Black Sky

Chapter 4 The Gift of Condolence

God said that this world does not always do what people want.On the first day he opened his eyes in the desert, he saw a ghost alive.——Ester "Never Land"

Suddenly seeing the face that was close to the screen, Trus's pupils still tightened.The shirt sleeve was turned over twice by him, and on the exposed half of the forearm, the thin muscles were visibly tightened and relaxed again in a blink of an eye.

Although he dealt with emotions quickly and his complexion returned to normal in an instant, the mop next to him still noticed.

He had only met Chus for less than half an hour, and there was absolutely no understanding.So I don't know if Chus's subconscious reaction is defensive or nervous, or something else... anyway, it makes him more panicked.

He clearly caught the phrase "can't receive a reply", so he lowered his voice, and asked Trus tremblingly, "This is the...that terrorist?"

Truth did not answer.He stared at the screen without turning his eyes, as if staring at a lion strolling nearby, moved his finger to a red button, tapped it, and said lukewarmly, "I replied." ."

Mop: "Huh??"

He opened his mouth and stunned for a moment, until he heard the overly handsome man on the screen laugh, and realized that Chu Si's words were not spoken to him, but spread across the screen.

The man gave an "um", raised his eyebrows, and asked, "What did you get back?"

He seemed to be too lazy to open his mouth, his voice pressed down to the bottom of his throat, and it sounded low and somewhat inattentive.

Perhaps the inherent impression of "Space Prison" was too demonized, or perhaps the previous description of Truth was frightening.This man is obviously not at all related to "extremely vicious", and he speaks very ordinary things, but the mop just listens a little nervously.

He squeezed his fingers unconsciously, turned his head and waited for Truth to answer.Instinct told him that Truth would never say anything that pleases the other party.

"Forgot, quite a lot, I suggest you go and watch it when you receive it." Truss said without changing his face.

Mop: "..." I don't know why, I always feel that this man is talking nonsense with his eyes open.

Chuston paused, then added calmly: "But it seems that even the cosmic supersignal is going around you, maybe it will take another 27 years to receive it."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a clear "ding" on the other side of the screen.

The man straightened up slightly, took out a communicator and glanced at it.He was still resting on the edge of the screen with one hand, and swiping twice while holding the communicator in the other.

He only glanced at it, then laughed, holding the communicator and shaking in front of the screen, "A period, a lot?"

mop:"……"

Truth, who was exposed, didn't care at all, "It contains a lot of meaning."

Man: "For example?"

Truth: "For example, I wish you an early return to prison."

"..." The mop thought for a while, and silently retracted to the ground along the countertop. In this situation, he really didn't want to show his face. He wanted to live a few more days.

The two people at the front and back of the screen, one supporting the screen and the other supporting the console, are leaning forward, with their eyes down slightly, their postures are casual and relaxed, it looks like a pair of old friends are reminiscing about the past. .

But this old-fashioned way of speaking... makes Mop's face turn green.

But after the mop was paralyzed under the countertop for a while, it felt a little strange again-the man didn't know how much effort to find it. He dragged the monitor and chatted for a long time, but he didn't mean to approach the villa.

He pondered for a moment, didn't figure it out, and couldn't help but glanced at the probe secretly.

On the screen, the man has stood upright, while biting the tip of one black glove with his teeth, while unbuttoning the other glove.He tilted his head slightly, glanced down from the corner of his eyes, looked down at the camera, and said vaguely: "Aren't you really looking at me? Before I unscrewed the controller."

Truth raised his eyebrows. "No."

After speaking, he pressed the power button on the console.

"The monitoring system outside the forest is turned off and enters the energy-saving mode." At the same time that the mechanical electronic sound was finished, the large and small screens on the wall went black at the same time, and the image disappeared.

"Turn it off?! You just—" Mop twitched the corner of his mouth, pointing to those screens, "Just throw him there?"

Chu Si easily picked up the communicator on the console and threw it into the pocket of his trousers as he said, "I just want to save electricity."

Mop: "...Choose one of power transmission and death, I will choose power transmission."

"Unfortunately, the house belongs to me."

While talking, Chus walked to the cabinet by the wall and opened the two cabinets in the lower right corner in a familiar manner.

The mop was still a little bit scared. He touched his ankle silently, and said, "To be honest, I have a bit of a weak leg. Did you really turn off him? People who can blow up the planet without replying, it's really good to leave him alone. Is it? I feel we are looking for death..."

As if he hadn’t heard of it, Chu Si picked it up in the cabinet for a while, turned over something, and placed it on a frozen capsule next to him.

Mop was embarrassed to be in front of the owner, and was too curious about these cabinets, just glanced inadvertently—

What Chus uncovered was a box of silencer earplugs and a pair of gloves.

He put on his gloves and took out a metal box from the corner.Judging from the size of the box, the weight is definitely not light, but it seems very light in his hand.

"What's this?" The mop blinked.

"An ancient one that is of no use in ordinary days—" Chus touched the side of the lock with his thumb, and the box automatically opened with a click, revealing a row of silver utensils inside, "Tool box."

"..." Mop exclaimed, "Your toolbox is actually made like a high-precision instrument password box. It seems that it is not the same thing as the one I use frequently."

Chus moved for a while and glanced at him: "What do you use often?"

The mop gave an "Oh" and scratched his head, "I didn't even care about the mess just now. I'm an aircraft maintenance technician."

Truth nodded clearly, turned the box decisively, and pushed it towards the mop, "That would be great."

The mop was confused: "What are you going to do?"

Chu Si lifted his chin at the frozen capsule next to him, "Take the chassis apart."

"???"

Ever since I met Chus, Mop felt that he was bewildered more and more times.

"Why disassemble the chassis? What did it do wrong?" Mop asked.

Chus took off the tip of one glove, then took off the other glove, and explained lightly: "Each capsule has an air displacer embedded in the chassis, three, just enough."

The mop glanced at him, and for a moment, he felt that Truth's movements were familiar, but before he had time to think about it, he was drawn away by Truth's thoughts.

"I've only disassembled the aircraft, I haven't touched this thing. If you can, you'd better—"

Before he could finish speaking, Chus interrupted, "I won't."

Mop: "Then you drag out the toolbox?"

"Try it whatever you want, in case it's dismantled," Chus replied calmly.

Mop: "..." He understood. The man in front of him is a master who talks nonsense, and he looks particularly bluffing.

Fortunately, after being frozen for 47 years and wandering for another 3 years, his technology has not been completely abandoned.Although the frozen capsule is generally applicable to the intelligent system, it also leaves an entrance for manual maintenance in the corner.

The overall peeling speed is actually very fast. After a few minutes of mop, the doorway is cleared, and the chassis of the capsule is unloaded into seven or eight parts in a blink of an eye.The little mop, who hadn't said a word from the beginning till now, sat quietly on the side, skillfully handing him tools, and staring at Chus with sullen eyes from time to time.

Truss seemed to be relieved to hand the capsule to the mop to toss. Instead of staring at the mop, he took out a black cylinder bag in another cabinet he opened.

"Okay." The mop made a sudden sound, spreading out his palms, and lying in the palms were three black boxes the size of pebbles with thin tubes attached to them.

"Thank you." Chuss lowered his hand to pick up one and hung the very compact replacement machine behind his ear very naturally. The curved thin tube just caught the ear bone and extended from the side of his face.

The replacement machine was switched on, a slight buzzing sound rang in my ears, and I worked tirelessly on my face.

Mop raised his face and watched him carry the heavy cylindrical bag, and then took a pair of soundproof earplugs from the box set aside.

"Why are you going?" Mop looked blank.

As he walked out of the door, Chus said without looking back, "Go and appease the terrorist."

Mop: "...then what are you carrying? A condolence?"

Chus stepped out of the door, turned his head and smiled, "R-72 rocket launcher."

Mop: "..." Does your family use rocket launchers to comfort others?!!!