In the early summer of 1985, when I was 19, the weather was mild and my bed was yet to be fitted with a mosquito net. I slept alone in the second room from the west in the front row of my family home, while my parents occupied the room immediately to its west.
Our home comprised five rooms constructed from clay walls, with the entrance centrally located. Each side of the entrance featured rooms with windows, except for the two adjacent to it, which lacked windows. I occupied the westernmost room, which, notably, had no separation from the central hallway.
Remarkably, a vivid dream once corrected my memory, revealing the kitchen was to the north of my room, and that my previous descriptions of the house being built of bricks and stones were inaccurate; it was, in fact, a structure of five clay-walled rooms.
The manner in which I was taken by extraterrestrials involved passing directly through the clay walls, an experience so distinct that the earthy scent left a lasting impression, challenging the possibility of stone walls producing such an aroma. This suggests the existing six-room structure, now of stone and brick, was renovated after 1985 with an additional room added to the east.
My makeshift bed, situated against the southern wall of my room, was simply wooden planks, with newspapers plastered at the junction to prevent clay from the wall from soiling the bed.
The kitchen lay to the north, its stove facing west, and a large water jar positioned to the east of the stove, near a small window.
Lying in bed, with my head to the east and feet towards the west, I was approximately 1.5 meters (5 feet) from my parents' room. It was through this clay wall, not the main gate, that the extraterrestrials and I passed, leaving a memorable scent of earth behind.
The floor throughout was earthen, not paved with concrete, and the door to my parents' room was nearby.
Shortly after lying down, I drifted into a semi-conscious state and sensed something circling above our roof, reigniting a familiar childhood intuition of "they are coming."
Suddenly, the room was bathed in a reddish glow. Startled awake, I stood by my bed to see the walls seeping a glowing liquid that mixed dark red with hints of bluish-green. This liquid slowly formed into humanoid shapes.
These figures appeared composed of numerous, swirling red particles, buzzing and moving frenetically.
Overwhelmed by fear, I trembled uncontrollably, feeling my limbs and throat stiffen, unresponsive to my mind's commands.
Though these mysterious figures remained silent, a clear, male voice seemed to echo in my mind, saying, "Come out with us."
I was acutely aware that this was not a dream; my mind was fully awake and the memory vivid.
As I stood frozen, I suddenly felt an unseen force slam into me, taking control, particularly over my head, which felt as if it were filled with liquid and fine sand, rendering me numb and full.
This enigmatic force seemed to blur my consciousness, slowing my thoughts and impairments, and dulling my senses. My body felt eerily light and unstable as I moved. Gradually, my trembling ceased, and the fear subsided.
I watched as they passed effortlessly through the wall, which appeared to become semi-transparent. Following them, I too passed through the wall. Only outside did I realize my state of undress, wearing just a sweatshirt and underwear, leaving me utterly disheveled.
The earthy scent of the wall left a profound impression on me as I passed through it. Rather than creating an opening, it felt as though every molecule of the wall dispersed evenly through my body, a sensation unlike any other. It was as if countless fine grains of sand were gently rubbing inside me, accompanied by a peculiar sense of refreshment. The process wasn't swift; it moved at the pace of a casual stroll.
Over the following decades, I frequently dreamt of passing through walls. Sometimes I succeeded, and other times I failed. Whenever I didn't make it through, I would remind myself to face the wall without fear or hesitation. There's no need to force it—just walk through calmly, with a clear mind.
Upon nearly exiting the wall, my heel would ache numbly, a sensation that vanished the moment I completed the passage.
Outside, I encountered two individuals, one of whom shone a device on the wall, possibly making it semi-transparent.
These beings, capable of transitioning between liquid and solid states, vibrated subtly. Their appearance conveyed a fleeting, surreal quality, leading me to speculate they were not human but perhaps robots—the speculation that was later validated.
As I emerged through the wall, the night seemed illuminated by some source of light, revealing another person who appeared as tangible as any real person—reminiscent of a little girl from kindergarten.
Approaching her seemed to instill fear; she instinctively stepped back, maintaining a certain distance from me.
Her facial expression was captivating, standing just about a meter tall, with a delicate yet full figure. Her eyes and eyelids were notably large, radiating a bright shine. Her head wasn't particularly large, and her eyebrows were arched in a way that added a touch of exotic beauty. Her chin, nose, and mouth were all small, with her upper lip slightly curling upwards in an 'M' shape. Her waist was incredibly slender, almost as thin as my arm, which seemed disproportionate to her body. Her hair, black with hints of blue-green, resembled shiny black rubber tubes, spiraled and fanning outward.
Her skin was exceptionally smooth, a soft pink-white shade with a slight blue-green tint, possibly a trick of the light, as this hue wasn't always noticeable. Her complexion was finely matte, not glossy.
Overall, she presented a strikingly beautiful and sensual figure, with her limbs and torso perfectly rounded, reminiscent of a modern inflatable doll, suggesting a compact, athletic build.
Who were these enigmatic visitors, and why had they come to my home at night? Fear and curiosity flooded my mind.
Then I suddenly saw a beam of strange, snow-white light shooting down from the sky, dusting the ground with what seemed like thick layers of silver powder. This intense light appeared incredibly dense, stretching and retracting in segments as it moved.
Unlike the usual scattering effect seen with bright lights, where a flashlight's beam creates a visible circle of clarity within its range and a dimmer visibility beyond, this light sharply delineated where it illuminated. There was no scattering; the area it lit was crystal clear, but there was no diffusion into the surrounding space, a stark contrast to conventional bright lights that cast a luminous column in the air.
When this dense beam hit the branches of trees, every detail was visible, yet there was no bright column in the air, echoing descriptions of "cold light" by some UFO witnesses.
I later understood that this "cold light" was accompanied by a low-power artificial field scan, capable of manipulating space to direct the light in sections.
This technology allowed the dust in the air to be excited without interacting with the light, thus preventing the formation of a bright column. However, the artificial field's low power didn't excite the ground or trees into a similar state, allowing for normal reflection on these surfaces.
Following the beam of light upwards, I noticed something enormous in the sky, resembling two conical hats fused together, hovering silently and darkly above the ground, several dozens of meters up, not too far from my home. The underside was obscured, but its rounded perimeter was distinctly visible.
This immense object emitted the bright light from its base, surrounded by a series of small lamps flickering in muted, varying colors.
A UFO! The thought screamed in my mind, recalling images from magazines like "The Journal of UFO Research"[1], which depicted exactly this kind of classic flying saucer.
Shock jolted through me as I realized these mysterious beings might actually be extraterrestrials. What should I do? Run? Scream for help?
Before I could ponder further, my body felt unnaturally light for a moment before quickly returning to normal. In the blink of an eye, my surroundings had drastically changed.
I was standing in a ring-shaped room of exquisite craftsmanship, seemingly forged from continuous metal without any seams or joints. The room glowed with a soft, sourceless light, its walls gleaming with a metallic luster, finely constructed. The furnishings were sparse, embodying simplicity and clarity.
Inside this house, or more accurately, the interior of the UFO, there were no visible doors or windows. In the center stood a large pillar connecting the floor to the ceiling, approximately 3 meters in diameter and 5 to 6 meters in height. Surrounding the base of the pillar was a series of protruding steps, each about 40 centimeters in height and width.
The space around the pillar was circular, designed for occupancy, spanning several dozen meters in diameter.
Though my memory is somewhat vague, I felt as if I and several others were drawn into the UFO from a central point at its bottom, seemingly pulled in by a gravitational force.
Near the curved metallic walls, a three-dimensional holographic image flickered, floating around 70 to 80 centimeters off the ground. This hologram continuously changed, much like a movie, with the ability to adjust its size, creating an incredibly lifelike effect.
If it weren't for the hologram's precisely defined edges, as if cut by a knife, one might easily mistake these projections for real scenes.
Notably, there were no instruments or controls of any kind visible, a stark contrast to the control panels filled with gauges and dials typically seen in Earth's spacecraft and airplanes.
Online, I've read accounts from people who've had encounters with aliens and entered their spacecraft, often describing interiors filled with numerous instruments and panels. However, what I observed differed significantly, and my recollection of this is vivid.
I later came to understand that all their instruments and controls were integrated within this three-dimensional hologram, through which they operated the spaceship.
I saw four expressionless figures, their bodies slightly trembling, which led me to believe they were robots. Two of them approached me and promptly removed my sweatshirt and shorts. From that moment on, during my stay on their planet, I was left without any clothes, until I returned home.
Looking down, I noticed a slowly drifting white mist around my waist, which somewhat eased my embarrassment. Touching my lower body confirmed the undeniable feeling of being naked.
I suspected these enigmatic beings were indeed aliens, and the spherical house was the same flying saucer I had observed in the sky near my home. Despite appearing modest in size from the outside, the interior of the spacecraft felt surprisingly spacious.
I pondered whether I was invited or, more accurately, abducted, fearing I might never return home. This thought tightened my chest with anxiety and fear.
My suspicions were soon confirmed when the four robots entered, followed by three genuine aliens with discernible expressions, clearly one female and two males. The female bore an uncanny resemblance to the one I had seen outside my home, making me believe they were the same individual.
Seeing this female, and conscious of my state of undress, I instinctively, frantically looked down at myself, finding some comfort in the white mist still encircling my waist.
Inside the spacecraft, where the light was stronger, I could see her more clearly. She wore a form-fitting jumpsuit that seemed to merge with her skin. She appeared to lack bones, with a voluptuously streamlined figure, smooth and flowing like a dolphin's body.
From the rear, her hips were notably wide, while from the front, a mysterious, plump bulge was visible between her legs, its nature unclear to me. Unlike human women, whose legs typically remain close together, hers were separated by about 8-9 centimeters (approximately 3.5 inches), a distinct difference.
All three individuals were similarly tall, with no discernible height differences to the naked eye, each dressed in form-fitting jumpsuits.
They stood in line, among them a male with features echoing those of the female: large eyes, substantial eyelids, a petite mouth, nose, and chin, along with sizable yet thin ears. Their skin was a gentle, finely textured pink-white, with the male presenting a more masculine version that lacked the inflated, rubbery fullness seen in the female's complexion. He was without the female's notable groin bulge, and his hips were less pronounced.
His hair resembled a sleek, black rubber sheet perfectly molded to his head.
In contrast to humans, these beings were short and slender, reminiscent of kindergarten-aged children or figures from animated cartoons.
Their appearance was exquisitely delicate, akin to intricately crafted dolls or rubber figures, with their facial features gently contoured and their skin flawlessly smooth and uniformly colored, devoid of any imperfections or markings.
The man came towards me, pressing his right hand against his chest, perhaps as their version of a greeting, akin to our handshake on Earth, and uttered a sentence. His voice was soft, his speech not articulated clearly in individual words or phrases but rather muffled, similar to a dreamy mumble or a baby's babble, as if he needed to breathe to speak. Nonetheless, his voice was gentle and youthful, like that of a child.
I later understood that their bodies could instantly internalize blood oxygen from the outside, negating the need for pulmonary oxygenation, which led to the degeneration of their vocal and respiratory functions. However, they were able to communicate unhindered through their artificial field scanning and frequency interception technology, which I will clarify further on.
Using their lungs to speak was merely a formality for greeting. It was just to signify the beginning of a conversation, with the rest of the communication being handled by their artificial field scanning and frequency interception system. Essentially, they outsourced their speaking and breathing functions.
Although I couldn't comprehend their language, a clear male voice immediately came through to my ears, the specifics of which I have now forgotten, but I remember it went something like, "My name is Norton (or similar). I'm a biologist, responsible for this trip... We are all terrestrial beings, welcome to visit the Guoker Planet..."
They frequently referred to their planet as Guoker, though the pronunciation seemed to vary, sometimes sounding like Guokar or Gooker. When I inquired about the name and location of their planet in the universe, they declined to tell me.
I thought to myself, "It was you who brought me here against my will; I never asked to visit your spaceship." But I kept my thoughts to myself, simply responding with a noncommittal "hmm."
After biologist Norton finished speaking and stepped back, another male, who looked similar but carried a more relaxed and slightly amused expression, stepped forward. He placed his right hand on his chest and introduced himself in a clear male voice that immediately filled my ears, "My name is Suldair," though I would later hear him called various names, indicating a significant variance in pronunciation. "I'm a physicist. Welcome to our planet for a tour."
Then, a female took a step forward, mimicked the gesture by placing her right hand on her chest, and spoke. A sweet, gentle female voice followed: "My name is Willie. Welcome to our planet for a tour." I would often hear them elongate the "Li" in her name when they referred to her.
Her voice was soft and childlike, distinctly feminine, allowing for an evident distinction between male and female voices. I noticed that the differences between the voices of their females were minimal; they almost all sounded the same, making it difficult to distinguish them by voice alone. The males exhibited more variety in their voices, though not as much as humans on Earth.
This seemed to be their way of welcoming me, making me think they were a highly civilized alien race, unlikely to harm or brutally dissect me, which somewhat eased my nerves.
Biologist Norton made a gesture, and a three-dimensional hologram appeared next to him. He pointed at it and continued speaking. Although I couldn't understand his words, it felt as if a translator was converting his speech into a clear voice in my ears, sometimes feeling more like a direct transmission of thought: "You have been a subject of our long-term observation. Since you were a child, you've been brought aboard our ship multiple times. Your name is Zhang Xiangqian, isn't it? According to your customs, people should call you Brother Qian, right?"
"Some have called me that, but most call me Ah' Qian," I thought, puzzled about how they knew my name. Suddenly, I wondered: could they have learned it from my school teacher?
"Ah' Qian? We'll continue to call you Brother Qian. We invited you here to participate in two very important experiments, hoping to gather valuable data," they said.
"What kind of experiments?" I asked, curious.
"We wish to study your brain, hoping to find the information we need," Norton replied.
"Ah! Are you going to cut my brain open?" I blurted out, anxiety creeping back.
"Ho ho ho!" Physicist Suldair laughed heartily, his laugh indistinguishable from that of an Earth human, his upper body shaking with the rhythm of his laughter. "Only you naive Earthlings would do such a thing," he said.
His laughter made me think, "He acts just like one of us. Could they merely be dwarfs from somewhere on Earth, disguised in tight, transparent rubber suits to deceive me, planning to take me somewhere for their own secretive purposes?"
But what about me could possibly interest them?
However, the thought of Willie's slender waist made me wonder. How could any human have such a thin waist? How could any human create three-dimensional holograms? My despair returned. In truth, I was terrified of actually leaving Earth, fearing I might never return home, never see my family again, clinging to the slim hope that I was still on Earth.
"No, you won't be harmed," Norton assured me, "We will use our artificial field scanning technology to study your brain. This field, an intangible substance of the universe, will not affect your brain in any way, no matter how deep it penetrates."
With so many people on Earth, I wondered, "Is there something special about my brain? Why choose me?" Although I kept these questions to myself, it seemed Norton could read my thoughts.
"As a child, while herding geese in the field, you encountered a species with an advanced civilization, far more developed in culture and technology than us. If civilizations were measured in time, ours would be tens of thousands of years old, Earth's would be in the thousands, and these advanced beings would be in the millions, even billions. Their level of civilization and technological advancement is almost unimaginable to us. They might not be wary of technologically backward Earthlings like you, but they are cautious of us, making it difficult for us to approach and understand them directly."
"In the cosmos, there are species with particularly advanced civilizations, and it's possible that the consciousness of one of these individuals has infiltrated your brain. You now possess part of the memories of one such highly advanced alien. We intend to scan and record these memories. We are very curious about their perspectives on the universe, especially those that differ from ours. Of course, this is just our hope, and we might not get anything, but I hope we can obtain what we're looking for."
I immediately recalled an experience from when I was about seven or eight years old, alone, herding geese on a sandy patch.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked Norton.
"We'll use artificial field scanning technology to scan your brain in a remote, non-contact manner. All you need to do is listen to us, comply with our arrangements, and cooperate with our experiment. There's nothing you need to do," Norton said.
"We'll take you to visit many places on our planet. You'll have many wonderful experiences, and gain knowledge not found on your planet, enriching your life. When you return to your planet, these experiences will change your fate. You'll become a celebrity, a wealthy individual on your planet.
You'll be a key figure in changing the destiny of your planet, and in the future, many will admire you... until the day your planet's people disappear from the universe, countless individuals will remember your name. Because on your Earth, you will be the first person to know the secret of time.
In the universe, there are many highly developed civilizations. The first person on any planet who understands the essence of time is considered the true king among scientists, worshipped as a deity until the day their civilization disappears from their planet.
Why is this the case? Because the essence of time is the universe's most central secret. Deciphering the essence of time is of unparalleled importance, capable of causing drastic changes on an entire planet, unmatched by any scientific discovery...
We will soon tell you the essence of time. Although you're only receiving this secret from us, not through your own independent thinking, it doesn't prevent you from unquestionably becoming the first person on Earth to truly know the secret of time. The people of your Earth may not care how you came to know this secret, and in the future, you might just be considered a god-like existence by chance."
The biologist told me how I would prosper in the future, but I couldn't be happy about it. At that time, my only dream was to marry a beautiful, gentle woman with a delicate figure, and build a large house with a big courtyard in my hometown. As for the secrets of the universe, the fate of nations, and the people of Earth, those matters were completely unrelated to me. I had never thought about them.
Hearing about the brain scan, I became nervous again. They seemed to immediately guess my concerns.
"There won't be any problems. Our technology is absolutely safe!" Suldair approached me, his expression slightly mysterious, and said, "During your short trip to our planet, we'll also arrange a beautiful girlfriend for you!"
The physicist spoke, glancing briefly at Willie, who tossed her head in a seemingly proud and disdainful manner.
"This time, we've invited you for another experiment," Norton continued.
"We're going to ask you to perform various sexual experiments with different women on our planet, and at the same time record your brain awareness, sensations, movement, and physical information from other parts of your body.
We will translate this information into numbers, which are of great importance to us and a source of great wealth for us. When sexual activity is translated into numbers, it can be used as an exchangeable commodity, which you earthlings may not understand.
When you were a child, we took you to our spaceship many times, but we did not arrange for you to come to our planet because at that time, your body was not yet mature and your sexual consciousness was not formed. At your current age, you are at your most physically and sexually powerful stage."
"The planet we are on is more than one, it is technically a star system, there are many planets around the main planet, just like the solar system your Earth is in, there are many planets and moons," Suldair interjected.
"Our people live on dozens of planets in the vicinity of our main planet, and on different planets, there are many different kinds of women, with a wide variety of external body shapes, the strangeness of which you may not be able to imagine, but which you will encounter later on.
Of course, we will try our best to select some people who are close to the size of your women on Earth to have sex with you. If the external shape of the body is so different, I suspect that you will not be sexually aroused by their bodies.
For example, a male on your Earth might be sexually aroused by a sow or a cow, because the body of the sow or cow is more or less similar to that of your Earthling, and has some similar sexual organs, whereas if you were dealing with a prawn or an insect, you wouldn't be sexually aroused at all."
Sudair's words made me a little worried, is it forcing me to have sex with those sows, cows, and other animals, and such a beautiful girl like Weili to have sex, that would be so cool ah! Maybe these guys are just perverts, they won't be able to do what I want easily.
At this time, the two people whose bodies were slightly shaking, probably robots, came to me, one with a three-dimensional virtual picture of my house above his hand, and the other with a three-dimensional picture of a bottle with a corpse of an earthling in it.
One of the robots said to me, "From now until the end, if you listen well, stay quiet, and fully comply with our arrangements, we will return you home unharmed." After saying this, the robot showed me a three-dimensional hologram of my house.
Another robot spoke, "If you disobey, resist, or fail to follow our arrangements, this will be your fate."
This robot then showed me a hologram of a human body being preserved in a bottle of liquid, which sent chills down my spine and made my heart race, instantly making me anxious again. Any good impression I had of them collapsed in an instant; they might be malevolent, and my chances might be slim.
I was extremely uneasy and overwhelmed with fear for a while, but then tried to comfort myself. They captured me for two experiments: to scan my brain without physical contact, which shouldn't harm me, right?
They wanted sexual data, meaning I was to engage in sexual activities with different types of women from their planet. It couldn't be that bad, could it? Besides, I'm currently single and lacking sexual experience, quite eager actually.
"Where in the universe is your planet located? Is it in the Milky Way? How far is it from Earth?"
"We don't usually answer such questions," was their response.
"How long will I stay on your planet?"
"By Earth's measure of time, about a month."
"That's a long time. My family will worry."
"No, they won't. The way time passes for us is different. The time you spend touring our planet plus the journey here and back won't exceed a single Earth night. We'll return you before dawn, and no one, including your family, will realize you've been to our planet."
I was skeptical of Norton's words, "Do you have such capabilities? Can you reverse time?"
"We can't reverse time. Reversing time would mean changing the speed at which time passes, and it seems like changing the speed could achieve the effect of reversing time.
However, the speed of time is a relative concept. In different parts of the universe, on different planets, time may pass at different speeds. It only makes sense to compare the passage of time in two different places; talking about the speed of time passing in the same place is meaningless. For example, the concept of size only makes sense when comparing different objects; comparing the size of the same object is meaningless.
"We use artificial field scanning technology to irradiate a specific area of space, filling it with an energy field to change the speed at which time passes. This technology can make time in one area pass slower than in another. This concept is known on our planet as the potential difference of time.
Conversely, we can make time in one area pass faster than in another. The concept of time moving faster or slower doesn't apply to the same location; reversing time is impossible because it would require events to happen backward at the same spatial location and point. As I said, comparing the passage of time at the same location is meaningless."
Norton explained patiently, but my mind was numb, and I couldn't understand.
"We can now create some phenomena of time reversal in a localized spatial area, but we can only make a certain event rapidly revert to its previous state and start over. We can't achieve complete, pure, step-by-step phenomena of time reversal," added the physicist Suldair, which only confused me more.
"Any other questions?" Norton asked, looking into my eyes, as my ears caught his words.
"If there are no more questions, we'll now begin our journey back."
Norton waved his hand in the air, and suddenly, a white, delicate, square-shaped mist appeared. This mist then formed a three-dimensional hologram flashing with text I didn't recognize, as Norton operated it with his fingers.
A clear, standard, sweet female voice came through my ears, continuously speaking. Suddenly, I felt lighter, guessing we were already on our way to their planet.
[1] Typesetter's note: "The Journal of UFO Research" is the only popular science magazine in China that focuses on UFOs. The magazine was founded on February 25, 1981 by the former Gansu People's Publishing House (now Readers Publishing Group), and has played a great role in promoting flying saucer research in China.