Lost Starry Sky

Hall was not surprised to find that he was still alive.

His rescue capsule is a life-saving weapon specially customized for senior officers by the military industrial group of the Harman Empire: the innermost cryogenic cabin is enough to freeze a large living person at a low temperature for at least 100 years; the inner and outer super metal shells The electromagnetic vacuum layer in between isolates the external temperature and impact, ensuring the absolute safety of the people inside.

The only thing Hall didn't understand was—shouldn't the normal procedure be that the search and rescue team would take him back with the life-saving capsule, and then the military doctor would thaw him in a place so clean that there were no germs?

What the hell is this place? !

It looks like a cave.A dim oil lamp was lit inside the dark and uneven wall of the cave. The cave was filled with irregular shapes and unknown objects, and everything was covered with a layer of dust.The only thing Hall was sure of was - they were absolutely rubbish!

And he was lying in the middle of this pile of garbage.

The only thing he could be sure of was that he had been stripped naked.Except for the pendant that he had been hanging with him all the time, all his clothes and other belongings disappeared; his body was only covered with a dirty, torn rag full of thorns.

There was a pain in the back of my head, like a hole had been drilled into my skull.

Hall was even weirder.As long as he lay down in the rescue cabin, it was absolutely impossible for him to be injured. Who got him out of the rescue cabin and stole his knife and clothes?

He staggered up, picked up the rag and tied it around his waist, and took out a rusty metal stick from the garbage dump as an improvised weapon.

How far is this from the battlefield?Who is it that unfreezes him?how much?Did they mean anything to him?

Hall forced himself to calm down.

The rags on his body, the metal stick in his hand, and the rubbish next to him all seemed to be products of earth civilization.Judging from the surrounding environment, he should not have fallen into the hands of aliens.

He put his ear against the stone wall and listened for a while, and after confirming that no one was active in the cave, he began to explore around.Turning a corner, the scene that suddenly appeared in front of him was beyond his expectation - he actually saw a person who was soundly asleep!

That guy looked like a primitive man who crawled out of a history textbook: he was dressed in ragged clothes like a rag, his long and messy hair and beard covered most of his face, and the remaining half of his face was still stained. black oil stains.

He was lying on a small stone bed.The stone walls around the stone bed were carved with large and small squares, and each square was filled to the brim with large and small things.Hall leaned on it and turned over one by one, trying to see if his clothes and knives were stored in it, but found that there were all strange things in it—purple meteorites that glowed by themselves, and the ones without the cover Ancient books, toys whose original color cannot be seen...

Seeing that there was nothing inside that could be used to attack people, Hall was relieved.This messy guy is probably just a bum.

He found a rope in the garbage dump and tied up the homeless man. With one hand, he swung a metal stick and hit the homeless man on the shoulder: "Hey, get up!"

The tramp muttered twice, and opened his eyes in a daze.

Hall threw away the metal rod casually, because the knot he tied on the homeless man was a knot used by soldiers to bind captives, and ordinary people would never be able to untie it.

"Get up! Get up! Where are my clothes!"

Hall picked up the homeless man by the collar with one hand and slapped him hard with the other to wake him up.Unexpectedly, because of too much movement, the rag tied around his waist broke with a "chi la" and slid to the ground.The homeless man squinted his eyes and turned his face away, pretending and gloating, "It just fell."

Hall is completely fucked.He let go of the bum as if he had been pricked by a needle.Before he could bend down, however, the tramp had picked up the rag and held it up to him--putting his hand over his eyes.

Hall couldn't figure out how he had managed to untie the rope.

The homeless man patted his buttocks and stood up, stretching himself.

"Hey, after all, you are also from Earth, right? Has no one taught you to observe human etiquette when you meet the same kind?"

Hall: "..."

The homeless man coughed and lectured him solemnly: "You should say this—hello, my name is Van Owen, and I am the only poet on Celan. It is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar!"

As he spoke, he took a step back and took off his hat empty-handed.

"Now you can say 'hello' to me."

Hall couldn't bear it anymore, and with a roar, he rushed over and grabbed Van Owen's neck.

"Listen to me! I am Admiral Hall of the Haman Empire! Now I declare! You and all your property are urgently requisitioned! You tell me where this is! Where are my clothes and knives! And my warship! You now! Immediately! Find a way to send me back to the base! Otherwise, I will break your neck!"

Van Owen was pinched so that his feet were lifted off the ground, his eyes were turned white, and his tongue was stretched out.He nodded vigorously.

Hall threw Van Owen to the ground vigorously, with a disgusted expression as if he was shaking a dirty rag.Van Owen squatted on the ground, coughed desperately for a long time before recovering, shivering and shrank into a ball and hid in the corner.

"This is Celan Star, coordinates 3259, 124, -907, I sold all your clothes, knives, etc. on the black market..."

Hall involuntarily covered his nose with his hand, and the feeling of despair surged up along with the anger.

He knows the place.

The planet was no longer suitable for habitation due to the destruction of the environment, and was treated as a cosmic garbage dump after being abandoned.There is usually only one person living in this kind of garbage dump; and this person's task is to maintain the robot that collects cosmic garbage in outer space.

He was desperate because it was at least 300 light-years away from the base, and it was obviously impossible for the empire to equip a junkman with a spaceship capable of jumping.

Now all that is left is to ask the base for help and wait for someone to pick up the road.

He resisted the urge to beat the guy in front of him into a ball of mud, and was about to ask if there was a high-power transmitter here, but his stomach suddenly growled.

It was only then that Hall realized that he was so hungry that his heart was on his back.

Van Owen said apologetically: "You slept for more than 50 hours..."

I don't know if it was because of the sudden awareness of hunger, Hall felt that he couldn't lift his strength.The two stared at each other for five seconds, and finally Hall asked coldly, "Is there anything to eat?"