Black Sky

If this understated message were seen by the old guys in the nine offices of the Security Building, it would be time to line up to save the heart. The slower the effect of the medicine is, it will be able to pass more than half of it on the spot.

Just watching these two words, Chu Si was able to stand upright on the spot.

But even he felt dark in front of him, and the feeling of hypoxia became more serious.

The space prison, which has been in exile for a hundred years, has been under the supervision and management of Office No. 5 of the Security Building since its initial completion. There are the most dangerous group of people on the planet. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a demon concentration camp. Picking up one of them is random bombs.

And Sae Young is the most troublesome one in history, the kind whose explosive equivalent value cannot be estimated.

It took 17 years just to trap him in jail, and how he was finally controlled has always been a mystery to the outside world.

Even if this dangerous man is trapped in space, he is still an unconscious master. Since he was in prison, no year has passed. The chief executive officer of Office No. 5 has thus been reduced to the most terrible position, declining almost every three years.

It wasn't until Chus came up that this curse-like effect could end.

If it wasn't for the people in front to withdraw too quickly, at his age, it would be impossible for him to sit in such a high position.

About his face is already ugly to the extreme, the mop looked at his finger on the trigger, swallowed, and tilted his head to the side calmly, "You look bad, what did you receive? Is the bad news?"

Chu Si lifted his eyes and glanced at him, "It's unprecedented bad, do you know the Space Prison?"

Mop gave a dry smile, "Of course, my brother is still the prison guard there. Your face looks like a group of demons came out of the wall."

Chu Si shook the communicator in his hand and said blankly: "I would rather see other people escape from prison collectively than this."

"..." Mop's mouth twitched, "It sounds terrible, or should we suffocate and die?"

Chus said coldly: "You are so promising."

The mop secretly reached out to take the small mop next to him, and said: "I saw such terrible bad news with you, and it is barely a common misfortune. Can you put the gun down first? We really have no malice."

Chus put the gun back to his waist, and the mop immediately let out a sigh of relief, and then he grabbed the small mop and walked a few steps closer.

As expected, the two people who hadn't cleaned up for half a year, "scented their noses" in every move, like a humanoid biochemical weapon sent by God to torture him.

The smell was so refreshing, it made Truth's heart beat, and then he remembered one thing-he forgot to see when the message was received.

"One step closer, you can say goodbye to your toes." Chus shook the gun at random, opened his mouth to stop the mop that he wanted to get in, and swiped his eyes on the communicator twice.

On the interface, under Sahe’s message, the time is clearly displayed: February 18, 5736.

Truth closed his eyes and opened them again: "..."

His face is even more ugly.

That's right, he didn't look back, it was 36 instead of 63.

What a great thing, it’s been 27 years since the time it took to receive this message. In 27 years, building a spacecraft to fly out of the galaxy is **** enough, and it's a fart!

Sometimes, when things are so bad that they are irreparable, there is nothing to worry about—

The planet exploded into countless fragments, and they became a bit of dust in the vast sea of ​​stars. The space prison is far beyond the range he can monitor now. The most troublesome dangerous element has been running for 27 years, and there is something worse than this. What's the situation?

Gone.

Mop couldn't see what Truth's momentary stupefaction was thinking, but shook the watch in front of him uneasily.

The wind rushed from the action, and the "fragrance" was horrible.

"..." Truth: "If you think two hands are getting in the way, I don't mind breaking one for you."

The mop whizzed back his hand: "No, I just want to remind you, two more minutes have passed. We only have 30 minutes left, don't you feel dizzy?"

Chus frowned. "You make me dizzy."

However, although he disliked the smell of the mop, he did not ignore his words. Instead of worrying about how to tie back an explosive that has been running for 27 years, it is better to make sure that you can see the sun tomorrow.

…Stars are fine too.

He turned his face and glanced around, except for the aged soil and rotten needles in the black cedar forest, there were only these twenty-five frozen capsules.

Through the decadent branches, one could faintly see a silent black shadow a little far away, lying quietly under the sea of ​​stars.

"Oh yes, there is a villa over there." The oxygen is too thin, and the mop talks a lot and gasps slightly. He squatted down with the frozen capsule nearby, leaning against the air outlet of the capsule base, trying to make himself more comfortable. "Before the explosion, government officials occasionally came to take a vacation. I don't know which department it was from."

Of course he knew what Chus said, because he was the chief who occasionally came back on vacation. For some unavoidable reasons, he will live here for a week every six months, with doctors, nutritionists and some guards.

Now these people are all lying in the frozen capsule next to him, luckier than him, the energy has not been exhausted, so they are still sleeping.

It can be said that the people living in this area are his people, but he has never seen two mops of these sizes.

"If I remember correctly, there are no other residents here," Truth said.

The mop was almost stuffing his nose into the fumarole. He half-held the mop and explained: "You know, there are only a few people living here every year, the scenery is good, and the air is good, so we occasionally come quietly. Camp for a few days."

Chus said "Oh", "Come camping in December when it's cold enough to freeze the bones."

Mop said annoyed, "Yes, this is probably the biggest mistake I have made in my life. It just happened that someone didn't say anything about the villa, and I also encountered the end of the day."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at his watch again, "There are still 27 minutes...Are you sure we want to continue discussing how I camped? I'm so dizzy now that I can't think about it. Can you really think of a way?"

Chus raised his foot and kicked him twice, "Of course there is a way." It's just that he needs to confirm whether these two people are really harmless.

"Is 27 minutes enough?" Mop seemed a little unbelievable.

Truth replied, "More than enough, as long as you can move your legs."

When the fragmentation plan was prepared, this place was classified as one of the execution areas. Considering that when the planet collapses, the villa may partially collapse, so most of the frozen capsules are placed in this pine forest. The villa is not far away, and it is convenient to evacuate.

But in fact, there are 9 spare capsules in the villa, which are placed in the underground storage room on the west side.

There are also some spare energy bars in the storage room. The space there is narrow. 9 capsules are activated. Although the replaced oxygen is not as much as the 24 capsules in normal operation outside, but in such a small and relatively closed environment, the concentration is It will be higher.

It's not a problem to hold off for a while.

not to mention…

Chus glanced at the communicator that kept telling him "not enough battery", and thought impatiently: Although it won't be useful for the time being, it's always good to find a way to continue the battery.

As an ordinary person, Mop has never been trained in extreme environments, and his tolerance to hypoxia is far inferior to Chus. His current brain is not much different from that of a goldfish, almost a move.

When he heard that Truth had said there was a way, he stood up reflexively without thinking about it, put his arms around the small mop that had just reached his waist, and staggered behind him.

Chus familiarly led him down a forest road in the dark. It only takes 8 minutes to walk along this road to the villa. Open the storage room and activate the spare frozen capsule. It takes at most 5 minutes, and there are still ten minutes left. For them to rest.

Time is not too tight, so Truth's bad mood before is slightly better.

However, within 5 minutes, when he was less than 50 meters away from the villa, Chus's lingering communicator suddenly dinged.

Chus paused and glanced at the communicator almost in surprise.

Vibration is a reminder that the battery is low, this short, light sound is not... it's a reminder of information!

Because of the lack of power, the light on the screen was a bit dim, but it was still enough for him to see the above prompt: Sure enough, there is an update message.

Chus frowned and opened his eyebrows, and glanced at the content of the message:

It's surprising that my unforgiving executive didn't scold him back.

My dear, I am a little bored without receiving your reply.

--Saë Young

Truth: "..." Which neuropathy would wait 27 years before saying "Why don't you reply to me"? !

But this is not the most terrible thing, the most terrible thing is... Sae Young is starting to get bored.

Every time Sae Young gets bored, there are a bunch of security mansion officials who want to wipe his neck and hang himself.