black sky

God says the world doesn't always turn out the way people want it to be.On the first day he opened his eyes in the barrenness, he saw a ghost. - Esther "Neverland"

Seeing the face approaching the screen suddenly, Chu Si's pupils constricted.The sleeves of the shirt were folded twice by him, and on the exposed half of the forearm, the thin muscles were visibly tensed, and then relaxed in a blink of an eye.

Although he processed his emotions quickly and his face returned to normal in an instant, the mop next to him still noticed it.

He had known Truss less than half an hour, and by no means knew him.So he couldn't figure out whether Chus' subconscious reaction was defensive or nervous, or something else... Either way, it made him panic even more.

He clearly caught the phrase "can't receive a reply", so he lowered his voice and asked Chus tremblingly, "Is this... the terrorist you mentioned?"

Chuss didn't answer.He stared at the screen without turning his eyes, as if staring at a lion strolling nearby, moved his finger to a red button, tapped it, and said a word calmly: "I replied .”

Mop: "Huh??"

He opened his mouth and was stunned for a moment, until he heard the overly handsome man on the screen laugh, and realized that Chus's words were not addressed to him, but passed to the other end of the screen.

The man let out a "hmm", raised his eyebrows, and asked again, "What did you say?"

He seemed too lazy to open his mouth when he spoke, and his voice was low and careless.

Perhaps the inherent impression of "Space Prison" is too demonized, or perhaps Chus's previous description made people flustered.This man's appearance has nothing to do with "extremely vicious" and he spoke very ordinary words, but the mop just listened a little nervously.

He squeezed his fingers unconsciously, turned his head and waited for Truss to answer.Intuition told him that Truss would never say anything to please the other party.

"I forgot, there are quite a few, I suggest you read them when you receive them." Chu Si said without changing his expression.

Mop: "..." I don't know why, but I always feel that this guy is talking nonsense with his eyes open.

Truss paused for a moment, then added calmly: "But it seems that even the cosmic super signal is going around you, and it may take another 27 years to receive it."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a clear "ding" sound from the other end of the screen.

The man straightened up slightly, took out a communicator and glanced over his head.He was still supporting the edge of the screen with one hand, and swiped twice while holding the communicator with the other.

He just glanced at it, then laughed, holding up the communicator and shaking it in front of the screen, "One full stop, quite a lot?"

mop:"……"

Chu Si, who was exposed, didn't care at all, "It contains a lot of meaning."

Man: "Like?"

Chuss: "For example, I wish you an early return to prison."

"..." The mop thought for a while, and silently retracted along the countertop to the ground. In this situation, he really didn't want to show his face, and he wanted to live a few more days.

The two people in front of and behind the screen, one propping up the screen and the other propping up the console, are leaning forward, with their eyes slightly lowered, in a casual and relaxed posture, as if a pair of old friends are chatting about old times .

But this reminiscence way of talking... made the mop's face turn green.

But after the mop slumped under the countertop for a while, I felt a little strange again—the man took a lot of effort to find it, and chatted with the monitor for a long time, but he didn't have the slightest intention of approaching the villa.

He pondered for a moment, but couldn't figure it out, and couldn't help sneaking a peek at it.

On the screen, the man had already stood up straight, biting the tip of one black glove with his teeth while undoing the other glove.He tilted his head slightly, glanced down from the corner of his eyes, looked down at the camera, and said vaguely: "Aren't you really going to take a look at me, before I unscrew the controller."

Chus raised his eyebrows, "No."

After speaking, he pressed the power button on the console.

"The monitoring system outside the forest is turned off and enters energy-saving mode." When the mechanical electronic voice finished speaking, the large and small screens on the wall went black at the same time, and the image disappeared.

"Off?! You just—" Mop twitched the corner of his mouth, pointing at those screens, "just throw him there?"

Chus picked up the communicator on the operating table and threw it into the pocket of his trousers, saying, "I just want to save power."

Mop: "...Choose one of power delivery and life death, I choose power delivery."

"Unfortunately, the house is mine."

While talking, Chus walked to the cabinet by the wall, and opened the two cabinets in the lower right corner with ease.

The mop was still a little timid, he touched his ankle silently, and said: "To be honest, my legs are a little weak. You really shut him down and ignore him? If you don't reply to the message, you can blow up the planet. It's really good to let him hang out like this." Is it? I feel like we're courting death..."

As if he hadn't heard of it, Chu Si picked out something in the cabinet for a while, found something, and put it on a frozen capsule beside him

Mop was embarrassed to be in front of the owner, and was too curious about these cabinets, so he glanced casually——

What Truss found was a box of noise-canceling earplugs and a pair of gloves.

He put on his gloves and pulled out a metal box from the corner.Judging from the size of the box, the weight is definitely not light, but it seems to be very light in his hand.

"What's this?" Mop blinked.

"An old, useless one—" Chus touched the lock with his thumb, and the box opened automatically with a click, revealing a row of silver utensils inside. "Toolbox."

"..." Momo sighed, "Your toolbox is actually the same as a high-precision instrument lockbox, it doesn't seem to be the same thing as the one I usually use."

Chu Si paused and glanced at him: "What do you often use?"

Mop let out an "oh", scratched his head and said, "The mess just now, I haven't bothered to say, I'm an aircraft function maintenance technician."

Chus nodded knowingly, turned the box around decisively, and pushed it in front of the mop, "That would be the best."

Mop was at a loss: "What are you going to do?"

Truss raised his chin at the frozen capsule beside him, "Take the chassis apart."

"???"

Since meeting Chusi, Momo has felt more and more confused.

"Why did you remove the chassis? What did it do wrong?" Mop asked.

Chus bit the tip of one glove and took it off, then went to pick off the other glove, explaining lightly: "Each capsule has an air replacement machine embedded in the chassis, three are just enough."

The mop glanced at him, and for a moment, he felt that Chu Si's movements were familiar, but before he could think about it, he was distracted by Chu Si's thoughts.

"I've only disassembled the aircraft, I haven't touched this thing, if you can, you'd better—"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chu Si: "I won't."

Mop: "Then you drag out the toolbox?"

"Just try it, in case it comes out." Chu Si replied calmly.

Mop: "..." He sort of understood, this one in front of him is a master of nonsense, and his appearance is particularly bluffing.

Fortunately, after being frozen for 47 years and wandering for another 3 years, his skills have not been completely abandoned.Although frozen capsules are generally suitable for intelligent systems, there is an entrance for manual maintenance in the corner.

The overall peeling speed is actually very fast. After a few minutes of groping with the mop, the doorway was figured out, and the chassis of the capsule was unloaded into seven or eight parts in a blink of an eye.The little mop, who has not said a word from the beginning until now, sat quietly on the side, handed him tools skillfully, and stared at Chus with black eyes from time to time.

Chus seemed relieved to hand the capsule to the mop. Instead of staring at the mop, he took out a black cylindrical bag from another cabinet he opened.

"Okay." The mop suddenly made a sound, and spread out its palms. In the palms lay three black boxes the size of pebbles, with thin tubes attached to them.

"It's hard work." Chusi picked up one with his hand down, and hung the very small replacement machine behind his ear very naturally. The thin curved tube just hung on the ear bone and extended from the side of the face.

The replacement machine was powered on, with a slight humming sound in my ears, working tirelessly beside my face.

Mop looked up, watching him carrying the heavy-looking cylinder bag, and took out a pair of sound-isolating earplugs from the box set aside.

"What are you doing?" Mop looked blank.

While walking towards the door, Chu Si said without looking back, "Go and appease that terrorist."

Mop: "...Then what are you carrying? Condolences?"

Chusi stepped out of the door with one foot, turned his head and smiled, "R-72 rocket launcher."

Mop: "..." It's a big trough that your family uses rockets to appease others? ! ! !