“Rick, this academic exchange meeting is really exciting,” Martin and Rick sat in the institute’s coffee shop, holding up her cup and laughing, “and that’s why I like Houston, because there’s coffee like Tampa.”

Compared with coffee, Rick actually prefers tea, the bitterness of coffee is heartening, the astringent tea is also evocative, and coffee is different, tea in addition to strong alcohol and also with aroma.In Houston, Rick can't drink tea from his hometown, and coffee is good, but he can't solve his nostalgia.

“What’s wrong with you, what’s the matter?”Martin noticed that Rick's interest was not high, and asked with some concern.

"This meeting is the first world academic exchange conference after the disaster, and there will be more than a dozen countries in Houston, and so many people from so many countries are coming, I am a little worried," Rick said, frowned. "Our security situation here is no problem to deal with the zombies, but to deal with all kinds of latent competitors, I am afraid that there will be no hard work."

“I understand your mood, Rick,” Martin agreed, “but this is our home ground, and the situation can’t go anywhere worse, as long as you are prepared to deal with the emergency in advance, I believe the Houston Institute and the country’s research will be safe.”

“I hope so,” Rick nodded, “this academic exchange is said to be related to aliens, and I’m curious as to why, at a time when countries are doing everything in their power to attack zombie viruses, there will be sudden and renewed interest in other life in the universe.”

“The zombie virus is not a living thing on Earth, is it?”Martin smiled, "Maybe they come from outer space that humans don't know about, but who knows."

Martin said, “Are you interested in this?”

“Of course,” Rick said, “the emergence of the virus has almost destroyed the whole world, and its destructive power to humanity can even match the nuclear war that everyone imagined.”

“You know, my wife and daughter are still missing, I’m afraid...” Rick’s face suddenly appeared with sadness, and he turned his eyes to the landing window next to him, and let the distant sunset help him to hide the emotion in his eyes.

“Don’t be sad, Rick,” Martin said to his relief, “that both his wife and children are an integral part of life, and I have never had these elements of life compared to you.”I don't know what it's like to lose them, but now I can feel your sadness in my heart."

"Life is beautiful because of regret, but this beauty does not come from regret, but because regret is completed, so beautiful."Martin thought about it and continued, “The day Tampa was destroyed, I thought the world was over, it was a place where I had paid for my youth, and I stayed at the institute for more than a decade.Later, Mario taught me that people should know how to properly pull themselves out of their addictions and see the beautiful scenery around them.And do not be pessimistic, mankind has experienced countless disasters in the long river of history, and has come step by step to today's height."

“As long as we don’t give up, the result will always be better than the worst, right?”

“You’re right,” Rick nodded.

Could a virus have come from outer space?He brings the topic back to his interests.

“Not sure yet, but the odds are high,” Martin thought, wondering if he could tell Rick what he could do next.

“Is it confidential?”

"Not for you," said the emotional part of Martin's heart, which prevailed at the moment, "and I am sure you will be able to keep your word."

“Want to hear,” Rick said, taking the coffee and motioning to Martin.

“Have you heard of Area 51?”Martin asked.

“A little understanding.”

“There was a UFO crash in Roswell, New Mexico, in 1947, when the military claimed to be an experimental high-altitude surveillance balloon crash.”

“Is it really a flying saucer?”Rick was surprised.

“Yes,” Martin nodded, “not only are the bodies of alien creatures in the wreckage of the scene, but the military has captured one of the surviving ones.”Later, the wreckage of the flying saucer was taken for study, and the bodies of the alien creatures were also studied by special scientific research institutions for anatomical study.”

“Oh my God!”If it hadn’t come from Martin, Rick would never have believed it.

"There were not just one UFO that crashed in the Roswell incident, but three."Martin continued, “As far as I know, there are no less than 130,000 declassified files by the State on this incident.”

“It’s unbelievable,” Rick asked, holding back the shock, “where did the UFOs and aliens go?”

Instead of answering Rick's questions positively, Martin told him another matter: “On 14 September 2007, the amateur writer Lawrence Spencer received a parcel mailed by Mrs. Mark Eli, who had been sent to Spencer with the parcel, and a letter was sent to Spencer on the postmark showing that the parcel was sent to Navin, Ireland, on 3 September 2007”.

"Lawrence Spencer, Mark Elroy," Rick whispered the two names, without any impression, "they are related to the Roswell incident?"

“There’s a book that you don’t know you haven’t seen,” says Martin, “The Oz Factors,” which was written by Lawrence Spencer, who reportedly searched for clues about Mark Aylroy and was convinced that Mark A Roy had been exposed to aliens in Area 51 or the Ruswell UFO crash site.”

“That’s him!”Rick finally remembered that he had read the book, but only as an anecdote, because at that time, rumors of UFOs and alien civilizations proliferate.

“It is indicated that Lawrence Spencer, while secretly investigating Ms. Mark Ai Roy, found the suspect telephone number by reasoning and some more unexpected instructions.”Martin said, and took another sip of coffee.

“Have they been in contact with each other?”Rick asked.

"Of course," Martin nodded, "Lawrence Spencer made the call that year and had an exchange with Ms. Mark Allyroy, and of course that was the only exchange between them.Spencer contacted Mark Ayry to supplement the contents of the new book by talking to her, but Mark Alley did not provide any more valuable information except to mention that he had served in the New Mexico military camp in 1947.”

“Lawrence Spencer’s new book was published in 1999, and he sent a copy of his own to Mark Elroy to show his gratitude at the time that the woman was living in Glasgow, Montana.”Martin said of this, "Lawrence Spencer, after receiving Mrs. Mark Elroy's package in 2007, tried to contact her at the address of the fallback, that is, the County of Mess, Ireland, but only the reply of the landlady of the residence, and there was no other response.In the letter, the landlord mentioned that two elderly couples had recently died and were buried in the local cemetery after cremation.”

“Lawrence Spencer again asked the landlady about the names of the two elderly couple who had passed away, and told him that the name on the tombstone was Bauer, not Mark Ayry.”

“The fake name?”Rick stood still.

“Very likely, because in the letter Mrs. Mark A Roy had referred to Spencer about the change of identity when she left Roswell.”Martin nodded his head.

Rick understands the practice of changing his identity, and if someone has gone through this process in reality, he must have been involved in things that are not known to the outside world.

“What’s in the package Lawrence Spencer,” Rick asked.

“It has been said that Lawrence Spencer, who has been frequently ‘disturbing’ by the investigators, has burned all the data, but I recently learned that what was in the package was already in the hands of the state, and that this academic exchange was based on what was in the package.”Martin's words made Rick's eyes look heavy, and he immediately realized that the elites of the world gathered in Houston not only to observe the power of the United States after the disaster, but there is indeed something deeper waiting for everyone to discuss.

"Lawrence Spencer left a word to the reader at the end of his work - only what you think is true is true."Martin said, “I’ve read his book again these days.”

“Will the things in the package be displayed at this academic exchange conference?”Rick wasn’t interested in Lawrence Spencer’s book, and the only thing that attracted him now was the package that fell into the hands of the United States.

"Probably, or probably not," Martin sighed, "you know, the ideas of the upper men are never in the same line as us, they pay attention to the place that has nothing to do with ordinary people, I used to hate politics, but I have to commit to it, I am helpless and confused."

“It feels like you’re trapped in an invisible web, invisible, but you can feel it all the time.”Martin thought of the previous encounter with the mysterious man on his trip to the Everglades, "that mysterious man, if not because of the country's position, I actually admire and admire him."I was moved to help you with him, but in the end reason prevailed.”

“Is it?”Rick laughed at Martin's words, "People can't help themselves."

“What do you mean?”Martin asked.

“It means that in a special environment you have to do something you don’t want to do.”