Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

Half an hour later, the meal was delivered. .A pot of gruel, held in a dirty vat.

Song Fang wisely did not step forward to fight for it.

Half a minute later, the bucket tipped over.

That night, the more than 800 new prisoners were taken out of the mezzanine in small groups or teams and taught the process of collecting mineral gas.

By the time it was Song Fang's turn, it was already midnight, the last sun was approaching sunset, and the rare night was about to fall. The mining and gas captain in charge of teaching was anxious to get a good night's sleep while it was getting dark. He was careless and said a few words in a hasty manner, saying that the people in their group had been scheduled to work tomorrow afternoon and sent them back. .

The newly arrived prisoners had just gained hope, but then they were at a loss again. People sighed and comforted themselves by taking one step at a time.

Brother Ji still tried to maintain his image as the big brother, but he no longer took the initiative to go over to someone and ask him to "surrender" when he saw someone on the spaceship. He only guarded Song Fang, nagging, telling Song Fang not to leave his sight, otherwise, even "the big bad wolf will come and eat you" was said by Brother Ji.

Occasionally when Brother Ji said he was tired, he would ask Song Fang some questions and urge Song Fang to answer, so as to give himself some time to secrete some saliva to moisten his throat - Prison No. 10 at least did not restrict them in terms of drinking water, but They were not provided with enough cutlery. The few bowls left were occupied by a few relatively strong prisoners.

"My hometown? My home is the earth, aren't you familiar with it?" Song Fang said.

He still has some points, so he is not in a hurry to go piloting. It's also interesting to chat with Brother Chicken.

"Didn't I tell you, I have left the earth several lifetimes ago." Brother Ji said, "Tell me, what else was there before you blew it up? I still have three hundred yuan for the Mariana shuttle. Money once? No price reduction?"

"I've never been there," Song Fang said. "I've only seen miners, chimneys, and, by the way, the central city of the planet."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot that the earth has also become a mineral star." Brother Ji said suddenly, "Do you think Wanbang is interesting? It claims to control tens of millions of planets, but in fact there are only two types, mineral stars and non-mineral stars. Star, what’s the point?”

"Yes, why are there so many mining stars? Also, why do we still need people to mine?" Song Fang said, "In this era of advanced technology, why do we still use such primitive methods? Not to mention it. , let’s just say that we are mining gas in Prison No. 10. You have heard about how to mine it. It turns out that you drive a small spaceship to the lower edge of the habitable layer, then put the basket down, and use a handheld device to absorb the gas. How can this happen? thing."

"What's going on? Save money." Brother Chicken sneered, and his hands, as thin as chicken feet but indeed human claws, drew a circle in the air, "Suppose there are ten apples in the corner over there and I want to eat them. Do I let you go over there and get them, or do I buy a 'high-tech' freight truck and pull them over?"

Song Fang rolled his eyes at Brother Ji: "You'd better go and get it yourself."

"That's all I said, it was just a joke. Hey, you kid, why are you so interested...Don't sleep. How about I tell you why I turned my head into the shape of a chicken?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a fragment of a bowl was thrown through the observation window on the prison door, hitting Brother Chicken on the head.

"Lights out! No talking!"

The jailer looked fierce outside the door.

"It's fierce."

Brother Ji rubbed his head and muttered, then lay down like the other prisoners in the room.

Turning around and seeing Song Fang smiling, he said angrily: "You saw the jailer coming and you didn't even tell me."

"Sorry." Song Fang, who was lying on the steel floor, suppressed a brisk smile, "I didn't have time."

This time Brother Changji rolled his eyes at him, turned his face to the other side, ignored him, and went to sleep.

Song Fang tried his best to maintain his smile, but unfortunately he failed quickly.

Does the so-called piloting really mean finding a nest, setting down the earth, and then it’s done?

If this is true, what's the point of finding a new home for this kind of earth in this kind of future?

Song Fang sat up suddenly.

Then he quickly lay down again.

The prison head who came back to check after hearing the sound took a look through the observation window, found nothing wrong, and left muttering.

Song Fang roared in his mind: System, what's going on? !

holiday? Navigation next time? I do not know how!

In this case, putting him in a coma for seventy-two hours would kill him!

"In trouble? I can help you."

Song Fang was calmer this time. He was still lying there, motionless, just asking in his mind: Who are you?

"Haobangshou brand done1202 artificial intelligence, you can call me 'Dan' for short." A cute shot said.

Song Fang was impressed by this name.

So he asked: System, do you have anti-virus software?

"Hey, wait a minute! Do you really believe in that woman Catherine?" Xiao Zhengtai said hurriedly, "She didn't even tell you about the 'entrance test' of the death penalty roulette. How dare you listen to her?"

Oh.

Song Fang was noncommittal.

He really should be wary of Catherine. But does this mean that he can believe in this "Dan"?

The enemy of an enemy is not always a friend, it can also be another enemy.

So you’d better run the anti-virus program on your system.

"No, no, no!" Xiao Zhengtai said, "Okay, how can you trust me?"

Song Fang twisted his neck.

He neither wanted to believe nor disbelieve.

He just wanted to quickly find a way to arrange his body, and then go to the pilot, that is, to the dungeon.

He didn't want to pay attention to this Dan or anything.

"That's what you're worried about. Simple. Leave it to me."

Little Shota is full of confidence.

Song Fang rolled his eyes.

"Hello!"

Along with Xiao Zhengtai's frightened shouts, the system prompted:

Um? Just an uncertified plug-in? Are you sure it's not a Trojan virus?

"Of course not! I was designed and manufactured by Mr. Song Yuanshan himself, how could it be a Trojan horse virus!"

Little Shota seemed very angry. "Song Yuanshan is your great-great-great-grandfather, or maybe your great-great-great-grandfather. Your navigator system is left behind by him. Now you should believe that I am on your side, right?"

I won't believe it until they stop reading my mind.

Song Fang rolled his eyes and thought.

But this time, Xiaoshota didn't reply.

Power out?

Song Fang frowned and called in a whisper: "Dan?"

"what?"

Xiao Zhengtai replied.

Song Fang was thoughtful. "Can't you help me? Tell me how to help."