Dark Blood Age

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Chu Yun rose back to the starry sky's grave and went to the cube. Time had not passed so much that the little bugs had just begun to fluidize the particles.

“They're gone.” Seeing the fifth order, Chu Yunsheng immediately said: “The arrangement that remains in operation on the planet is to confuse us, and the second is to speed up the depletion of the resources we need to replenish. There must be a powerful figure among them. ”

If Chu Yunsheng hadn't passed through the zero-dimensional world in the past, he would have thought that they were still looking for something in the current four light years of distance, whatever their means of detection, and that after four light years of flying, they would have arrived on the planet, and there would have been virtually no much needed resources in the fleet.

Without resources, to maintain such a large fleet of fleets sailing in the dark, no matter why Chu Yunsheng and the Zhuor people carry them with them, there is no way to keep them going, inevitably facing a "mutually destructive" situation.

By then, it would be virtually impossible to catch up with them, and whether they could fly out of the darkness alive would be their first consideration.

The fifth order obviously understands the truth, and the voice is silent: "Did you find out who it was? ”

Chu Yunshu shook his head: “They used one of the permissions in the fourth order, which is all the 713 program could find, and said that they had done some illegal operations, which were probably a little problematic, the real identity was currently unknown, and they were also very smart and had never landed. ”

The fifth order thought, “Permissions can't determine the final identity, do you see what they're looking for? ”

Chu Yunsheng was searching for some information: “No, but you can basically tell where it came from. Remember that counterfeit weapon? ”

The fifth order naturally knew, so he did not speak, waiting for Chu Yunsheng to continue to speak.

“That's the door.” Chu Yunshu manipulated the floating cube quickly as he walked along: “We neglected at the time, it was a double door, the classics had two genders, and needed two genders of royal descendants to open the second door. ”

The fifth order immediately became acute: “Should the hypocrites have killed all the royalty of the Kingdoms? ”

Chu Yunsheng calmly said: “Yes, but I found a royal woman, the kind of emperor you and I have met, she and Ming Cheng are dormant in the compartment we left behind, the other party has no right to find. ”

"We can find a way to reproduce her, and when we get there, the new royal descendants will grow up. ”

Chu Yunsheng jumped out a line of numbers in front of him, "Her life is just a key code, and we've already used it. I've tried it many times at the door. No, I need a straight male descendant. ”

The fifth order suddenly became difficult: “That seemed hopeless. ”

Chu Yunsheng said: "No, there's a descendant who escaped, but now I don't know if he's dead or alive. I'm typing in 713 to record the trajectory that he tracked after he escaped. Let our fleet search this direction immediately, without losing any detail. ”

If you want to find an energy-driven "debris” in the stars, even if the “debris" comes in their direction, the difficulty coefficient is frightening, and if they don't have a flood-like fleet today, it's almost impossible to spread out into mesh frontal searches.

Even so, the fifth order feels hopeless, but it does not say anything, after all, it is the only chance, otherwise the hypocrites will never know exactly what they have taken, unless the little bugs can catch up with them.

But as things stand now, they have long gone and are unlikely to catch up. Both sides are small probabilities, so give them a try.

If the other party does not destroy the modern civilizational foundations of the replenishment planet and does not drain the resources necessary to build the spacecraft on the planet, then searching from rebuilding the spacecraft from the replenishment planet is the best option. After all, even without the gravitational constraints of the stars, the distance that the space station debris compartment drifts out of is definitely closer to the replenishment planet, but it is now impossible.

After Chu Yunsheng finished typing, he said: "I thought you said that the extinction method on the planet was changed because of the temporary choice of those who performed the mission? ”

The fifth order was not too concerned: "Yes, it doesn't matter which way. ”

Chu Yunsheng thought, “Now it may not be an accidental temporary decision. ”

And the fifth order came to me all of a sudden: "The source of life! ”

Chu Yunsheng said: "Yes, if it is an uncontrollable method of extinction such as virus, it is difficult to leave it as the source of the password, and if it is a method of shooting, it can selectively leave people who wish to stay. ”

The fifth preamble adds: "If only the first door needed a royal source, it could be accomplished in many ways, but the second door needed two different genders, much more difficult and must be preserved without extinction. ”

Chu Yunsheng looked at it: “The 713 program is problematic and may have been altered. It is involved in the process of rebuilding civilization after each extinction, ensuring that the source of life as a password is always flowing in the royal family. ”

The fifth preamble thought: "Or is it the historical problem of the forbidden martial arts? Find its origins, find the murderer, to find the identity of this person. ”

Chu Yun looked up to the fleet outside the wall and said: "There are also problems with the privileges used by the master's men. They can kill all the royals without touching the reaction of the 713 program, and it must know something. ”

"Fortunately, its authority is not large enough, otherwise it will wipe out all life on the supply planet, and there will be no trace of spider silk horse. ”

Chu Yunsheng was silent for a while, "Find this kind of royal descendant first. ”

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Corimine held the hatch and gasped for 10 years, 10 years before he left the planet. For 10 years, he couldn't find anything to do but talk to himself every day.

Quiet, lonely, boring, etc. These aren't the things that make him desperate, the most desperate thing is that he can't see the future.

He had never thought that the food in the storeroom would be enough to sustain him so long that today he had decided to commit suicide for the 62nd time, without success.

In the beginning, he was able to look in the direction of his home planet through telescopes, looking for a hint of support, at least to focus on there every day, to worry about when the aliens would destroy the planet.

As time went by, as he got farther and farther away, he could see fewer and fewer things, until later, his daily events became dazed.

Every corner of the observation and material compartments was walked through, every deck was scrutinized, and even the food packaging was repeatedly read by him, thus sparking boring time.

Ten years, not long, not short, and if there is hope, he who is able to move freely within two compartments may be able to persevere, but there is no hope.

He knew that in the end, if he did not commit suicide, he would also face material depletion.

But every time he tried to commit suicide, he couldn't make the final decision, and eventually halfway through, he cowered out at the doorstep of death.

Today, he was prepared to suffocate himself and die of suffocation in the observation compartment, but at the last moment, he feared again, cursing his cowardice and incompetence, as he opened the compartment door powerlessly and greedily breathed the air in the passage.

The feeling of dying allowed him to survive another period of failure, like being sentenced to life imprisonment and slowly waiting to die.

I don't know when, he couldn't stand it alone, fantasizing in his mind, if only one person had survived, even a man, so that at least two people still had a saying.

This fantasy is the devil's temptation, like temptation, getting deeper and deeper. Soon after, he felt that if it was fantasy, then it would be better to be a woman, so that there was at least something else to do besides talk.

Then, he felt that since it was a woman who lived, it would be better to be Nicole directly. Nicole was also on the station at the time, and it was possible to stay here, so besides that other thing to do, she was also mentally happy.

The more he thinks about it, the deeper he gets, the more Nicole thinks about it, then think about it. If only his parents were here. Although he doesn't like vulgar fathers, it's at least safe here, and the family plus Nicole can live happily ever after.

Thus, his illusion finally omitted reason and entered another realm of freedom.

In this illusion, he felt more and more obsessed, often talking to the air, like there was really Nicole over there, really his parents there, even while eating, he would deliberately tell a joke, then laugh aloud with the “family," then he would argue aloud with the "father," and then comfort his mother with Nicole.

The barrier lasted longer and longer, and every time he woke up, the cold reality made him think of suicide, and after every failed suicide, the magic of the barrier seduced him like a drug, unable to pull himself out.

After each failed suicide, in the period approaching the illusion, he would also make some efforts to insist on sending a distress signal to the stars. As to whether or not to attract aliens, he couldn't care less, they were all dead anyway.

The aliens eventually didn't show up because they were two light-years away when he floated into space.

But every time he called for help, it gradually became a weak routine task, like a beggar dying of hunger, no matter who, closed his eyes and moaned after half a day: “Help... help... help! ”

After he failed to commit suicide today, he still moaned, as usual.

Pushing numbly toward the help button, the distress signal launched, as if he had accomplished a painstaking, hopeless task, relieved heavily, the whole person relaxed again and prepared for the 63rd spiritual fantasy tour, which was his favorite part.

Awake, commit suicide, call for help… wait quietly after all this has been done.

“Let's eat! ”

His eyes changed somewhat and he shouted at the air to get into the state sooner.

At this point, a signal in the observation compartment suddenly sounded of the composition of the Mandarin language:

“Coreming, do you copy? Come in! ”

He glanced at it in surprise, then smiled, "No, no, no, the previous times were the rescue mode, not this time. ”

The signal was still ringing, and he was in no hurry, as if it were part of his fantasy, mumbling: "Don't rush, don't rush, wait for me to think about it. What pattern is it this time? Well, it's a deep space disaster, isn't it? Black Hole Crisis! ”

He waited around for a change, but the signal was still ringing: "Corimine, do you copy? ”

And he was a little discouraged, and a moment later, he compromised, “Okay, well, let's try the rescue mode again, but this time, it can't be as simple as the last time, we need to design some more complications. ”

Then, he first turned to the other side of the air, made a noisy and careful gesture, quietly came to the signal transmitter, and lowered his voice to the airway: “Don't talk, it could be an alien...”

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A month later, because Fang Mingcheng was also a human relationship, Ali et al., who carried out this rescue mission, climbed into the debris compartment of the Human-like Space Station and looked at the Human-like people with amazement and greeted them with a smile:

“Hello, messenger, are you out this time? ”

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