imperfections

Five years later.

The new ephemeris is 275 years, the eighth galaxy, Beijing β star.

"Beijing β" is a bad street planet name, each galaxy has a dozen "Beijing Star", "London Star" or "Zimbabwe Star" series, just like the ancient earth era, many cities in China have "Beijing Road" "Nanjing Road" "Same.

Perhaps because of this name, Beijing β Star has an oriental temperament, and many residents have more or less ancient Chinese blood—of course, in the eighth galaxy, even if they have the blood of ancient dragons What a decent life.

It is said that among the top ten daily headlines in the mainstream media of other galaxies, there must be one lamenting that the people of the eighth galaxy are living in dire straits.

They also gave it another name, called "Desert".

There are a total of eight galaxies in the alliance. The first galaxy where the capital star Votto is located is of course the spire of the pyramid. The farther you go to the back row and the farther you are from Votto, the more lagging behind you will be in development. When you reach the eighth galaxy, it is basically a pyramid. the sewers.

The reason why the eighth galaxy became a "desert" has both natural and historical reasons.Lack of resources and inconvenient transportation are one aspect, but more are problems left over from history. This matter has to be discussed from the beginning, that is, children have no mothers, and it is a long story——

In the old ephemeris era more than 200 years ago, the Alliance and the Interstellar Pirates were fighting vigorously. The members of the Interstellar Pirates were also descendants of the ancient Earth people. "Pirate" is a bad name for a villain at first glance, and there are more than one faction among them.After the alliance government controlled most of the galaxy regimes, in order to save trouble, all anti-government organizations that refused to recognize the alliance were collectively referred to as the "Interstellar Pirates".

The eighth galaxy "lives alone", compared to the other seven galaxies that are grouped together, it is like a pitiful isolated island.Back then, in order to fight against the powerful alliance, a handful of anti-government forces were forced to form an alliance, using the eighth galaxy as their base, and confronting each other far away.At the beginning of the new star calendar, the eighth galaxy was occupied by interstellar pirates for a hundred years. It was not until the new star calendar 136 that it was recovered by General Lu Xin, who was the general of the alliance at the time, and re-established the channel with the other seven star systems.

For a hundred years, the alliance has developed at the speed of light under the two searchlights of science and humanity. The eighth galaxy has been tossed and tossed in the constant conflicts and civil strife of the pirates who "sing you and I will come on stage". The two ends of the channel are gradually pulling apart. An irreparable gap, the gap between the two sides is as large as that of contemporary Homo sapiens and ancient chimpanzees.

After General Lu Xin regained the lost ground, the alliance sent people to the eighth galaxy to investigate, and found that this ghost place was worthless and worthless, so a "democratic self-government" government was established in the eighth galaxy - that is, the gang of chimpanzees were released. Nature, let them play with their own eggs.

When the alliance has an important occasion and representatives of the chief executives of the major galaxies are required to attend, the chief executives of the other seven major galaxies have their own name tags, but the representative of the eighth galaxy has no name, and the name tag simply prints "Eighth Galaxy" .It's not that the alliance engages in regional discrimination. It's really because these orangutans are prone to internal strife. The chief executive and his government are basically one-off. Representatives change people every day. In exchange, everyone doesn't know who is who, so they have to use "ethnic names" instead. .

Anyone who has a way has tried to immigrate, and the rest are poor worms abandoned by the times in the desert.

In the eighth galaxy, the Beijing β star is quite decent. It is the most populous planet. Although it is also chaotic and depressed, there are still some lingering industries and interstellar shipping lines in operation, allowing people to make do with it.

As night fell, a slow-moving bus pulled drowsy passengers along the road on Beijing β Star.On the paint-peeled body, the words "Galaxy Transport" are so mottled that only "Rikeyun Car" remains.The driving artificial intelligence may be an "artificial mental retardation", and the damage rate has reached more than 95%. At present, only the "ultra-safe mode" is left to be used. When driving at a slow speed in the dark, the horn must be honked every 5 minutes .

None of the windows on either side of the car was complete—they were all smashed by residents along the road who were woken up by the sound of the horn of the night car.

The car was drafty and dusty on all sides, and no one maintained it.Because the "Xinghe Transportation" company has been closed for 200 years, and now there is only such a city bus system that can't stop, running automatically every day.

At this time, the local severe winter, due to the law of planetary revolution, the winter of Beijing β star is very long, according to the unified new ephemeris calculation, it will last for three years, but the city's constant temperature heating system has been out of operation because of lack of money.The bitter cold wind invaded the unsuspecting human city-state and passed through the windows of the car. The poor passengers in the car wrapped their shameless coats tightly, like a nest of quail with their heads buried under their wings.

Those who use this kind of free public transport are mostly the poor among the poor, and there are also many homeless people among them, all of them are so dirty that they can't tell the difference between men, women, or children.Fortunately, the compartment was not sealed, otherwise the smell of these passengers could make a biochemical gas bomb.

In the corner of the last row of "Rikeyun Car", a drunk girl was sitting. Her face was so smeared with residual makeup that she couldn't tell her age. She was not afraid of the cold. A skull--from the looks, this person should be a female hooligan who is not easy to mess with.

There was a one-meter-high backpack under the girl's feet, earphones plugged in, and she was leaning on the back of the dilapidated chair with her eyes closed, her expression was a little irritable - because of a hangover, there was a brat in the car who was always there Crying, the crying is so penetrating, even the deafening music in the earphones is hard to resist.

She barely endured it for a few minutes, and when she couldn't bear it any longer, she grabbed the earphones off, ready to find some trouble.

But strangely, the noise disappeared as soon as the earphones were taken off.

The girl looked around angrily, but as far as she could see, there were only half-dead adults in the carriage, each curled up to shelter from the wind, and there were no children at all.She hiccupped dizzily in a daze, suspecting that she was hallucinating, shook her head, plugged in the earphones suspiciously, pulled down the hood again, and closed her eyes sleepily.

Just when she was drunk again and was about to fall asleep, a child's sharp cry pierced her eardrum like a pinprick: "Mom!"

The girl opened her eyes in a jerk, and the "Rikeyun Car" just stopped, let out a long sigh, and stopped.

She turned off the music, and this time she could hear clearly that the child's miserable cries were coming from not far away, and they were constantly drilling into her ears.

But... where did the child come from in this ghostly place?

The stop sign was stolen by someone long ago, and the street lamps were also killed collectively. It was dark all around, and not far away was a large piece of filthy alleys, which were connected with each other. The eyes in the middle of the night looked through the smudged corners, as if they were Peeping out, the driver's "artificial mental retardation" had something wrong again, and the "terminal reminder" sounded in advance, and before the passengers protested, it automatically went into sleep mode, and the passengers had to line up to get off the bus.

The girl frowned, picked up her luggage, and followed behind a few tired passengers.In front of her was a middle-aged man wrapped in a thick cotton padded coat, with a very thin figure, holding a thin and yellow old man by his hand. The old man staggered and bumped into her.

The little rascal raised her eyebrows, and before she could reveal her true colors as a hero, her vision blurred for a moment. She rubbed her smoky eyes covered with mascara, and suddenly saw that the old man who hit her had turned into a little boy!

"Am I poisoned by drinking fake wine?" She murmured to herself, then closed her eyes hard again.

As the image in front of her eyes changed from blurred to clear, the girl realized that the person in front of her was indeed a child, who seemed to be two or three years old, and was still walking unsteadily, wrapped in a dirty rag, with a corner exposed. The children's clothes are exquisite, although they cry very inhumanly, but they can still see the delicate skin and tender flesh.

The "vagrant" next to him strangled his neck with one hand and grabbed his wrist with the other, and carried him away without touching the ground.He was struggling and crying all the time, but no one around looked up, and no one even showed any surprises—I'm afraid they were just like her, only seeing a crazy old tramp, Sapo.

This is a collective hallucination!

The girl's pupils shrank slightly, suspecting that the "tramp" was a human trafficker with black technology, so she followed him calmly.

The "vagrant" with a child didn't care about a little girl's film. After getting out of the car, he walked straight into a narrow alley. There were a few dilapidated small houses in the narrow alley. The night lights of the city are like fireflies, sprinkled on the thin snow, finally allowing night travelers to see the road clearly, and the sharp cries of children echoed in the narrow alleys, but they failed to alarm anyone.

It couldn't be a hallucinogen - no matter it was on the bus just now or in the narrow alley, the howling night wind was enough to sweep away all biochemical products.

The girl carried a bag on one shoulder, pushed up the hood, and stopped the homeless man: "Hey, stand still."

The "vagrant" paused slightly, and grabbed the back of the child's neck fiercely with his hands, but he had a cowardly and obsequious smile on his face, his shoulders were slightly arched, his neck was curled up, and he put on a cowardly look who didn't want to cause trouble , stammeringly said: "Call... call me?"

The girl narrowed her eyes vigilantly, raised her chin, and nodded at the child in his hand: "Is this your child?"

The expression of the "vagrant" suddenly changed, and his expression flickered for a moment. He forced a smile: "What...what? You...you see—you read it wrong? How can there be a child? This, this old thing, looks like ...Like an old monkey, he, he is small, not a child, you see."

As he spoke, he pushed the person in his hand in front of the girl. For a moment, the girl felt as if there was a malfunctioning screen in front of her. The phantom, sometimes described as a wretched old tramp, sometimes turned into a crying child, flashing back and forth non-stop.

She frowned, took two steps forward, and tilted her head calmly: "It's strange."

Seeing that she was being fooled, the "tramp" grinned his mouth wide and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Look, I, what did I say—what..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the girl suddenly pulled out a wine bottle from her bag, and moved her hand swiftly. The bottle touched the bum's forehead, her body was smashed to pieces, and the sharp broken glass shattered everywhere. Yes, the pungent smell of low-quality alcohol suddenly dissipated. Holding half of the wine bottle, the heroine wiped the remaining lipstick on her mouth, and spat in a "bah", "Bastard, are you kidding your grandma?"

The wine dripped down the "vagrant's" head and face, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his eyes were dark and cold, revealing blood.Immediately, he left the child aside, the bones all over his body slammed, his whole body stretched and widened as if inflated, and in a blink of an eye he became a burly man with a height of nearly two meters!

The arrogant girl suddenly changed from looking up to looking up. She was a little confused for a moment, and subconsciously took half a step back: "You..."

The "tramp" smiled, his mouth was as long as a palm, and when he opened it revealed a big bloody mouth: "I said, it turned out to be a cripple with empty brain disease."

As soon as the word "disabled" fell, the girl's face suddenly changed, from panic to fury, and she flew a flirtatious foot, and while the opponent was bending over, she grabbed the opponent's hair, pressed down, half The wine bottle was stabbed hard at his face—this series of movements were steady and ruthless, which showed that he was a veteran hooligan with rich experience in street fighting.

But when the sharp half of the wine bottle hit the man's face, it slipped, without even scratching a layer of oily skin. His face was hard and pale, and its texture was like some kind of metal.

The "tramp" moved his neck nonchalantly, and gently grabbed her hand that was pulling his hair, as if picking up a kitten and grabbing the girl.

The bottle fell to the ground, and the girl struggled in mid-air, looking at the reflective face in shock: "You...you are not human."

The "vagrant" showed a strange smile, pinched her head with palm-like hands, and the veins on her hands suddenly popped up——

At this time, a bright light swept across, and then three or four high-speed locomotives swooped down from mid-air, obviously violating the prohibition of "high-speed motor vehicles are prohibited from sticking to the ground within [-] meters". The light came first, followed by thunder. The sound of the engine stirred up a whirlwind on the ground, sweeping over head and face.

The "tramp" may have realized something, his expression changed, and he let go of his hand immediately and wanted to run.

The wind blown by the high-speed locomotive made the girl unable to stand still, she fell to the ground together with her luggage in embarrassment, and hurriedly grabbed the wall with all four feet on the ground.

The little boy who was thrown aside just now screamed and was directly blown into the sky by the whirlwind.

The monster-like "tramp" jumped up like a beast, and landed on the wall, and then, a laser flashed on him, and disappeared into the night instantly.

The little boy flicked his limbs in the air, and flew straight to the black bar not far away.

The back door of the bar suddenly opened, and a man came out, stretched out his hand, and hooked the back of the boy's neck.

The high-speed locomotives landed in unison to silence the noise, and the girl lying in the corner raised her head and looked out through the seams of her hair that had been blown into mop strips by the wind.

He bent down, put the child on the ground, and flicked the ash in his other free hand.

"No need to chase, there is a space field, I ran away early," the man said calmly, "You can make more noise next time you appear on the stage, and it's best to make people feel scared when they hear it from a light-year away."