Black Sky

A good sentence, spoken through Sae Young's mouth, is not serious no matter how you listen. But Truth had known him for too long, knowing exactly what he was. The more you react, the more interesting he finds it, so the best way is to not give him any emotional feedback when he hasn't heard. When he feels monotonous and boring, it will be fine.

In a sense, this method works, because it’s good news for someone like Sae Young who doesn’t play cards according to common sense, as long as he doesn’t drive him more crazy.

But in another sense, this method still doesn’t work—

After all, this is so special for more than forty years, and Sae Young's neurosis hasn't started to feel boring.

Chus's expression was calm, and he automatically removed those unnecessary words in his mind, leaving only the main points. He stared at the nearest screen and scanned the bright blue characters above it.

Those characters are by no means commonly used information processing codes, otherwise Truss would be able to see them all at once.

They are spreading all over the screen in a strange combination. At first glance, they can make people's brains "buzz".

"This has been encrypted." Tang is also considered a capable person in this area, but he is not as experienced as the space prison. "This is not what we usually use."

The training camp was still affiliated to the military at that time, so what they had to learn at that time included various encryption methods that the military might come into contact with. Whether they are commonly used or not commonly used, they basically won't fall behind.

Later, the training camp was transferred to the name of the security building, and what they learned was relatively limited, but they still had to know the most commonly used by the military and the second-level ones.

I have had a lot of contact in actual tasks, and I will soon develop a sixth sense of these.

The screen in front of him looked more awkward than any of them, let alone Don and the others, Truth was also sure that this was definitely not within the contact range of the training camp or even the military department.

"Like a mutation of a spider code." Tang touched the back of his head, judged with a serious face, and added, "Well, I guessed it."

However, these garbled-like combinations did not stay on the screen for long, and they were refreshed almost immediately after they reached the end.

After about ten times of flashing, those garbled combinations all turned into normal readable words:

The signal source is captured successfully

Signal source attribute: double layer

First floor signal source: 86206-018

Layer 2 signal source: 50001

Processing method: clear or lock

Seeing that the attribute is a dual-layer signal source, Truth understood. The so-called double-layer attribute means that a signal source is covered with a fake skin and goes out to bluff and deceive. The signal source on the first floor is the body, and the second floor is the skin.

"I just looked at the trajectory of the signal source. It's pretty cool. Every time I leave, I have to go to this old Fort Barney to spray paint, disguise myself as 50001, and leave with one touch, without stopping at all. Sae Young explained roughly, "Think of this as a conversion point."

"86206-018," Chu Si muttered, holding his arms for a while, "somewhat familiar."

But this is by no means a good sign. There are not many sources of signals that can be familiar to Truss. He does not deal with the military and the government, or with the space prison or various other star-splitting forces.

The signal source on the first floor is any one of them, and the fun will be a bit big.

Truth glanced at Sae Young, and seeing that he hadn't moved, he stretched his hand over him and tapped a few keys.

The entire system stalled for a moment, and a line prompt appeared on the center of the screen: "Loading the 36th version of the planet city map."

Saer lowered his eyelids and glanced over Chus's hand. "The sir has a very long hand."

Truth didn't bother to pay attention to him, and he didn't say much. He just let go of his hands and rested lazily on the edge of the console, and he crossed over to control the system under his nose.

A complicated version of the city’s miniature bird’s-eye-view map was loaded. After Chu Si hit a few keys, he directly pressed one of them with his fingers without letting go, and then raised his chin at Sae Young, "Excuse me. With your finger, touch the activation zone."

"Does it count as meritorious service by touching it?" Sa'e asked, turning his head over.

Truth: "If you don't touch it, get out of it."

Occupying the most critical position of the console but not doing anything, he has to grind and chirp, and he doesn't know what he is doing.

"Then I'll choose to do meritorious service." Sae Young replied casually, already touching the activation area with his finger.

A prompt popped up on the screen again: Searching for a signal source 86206-018

"This system is dumb? Why doesn't the prompt say anything." Le Pen mumbled.

Tang whispered back from the side; "Did you forget? This system was just...well, who was driven crazy, the wall of electronic sounds is chaotic, and now it is in the disorderly adjusted automatic mute? ."

In the past, such a search took a few seconds at most, but this time, I don’t know if the Fort Barney has been banned for too long or something else. After a full minute has passed, the screen finally refines the map layer by layer. , Circled a corner in a certain block.

There is a small prompt box next to it, marking the time of the searched trace: 5633.

"Well done, I found the earliest traces of the signal source. 5633 years ago, about..." Sae Young said, and moved his left hand to count, "There must be a hundred and eighty. New year, come on, maybe you can catch the other side upright."

Chus: "..."

He stared at that block, and cast a blank expression at Saer beside him: "Shut up."

Sae Young laughed.

5633, the year this signal source left traces on this block, is really 80 years from the year the planet exploded, even 20 years older than Truth's age. Sae Young’s words were too bad to say, but so what? As long as you can find a little trace, you are not afraid that you will not be able to find that person in the end.

Truth controlled the system to zoom in on the circled block until he could see the small print in the upper right corner of the block—

No. 7 Wutong Street, District A, Xixi City

Chu Si's eyebrows instantly jumped: "The orphanage?"

If it was another address, Truss would have to search again, but he would never forget this place.

An orphanage was built in the West Side City, where Truss stayed for 8 years since his birth.

Eight years, in a life span of more than two hundred, is actually a short moment. But for those who have lived there, it will probably be the longest and most difficult time in life.

A series of negative problems, such as the gloomy xenophobic, impatient and reticent of Chus's youth, were all the buds that grew in that orphanage.

The orphanage has the name "City Establishment", and it is as complicated as the supervision government of Xixi City, and the lines of interest are intertwined. There are a lot of rumors about it in Xixi City alone. It is said that it was actually built with the support of a private consortium. Under the guise of an orphanage, it was actually doing other gray activities. It is also said that the government and the dark side of Xixi City are the product of mutual compromise and collusion, and it is also said that the military is mixed here.

In short, the complex and not bright background has caused the environment in the orphanage to be the same, complicated and not bright.

It was like a scaled-down version of Xixi City, the Eye of Hell, full of chaos and conflict, even if most of the people in it were still children.

Anyone who comes out of it will stack up all the dark descriptions when describing it, and will not use even a positive word, even a neutral word.

In Chus’s memory, it may be because the environment was too depressing. Most of the children there had severe headaches. The doctor who was stationed said that it was not physical, but caused by excessive accumulation of psychological extremes and emotions. There are also anxiety, insomnia, mania, etc...

In the room he used to live in, there was a child who was one year older than him. He was as thin as a wood. Once he had a headache, he would curl up and hit the metal guardrail at the head of the bed with his head.

Since he remembered, he listened to that "pop" every day for two and a half years, until the other party died.

The word "death" is too common for people there, because every day children die, because of fighting, because of being punished, because of illness...

There are also people who try to leave, but because of their young age or other reasons, they can always be brought back wherever they go. The orphanage is like having countless pairs of eyes, and knows every child's movements well.

The first time Chu Si met his adoptive father Jiang Qi, it was in the west of Xiaobailou of the orphanage.

The design of that building is a bit special. It is different from other smooth walls. On the center line of the west wall of Xiaobai Building, there is a slender metal column. If you sneak up on the roof of Xiaobailou, and then slide along the metal pillar to the sixth floor, you can use the one-foot-wide horizontal board there to carefully transfer to the next building platform.

In the eyes of seven or eight-year-old children, this is already a very complicated and high-end escape method.

Truss came to the roof late in the middle of winter that year. In winter, the nurses fell asleep early and slept deeply. It was a very coincidental time to take advantage of the time.

However, he slid down from the stairs and found that a thin layer of ice was frozen on the slender horizontal board.

Although he was extremely careful with every step, he eventually slipped off the horizontal board. Thanks to his prompt response, he hooked the horizontal board with both hands, and then barely hanged himself.

For an eight-year-old child, it was difficult and hopeless.

Fingers hooked on the cold metal horizontal plate, cold and horribly slippery.

He was just at the height of six floors, between the two buildings, for a long time. Looking back is the quagmire, letting go is death.

Jiang Qi came to the alley at that time. At that time, he was just past middle age, and he was wearing military shirts and trousers, but was covered with a dark coat. The induction lamp in that alley had just been destroyed by a group of rioters. Only a row of small yellow lamps at the top of the courtyard wall coated Jiang Qi with a gentle edge.

At that time, Chu Si had already slipped off one of his hands, and the ice scum he brought down happened to fall on Jiang Qi's body, which made him notice that there was still a child hanging on it.

Jiang Qi seemed to be taken aback at the time, and maybe he didn't react that much, Chu Si couldn't remember clearly.

I only remember that Jiang Qi raised his head, slapped his hands, then spread his forearms at him, and said: "How did you kid get to such a place? Come down first, rest assured, I will continue, I won't die."

Truth had never said a word during the eight years in the orphanage, and naturally he would not answer Jiang Qi. He even repelled all strangers and didn't want to let go. But the slippery horizontal board couldn't help him.

Just when he gritted his teeth and tried to hesitate for a while, Jiang Qi added: "Oh, yes, don't kick your legs when you come down, so as not to step on my face."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chus slipped his hand and fell from the height of the sixth floor.