The world does not want to be represented

"what happened?"

When they put on the protective clothing and went out, Professor Hei had already knocked on the door of the next cabin, so they had to stop a person who was running out to ask.

"Heavy rain," the man couldn't explain clearly, his face turned pale from the cold, "the ship is too heavily loaded and is sinking, and will soon land head-on in the volcanic crater."

A scalding surface where sea water evaporates.

"How is it possible? The protection on the ship is at the highest level." Hearing this, the people on the side quickened their pace.

"There is an inner ghost," the man said bitterly, "if I can go back alive..."

"Let's go." Quan Shen didn't ask any more questions, and made a quick decision to get off the boat.

In the heavy rain and the evaporating white mist, people wearing heavy protective clothing lined up one by one.

The world outside the ship is not necessarily safer than on the ship.But they have no second choice, unless they wait until the ship crashes.

Among the crowd queuing to disembark, someone silently turned on the communicator, and heard a small trembling voice in the heavy rain.Others left messages to pray to God.

"Save it," the young man before heard it feeling irritable, "If you find something before you die, it will be considered worthwhile for you to die."

Xia Zhao watched quietly, and suddenly felt something empty in his waist. He looked down, and someone opened the safety and took the gun away.Beside him, Quan Shen was nowhere to be seen.

Xia Zhao's heart tightened slightly, and he separated from the crowd to search around.

The young man was still viciously taunting an old scientist who left a mixed message: "I really shouldn't have followed, the so-called elites are all demented..." He suddenly felt someone pat on the shoulder, because through the protective clothing, he almost Didn't feel it.

In the rainstorm, he reluctantly turned his head: "Who is it?"

The next moment, his protective helmet was taken off, and a gun was pointed at his temple for a moment.

The young man couldn't tell whether it was rain from the torrential rain or cold sweat streaming down his face: "Xia, Xia Zhao?"

Gunshots sounded.

Professor Hei looked up and saw a slender young man in the ear of a noisy young man, and fired a gun into the sky. The young man sat down slumped, the young man smiled and patted him on the shoulder, turned his head and walked away.

This familiar scene made Hei Lianhua's face darken beside Professor Hei.

The young man quickly turned down the cabin, saw the light white marks on the protective clothing, and frowned slightly.

Xia Zhao saw him and ran over. It was inconvenient to talk in the rain, so he could only look him up and down.Fortunately, no surprises.

Quan Shen put the gun back on his waist, and suddenly said, "I also want to pray."

"What? I remember you're not religious."

Quan Shen's eyes were calm: "Except for praying that the protective clothing did not cut corners, at this point, it seems that there is no way to hold those people accountable."

Xia Zhao's complexion changed slightly.

On the fourth day after disembarking from the boat and entering the volcanic group, the land finally learned the news of the crash of the giant ship and began to organize rescue.

On the fifth day, the volcano erupted.

Countless communicators lost their signal before they could send their last message.

Blue Star tried to launch a second gigantic ship project, but with little success.At this time, "Rain" ran out of working capital and sold the starships built by many facilities, which entered people's sight and became the last hope.

The first planet-wide cosmic migration appears in the interstellar annals.

The first starship that has sailed out of the blue star for several days is drifting in the universe, waiting for humanitarian rescue from other planets.

There are many people sitting in its conference room.

"Next, we will analyze the useful information through the communicators of the victims," ​​the director of the Blue Star Executive Department looked serious, "a total of... 340 pieces."

There were 5 people on the huge ship, and only more than 300 people left the last sentence.

Everyone in the meeting already knew about the huge ship, but they still turned pale when they heard this number.

Following the Secretary-General's signal, the conference room of the star cabin began to analyze the communication signals of the Blue Star Volcanic Group.Several people took pens and optical brains and began to prepare for recording.

"Zi la... we... zi la... didn't get anything. Nothing... zi la..."

Enter the second article.

It was humming a sleeping song from the United States. In order not to miss any important information, it was broadcast until the last ten seconds of silence.

nothing.Enter the next one.

"Zi...why did you catch up with...Zi la...death..."

Someone has put down the pen and made a slight noise on the table.

The Secretary-General's eyes moved: "There is one... It is a communicator signal from the former Major General of the Executive Department."

The Director's frown was slightly loosened: "Analyze this first."

He remembered that this was once a subordinate with good working ability.

"...good day."

The gentle opening remarks eased the heavy mood of the people seated.The Director's fingers were already tightly clasped.

"... On December 2397, 12 in the star calendar, we saw the starship sink. Three days later, in the volcano group, we found a barely survivable cave. The latitude and longitude coordinates are..."

It quickly reached the last ten seconds.

When Lan Jue lowered his head and held the pen to record, he suddenly thought of the song "Helios" in the snow.

The entire conference room fell silent.The secretary-general wanted to pour tea for him, but the director stopped him.

"Everyone has done their best. As a former member of the Executive Agency, I am honored to send away the thirteen survivors. They will arrive at the coast of Cape Hope in half a month. It is a matter of life and death. Please be sure to bring water and food to meet them in time... ..."

The Secretary-General couldn't help but smile.

"I am very sorry, there are not enough places for the lifeboat, there are still six people left. I will stay in the volcanoes and wait for the magnificent sunrise."

The voice that came out was still calm and firm, reminiscent of the warm sunlight on the sea.

Someone bowed their heads in silence.

The Secretary-General is sending the latitude and longitude coordinates to Blue Star, and notifying the survivors.

It is known that these may be the only thirteen people left on the whole ship.

And this newsletter may be the only one among the more than 300 messages, and it is also the last valid message.

"Good day, everyone."

Some people have moist eyes.

The sound of picking up the pen from the table again sounded one after another.

Lan Juan put down the pen for recording, and slowly squeezed her fingers tightly.

The last three seconds.

"...I promise you." The tender meaning of the last sentence in the communication is unclear.

People still recorded it.

ten days ago.

The beautiful volcanic group is in the rainstorm, and the ground still maintains high temperature.

At the last moment between crises, Quan Shen led more than 50 people to find a miraculous cave, even though it was still hot here, it was enough for them to survive.

His black hair was drenched by the rain, and there was still a gentle smile in his black eyes. He passed by his desperate companions and actively prepared for what he needed to survive.

"The temperature drops below zero at night. In order to prevent a sudden loss of temperature, flints are lit at dusk."

The high temperature started in the morning, and some people received some water every day, which formed a large amount of ice at night, and survived the extreme weather in the cave during the day.

……

When Quan Shen knelt down to drink water, Xia Zhao was looking at the communicator.Quan Shen didn't turn his head, he held the water bag and looked at the dusk outside the cave: "My teacher taught me to sing a song, do you want to listen to it?"

Xia Zhao: "I said long ago that you should leave with the lifeboat."

"Forget it if you don't listen." He was about to get up.

"..." Xia Zhao shut up.

He smiled and sat down again.

……

"...the cave is filled with his glorious presence..."

The people in the cave heard the singing and looked up to see the young former major general of the Executive Department sitting on the rock, with his black hair tied up meticulously.

Xia Zhao got his wish and cut his hair too long—it was too hot here during the day.

They lean on their shoulders.

Because Xia Zhao had cut her satin-like black hair short, the silvery white patch at the back of Quan Shen's head was exposed.

Xia Zhao touched it, and thought about that Lan's corpse in his heart.

As if aware of his thoughts, Quan Shen lay down, covered the mechanically synthesized scar, and said slowly: "It doesn't hurt."

The white mist gradually poured into the cave, the cave walls began to freeze, and the snow thorns were as clear as a pure white world.

Many people froze to death here due to insufficient food supplies.Almost every day someone loses vital signs.

At the beginning, some people persisted, but after that, the people who died of hypothermia became new supplies for some people.

One day, Xia Zhao sat next to Quan Shen without opening his mouth, looking at those people who were "supplying".

Quan Shen touched his forehead, he had a low fever, his face remained unchanged and he sat a little further away, so as not to be caught by Xia Zhao: "I want to die with dignity."

Xia Zhao looked back: "I want to ask you, is the last singing over?"

……

In the pure white world of ice and snow, the handsome young man in a white shirt seems to be born into it.He hugged the back of his head in the freezing night, leaning against the rock, humming the hymn of the sun god.

"...and the white mist stepped aside, allowing him to embrace the green earth..."

People sleep here, waiting for tomorrow or no tomorrow.

Finally, one day, a lifeboat that was not damaged much in the crash of the huge ship floated in the sea of ​​torrential rain.

Nineteen people remained.

Quan Shen counted the intact positions of the lifeboats, turned around, still smiling slightly: "I'll stay."

Xia Zhao stopped looking at the lifeboat and went inside to see if the ice had melted.After all, you need to drink water to stay here.

"I'll stay too." The speaker had swords and roses embroidered on his coat.In the hottest time, I didn't take off my coat.

One after another, three more people left the lifeboat.

When the thirteen people were sent away, the sun rose and dawn broke.Quan Shen took out the communicator and turned on the switch.

"Good day. Star calendar 2397..."

On the sea ahead, streaks of snowy daylight pierced into the frozen cave.

"...Stay here and wait for the magnificent sunrise."

[That light is one, must be a part of me. ]

Three days later, the sea water rising again in the torrential rain flooded the cave.

The man in the sword and rose coat sat on the rock, and at the last second, he still fulfilled the rules of the Executive Department with elegance, self-restraint, perseverance and courage.

Until the water was over his head.

……

Fortunately, Xia Zhao found an abandoned escape pod and pulled Quan Shen up.

Unfortunately, there is no effect here, their body temperature is dropping rapidly, even the eyelashes are covered with ice, and almost all the things on their bodies are washed away.

They hugged each other to sleep against the cold.Even if the stars sink at this time, meteorite rain, the end of the world, death without regret.

"He stood in the sky and walked down into the evening clouds of the Atlantic Ocean..." Some faint and hoarse tunes were not singing, floating in the sea water.

"Watching him leave, Yunyun will frown and cry..."

His voice was still loose and gentle, and the wound on his forehead was bleeding, as if under the flower tree in high school, the light and shadow of light red flowers flowed on his face.

Xia Zhao felt the glare of the sky shining through the sea water before his eyes. At the moment of life and death, he couldn't think of anything, only the sound of the cicadas singing and the rain of Emperor Xing Xia was left in his mind.

It turned out that the voyage from the Blue Star to the Emperor Star to the starry sky was just for the sake of being bald with his star at this time.

Quan Shen turned sideways, unaware that he pressed the communicator, and there was a slight "beep".

Suddenly nothing came to his ears.

Only in the blurred vision, the surging light of the sea informed Xia Zhao's voice to his eyes.

On Christmas Eve in the star calendar 2397, the footsteps of death will come slowly.Because love is like kissing, kissing their frozen eyebrows across the sea.

"I promise you."

The author has something to say: It's not the ending, dear cuties mua

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[The cave is filled with my radiant presence,]

[And the white mist gets out of the way, allowing me to embrace the green earth. ]

[That light is one, must be a part of me. ]

[I stand in the vault of heaven and go down in the evening clouds of the Atlantic; the clouds will frown and weep to see me go. ]

Shelley - "Praise of Apollo"