Many voices merged into a torrent and swept into Huang Bingkun's mind, allowing him to re-remember many things about the past. It was like many fragments, flowing together into a vast long river, which was ups and downs.
, mixed with countless people’s faces, with different shapes, colors, accents, and appearances. Like fragments of a movie, they flashed and disappeared deep in the memory. They spoke different words together, and they were in a
Among the different times and scenes, some he could remember, but others were completely unfamiliar.
The last ray of snow-white light penetrated his eyes, causing his pupils to shrink slightly. The light shrank little by little, revealing the longing shadows behind him. The shadows overlapped with each other, forming three people standing in front of him.
One of the hands held a light source, and the blurry vision gradually became clearer in the process.
"What is your name?"
"Huang...Bingkun."
"That's not what you said last time."
"No, that's my name."
"real?"
Huang Bingkun felt that his mind was like an ancient pendulum clock, running jerkily and slowly. The rusty spring would sometimes get stuck, as if it had entered a blank interval and had a breakpoint.
He was like a walking zombie. He spent a long time thinking about the answer to that simple question. The next moment, he was like a stiff stone sculpture, nodding his head incomprehensibly.
"yes……"
"Do you remember what you did a year ago?"
"..."
"remember?"
"Remember."
"What is it?"
"..."
"...As agreed, I brought a person to this place."
"What agreement?"
"...This is the agreement."
"this place?"
"...Yes, Stargate Port."
"Why?"
"for money……"
"How many?"
"Ten...two hundred and seventy thousand."
The roulette wheel of memory is fixed on a face, a big boy, obviously simple, with a good family background, and well-behaved. Although it is a bit funny, it is not annoying.
Then there was another person, but the latter's memory was a little confused, and the heavy shadows were returning to chaos.
The voice of the person in front of me is becoming stern, with a hint of unquestionable meaning:
"Huang Bingkun, if you think about it again, how much is it?"
"It's two hundred and seventy thousand."
There was a contemptuous smile on the man's face.
He took out a small thing and pressed a button, and the thing immediately made a sound:
"how many?"
"...170,000."
Or another sound, another number.
"Huang Bingkun," the man sneered: "I think you are determined to reach the Yellow River and are not going to tell us the truth. Do you know what your fate will be? If you continue like this, if you have any problems, you can go to the military court to complain.
alright."
Huang Bingkun sat there numbly.
Several different numbers were rolling up and down in my mind.
Sometimes it's seventeen, sometimes it's twenty-seven, or it changes to another number. The stern scolding in my ears also turns into a buzzing noise, which seems to really fade away, but still lingers in my mind.
, gathered into hundreds or thousands of voices. This voice reminded him of his youth, the long train passing through his hometown, the rumbling whimpering on the rails...
At that time, such trains had long become antiques, and there were only a few routes still in operation. Most of them had become the choice of tourists due to cost or other factors.
But the sound reminded him of the distant past, just like his childhood, the hometown where his parents lived. He felt like he was home and wanted to have a good sleep.
But someone immediately shook him awake.
"Huang Bingkun," the man asked again, "do you know his parents?"
"..."
"……do not know."
"You really don't know me?"
That dull feeling of thinking is back.
After a long time, he slowly shook his head.
The officer who asked the question stood up from his chair, not because the question and answer was over, but because the surroundings darkened and the lights in the space station went out and switched to a dark red tone. The siren sounded a whine.
There was a buzzing sound, and the next moment, a monotonous synthesized voice sounded above everyone's heads:
"In case of emergency, please inform personnel from all departments to pay attention and gather in area A-4 immediately."
"Play this again. In case of emergency, notify personnel in all departments to pay attention and gather in area A-4 immediately."
The gate at the back made a long inflating sound, and someone walked over from that side: "It's an emergency, everyone, our superiors asked us to go there immediately."
The officer pulled up the collar of his black trench coat, turned around and asked:
"what happened?"
"The first test has begun"
"People are here?"
A flashing red light reflected on the face of the visitor, who nodded.
Hearing these words, the officer fell silent, looked back at Huang Bingkun, who was lying down, and nodded slightly. "I've already asked something." He muttered, but didn't say much.
Let others pack up and leave immediately.
"Everyone checks what is left behind and exits one by one."
"I'm the last to leave."
"No tools can be left in this room."
“Everything you bring must be registered, and whoever’s items are missing will be held accountable.”
Soldiers and staff filed out.
The officer took one last look around, then pulled the switch, and the gate slowly closed, and he walked out quickly. The identity card was only on him, and the only external way to open it was locked, so everything was guaranteed to be foolproof.
…
Communication with the other world has been interrupted for thirty-six hours.
Standing in front of the officer was the ambassador in formal attire. Ambassador Liao was flipping through the electronic documents in his hand page by page while asking about the progress of this incident sentence by sentence.
"How's the question going?"
"I asked some questions, but the other party always had back and forth on key issues."
"Have you figured out the origin?"
The two of them were in a hall. There were obviously more than just them here. People were entering continuously in the passages in the eight directions of the hall. Most of them were soldiers, and there were also staff stationed at Stargate Port from various countries. People were looking up.
Head, looking through the alloy frame and glass dome of the A-4 area, looking at the flickering and changing giant ring outside.
But the officer did not look away and continued to answer the previous question:
"From the information sent back there, both parents are Chosen Ones."
"Is there a file?"
"There are some, not many, who are freely chosen, not famous, just ordinary."
"Has the time for entering and leaving the star gate been determined?"
"I entered a long time ago, and left thirteen years ago, on July 11th."
"Both of them together?"
"Together."
"The plane crash happened not long after that."
The officer nodded.
Ambassador Liao asked again: "How many times have the two of you returned to Earth before?"
"Yes, the first time was before the target was born. That time I stayed the longest, one year and four months, in this hospital. The hospital left a file record. Then there were two more times, but they were both
After that, Mr. Fang stayed in the care of his uncle and aunt until he left for Aitaria."
"His parents did leave him some money?"
"Yes, I still have a property, but I don't have much cash."
“Is that person connected to it?”
The officer shook his head: "At least there is no clue yet that there is any connection between the two parties."
"But it's impossible for a technical officer working in Stargate Port to take risks just for more than 100,000 yuan. Does he have any bad habits?"
After Ambassador Liao asked this question, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly, realizing that he had made a mistake in his haste. How could he have any bad habits if he was selected by Stargate Port.
In the early years, the review was more stringent. Although it is not as high as three generations now, it is definitely not a fake.
While the two were talking, suddenly a low whimpering sound came from above their heads.
It was like a huge metal structure, and the resonance it gave off was just like the roar of a giant beast in the deep sea.
It makes one's soul tremble.
Ambassador Liao and the officer raised their heads at the same time, looking at the ring representing the Star Gate. It suddenly decomposed and spread in all directions. Each of its components shone silvery-white in the sun, like a
As if it had lost its power, it was wandering aimlessly in the universe.
But that's just an appearance
On the backside of the outer ring, which is several kilometers long, countless small spacecraft are slowly pushing it into the predetermined orbit.
The changing and blurry light in the center of the star ring suddenly emitted a strong flash of light.
The strong flash caused the entire hall to let out waves of low exclamations.
Everyone couldn't help but turn around and close their eyes.
And the next moment, when they looked in that direction again, the star ring hanging above the earth, after nearly a century of operation, the open star gate finally disappeared. It seemed to turn into a flickering silver glow, just in time.
It descended from mid-air little by little, covering the huge vault in area A-4.
The history of Ring No. 1 is over.
Ambassador Liao looked at that direction for a long time. People of his generation have grown up with this huge star ring and have witnessed its rise, fall and end, so at this moment, there is a faint emotion in his heart.
"The Star Gate has entered the second stage."
After a long time, he turned around and said something to the officer.
The officer looked at this scene expressionlessly, and then nodded.
Liao Tianhua actually wanted to talk to his old friend at this time. Unfortunately, Su Changfeng was in Aitaria at the moment. The two worlds had been cut off for a day and a half. This was the only time since the launch of the Stargate Port project that both sides
Lost contact for more than twelve hours at one time.
The community is still under control.
But the core network should have gone out of control.
Some people may have guessed that the second phase of the project has started, but few people understand the real reason.
He let out a long sigh and then said:
"There is no way out for us from now on"
"But in fact, from the day we choose to take this step, we are destined to continue to move forward."
…
When Fang Yu woke up, he found himself in a dark environment.
In fact, his mind was still a little hazy, as if he had just had a long dream, but everything in the dream could not be remembered for a while. It seemed to be about a raid or a battle, and he still remembered some things that made him excited.
The scene seems like an unexpected windfall and similar scenes.
But after a while, he finally woke up and realized that what he remembered was not a dream, but everything that really happened.
Fang Plover slapped his mouth, which was a bit unpleasant.
The feeling of finally making a fortune, only to wake up one night and find that it was just a beautiful dream, is really a bit bitter, not to mention that it is not a beautiful dream, it is more like a nightmare.
He raised his hands, and there was a jingling sound. The heavy feeling on his hands told him that he was being handcuffed to something, and the same was true for his feet. Fang Plover then raised his head and looked around. The heart of the Dragon King gave him
The strength helped a lot, allowing him to see his environment clearly in the darkness.
This is obviously a prison.
Not far away were iron railings as thick as an arm, one after another, closely arranged, separating him from the outside space.
Not only that, he was wearing heavy shackles on his hands and feet. As soon as the iron chain was connected to the stone wall above his head, he subconsciously shook his hand. The feeling in response made him feel chilled. The other party obviously used his control gloves.
I took it away, as well as the alchemist's coat.
The information crystal pinned to the coat was naturally missing as well.
There are big and small clockwork fairies and some potions and materials.
The first thing that came to Fang Yu's mind was not how he should escape from this place, but the big loss this time. If he couldn't get all his equipment back, Fang Yu almost blacked out when he thought of this possibility.
Fainted again.
He looked at the shackles on his hands. They were obviously not made of metal, but this did not make him feel at ease. Instead, his heart felt cold. This thing reminded him of a kind of anchor stone. It was obviously impossible for the other party to use it.
Anchor stones are used to make shackles, but they must have similar functions.
Otherwise, you only need to use the most ubiquitous iron chain, and there is no need to do anything extra.
And if this is the case, it means that even if he commits suicide, he may not be able to escape from this place.
Thinking of this, Fang Plover raised his head and looked outside.
"What exactly is this place?"
"Is it the underground of Yunzhong Lighthouse?"
"Headquarters of the Eye of Revealing?"
He calmed himself down first. There was silence in the dungeon. There seemed to be a low and undulating sound coming from the darkness. After listening for a while, Fang Yu determined the source of the sound.
It's the sound of the wind.
The howling wind outside washed away the stone walls, and occasionally there was the sound of stones hitting the walls. This at least showed that even underground, he should be quite close to the surface.
While Fang Plover was listening attentively, he suddenly heard the sound of a chain being opened in front of him, followed by a squeaking sound of the door opening.