Interstellar journey to another world

"It hurts, it hurts so much"

Mo Ci closed his eyes tightly, feeling a stab of pain in the back of his head. When he reached out and touched it, he found something wet and sticky, and the strong smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose.

Rough shouts, suppressed cries mixed with bursts of begging for mercy echoed in my ears like ancient demonic sounds, getting closer and closer.

It’s so noisy. Is this hell?

God, this is so unfair! I didn’t do anything bad either! I lived an honest life, practiced diligently, respected my teachers, and protected my neighbors. I finally succeeded in my studies. I made some money when I went down the mountain and bought a jade pendant. I wanted to honor my master, but who knew that I would be stopped halfway up the mountain. A thunderbolt struck.

Injustice, really too much injustice. Dou E is not wronged by me!

But does it hurt so much in hell after death? Shouldn't your whole body hurt when you're struck by lightning? Why does it only hurt my head the most? No, no.

His consciousness gradually returned, and he slowly opened his eyes. His head was dizzy, and everything he looked at was blurry. He could vaguely see a group of boys and girls in strange clothes squatting on the ground around him, looking terrified, sobbing quietly. Several burly men holding strange knives looked back and forth with ferocious eyes, kicking anyone they didn't like, and miserable wailing sounds continued to sound.

Mo Ci shook his head and tried to wake himself up, but the lack of energy and blood made his already groggy head more and more confused. He vaguely heard a hurried cry: "Brother, it's not good, the Orise garrison is catching up." "

"Damn it, why are you so quick? Tell the brothers to activate plan 2, withdraw into the blast ship, and go to the fourth star field."

"Then, brother, what should we do with these guys?"

The man with fiery red hair and a deep scar on his cheek glanced around coldly, opened his thin lips, and said two faint words like an ice arrow that pierced people's hearts: "Kill."

The gangsters cheered and shouted as if they were enjoying a feast of killing. They joyfully and wildly raised their sharp knives and weapons at the group of flower-like teenagers.

Screams and cries of pain came one after another as the blade fell, and the blood meandered like a stream, stinging Mo Ci's eyes, and his consciousness gradually became drowsy, and he fainted.

"Master, master, save me!" The young boy in his sleep shouted urgently.

Suddenly, Mo Ci opened his eyes and broke away from the nightmare.

A waterfall of sweat wetted his clothes and stuck to his body. He took a deep breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and paused for a moment on the snow-white ceiling before closing his eyes.

Dream, is it a dream? But it’s too real. The screams, the sound of sharp blades breaking through bodies, Jie Jie's laughter and the strong smell of blood echoed in his mind over and over again. In addition to this, there were also all the memories of another young man's short life.

Gradually, Mo Ci cleared all his thoughts. He was alive. His soul, struck to death by lightning, traveled through thousands of years and possessed the body of a young man with the same name who was abducted and killed by interstellar pirates.

This is the interstellar era a thousand years later. A large number of technological civilizations have pushed human beings out of the increasingly barren and resource-deficient earth, into the universe, and thrived on various planets.

Due to the outbreak of a beast tide on the Katlan planet where the original owner Mo Ci was located, his spaceship was attacked and damaged by several star beasts during the transfer to the Kelsey planet. He wandered in the void for half a day and was intercepted by interstellar pirates. This pirate group killed most of the people extremely cruelly, leaving only teenagers under the age of eighteen.

When he took them to the delivery address, they were discovered by the military police and reported to the Orise garrison. What followed was a bloody scene that he personally experienced and never wanted to recall again.

"Squeak!" As soon as the door rang, Mo Ci opened his eyes and looked. A doctor with gray hair, slightly fat body, and wearing a white coat hurriedly came to Mo Ci's bed. Behind him was a doctor in his thirties. A year-old soldier wearing a combat uniform with a resolute expression. Seeing that he was awake, the doctor smiled kindly at him and said, "Young man, you are awake. How do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Mo Ci felt it carefully, it was strange! My head no longer hurts, and I don’t feel any discomfort in my body.

Mo Ci blinked his watery and clear eyes, shook his head slowly, and pursed his dry lips. He wanted to speak but his throat was very thirsty.

The next second, a glass of warm water was handed to his lips. Mo Ci looked up at the soldier's resolute face, smiled friendly at him, reached out to take it, and drank the entire glass of water eagerly.

Dr. Wang followed the procedure and carefully checked all the data in the medical cabin. Seeing that all the indicators had reached the normal state, he nodded with relief, basically confirming that all the injuries of the boy had been cured. As for the mental examination, the young man's cooperation is needed to complete it.

After the examination, Dr. Wang said gently to Mo Ci: "Kid, don't worry, your body is recovering very well. I am your attending doctor. My surname is Wang. This is Director Lu, the director of the Garrison Department. I want to see you. To understand the situation, what is your name? Do you remember what happened? "

With the help of Director Lu, Mo Ci slowly sat up, stabilized his mind, and said in a hoarse voice: "My name is Mo Ci, and I am a resident of the Catlan planet. The planet where I live is experiencing a riot of star beasts. During the migration process, We were chased by the star beasts, who destroyed the power system of the starship. Later, we met the interstellar pirates while wandering in the void. They, they killed many people, mom and dad, eh~~~"

Mo Ci burst into tears as he spoke, and the original owner's emotions poured out along with the memory fragments. It seemed that he had also experienced it and felt the same, and tears fell down.

Dr. Wang patted his shoulder comfortingly: "Good boy, don't cry. It's all over and you will be fine."

Mo Ci nodded choked, collected his thoughts, and wiped his tears.

Director Lu stood beside him with a sympathetic face. Although he knew that letting the child recall the painful experience again was like exposing scars, in order to eradicate these guys who endanger peace as soon as possible, he had to make up his mind and continue to ask: "What about you? Do you know why they only left you teenagers?"

Mo Ci shook his head. He really didn't know and there was nothing related to it in his memory.

"Then, do you remember what they look like?"

Mo Ci recalled it carefully, and the man's evil and cold appearance, like a devil from hell, was right in front of him. "I, I just remember what the leader looks like. I can try to draw it if you need."

Director Lu was overjoyed and ordered the robot to prepare a set of electronic painting tools for him. Mo Ci's expression froze slightly, he quickly shook his head and said shyly, "I can only draw on paper."

After speaking, he picked up a report sheet on the table, asked Dr. Wang to borrow a pen, and drew a sketch based on memory.

The two of them watched him outline a lifelike character on the white paper with just a few strokes. They looked at each other in confusion. What kind of painting method was this?

After finishing the painting, Mo Ci looked at it for a moment and handed it to Director Lu: "Sir Lu, this is what he looked like when I saw him. I don't know if he was disguised or not. His hair is purple-red."

Director Lu reached out and took it, looked at it seriously, smiled and said to him, "Okay, I understand, thank you for your cooperation, we will definitely catch him as soon as possible."

After thinking about his miserable experience, he felt sympathy and added: "From now on, please call me Brother Lu. This is my optical brain number. If you think of anything again, you can contact me. Of course, if you encounter difficulties, you can come to me."

Mo Ci showed a bright smile and exchanged contact information with Director Lu with crooked eyebrows. How could he not hug the thigh that was delivered to his door?