Zombies don't need to rest

The Federal Academy of Sciences, which has been fighting more and more courageously, has set its sights on the most critical black technology product that Luo Jincheng has produced: the energy card.

Also since then.

The big ship of the Federal Academy of Sciences, which had just set sail, crashed into an iceberg from an unknown technological field, and gradually sank into a huge bottomless abyss.

For 80 years, the energy card project has made no progress.

Research in other fields also encountered problems one after another, which led to a series of accidents, coupled with personnel iterations, and changes in the overall social environment of the Federation.

Thirty years ago, they were no longer able to conduct any research, and began to serve as cheerleaders for Luo Jincheng under the leadership of the current dean.

Jiang Yang looked at Sun Hai and said, "I will ask Feng Wenbin and the others to build a hospital near the No. [-] base city as soon as possible, but the manpower is not easy to deal with. I am afraid that new humans will not be so easy to accept a zombie to treat themselves."

Sun Hai frowned: "I'll think of a way."

Jiang Yang nodded: "Okay, the construction over there has just started, and the hospital will take time to build. If you can solve these problems, we will focus on that side. If not, we will only get one here. Then find a way to expand it.”

A car suddenly drove over in the distance, and when it stopped near Jiangyang, a young man jumped out: "Mr. Jiang, there is your courier, and Mr. Feng asked me to deliver it."

Jiang Yang walked over with a smile: "Thank you."

The boy breathed a sigh of relief.

He belongs to Feng Wenbin, but he has just passed the assessment, and this is the first time he has seen Jiang Yang.

Unexpectedly, the legendary Mr. Jiang was so kind, and he replied with a smile: "It's just that the way in is not easy, but the things are tied up very firmly, so there should be no problem."

Under the curious gazes of Sun Hai and Wei Yixiu, the young man unloaded a large box at the back of the carriage, followed Jiang Yang's instructions, placed it at the door of the warehouse not far away, and left.

Watching his car leave, the two walked over and asked curiously, "Brother Yang, what is it?"

Jiang Yang pushed open the door of the warehouse, walked in and opened the outer packaging of the box with a smile, revealing a rectangular cabinet inside.

Patting the cabinet door lightly, Jiang Yang smiled and said, "Come on, let me introduce you."

After speaking, he opened the cabinet and introduced with a smile: "This is Guo Wu."

Then he pressed a button on the side of the cabinet as the two looked on suspiciously.

After a weak energy fluctuation, the fixing straps inside the cabinet were opened one by one, and a faint white air-conditioning floated out.

Sun Hai frowned and walked over to see the bullet hole on Guo Wu's forehead and the big hole above the back of his head, then turned his head and asked Jiang Yang: "Brother Yang, what are you doing, how did you do it?"

Jiang Yang pointed to the outer packaging that was thrown aside: "Didn't you say that, logistics is available everywhere, cold chain transportation, fast express delivery, freshness is guaranteed."

Sun Hai rubbed his forehead speechlessly: "No, what I mean is, Brother Yang, how did you get this guy's body back? And from what it looks like, he should have been processed and preserved not long after he died? "

Jiang Yang said with a smile: "The city's general security force at Base No. [-] is full of my people. Is it difficult to ask for a corpse?"

Sun Hai carefully closed the cabinet door and looked at Jiang Yang: "Brother Yang, let's call if we have anything to do next. In addition, you can just go and have a look at the results of the fish fry analysis. I will deal with it first. Mr. Guo Wu, when the institute is completed, he will be my first official project."

Jiang Yang shrugged his shoulders to get out of the way, and Sun Hai carried the cabinet and left without looking back.

Glancing at Wei Yixiu next to him, Jiang Yang picked up the package on the ground and said with a smile: "The dean of science wants to flatter, the rich want to sentence the shooter to death, the spectators want justice, and the mayor wants stability. Only ordinary people who have been really hurt can keep their mouths open and say nothing."

"It just so happens that we need corpses for research, so that's fine. You help me and I help you. Everyone is happy to get what they need. Speaking of which, the cold chain transportation is good. How about we use this logistics if there is such a thing in the future?"

127 Message from Deep Space

In the quiet deep space of the universe, a huge aviation plane is flying with a blue tail flame, but due to the lack of a cargo warehouse below, the whole plane looks a bit top-heavy.

In the cockpit, Hong Yanhong sat quietly in the captain's seat in the middle, calmly looking at the starry sky outside the window.

The equipment used to maintain the air in the cockpit had been turned off by him.

Zombies don't need to breathe, so he turned the excess oxygen reserves into fuel.

But this aircraft is manufactured for human driving after all, so there is still a small part of the mixed air used to ensure the environment in the cockpit that cannot be converted.

But this is also good, the music played by the small speaker in front of the bridge can fill the entire cockpit.

The thing has been playing songs from before the cataclysmic era since he left lunar orbit.

He was irritable at first.

I am going to find the great zombie monarch, but this thing often plays some sad-sounding tunes, as if to surpass myself.

But after all, he has never learned this technology, and he still doesn't know how to turn off this thing unless he breaks it violently.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to adapt to this environment, and he also found that he could change the track with a small button on the back of the speaker.

In the past three months or so, he has gradually adapted. He is sitting in the cockpit of the most advanced aviation fighter jet in the Federation, listening to songs from more than 200 years ago, sailing in the empty deep Such a strange setting in the air.

"Drip, the signal was successfully captured, the connection was established, the communication transmission error was corrected, and the correction was successful."

A loud beep suddenly came from the horn.

The music was interrupted, Hong Yanhong opened his red eyes and looked at this strange little thing curiously.

"This is the Windless Ground Command. May I ask whether the pilot of [Romantic - Deep Space Wanderer (0511)] is alive."

After the mechanized voice repeated three times, Hong Yanhong finally said, "I'm living well."

After a while, the horn sounded again: "After 10 days of flying, the remaining working fluid of the Romantic is running low. After three or ten minutes, your remaining working fluid will not be enough for the return flight. Please confirm now whether to return to the voyage .”

Hong Yanhong frowned and looked at the console in front of him. The central computer controlling the space shuttle did not remind him of this, but how did these guys calculate it?

He didn't understand, and he wasn't going to return.

There was silence in the cockpit, and time just passed by.

With 10 minutes left, the horn sounded again: "In 10 minutes, you will miss the last chance to return."

Hong Yanhong still didn't make any move.

And that horn will send out a crisp "Dididi" sound reminder every 1 minute.

"30 seconds countdown, 29..."

Hong Yanhong sat on the chair and frowned at the small speaker.

He didn't know what this so-called windless system was, because he had never heard of such a hidden and powerful force in the world.

He just quietly listened to the countdown to zero.

The sound disappeared, and not long after, a familiar voice came from the speaker, it was the guy when he left.

"Hi Hong Yanhong, first of all, on behalf of myself and all Wufeng members, I would like to congratulate you on officially embarking on the journey of no return in deep space."

The tone of the speech sounded very relaxed, not at all the coldness when he told himself not to return to the voyage.

Hong Yanhong frowned and asked again: "Who are you?"

A few minutes later, the horn sounded again: "Introduce yourself, my name is Jiang Yang. As for my identity, I am a zombie and a laid-off worker. My main job now is to do something I like with my brothers. By the way, take care of the children."

Hong Yanhong frowned.

He knew Jiang Yang's name, the guy from No. 11 base city, his friend Pei Bin was there.

And it is only through him that I have the opportunity to land on the moon and get this plane.

Looking at the quiet speakers, he asked, "How is Pei Bin?"

Soon Jiang Yang's voice sounded again: "During the day, he will help with construction at the construction site in the Ninth Street District, and at night, he will attend classes, and his life is quite fulfilling. Wait a minute, I will call him over."

Hong Yanhong waited quietly.

After a while, Pei Bin's voice actually came from the speaker: "Brother Hong? How are you doing now? Brother Yang just told me that you have no way to return."

Hearing the familiar voice, Hong Yanhong suddenly grinned.

As my only friend, but in this matter, I really lied to Pei Bin.

Looking at the loudspeaker in the corner of the console, he said apologetically, "From the very beginning, I didn't plan to go back. Believe me, I will definitely find the monarch. Can you still hear that voice now?"

After a while, the loudspeaker sounded Pei Bin's voice: "It's gone. I'm living a fulfilling life now. My friends here are all very nice. We're building our new home, and we're also planning to help those young people survive. The world is recovering, and now wild fish and birds can be seen outside."

Hong Yanhong curled his lips, and said loudly devoutly: "When I find the monarch, you will see a better world. Human beings should live in pigsty as food."

His red eyes sparkled as he spoke, staring intently at the vastness of space ahead.

He expects that he can find the legendary monarch, but at the same time he doesn't know where he should go.

Pei Bin stopped talking, and Jiang Yang's voice sounded again from the speaker: "Besides congratulations, I need to remind you of the second thing. The direction you are sailing at the moment is the most likely monarch-level ship in my personal estimation. place, but no one can be sure of the result, so no one can guarantee whether your voyage will achieve the intended effect."

Hong Yanhong replied calmly: "I believe I will meet."

NO.11 In the underground command post in the ninth block of the base city.

Jiang Yang sat in the middle with his earphones on, next to him were the twelve team leaders except Sun Hai and Pei Bin.

Dong Quanyun should have continued to lead the zombies to work in the industrial area today.

But considering that today is the day when Hong Yanhong officially embarked on the road of deep space exploration, he temporarily handed over the scene to other zombies.

Hearing Hong Yanhong's voice, he frowned and asked Jiang Yang: "But at his speed, even if he starved to death in the cockpit after running out of living matter, he might not be able to fly too far."

Jiang Yang nodded: "He left too hastily, it's a pity we don't have our own plane, otherwise, if we prepare enough living matter, we can carry out a longer deep space exploration, maybe we can really find those guys by then. "

Dong Quanyun looked at the current position of the Romantic, and suddenly asked Jiang Yang curiously: "If he just sits in the cockpit like this all the time, if there is no battle loss, how long will it take for him to starve to death?"

Jiang Yang thought for a while and replied: "I have never encountered such a situation. There has never been a starving zombie in this world."

The zombies in the command post were silent, and Jiang Yang said calmly: "The body wear and tear of the zombies mainly comes from the battle, but the biggest problem for him now is the natural wear and tear in the radiant energy environment."

"The speed of this loss is related to the intensity of the radiation energy, but none of us know the extent of the radiation range of the black sun, and if the energy is really reduced due to the distance problem, then the problem he needs to face most at that time On the contrary, it is not the loss of the body but the depletion of energy."

He pointed to the position of the plane in the picture and said: "This plane also uses radiation energy as its sole power source. If the energy decreases or fluctuates violently, then it may break down halfway. Fly somewhere or crash on some planet."

The zombies didn't speak, and Jiang Yang said in a deep voice: "In short, it's too early to rush into deep space exploration in this period. Even Luo Jincheng hasn't made such preparations. He is really a little too impulsive."

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the speaker next to it.

In the deep space of the distant universe, Hong Yanhong frowned and looked at the computer screen that suddenly lit up.

At a certain moment just now, the central computer of this plane was activated by an unknown condition.

Moreover, a mechanized voice came from the bottom of the screen:

[The body detection is completed, the data is confirmed, and the Yaoguang No. 0001 database is unlocked. The following will play for you: YG-[-] No. recording]

In the underground command post, Jiang Yang frowned and looked at Dong Quanyun, who was quickly operating on the machine beside him, and asked, "What's going on?"

Dong Quanyun said with some doubts: "No signal transmission other than ours has been detected. This is a program that has been set in the central computer long ago. It was loaded into the aircraft at the beginning of its construction. But why install a signal inside the computer?" trumpet?"

Jiang Yang looked at the plane still flying in the picture.

Hong Yanhong probably didn't understand the situation, and he hasn't spoken yet.

Just when both sides were silent.

The plane's central computer beeped again.

But they were all stunned when they heard the speaker clearly.

"Luo Jincheng?"

Jiang Yang squinted his eyes, and it was indeed Luo Jincheng's voice that came back from the speaker.

He sounded a little tired, and his voice was very low: "I don't know if you are a human, a zombie, or something else, but since this recording can be triggered, you must be heading to the infinite at this moment." On the road to the stars, congratulations."

Hong Yanhong tilted his head and looked at the speaker next to the console.

Is this really a Federal Aviation aircraft?

First, there was the Windless Tavern, where a loudspeaker and a more concealed data transmission system were secretly installed behind everyone's back.

Now Luo Jincheng made a trigger recording here again, and also hid a speaker under the computer screen.

They are so mysterious and able to hide like this, and they all pop out to congratulate me when I am destined not to go back.

Damn, are you two on the same team?

But he didn't say much, just continued to listen to Luo Jincheng's voice: "It's the 100th year of the Era of Cataclysm. I really didn't expect it to be so long since that disaster."

Hong Yanhong frowned subconsciously, but he didn't realize what the problem was, but the zombies in the underground command post had already started talking.

The Yaoguang-159 space shuttle was manufactured in the year [-] of the Cataclysm Era.

At that time, the zombies in the Windless Tavern had already stood at the forefront in various fields, so some zombies more or less participated in the design of this aircraft in various ways.

And the information transmission system that allows them to communicate with Hong Yanhong now, and the speaker hidden under the console, were secretly hidden at that time.

Of course, this matter requires the cooperation of people from the factory, but in the fourth base city responsible for the final assembly, people from Wufeng Tavern also participated in the whole process of manufacturing.