who were involved in specific scientific research frowned almost imperceptibly.

An alien civilization?

Why did this opening sound like a science fiction story?

But Lin Feng ignored their reactions and continued on his own.

He spoke from the destruction of Zhuojin Star to how the escape ship named "Pioneer" crash-landed on Earth tens of thousands of years ago.

From the terrifying virus capable of destroying all carbon-based life to why gold, a seemingly ordinary metal, could become the only inhibitor.

From the first generation of Maya people, who were modified by the Zhuojin Star people to serve as "continuation vessels," to the super artificial intelligence created to manage this new civilization—the "eye of omniscience"!

He was like the calmest, most objective narrator of a documentary.

No emotion, no embellishment, just using the most straightforward language to reveal that interstellar civilization's tragic song that spanned tens of thousands of years and had been completely buried by Earth's history, word by word.

The entire conference room was deathly silent.

One could hear a pin drop.

Only Lin Feng's eerily steady voice continuously echoed in the empty space.

Below, the expressions on the faces of the academicians and generals, who were used to various grand scenes and had experienced countless storms, were undergoing earth-shattering changes.

From an initial calm tinged with scrutiny, to curiosity, then to shock, and then to solemnity... finally, on those faces that usually commanded respect without even being angry, only one emotion remained—horror!

When Lin Feng mentioned that the Zhuojin Star people had uploaded the individual consciousness of their entire civilization to a quantum server, eventually merging into a unified, supreme digital life—a "God," which was the "eye of omniscience."

“Clack!”

A crisp sound rang out.

The chief designer responsible for aerospace engineering, a national-level scientist known for being rigorous and rigid, dropped his fountain pen straight onto the polished floor.

It was as if the bones had been removed from his body; he leaned forward slightly, staring fixedly at the data stream diagram on the screen, his lips trembling as he muttered in a voice only he could hear:

“Collective consciousness upload... digital deity... this path... so... so someone really has walked it to the end...”

When Lin Feng spoke about how the powerful "eye of omniscience" could no longer maintain contact with the maya civilization due to the decay of its energy core, eventually leading to that brilliant civilization, which was extremely dependent on its "God," rapidly regressing and collapsing within a few hundred years, finally vanishing into the long river of history.

Elder Qin let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with complex emotions—regret and sorrow.

“Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish, and you feed him for a lifetime... Such a great civilization actually made such a low-level 'parenting' mistake... How tragic, how lamentable!”

Finally, Lin Feng's report landed on the realistic problem that everyone was most concerned about.

That mysterious organization stirring up trouble behind the scenes!

“Based on my observations in El Dorado and subsequent inferences,” Lin Feng's tone suddenly turned cold, like it was quenched in ice, “the purpose of this mysterious organization is definitely not as simple as gold or wealth.”

“What they are looking for is the 'eye of omniscience,' or rather, the core technology left behind by the Zhuojin Star civilization!”

“They possess individual soldier technology far beyond the average level of our era, with extremely strong mobility and wide penetration, and...” Lin Feng's gaze, for the first time, actively met those of the military bigwigs.

“They act without any bottom line.”

“The self-destruction of El Dorado only temporarily cut off their tentacles. But I am certain they will never give up. Next time, when they appear again, their target will likely be aimed at other similar super-ancient ruins in the world that we still cannot explain.”

“I propose that we immediately implement the highest level of protection and monitoring for all unsolved mystery sites worldwide that we have marked as A-level or above!”

“We must get ahead of them!”

Lin Feng's words fell heavily into everyone's hearts.

The conference room remained deathly silent.

But this time, the way all the bigwigs looked at him had completely changed.

It was no longer looking at a "key witness" or a "survivor."

What this young man brought was not a bizarre story at all.

What he brought was a blood-colored warning concerning the future direction of human civilization!

And a "legacy" from another cosmic civilization that was so heavy it made everyone breathless!

It was unknown how much time had passed.

With a rustle.

A general with three brilliant golden stars on his shoulders slowly stood up from his seat.

He didn't look at Lin Feng, but scanned the room. His voice wasn't loud, but it was as steady as a mountain.

“Comrade Lin Feng's report and his proposal are of great significance.”

“After the meeting adjourns, a top-level special task force will be established immediately to conduct the highest priority evaluation of all the information mentioned in the report!”

He paused before turning his gaze to Lin Feng.

“By the way, Comrade Lin Feng, for your safety, do not go abroad for the time being. The situation abroad is very chaotic right now; if you go abroad, our reach will be too short to protect you.”

Those words were a suggestion, but the tone was a command.

Lin Feng nodded immediately: “Understood! I also happen to want to take a good rest and go nowhere.”

The general nodded, said not another word, turned around, and led several military bigwigs with equally solemn expressions out of the conference room.

Following that, the academicians and experts also rose one after another, gathering in twos and threes as they walked out quickly, discussing something intensely in very low voices.

The conference room that had been full just a moment ago became empty in less than a minute.

Only Lin Feng, Wang Dalong, and Jiang Wanqing, who hadn't moved, remained.

Wang Dalong let out a long breath, feeling like he had just been pulled out of water.

“Oh my god... it's finally over... Feng-zi, you just... you were freaking incredible just now!”

Lin Feng just stood there, looking in the direction where the bigwigs had left, remaining silent.

He knew this wasn't the end.

On the contrary, everything had only just begun.