imperfections

The cosmic time is exactly 13:00, which is exactly the late night at Venus Port on Beijing β star.

Venus Port is a semi-abandoned interstellar port, and only a small number of workers are left with meager wages from the government, who come here every day to do some basic maintenance.

At this time, the cold night was deep, and there was no one near or near the port of Venus. On the large open space, the frost-white withered grass was as tall as a person, swaying back and forth lifelessly in the whistling wind, making a "rustling" sound. Going, like a no-man's land, the color is desolate and gloomy. The old buildings and launch pads of Victoria Harbor are displayed in it, like the scenes depicted in old science fiction novels, which are indescribably ugly.

There is a narrow road between the white grass, which is probably the passage for workers to enter and exit the port. A group of homeless people are walking along the path towards Victoria Harbour. The workers will drive them away during the day, but they can get in at night. take shelter from the wind.

A wandering old man with a bent back and a child in rags on his back suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground. The child on his back rolled down unconsciously like a ball and turned over stiffly. , showing a small face with bruises and purples—it turns out that the child has long been out of breath.

The trash can on the side of the road detected the corpses of carbon-based organisms on the ground, and activated the automatic cleaning system. It drove over with a "buzz", stretched out a cold shovel and mechanical arms, and wanted to shovel away the corpses. Branch-like arms rushed up, trying to cover the child with his body, as if this would give the dead child some vitality.

It's a pity that although the system of this trash can is backward, it's not so easy to cheat. It still continued to shovel, and started a cold tug-of-war with the old man within a square inch.

Without a doubt, the trash can won.

The frail old tramp was knocked over by a rude trash can and knelt on the ground, crying out of grief.His companions followed the sound and took a look from a distance, then continued walking towards their destination heartlessly.Because here, it is not a rare thing for the dead to be shoveled away by the trash can, and it is not worth making a fuss about.

The wanderers gradually drifted away. Suddenly, a pair of hard-soled boots came out from the white grass. After a slight pause, they walked towards the trash can.

This is a tall man with neat short flaxen hair and pale skin. His facial features are too standard and correct, but he looks a bit rigid. , although wearing casual clothes, there is an inexplicable military temperament.

The man silently reached out to open the background program of the trash can, bent down to fiddle with it for a while, the trash can creaked, and the shovel was slowly leveled, handing over the small corpse that had been swallowed by it just now.

He was not too dirty, picked up the child's body with both hands, and handed him back to the old homeless man kneeling on the ground: "Sorry."

The old homeless man stared blankly at him, and the man pointed in another direction: "It was detected in the direction of three o'clock, about 200 meters away from you, the soil is the softest, you can choose to bury your child there, and again Sorry for the loss of a loved one.”

This man not only has the same stride, but also jumps out word by word at a uniform speed, with almost no ups and downs in his tone, like a machine.After finishing this set of journals like reciting lines, he touched his heels, bowed slightly to the old tramp, and turned to leave.

The old tramp couldn't help but asked in a dull tone, "Are you..."

Before blurting out his words, the old tramp immediately regretted it, because this strange man was neatly dressed, with a low-key grace, like a "high-class man" in his eyes, after the old tramp's life experience like duckweed Here, it is best to stay away from these "high-class people" wisely, otherwise they will be disgusted by others and often suffer from flesh and blood.

Unexpectedly, the man stopped when he heard the question, and replied seriously: "My identity is an encrypted file, which cannot be checked. My name is Zhanlu."

The old tramp looked at him in disbelief.

The man who called himself "Zhanlu" asked again: "Do you have any other questions?"

The old homeless man who couldn't find the north came back to his senses, wiped his nose in a panic, shook his head, the man stretched his long legs, and followed the tracks of the homeless men just now.

There is heating in the reception hall of Victoria Harbour. The homeless people took off their coats and rubbed their hands and feet to warm themselves up as soon as possible. They seized the last bit of night before dawn and raced against time to fall asleep.

In less than half an hour, the snoring sounded one after another.

At this time, a sneaky and thin figure stood up from the corner, carefully avoiding other people, and walked towards the port.

If the bad girl Huang Jingshu was here, she should be able to recognize it at a glance. This is the disguised appearance of the "monster" who abducted and trafficked children.He escaped from the back door of the "broken tavern", fell directly to the vicinity of Victoria Harbor through a small space field, and mixed in among the wanderers, intending to leave Beijing Star β from here.

The safe passage between the reception hall and the launch platform is locked. The fake homeless man took out a palm-sized chip from his body and stuck it on the lock. After three seconds, the door lock program jumped open silently, heavy The door opened to both sides, he looked around cautiously, and slipped in.

"It's me, Spider." There was no one else in the safe passage. The skinny "tramp" peeled off his tattered coat, his bones stretched and widened, and he returned to his original appearance. He lowered his voice to talk to his accomplice, " ...What a fart, I was being targeted, and I almost couldn't get away!"

The safe passage is long and narrow, and the sound is very close. Although he knows that the monitoring system has been blocked, the echo of his own words still makes this "spider" quite anxious. , You can’t even copy the fucking silent intercom system, the alliance dog is about to become popular among civilians, and you want to subvert the alliance just like that? Let’s be a fucking daydream... I don’t know, a woman—I don’t know her Whose person is it?"

"Spider" said while pressing his wrist a few times, and an image immediately appeared on his wrist, which was a recent photo of Huang Jingshu.

Then, in a flash of the photo, Huang Jingshu's identity information, address, and a series of materials were displayed in front of him in detail. "Spider" gave the girl in the photo a hard look with bloody eyes: "Take it!" I got her information, I don’t know if it’s true or not, but I don’t think she’s like someone from the government... Well, it might just be a coincidence, the sewers of the eighth galaxy are full of cripples with encephalopathy..."

At the end of the safe passage, "Spider" quickly came to the platform. On the empty platform, there were only a few machine security guards patrolling. "Spider" roughly confirmed the position of the machine security guards, and pressed the jammer in his hand.

On the platform, the machine security and monitoring equipment got stuck at the same time. "Spider" confidently bypassed the stationary mechanical security guards, came to the outermost orbit, and took out the small mecha parked in the space field. The mecha landed firmly on the launch pad, and the hatch opened automatically.

"Spider" stepped in, and the fluorescent light from the transmitter formed a metal-like cold light on his face. He said, "Whoever she is, whether it's a coincidence or not, just to be on the safe side, let's kill—"

After his words fell, the alarm system on the mecha screamed for no reason, and the "spider" heard a "squeak" in his ear, and the call was cut off immediately. Trembling, before the spiritual network in the mecha could connect with its owner, the fuselage suddenly shook, and the "spider" staggered and fell backwards. At the same time, the spiritual network sparks of the mecha danced wildly, emitting a smell of ozone ——This is the result of the mecha being severely disturbed!

But in the backcountry of the eighth galaxy, most of the bumpkins have never seen a hair of a mech in their entire lives. Where did this kind of interference technology come from? !

"Spider" shuddered.

The mental network inside the mecha was in a state of chaos, and he was involved hastily. Let alone a human, even a silicon-based creature would be half-disabled by electric shock. Therefore, without even thinking about it, he smashed the emergency safety valve with his fist, Quickly switched to manual operation, forcibly opened the heated cabin door, and rolled out with a loud cry.

The mecha behind him was billowing with smoke, and the security robots who had been immobilized by him just now somehow came back to life. Seven or eight laser guns were aimed at him, but no one could be seen on the platform.

Those damn flies haven't shaken off yet!

The cold sweat of "Spider" came down, and one hand reached into his arms and pressed it on his left chest - there was a small chip implanted there, which was his last trump card.

The security robot approached him—

"Trespassing! Trespassing!"

"Scanning for intruder identity failed!"

"Warning! Hands up!"

The next moment, the invisible field centered on the "spider" and spread out like a tide. The locator of the machine security lost its target at once, and the scanning results showed that there was no one on the platform.The robot security guards held their laser guns and wandered around the "empty" platform for a moment, but they didn't find it, so they had to return to their patrol tracks.

"Spider" stood on the spot, took a few breaths, and showed a somewhat smug smile.He patted his left chest and said in a low voice, "At least those trash are still useful."

With this "secret weapon", he can control the senses of all humans and machines as he wants, just like making everyone mistake a child for an old homeless man on a city bus, even if he encounters an "empty brain" like a little bitch. Syndrome", it is not a problem to get confused for a moment.

"Come and catch me!" "Spider" yelled confidently, and blew a sharp whistle, but there was no sound in all directions. He laughed loudly, pointed his middle finger to the sky, and prepared to board the mecha again.

The moment he turned around, a very thin red light suddenly shot out from the wall, and passed straight through the neck of "Spider". fell down.

Then, the wall that had been blank just now suddenly bulged, and a man with short flaxen hair came out of the wall as if by magic. It was the man who called himself "Zhanlu".

Zhanlu stretched out his right hand, and his pale hand turned into a mechanical hand out of thin air, exactly the same as the one in the "Broken Tavern".

The robotic hand scanned the unconscious "spider" from head to toe, and with a few beeps, a strong energy field was found in the heart of the "spider".

Zhan Lu tilted his head, and a very thin probe protruded from the palm of the manipulator. At the same time, a mist of disinfectant was sprayed from the pads of five metal fingers, creating a small sterile environment for a short time. The probe was quickly inserted into the "spider" chest, and in less than 5 minutes, this minor operation was completed - a biochip was removed from the unconscious "spider" heart.

The moment the biochip was peeled off, the metallic skin of the "spider" immediately collapsed, and his body temperature, heart rate, and metabolism dropped sharply. He seemed to be decades old, and his face almost wrinkled.

The mechanical hand made the same voice as Zhanlu himself: "Scanning the unknown energy field——"

"Scan failed."

"Failed to scan again - Unrecognized - Warning -"

"Block it." Zhan Lu ordered in a low voice.

Zhanlu carefully put away the unfamiliar chip, and the robot hand turned back into a human hand, searched away all the electronic equipment on the "spider", stripped him into a primitive man, bent down to pick up the man, and then returned to destroy the machine. A's encrypted system, took it away, and left Venus Port.

He was planning to go back the same way, but when he was approaching the hall, Zhanlu's footsteps suddenly stopped, he raised his head and closed his eyes, and then, as if summoned by something, he turned in another direction and walked straight into the dense white In the grass.

Deep in the dense withered grass, a car stopped at some point. The fourth brother folded his arms on his chest and leaned against the car, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.

Zhanlu bowed to the fourth brother sternly: "Sir."

The fourth brother raised his chin and signaled him to get in the car. Zhanlu threw the captured man into the trunk and put his hand on the car. Then, his "hand" melted, first the hand, then the body, then the head... His whole body slowly disappeared and merged with the car body. At the same time, the dormant car of the fourth brother automatically restarted.

This tall and handsome "Zhanlu" is actually an artificial intelligence just like a real person.

Zhan Lu's voice sounded: "Sir, where are you going?"

"Go back to the broken tavern." The fourth brother said, "Where is this person, can you tell?"

"Prepare to activate the space field and locate the broken tavern—judging from the model of the mech, it should be the person from the 'Poison Nest'."

The organization "Poison Nest" is located at the edge of the eighth galaxy, and going further out is not suitable for human survival. "Poison Nest" seldom interacts with other gangs in the galaxy. It's more like a cult than a gangster. There are quite a few cult organizations in the eight galaxies. It is based on ancient legends to fabricate some gods, gods and ghosts to worship, no matter how bad it is to worship cats and dogs, they are also mammals at any rate—an organization that worships bugs like "Poison Nest" is quite unique.

The fourth brother was a little surprised: "What are they doing on Beijing Star?"