black sky

God once gazed at this sea of ​​stars, slept here, and woke up here again. - Esther "Neverland"

This black cedar forest has been lingering for many days, the needles are withered and hanging down, but it miraculously does not emit the sour and bitter smell of rotten wood.

The woody fragrance that lingers in the forest all the year round is still quietly floating, hiding 25 single-person frozen capsules in the depths of the pine forest.

The frozen capsules were arranged in a neat square array, and the sealed glass cover was covered with frost.

One of the sirens sounded alarmingly sharp, piercing the silence of the deep forest:

"Insufficient energy, malfunction."

"Warning: The frozen capsule is about to stop working, please replenish energy within five seconds."

"Countdown: 5."

"4"

"3"

"2"

"1"

"No new energy detected, frozen capsule off—"

Before the word "close" was finished, the electronic sound without ups and downs came to an abrupt end.

puff--

The sound of the metal chassis stopping running sounded like an air leak. Under the influence of the emergency heating system, the frost on the glass cover faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing a handsome but pale face inside the capsule.

The thin frost on the brow bone made him look shockingly cold and lifeless, as if he had been sleeping here for a long time and would never wake up again.

However, almost a second after the frost faded, those beautifully curved eyes opened without warning.

To be honest, although this pile of metal bumps used to freeze the human body is called a capsule, its shape has nothing to do with the capsule.

They are ugly, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, a hexagon with a face longer than a horse's.Once a person lies down inside, it is a well-made coffin of standard specifications.

When the design drawings first came out, Chus was busy dealing with a riot in the space prison. He didn't close his eyes for three days, and his face was clouded with sleepiness.

The unlucky designer knocked on the door of his office and put a thick stack of drawings on his desk.

According to regulations, all documents for frozen capsules must be reviewed and approved by the executive director of No. 5 Office of Security Building, and can only proceed after signing, including the design drawings.

And Truss happened to be the executive who sat in office 5.

He closed his eyes when he saw the thickness of the drawing, and simply turned to the last page and signed in the designer's hype description.

On the day when the finished product came out, he was wearing a well-tailored shirt, sitting in the meeting room on the top floor of the security building, listening to the old guys scolding the design with an elegant posture and a calm face.

I sprayed it hard for a full two hours, and the bastard didn't change his face when he heard it. Instead of showing any introspection, he tapped on the table and said with a smile: "The planet's lifespan is still very long, how can this frozen capsule take a turn?" Unless you and I go to lie down, ugly is ugly."

Make those old guys so angry.

As a result, within five years of saying this, the planet exploded.

He really lay down in this ugly frozen coffin. It can be seen that the bastard has done too many things, and God can't see it. This is probably called retribution.

Chus coughed muffledly for a while under the glass cover, coughing out all the cold air in his lungs, then moved his fingers and opened the safety lock in the cabin.

His muscles and bones were still stiff, and it took him a long time to lose his strength just to push the hatch.

The feeling of stepping on the ground was too long, he staggered backwards, and simply sat on the side of the frozen capsule.

Half a step away, another frozen capsule was still operating normally, and two lines of words were displayed on the glass cover:

Caro Time 13:20:07

Inner capsule temperature: new minus 206°C

At 13:[-], it should be the most sunny time in the afternoon, but there is a sea of ​​stars above the head, and the surrounding area is as quiet as the night.

Truss looked around and took a deep breath.

The air was very stuffy. He had clearly come out of the frozen capsule, but he still seemed to be covered by something. He couldn't even breathe comfortably, and he didn't know if his lungs were frozen.

click-

There was a sudden cracking sound of needle leaves behind him, as if being stepped on by something.

"Who?!" Chus turned his head sharply.

He didn't speak for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse.

At the same time as he asked, his fingers had habitually touched his waist.

Thank goodness there was too much rush into the freezer capsule and the gun wasn't unloaded.

He flicked the safety lock, and the sound of "click" was very clear in the silence.

"Don't, don't! I'm coming out now! Don't shoot!" A dark object popped out from behind a frozen capsule, like a round mop...the kind that has been soaked in a mud pit for two years.

Chus squinted his eyes for identification, and found a pair of eyes on the mop with difficulty—it was a person who hadn't combed his hair and beard for an unknown period of time.

"Who else?" Truss' finger was still on the trigger.

Mop hesitated for a moment, kept his hands up in surrender, and turned his head to mutter something.

Another small mop carefully stuck out its head.

The little mop turned to look at the big mop, and raised his hands in the same way.

"Calm down, calm down. Just the two of us, no one else," said Big Mop, staring at his gun.

"I'm calm," Truss replied.

"To be honest, I don't really believe it. After all, when I just crawled out of the frozen capsule, I was so hungry that I wanted to eat people." The voice of the mop was a little suspicious.

Chu Si looked cold: "If I can't find someone cleaner than you, I may be more inclined to starve to death."

The mop was blocked, and he still felt a little regretful, "Actually, we just haven't cleaned it for half a year. Can you move the muzzle of the gun a little bit?"

In fact, this gun has been frozen in a frozen capsule for a long time, who knows if it can still be used.But Chus is a jerk, and he didn't mind scaring the big man of unknown origin for a while, so he replied, "Depend on your mood."

"So how are you feeling now?" Mop asked.

"Not good, it's too stuffy in here," said Truss calmly.

To be precise, the air here is so stuffy that it makes people feel irritable and physiological.

Mop let out a drawn-out "Oh" and was immediately discouraged, "Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do about it, after all, we've been bored for a long time."

He turned to look at his wrist.

It was only then that Truss noticed that there was something shining blue on his wrist, like the screen of a smart watch.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" Mop stared at Truss' gun for fear it might go off.

Truss was noncommittal, and the mop touched the watch screen boldly and cautiously.

The cold electronic sound suddenly sounded, enough for Chus to hear clearly:

Ground temperature: New 5°C

Humidity: dry

WARNING: Oxygen level is seriously below normal, 32 minutes and 57 seconds before critical value.

This kind of alarm is no stranger to Chuss. He has heard these words in various safety experiment reports. The so-called critical oxygen content corresponds to the survival limit.Once below the critical value, people will soon suffocate to death.

The voice of the mop was a little depressed, "Look, even if you don't shoot, we only have less than 33 minutes to live."

When Chu Si heard this, his eyes moved.

Should not be.

The design concept of these frozen capsules is very special. The energy is all converted from exhaust gas, and the exhaust gas actually contains oxygen.This is designed to survive to a certain extent.

These principles and functions are known to the public.

The mop noticed Chu Si's gaze, and he looked at the frozen capsules on the ground, and said, "I know what you're thinking, but it's useless. It's been 50 years, and the balance has long been lost."

Chu Si finally had an expression on his face, "How many years?"

The mop seemed to have found a breakthrough, and decisively touched the watch screen, and the mechanical electronic sound sounded again:

"It's 5763 in the new Gregorian calendar, April 4th, Caro time—"

Before the report was finished, the mop pinched off the time report and muttered, "Excuse me, I have to save some electricity."

But Truss didn't pay any attention to what he was saying.

5763? !

He clearly remembered what the evening was like on December 5713, 12. The golden-red light of the setting sun softened the cold black cedar forest. He stood by the window, talking to the convalescent doctor while turning over his private communication channel.

In the last second, he was still looking at the information forcibly sent by a dangerous person in the space prison, and in the next second he received the alarm——

The energy reaction process in the center of the earth suddenly accelerated due to unknown reasons, out of control, and the expansion rate far exceeded the upper limit. The estimated evacuation time is 3 minutes and 11 seconds.

In layman's terms, the planet is about to explode, everyone run.

He will never forget those 3 minutes of extreme chaos, how the ground shook and cracked, how they raced against time to activate the debris plan, and how they evacuated from the villa to the frozen capsule in the cedar forest...

Everything is vivid in my memory, as if it was the next day, as if he just slept in the capsule overnight.

However, when he woke up, 50 years had passed? !

Maybe it was a moment of surprise that caused a change in heart rate and increased oxygen consumption.After being stunned, Chu Si only felt that the surroundings became more stuffy.

Mop looked at his expression, and said aggrievedly: "Don't take a deep breath! Don't take a deep breath! There are not enough mouthfuls! Don't forget, we only have more than 30 minutes... What can you do? I compare Silly, I haven't come up with any ideas after waking up for three years, I don't really want to die so early, suffocation is too difficult to die."

This man was a chatterbox, and his endless talk gave Chus a headache, which made him unable to understand the current situation, nor could he think of any solution.

"Quiet." Just as he threw out two words coldly, something buzzed in the pocket of his trousers.

Chus was stunned, and reached out to touch it out, only to remember that when he evacuated the frozen capsule, he threw the communicator in his hand into his pocket.

A communicator consumes more energy than a wristwatch.No matter how energy-saving the model lasts for 50 years, it is already a miracle.

The vibration just now was a reminder that "the battery is low and will be shut down soon".

He was about to close it and throw it back into his pocket when he saw an unread message on the screen.

Chu Si's eyebrows jumped immediately.

He didn't need to read the content to guess who the information came from. After all, he dared to break into his private communication channel as his own garden.

As expected, the information came from Space Prison:

My dear Executor, I have great news for you.

I'm jailbroken.

——Sah Young

Chus: "..."

Fucking good news.

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Special reminder: This article is not science fiction, there is no mecha, the whole article is nonsense, and it involves the kind of old Einstein’s coffin that can’t be held down. Don’t use common sense to think about it. Magical fairy tales are better, okay~

Note: Esther's "Neverland" - does not have this book.