Sam Lane's Investigation
Ston Town, Nevada.
A camouflaged helicopter, clearly a military one, churned up the air as it landed here.
Just like the day two years ago when a meteor fell and almost caused a wildfire, it shattered the tranquility of this ordinary little town.
Sam Lane stepped out of the helicopter. The roar of the rotors stirred up dust and sand, which drifted far away. When the rotors stopped spinning, the dust and sand flowed slowly and quietly.
It was a day of blazing sunshine, with the sun high in the sky.
He stepped out of the helicopter, his eyes stinging slightly from the glare of the sunlight. He squinted and looked into the distance.
The sun shone down, and the towering giant sequoia trees in the distance were tall and thick, forming a natural scenic line and barrier, resisting strong winds and sandstorms, and protecting this small town.
The town was caught off guard by their sudden arrival, and some naughty children had already run to report it to the town's police station and the town's mayor.
More people gradually gathered around, watching the spectacle. It was strange that military personnel would be arriving in the Ston Town's.
"Lieutenant General, this is from two years ago, General Vick on a rather unusual mission, suddenly coming here to help the town fight off wildfires."
"That's what the adjutant reported."
Ignoring the crowd watching from a distance, Sam Lane strode into the town, saying as he walked, "Putting out fires? That's not his job."
"Yes, a meteorite fell into the Sequoia Forest here two years ago, almost causing a wildfire. Fortunately, General Vick was passing by and arrived in time."
"But what's strange is that General Vick and his troops were nearly four hours away from here, yet they arrived at almost the same time, put out the wildfire, and then led their troops away, as if they had deliberately come here and then left."
The adjutant continued his report, raising some puzzling points.
Sam Lane raised an eyebrow; the meteorite and General Vick unexpectedly reminded him of many things.
Could it be that General Vick knew that what fell here was not a meteorite, but something else, which is why he led his troops here?
What did he gain? This brings to mind the Biological Warrior created by General Vick, Ba Miu Luo Di.
Sam Lane believes it is highly likely that General Vick obtained extraterrestrial biotechnology.
These things also exist in Area 51, but they are rare, damaged, and few in number.
If that's the case, then it's actually quite plausible.
Sam Lane consciously connected everything in his mind, making guesses and associations.
If that's the case, then finding evidence of the alien biotechnology General Vick obtained would be enough to bring General Vick down.
Hiding extraterrestrial biotechnology without authorization is no small crime.
Thinking of this, Sam Lane felt a surge of excitement and confidence in bringing down General Vick.
Sam Lane led a group of soldiers into the Ston Town.
"Hehe... haha... I won the Pulitzer Prize!"
"Hehe... haha... I won the Pulitzer Prize!"
"Hehe... haha... I won the Pulitzer Prize!"
A disheveled young man, covered in mud, with some of the mud dried and stuck to his body and face.
He excitedly ran past Sam Lane, clutching the ' Pulitzer Prize 'Pulitzer Prize he had made from mud.
They left a trail of muddy footprints, splashing mud and dust everywhere.
Sam Lane paused briefly, letting the mad youth run ahead, before leading the group onward.
The onlookers behind them started discussing amongst themselves.
"Mike, really... It's already noon, and he hasn't eaten yet and he's running around acting crazy again?"
"Luckily, no one was hit."
"I wonder what the officer is doing in this small town?"
The people discussed it for a while, then dispersed. This small town was so ordinary that nothing much could happen.
The biggest thing was that Mike would often carry the Pulitzer Prize around, showing it off everywhere.
Speaking of Mike, several women sighed, "What a good boy! He went mad not long after he became a reporter."
It's true what they say: the weather is unpredictable, and people can go crazy any day now!
Sam Lane quickly found the town's mayor.
The town mayor, a burly man in his fifties with a thick black beard, did not object to the soldiers' request to see records of the wildfires from two years ago after checking and confirming that they were military personnel.
It records unusual meteorite falls and ordinary wildfires, nothing special.
"Is there anything special about this wildfire?" the burly town mayor asked, still remembering the army coming to help put out the fire.
Sam Lane pondered for a moment, reading through the wildfire records for quite some time before asking, "Have you found even one of the meteorites that caused the wildfire?"
"No, they were all transported away by the army," the burly town mayor said.
No...
Sam Lane's eyes were thoughtful.
He then asked the burly town mayor to take him to the site where the meteorite fell.
The burly town mayor did not object and led the group of soldiers directly into the Sequoia Forest.
They were all strong and powerful men, and they didn't have to struggle as much as Mike had, getting injured and scraped on his hands and feet, to climb up the hill.
The area is now overgrown with vegetation, and the crater where the Ba Di spaceship crashed is even covered by weeds and shrubs, making it difficult to discern anything.
The group of soldiers tried their best to deduce the situation and circumstances at the time, but to no avail.
Sam Lane looked up at the giant sequoia trees and noticed something unusual.
The trunk of the tall and sturdy giant sequoia had a deep dent rubbed off, and although the tree had worked hard to grow over the past two years and was trying to cover the gap with bark and grow a burr, it still looked very jarring.
It's easy to imagine the immense impact the 'meteorite' must have had as it grazed this giant sequoia tree.
Then, based on the mechanics and directional measurements of the professionals they brought, they found the pit that was overgrown with shrubs and weeds.
The group consisted of soldiers who climbed up the giant cedar, cut down a pile of wood from the gap, and collected it. Others dug up a lot of soil from the pit and put it in plastic bags.
These are all for measuring radiation, and we might be able to measure something.
It's important to know that the reaction of metals is very different from the reaction of rocks like meteorites.
The burly town mayor just looked at them strangely, not understanding what was going on.
However, this was none of his business, and he paid no attention to it. In just over an hour, the group of soldiers had already dug up enough mud and chopped enough wood chips.
They retraced their steps and emerged from the Sequoia Forest.
When I returned to the Ston Town, I unexpectedly saw that crazy young man, Mike, again, holding his Pulitzer Prize and laughing and shouting as he passed by.
The burly town mayor looked sad and sighed, "Alas, such a promising young man, ruined just like that."
After sighing, the burly mayor remembered that the soldier beside him seemed to be investigating the meteorite landing, so he continued, "Mike was trying to film Pulitzer Prize -winning story when the meteorite landed, but he fell down a hillside in the woods while chasing it and damaged his brain. Sigh, ever since then, he's been so happy thinking he's won the Pulitzer Prize that he's been running around town covered in mud."
Sam Lane's heart skipped a beat. "Did he film anything?"
The burly town mayor was taken aback. "I don't know about that."
Sam Lane immediately ordered his soldiers to capture Mike, who was covered in mud.
When they brought him to him, Mike was still furious, believing that the soldiers were trying to steal his Pulitzer Prize, and he kept struggling.
"Did you get any footage?" Sam Lane asked expectantly.
Mike had seen soldiers before he went mad, so he had a vague impression of people in military uniforms in his mind.
This impression is not good.
He angrily spat in Sam Lane's face, roaring, "It's my Pulitzer Prize! It's my Pulitzer Prize! It's my Pulitzer Prize!"
In his frantic struggle, Mike kicked again, nearly hitting Sam Lane in the groin.
It startled Sam Lane.
He wiped the foul-smelling saliva from his face, his expression twitching. "Reporters... are really annoying."
Even if they're crazy, they're still just as annoying.
As Mike struggled, clumps of dry mud cracked open on his body, revealing a small camera swinging back and forth on his back.
It was stuck to his body behind the dry mud, unnoticed at first, but now, due to the violent movement, the mud cracked and fell off, causing the camera hanging around his neck to swing and become visible.
Sam Lane paused in his act of wiping saliva off his face, then suddenly reached out and ripped Mike's camera off. Excitedly, he wiped the dirt off the camera, revealing a Pentax K1000.
He asked with barely suppressed excitement, "You used this camera to photograph a 'meteorite,' didn't you!"
Upon seeing his camera, Mike became even more agitated, his grimy face contorted with rage as he roared, "My Pulitzer Prize!! My Pulitzer Prize! My Pulitzer Prize!!!"
The burly mayor also rushed over to comfort Mike. He had watched Mike grow up, and seeing Mike like this, he felt a deep sense of regret and discomfort.
Sam Lane was so excited that his face was trembling, and he was holding the camera with his hands trembling. He never expected to get it so easily.
This madman must have filmed something, and as for why he's acting like a lunatic, Sam Lane could even imagine that he was probably driven mad by someone.
Of course, everything is captured by the camera.
Then, when he opened the back of the camera to take out the film, he froze.
There was no film.
"Where did the film go?" Sam Lane asked, startled, before Mike broke free of the soldier and snatched the camera back from his hand.
Mike clutched the camera tightly, asserting his ownership. "It's my Pulitzer Prize! It's my Pulitzer Prize! It's my Pulitzer Prize!"
Sam Lane looked at Mike, his initial excitement subsiding as he calmed down.
I was too hasty.
Mike is so obsessed that he's practically insane. How could he possibly have any film? Even if he did, General Vick would have taken it long ago.
He took a deep breath to confirm that General Vick had indeed obtained something from the 'meteorite'.
Some extraterrestrial biotechnology, and perhaps even the corpses of extraterrestrial beings.
They created the Biological Warrior, Ba Miu Luo Di.
Now, however, he has gone berserk.
Sam Lane gave a faint, cold laugh. General Vick's days were indeed numbered.
He never expected this.
Ba Di is not Biological Warrior created by General Vick, but an alien.