"Ding Meng, wake up quickly. It's time to get up, you big lazy bastard. Ding Meng, wake up quickly..."
Huh? This was the little bad voice. Ding Meng opened his eyes, and his vision gradually became clear from blur. This time, it was finally no longer a dark world. He saw light and light.
Next, he found himself lying on a bed. He was right. This was indeed a bed. It was made of a simple wooden frame with a straw mat spread on it. He was lying on this bed.
On the straw mat, there is a dry woody smell.
For most people, this smell is undoubtedly unpleasant, but for workers who have lived in the black gold base for a long time, this smell is simply a fragrance.
Ding Meng even sniffed it carefully, and wow, it was a real straw mat. He couldn't help but sit up like a carp, and then he realized that he was in a simple room.
There are no steel plates, no crystal plates, no metals, no sleeping chambers... All modern technological facilities are not available in this room. Of course, there is no humidity, darkness and unpleasant smell in the mining area.
In addition to the bed, there is a small table made of wood in this room. There are two straw piers beside the table, which are the most primitive and ancient straw stools in legend. The surrounding walls...can't be called walls at all, they are just used.
Made of round logs.
"Where is this?" Ding Meng felt very curious.
The little bad guy looked very happy: "This is planet TT12 close to the TCP121 nebula of the Nox Empire. Ding Meng, we escaped, we were saved, la la la la la..."
Ding Meng's spirit was also shaken. After such a long period of painful struggle and hard survival, God finally favored him and allowed him to survive. The most important thing was that he escaped from the Black Gold Base and survived. This kind of
The feeling of surviving the disaster is really exciting and happy.
Ding Meng couldn't help but ask: "Who saved us? Is it that Xin Jie?"
As soon as he asked this question, the conscious space in his brain suddenly passed through one picture after another: Skywalker chasing the Falcon spacecraft, the jellyfish aircraft searching and rescuing, the mecha team picking up the dormant capsule, and the dormant capsule being sent to the Imperial fleet.
A logistics ship, medical soldiers checking instruments, conversations between officers and adjutants...
The information that happened in the outside world during his dormancy poured into his brain in almost a second, allowing him to quickly know the whole story of what happened during this period. He asked curiously: "What is going on?"
Little Bad Road: "This is my event recorder. It is still working automatically while you are sleeping. Now it is transmitting information into your conscious space. There is only so much that Level 1 permissions can do."
"So that's it." Ding Meng sighed, "It seems that the officers of the Imperial Fleet have no ill intentions towards us. It's a pity that Xin Jie was taken to somewhere."
The little bad guy hummed and said, "You should pay more attention to yourself."
When she said this, Ding Meng immediately became alert. There was a slight energy fluctuation outside: someone was coming.
There was a door on the east side of the room, but it had no door panel. A curtain made of light yellow straw was opened, and a man wearing a five-pointed hat and a strange uniform walked in.
The man sat directly on the grass bench and took out a small handheld computer from his arms. Looking at the scratches and rust on the computer's exterior, it was estimated that this thing had been used for a long time.
The man was working on the computer and asked: "Name?"
Ding Meng was stunned for a moment.
The man raised his head and glanced at him: "Name?"
"Are you asking me?" Ding Meng finally came to his senses.
The man rolled his eyes: "Nonsense, I'm not asking you, are you asking about the table? Is there anyone else in this room?"
Although his tone was unkind, Ding Meng did not feel any hostility. Instead, he felt a sense of intimacy. However, he had developed a habit of being vigilant and asked instead of answering: "Who are you?"
The man laughed angrily: "No wonder they say you are an interstellar refugee. The country bumpkin has never seen the world. Listen carefully. My name is Douglas Fred, and I am the tribune of this area. You can call me Fred."
, seeing that you are not too old, you can also call me Uncle Fred."
Ding Meng suddenly smiled. He was used to staying in the Black Gold Base. There was too much fraud and distrust between people. They would never call each other "uncle". Now someone asked
Ding Meng only found it funny when he called him uncle.
This Fred looks a bit old, and the beard around his mouth is also a bit white. He is obviously a bit old, so there is nothing wrong with calling him uncle.
"Why are you laughing? Am I funny?" Fred stared.
Fortunately, the little bad guy was already explaining: "Ding Meng, this is a village on the outskirts of Qiuze City on TT12. You do not have the citizenship of the empire and are a foreigner. He is currently counting the foreigners in this area."
After hearing the explanation, Ding Meng quickly waved his hand to Fred: "No, no, protect... Mr. Tribune."
"Boy, I think you are sensible." Fred obviously found this title useful and continued to click on the computer, "Name?"
Ding Meng noticed that the edge of the computer and the five-pointed hat were inlaid with the same logo. He had seen this logo before on the underground battleship outside the dome: two daggers crossed together and bound by a steel ring.
It turns out that this is the symbol of the Nuoxing Empire. No wonder Julie said that the bamboo pole is an undercover agent sent by the empire to the Black Gold Base. It seems to be absolutely correct.
"Ding Meng, Ding of Ding people, Meng of masked faces." Ding Meng replied.
Fred said: "Age."
Ding Meng said: "20."
Fred asked: "Where are you from?"
Ding Meng said: "Black gold base."
Fred looked up again and his eyes widened: "I'm asking which planet and city your hometown is on?"
Ding Meng sighed: "I only know that place is called Black Gold Base, and I don't know which planet it is on."
Fred stared at him for a long time, and then sighed: "Forget it, I don't blame you, I also know that you interstellar refugees often don't know where you come from. Looking at your skinny appearance, I guess
I also suffered a lot. The commander on the space station told me that you were rescued by the cruise fleet during the interstellar patrol, so I won’t argue with you..."
Ding Meng looked at him and couldn't help but feel a little more close to him.
Fred said: "But, you are not a citizen of the empire, so you do not have many rights, and you must abide by the rules here. Now come out with me, and I will tell you the rules of this place."
"
Without his urging, Ding Meng had long been looking forward to seeing what kind of world was outside the house.
As soon as the curtain was opened, a burst of moisture hit his face. Ding Meng felt extremely refreshing. It had been too long since he had enjoyed pure coolness. He had always been in the heat before.
He was in a hot, dark and harsh environment, but this time, the outside world finally did not disappoint him.
