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Little angels, long time no see, I miss you so much!
The beginning of this article may not be very popular. I know that many girls do not read interstellar novels. The main plot is interstellar but the setting is not too complicated (the most complicated thing is the wedge). The length is not long. The background of the small world is all Regular background.
Kuaiwen is like a buffet. Everyone can just choose the stories they understand and like.
Without further ado, welcome everyone to watch the Time Travel Live Contest. "The target has been locked, the target has been locked. Number 190919." The mechanical voice appeared on the Long Day Star one word at a time.
At the same time, dozens of kilometers away, a petite figure suddenly disappeared in the sea of people.
In the future interstellar era, the population will explode. Even with the invention of magnetic levitation vehicles and other transportation vehicles, which open up air channels, space on land will still not be abandoned. Invisibly marked roads criss-cross, sometimes rising in the air, or submerged in the water, like many long entrenched dragons.
In addition to the prosperity exposed to the sun, there is also the filth hidden in the darkness.
Opposite the "Long Dragon" underground, there are stinking underground passages, and there are lurking rivers that are as winding and sinister as poisonous snakes. The people who come and go among them are either in rags, or they are secretive and acting furtively.
"The latest batch of 'lambs' has arrived."
The old man in tattered clothes stumbled to a place, rested next to the rusty stairs, drank two sips of wine, and answered the phone drunkenly, "This is not the first time this transaction has been done. How has old Clark ever made any mistakes? The price should go up..."
"People who come out there don't trust other people. Hehe, if I hadn't come from there, I wouldn't dare to do such a thing. If you live there, you're either dead. Those who can come out alive are ferocious beasts. It's extremely scary. It’s not easy for old Clark.”
"Don't worry, they can't go anywhere without ID."
He mumbled and tried to light a cigarette. As he finished the last word, his muscles that had become flabby due to old age suddenly tensed up.
In the dim passage, a little flame from the lighter shone on his neck, and a very thin silver wire approached the throat and cut through the light.
"Lamb?" The girl's faint and innocent voice sounded in the dark, "You went to great lengths to smuggle us from there to this planet, but it turned out to be for trafficking."
Old Clark swallowed, his throat rolling.
At this moment, he had heard the person from the voice, number 190919. The person he was most wary of in this batch was also his treasure. She could sell it at a high price just by herself. If it wasn't for the serious radiation contamination there and her need for treatment, he wouldn't be able to trick her out of there.
"So, the news that you have an ID in your hand is not true?"
"Of course not. Old Clark used his credibility to guarantee that I have an ID in my hand." He wanted to show a flattering smile, but because he did not dare to move too much, his smile was very stiff. "But it only has an ID, and the information is incomplete, which can easily reveal flaws. I I am also thinking about you. Once the government catches you, the consequences will be more serious than smuggling. Even if you have an ID, you will not be able to find a job or make money. If you sell, no, if you do things for my employer, as long as you behave Okay, your treatment fee can be paid for..."
In other words, they have no ID, and if they perform poorly and are cleared, no one will notice.
No matter whether Old Clark is connected to a political figure or a gangster, they will always become pawns in the darkness. This is worse than the treatment there. At least there, they are only treated as cargo numbers, but they still have freedom.
Number 190919: "id."
Apparently he didn't notice any movement, but a trace of blood spilled out from Old Clark's neck. After trembling, he didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements.
He couldn't determine the direction of her voice. Old Clark tremblingly took out the personal terminal that recorded the ID and tentatively lifted it up. He felt a breeze pass through his palm.
Suddenly, Old Clark showed a fierce look in his eyes, summoned all his strength, and grabbed the hand that the other party extended!
But the cold and hard texture was completely different from what I imagined.
A hint of coldness suddenly came up from the tailbone. The metal thing stretched out eight thin legs, like spider's feet, and pierced into the palm of his hand.
"wait… "
"boom!"
There was no chance of surrender. The simple bomb seemed to demand compensation from him, causing the traitor to be shattered into pieces in an instant, with his flesh and blood flying everywhere.
His body suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes widened, a scary "ho" sound came from his throat, and he died suddenly.
When he died, the corners of his mouth were curled up strangely.
She could have killed him in a quieter way, but she chose this method because the people there were most afraid of dying silently in a corner. They didn't exist in the first place. If they don't even have a voice in death, then who knows they have ever lived.
"So you haven't forgotten." In the quiet air, No. 190919 whispered, "But the betrayer is still unforgivable."
In order to survive, they can kill each other, but after leaving there, they are never allowed to betray each other and take refuge in the instigators who abandoned them there.
In the rusty iron stairwell, a small screen suddenly lit up, with gray hair and gray eyes like dark clouds, and blood splattered on the girl's beautiful but calm face, which was bloody and eerie. She was completely unaware, focusing on the new toy on her wrist. It was clearly the personal terminal that Old Clark handed over before his death. She didn't know when she got it.
But the next second, a bright light suddenly appeared in the dark space and hit her face. The halo gradually shrunk, revealing the search robot.
Target locked, Target locked…
This was the stowaway tracking robot that had been chasing her. Number 190919 blinked at its gaze.
One foot away from her, the arm bone of its mechanical arm popped open, and a small anesthesia gun was set up from the inside. Its inorganic eyes locked on her indifferently.
The target has been locked, and preparations for anesthesia——
At the critical moment, she pressed the activation button, and the personal terminal was officially activated.
From the robot's perspective, the red warning and flashing images of people that were originally displayed turned into safe green in a moment, proving that the living being in front of it has legal citizenship. The robot's eyes instantly became confused.
The first column of the character information shows the name of the owner——
Abby.
Cold and mechanical high-rise buildings stand among the criss-crossing flying bridges. The electronic eyes under the eaves of the bridge glow with red light and rapidly probe within a certain range, capturing information sent by humans at all times.
Abe left the area before it locked onto the scan.
She looked a little more embarrassed now than when she was in the underground passage, her face was bloodless, her lips were slightly dry, and the small wounds on the back of her hands were slowly bleeding from the explosion, but she seemed unaware, and her gray eyes were still calm. No waves. The ends of her gray hair of the same color were a little curled, and she smoothed them out.
There seems to be a direction for action, but it is aimless.
Although Old Clark was a betrayer, he was right about what he said, number 190919 - now it's Abby, and it's hard for her to survive on this planet.
The personal terminal is the most basic identity authentication and can only hide from low-end search robots. But once she wants to make money, she must face detailed inspection. She has not received a complete education, knows no one, and does not even have an address. She is very suspicious to any local resident.
And everything here is so different from the garbage star.
The garbage star has scarce resources, backward technology, high crime rate, and serious pollution as a whole. It is an existence abandoned by the interstellar world. They did not enter their names into the government system. They only had IDs created for the convenience of management, which were included in the sequence of all items thrown into the garbage star. The interstellar people once named it the "Dust Star", but those who live there prefer to call it the Junk Star.
The Long Day Star has advanced technology, strong government armed forces, and a clear order. Everything it possesses is beyond Abe's imagination.
So she couldn't use the survival methods she learned from the junk planet here. At the same time, she must improve her information and hide herself among the crowd before the government uses advanced search equipment to find her.
But how can a bunch of flames be hidden in the ocean
Abe stood still under the shadow of the overpass, slightly raising his head and looking at the information that he had no time to examine just now. The skyscrapers in the distance show half of their bodies among the tall buildings, like giants holding the sky, tall and cold. The huge billboard hanging on it is particularly eye-catching, attracting the attention of everyone who can see it.
"Welcome to the Time Travel Live Contest."
Staring at the colorful words on the giant screen, Abe licked the wound on the back of his hand like a stray cat. The neon words reflected in her eyes seemed to add a touch of color to her eyes.