Five years later.
New Ephemeris 275 years, the eighth galaxy, Beijing β star.
"Beijing β" is the name of a planet in a bad street. Each galaxy has a dozen series of "Beijing Star", "London Star" or "Zimbabwe Star", just like in the ancient earth era, many cities in China have "Beijing Road" and "Nanjing Road" "Same.
Perhaps because of this name, Beijing β star has an oriental temperament, and many residents have more or less ancient Chinese blood. Of course, in the ghost place of the Eighth Galaxy, even if they bring the blood of ancient dragons, don't think about it. What a decent day.
It is said that among the top ten daily headlines of mainstream media in other galaxies, there must be one lamenting that the people of the eighth galaxy are living in dire straits.
They even gave it a nickname, "Desert".
The alliance has a total of eight galaxies. The first galaxy where the capital star Votto is located is of course the spire of the pyramid. The further back and farther away from Votto, the development lags behind. By the eighth galaxy, Ji is already a pyramid. The sewer is gone.
There are natural and historical reasons why the Eighth Galaxy has become a "desert". Lack of resources and inconvenient transportation are one aspect, and more of them are problems left over from history. This matter has to be discussed from the beginning, that is, the child has no mother, and it is a long story—
In the old ephemeris era more than 200 years ago, the alliance and the interstellar pirate group were having a lively fight—the members of the interstellar pirate group were also descendants of the ancient earth people, not the tennis-eyed et, and they didn’t call them “” at first. "Interstellar Pirates" is a bad name for the villain, and there is more than one faction. After the Alliance government controlled most of the galaxy regimes, in order to save trouble, all anti-government organizations that refused to recognize the alliance were collectively referred to as "Interstellar Pirates".
The eighth galaxy is "isolated", and compared to the other seven galaxies that are grouped together, it is like a miserable island. In order to fight against the powerful alliance that year, a small group of anti-government forces were forced to form an alliance, with the Eighth Galaxy as a stronghold, facing each other from afar. At the beginning of the new star calendar, the eighth galaxy was occupied by the interstellar pirate group for a hundred years. It was not until the 136th year of the new star calendar that it was recovered by the general Lu Xin, who was the general of the alliance at that time, and the channel with the other seven galaxies was re-established.
For a hundred years, the alliance has developed at the speed of light under the two searchlights of the light of science and the light of humanity. The eighth galaxy has been displaced by the constant conflict and civil strife of the pirates "you sing and I will appear", and the two ends of the waterway gradually opened. It is an irreparable gap, and the gap between the two sides is as large as that of contemporary Homo sapiens and ancient chimpanzees.
After General Lu Xin regained the lost territory, the Alliance once sent people to the Eighth Galaxy to investigate and found that this ghost place was worthless and worthless, so a "democratic autonomous" government was established in the Eighth Galaxy—that is, the chimpanzees were released to life. Naturally, it means letting them play their own way.
When the alliance has important occasions that require the representatives of the chief executives of the major galaxies to attend, the chief executives of the other seven galaxies have their own nameplates, but the representative of the eighth galaxy does not have a name, and the nameplate simply prints "the eighth galaxy" . It's not that the alliance is discriminating against regions, it's really because these gorillas are prone to infighting. The chief executive and his government base are all one-offs, and the representatives are replaced every day. In exchange, everyone doesn't know who is who, so they have to use "race name" instead. .
Anyone who has a solution will try their best to immigrate, and the rest are all poor creatures abandoned in the desert by the times.
In the eighth galaxy, the Beijing β star is quite decent. This is the most populous planet. Although it is also chaotic and depressed, there are still some lingering industrial and interstellar shipping routes in operation, allowing people to live.
As night fell, a slow-moving bus pulled drowsy passengers along the road on the Beta Star in Beijing. On the painted body, the words "Xinghe Transportation" are so mottled that only "Rikoyun Car" is left. The artificial intelligence of driving may be an "artificial mental retardation", and the damage rate has reached more than 95%. At present, only the "super safe mode" can be used. When driving at night, the horn must be honked every five minutes. .
None of the windows on either side were intact—they were all smashed by residents along the way who had been awakened by the honking of night trains.
The car was airy, dusty, and unmaintained. Because the "Xinghe Transportation" company has been closed for two hundred years, now there is only such a set of urban bus system that can't stop, running half-dead automatically every day.
At this time, it was a severe local winter. Due to the law of planetary revolution, the winter of Beijing β star is very long. According to the unified new ephemeris, it will last for three years. However, the city's constant temperature heating system has been shut down due to lack of money. The frigid wind invaded the unsuspecting human city-state, passing through the windows of the car, and the poor passengers of the car were wrapped tightly in their disgraceful coats, like a nest of quails with their heads buried under their wings.
Most of the people who use this kind of free bus are the poor among the poor, and there are many homeless people, all of them are so dirty that they can't tell whether they are men, women or children. Fortunately, the compartment was not sealed, otherwise the smell of these passengers could make up a biochemical gas bomb.
In the corner of the last row of the "Riko Cloud Car", there is a drunk girl, her face is so smudged that she can't tell her age, she is not afraid of the cold, she wears an open jacket, revealing strange-shaped underwear with tattoos on her waist He got a skull - looking at the appearance, this person should be a female hooligan who is not easy to mess with.
The girl has a shoulder bag that is about one meter high and has headphones plugged in. She is leaning on the tattered back of the chair and closing her eyes, her expression is a bit grumpy - because she has not woken up from a hangover, there is a bear child in the car who has been crying. Noisy, that cry is so penetrating that even the deafening music in the earphones is hard to resist.
She reluctantly endured for a few minutes, unable to bear it any longer, she pulled off her earphones, ready to find some trouble.
But strangely, the noise disappeared as soon as the earphones were taken off.
The girl looked around angrily, but as far as she could see, there were only half-dead adults in the carriage, each curled up to take shelter from the wind, and there were no children at all. She let out a dizzy burp in a daze, suspecting that she was auditory hallucinations, shook her head, plugged in her earphones suspiciously, pulled the hood down again, and closed her eyes sleepily.
Just when she was drinking again, and when she was about to fall asleep, a child's sharp cry penetrated her eardrum like a needle: "Mom!"
The girl opened her eyes with excitement, the "Riko Cloud Car" just came close, let out a long sigh, and stopped.
She turned off the music, but this time, she could hear the child's miserable cries coming from not far away, and was constantly drilling into her ears.
But where the hell did the child come from
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I don’t know who stole the card for a long time, and the street lights were also killed in battle. It was dark all around, and not far away was a large filthy path, hooking up with each other, and the eyes of the late night looked through the stained corner, as if they were going out. Peeping, the "artificial mental retardation" driving the car went wrong again, and the "end point reminder" sounded in advance. Without waiting for the passengers to protest, it automatically went to sleep, and the passengers had to queue up to get off.
The girl frowned, picked up her carry-on luggage, and followed behind a few tired travelers. In front of her was a middle-aged man wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat. He was very thin. He was holding a yellow-faced and thin old man in his hand. The old man staggered and bumped into her.
The little girl hooligan raised her brows before she had time to show her heroic color, and her eyes suddenly flashed. She rubbed her smoky eyes covered in mascara, and saw that the old man who bumped into her was rejuvenated and turned into a little boy!
"Am I poisoned by fake wine?" She muttered to herself, and closed her eyes again.
As the image in front of her changed from blurry to clear, the girl discovered that the person in front of her was indeed a child. She looked two or three years old and was still walking unsteadily. She was wrapped in a dirty rag, showing a corner of her body. The children's clothes are exquisite. Although they cry very inhumanly, they can still see the delicate skin and tender meat.
The child was strangled by the "homeless man" beside him with one hand on his neck and his wrist with the other, and was carried away with his feet not touching the ground. He was struggling and crying all the time, but no one around looked up, and no one even had a strange expression on their faces - I'm afraid they were just like her, only seeing a crazy old tramp Sapo.
It's a collective hallucination!
The girl's pupils shrank slightly, and she suspected that the "tramp" was a trafficker with black technology, so she followed quietly.
The "hobo" carrying the child didn't care about a little girl's movie. After getting off the car, he walked straight into a narrow alley. There were several dilapidated small houses in the narrow alley. In the deepest part was a dark bar with a shadowy back door. The night lights were like fireflies, sprinkled on the thin snow, finally allowing the night traveler to see the road clearly, the children's shrill cries echoed in the narrow alley, but failed to alarm anyone.
This can't be hallucinogens - whether it's on the bus just now, or in the narrow alley, the howling night wind is enough to swept away all biochemical products.
The girl carried a bag on one shoulder, pushed the hood up, and stopped the homeless man: "Hey, come on."
The "tramp" paused for a moment, his hands fiercely grabbing the back of the child's neck, but with a cowardly and flattering smile on his face, his shoulders were slightly arched, his neck shrunk, and he looked like he didn't want to cause trouble. , stammered, "Call me?"
The girl narrowed her eyes vigilantly, raised her chin, and nodded at the child in his hand: "Is this your child?"
The expression of the "tramp" changed suddenly, his color flickered for a moment, and he smiled reluctantly: "What? You see—wrong? How can there be a child? This, this old thing, looks like an old monkey Yes, he, he is small, not a child, you see."
He said, and pushed the person in his hand to the girl. For a moment, the girl felt as if there was a malfunctioning screen in front of her. The crying little boy stretched and shortened, and jumped into a The phantom, sometimes described as a wretched old tramp, and then turned into a crying child, flashing back and forth.
She frowned, took two steps forward, and tilted her head calmly: "It's weird."
Seeing that she was being fooled, the "tramp" grinned wide and let out a yellow tooth: "Look, what did I, what did I say—what?"
Before he said these words, the girl suddenly pulled out a wine bottle from her bag and moved her hand in a hurry. The wine bottle and the homeless man's forehead were smashed into pieces, and sharp broken glass balls were scattered everywhere. , the pungent smell of inferior alcohol suddenly dissipated, the heroine of the female middle school held a half wine bottle, wiped the remaining lipstick on her mouth, and spat "Bah": "Bastard, fooling your grandma?"
The wine dripped down the head and face of the "homeless", the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and those eyes were dark and cold, revealing blood. Immediately, he threw the child aside, the bones all over his body rattled, his entire body stretched and widened as if inflated, and in a blink of an eye he became a burly man with a height of nearly two meters!
The arrogant girl suddenly turned from looking up to looking up. She was a little dazed for a while, and subconsciously took a half step back: "You"
The "hobo" smiled, his mouth was slapped long, and when he opened it, a bloody mouth was revealed: "I said, it turned out to be a disabled person with empty brain."
As soon as the word "crippled" fell, the girl's complexion suddenly changed, from panic to rage, she flew up with a kick, and while the other person was bending over, she grabbed the other person's hair, pressed down, halfway The bottle of wine stabbed him in the face fiercely - this series of actions was steady and precise, showing that he was a veteran hooligan with rich experience in street fighting.
But the sharp half of the wine bottle stabbed the man's face, but it slipped and didn't even scratch a layer of oily skin. His face was hard and pale, and the texture was like some kind of metal.
The "homeless" moved his neck carelessly, and lightly grabbed her hand that was tugging at her hair, as if picking up a kitten and grabbing the girl.
The wine bottle fell to the ground, and the girl struggled in the air, looking at the reflective face in shock: "You are not human."
The "tramp" showed a strange smile, pinched her head with a fan-like hand, and the blue veins on her hands suddenly rose—
At this time, a strong light swept across, and then, three or four high-speed locomotives swooped down from mid-air, clearly violating the prohibition of "high-speed motor vehicles are prohibited from sticking to the ground within 100 meters". The light came first, followed by the thunder. The sound of the engine, stirred up a whirlwind on the ground, and swept over.
The "tramp" may have realized something, his face changed, and he immediately let go and ran.
The wind brought by the high-speed locomotive made the girl unsteady, and she fell to the ground together with her luggage, and hurriedly grabbed the wall with her four feet and the ground.
The little boy who had just been thrown aside screamed and was directly blown into the sky by the whirlwind.
The monster-like "tramp" jumped up like a beast and landed a little on the wall. Then, a laser flashed across his body and instantly disappeared into the night.
The little boy rowed his limbs in the air and flew straight to the black bar not far away.
The back door of the bar suddenly opened, and a man came out, and when he stretched out his hand, it just hooked the back of the boy's neck.
The high-speed locomotive fell silently to the ground, and the girl lying in the corner raised her head and looked out through the seam of her hair, which had been blown into a mop by the wind.
He bent over and put the child on the ground, the other free hand flickered with fire and soot.
"You don't have to chase, there is a space field, you ran away," the man said slowly, "The next time you appear on the field, you can be a little louder. It's better to make people feel scared in a light year."
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