Walk alone in the abyss

Cole Harbor Prison is a medium-sized men's prison transformed from a kilometer-class comprehensive transport ship.

There is a permanent simulated gravity field here, and hundreds of cells are distributed on the upper and lower six floors, equipped with entertainment rooms, audio-visual rooms, rest areas, libraries, gymnasiums and other facilities.

Because it belongs to the interstellar court, this prison occasionally accommodates some exiled political prisoners, and the spacious single rooms on the highest floor are prepared for them.

The local criminals in Cole Harbor will be accommodated in the middle two floors, which are usually double or triple rooms, and each cell is equipped with an independent bathroom.

The bottom three floors are crowded and chaotic, and all the vicious criminals in exile in the interstellar world are accommodated, and the number of prisoners has seriously exceeded the standard.

Occasionally, you can find some evil star pirates here, and you can also find some serial murderers who are imprisoned at the bottom and are always in shackles, and you can also see some non-human but human-like cosmic beings. — Those who are not human will not be accepted here.

For the guards on the lower three floors, working in Cole Harbor Prison is not an easy job.

And the problem they are most afraid of encountering is like this:

There was a sudden burst of noise from the fifth floor of the prison. These prisoners, who were full of energy and could not get vent, frantically shook the bars of the cage, uttered strange screams, and stuffed the fingers that had just been pinched into their mouths. whistled.

Guards with guns gathered quickly and ran in the direction the prisoners were facing.

Harsh sirens rang through every corner of the fifth floor.

Guards with paralyzing batons came from everywhere, yelling at the prisoners to be quiet, and when the guards ran to the scene of the incident, none of them could keep calm.

Soon, the guards invited Gulipa, the deputy warden and the warden of the lower third floor.

Gulipa is an old gentleman wearing a tuxedo and holding a civilized stick. His hairline has receded to the top of his head, and his gray hair is a little messy. But when he appeared with a limp, the prisoners everywhere quickly fell silent. , completely lost the mania just now.

"Director, this is it."

Gulipa adjusted his monocle, frowned and looked at the cell ahead.

Behind thirty-two alloy metal rods at intervals of twelve centimeters, six strong men lay lying in the dark light and shadow.

They were arranged in an ellipse, with twelve arms dislocated, and each person's mouth was filled with the toes of the previous person, so that they were connected end to end, like a weird body-eating snake.

"Don't mess with them," Gulipa frowned, "Go outside and ask a professional orthopedic doctor to come over."

Several guards hurried away.

Gulipa looked at the strange young man who was quietly reading a book in the corner, and frowned tightly.

This young man has a standard Sherman appearance, with a broad forehead, smooth cheekbones, a straight nose bridge, and slightly sunken eye sockets, all of which are Sherman facial features.

"You did it?" Gulipa asked in a low voice.

Yang Ming put down the book in his hand: "They said they would perform a new style of wrestling for me, a newcomer. It is said that this is your local custom, and that's it."

"Yeah?"

Gulipa took a few glances at the six strong men lying on the ground, and then turned his head to look at the guards who sent Yang Ming in.

A guard bowed his head forward and whispered something next to Gulipa's ear.

Gulipa's eyes became more playful: "How did you do it? Imperial soldiers."

"I have received the strictest fighting training."

Yang Ming thought that the attack just now did not reveal his strength beyond normal people, and these six strong men were all knocked down by his skills.

The real cheating lies in his reaction speed that can make 'time seem to slow down'.

"I need to temporarily lock you up in a confinement room," Gulipa said, "This is the rule here."

Yang Ming asked, "Can I bring these books?"

"Of course, our prison implements the most humane management," Gulipa said with a smile. "If you can read books in that claustrophobic environment, that's a good skill."

Yang Ming stood up, and a large number of guards raised their laser guns at the same time. He walked to the corner without changing his expression, and brought the few dusty books introducing the customs of Cole Harbor and the jurisprudence of the International Court of Justice.

When they passed by those six strong men, the six completely immobile guys twitched all over, their eyes were full of horror, and their mouths kept whining.

Yang Ming showed a kind smile, handed the book to the guard, stretched out his hands, and was handcuffed and fettered under the watchful eyes of the laser guns.

Suddenly, a guard from the side made a move and slammed Yang Ming's neck with a baton.

Yang Ming frowned slightly, and his body reacted almost like a conditioned reflex, short body, tilting his head, shaking his shoulders, and taking a step back... The baton passed across Yang Ming's shoulder, and Yang Ming's hands had already been pushed to the guard's neck .

Yang Ming didn't really hit the opponent's neck, his fingers were still two or three centimeters away from the guard's neck, but the latter didn't dare to move, even struggling to breathe.

A few seconds later, the sound of the laser gun opening safety sounded around.

"Stop!"

Gulipa frowned and scolded: "Don't you think it's shameful enough! You bastards! Let you strengthen your training at ordinary times, and you will know how to deal with it!"

Before withdrawing his palm, Yang Ming patted the guard's throat, and said with a smile, "I am an active officer of the Sherman Empire. You can target me personally, but please don't provoke the dignity of the empire."

"Yes, yes sir," the guard whispered.

Yang Ming didn't say anything more, it's best to stop talking like this.

And the surrounding guards looked at him with a trace of fear.

Gulipa's eyes flickered, and he said calmly: "Send him to the No. 3 confinement room for seventy-two hours, and... three meals and fresh water will be provided normally."

Yang Ming squinted and smiled.

The name of the strongest empire in the galaxy is really easy to use.

...

The confinement room was a narrow room of six square meters, and the conditions were not as bad as Yang Ming thought.

The most difficult hurdle here is actually seventy-two hours of hunger, but the superintendent Gulipa took care of him, which made Yang Ming feel much more comfortable.

Reinvented people need nutrition even more.

The six metal walls exude a milky white light, apart from the metal walls, there is nothing else here.

Yang Ming made a simple cushion out of military uniform trousers and coat, wearing only a small vest and boxers, and opened the travel book introducing the customs and customs of Cole Harbor.

Soon, he found several local maps of Cole Harbor and printed the information in his mind.

Yang Ming didn't know whether it was Hanton who was so smart since he was a child, or whether the Valkyrie gene liquid was also strengthening his brain, he seemed to have the ability of photographic memory.

That's nice, at least not a bad thing.

After a few hours.

Yang Ming, who finished his simple lunch, made a small pillow out of the books he had read, lay there comfortably, and began to think about the way ahead.

When he was on the research ship, he had no chance to think about it at all.

Yang Ming hates some grand propositions, such as saving the world and saving the earth.

That's not something he can do alone.

However, Yang Ming felt that if he had the ability, he should save his family. His parents had worked hard for most of their lives, but they hadn't had time to enjoy life; and even though he had a bad personality, he always robbed him of snacks and stole his toothbrush. Shoe's high school student sister...

'Brother, how much dowry will you spend to marry a sister-in-law who is as beautiful as me! Oh ho ho! '

The dead memories suddenly started to attack the brain, making Yang Ming feel bad.

Whether to save her or not, let's discuss again.

Yang Ming briefly summarized all the problems, and finally raised three questions for himself:

①Why did he come to this world, and who sent him to this world.

②What is the meaning of his coming here, or what he can do.

③ What benefits can he gain by using the information he knows.

Yang Ming couldn't answer the first question based on the current available information.

No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with science, and it is not related to metaphysics. In fact, it is still a scientific issue.

Yang Ming can now answer half of the second question.

If after 30 years, the players on Earth appear collectively, no matter how they appear, I must find a way to tell them that the game "Abyss" is not just a game, and that human beings are a common species in the galaxy.

It is very likely that it is an exam given by the advanced civilization to the civilization of the earth. If the exam cannot be passed, the final result is that the earth is destroyed by the Ninth Scourge.

Although there are still too many mysteries in it;

However, based on the existing information and his own experience, Yang Ming had no choice but to relate the plot of the "Ninth Natural Disaster" after five years of "Abyss" to the destruction of the earth.

That's right, Yang Ming felt that the first thing he could do was to live through thirty galactic years and give his own civilization a tip-off.

【Minx Port】.

The place name suddenly jumped to my mind.

According to the player's perspective, under the guidance of alien civilizations, humans on Earth engage in technology in cutscenes, fill up the technology tree in character dialogues, and step into interstellar civilization at the speed of light.

Minx Port is the first stop for players after they step out of the earth thirty years later.

Players will choose their own camp in Minx Port, determine their own development direction, test spaceship driver's license, professional instrument operation certificate, etc.

Yang Ming felt that if he could find Minx Harbor, it would be possible to discover Earth in advance.

"Ding dong," Yang Ming muttered to himself in his heart, "Unlock main mission 1: Find Minx Harbor."

This damn sense of ritual.

The third question is more complicated.

Yang Ming carefully recalled the game events that impressed him deeply, as well as the extremely rich historical background of "Abyss".

To be honest, he seldom pays attention to the plot of the game when he plays the game, which leads him to have only a vague impression of many important events.

And it is still thirty galactic years before the game server was launched.

"Um?"

Yang Ming suddenly remembered a very interesting thing.

Omnic Twilight.

Yang Ming once saw an interview with a player who became a billionaire by playing the game two or three years ago, that is, the third year after the game "Abyss" was launched.

The player discovered a hidden planet in "The Abyss", obtained the actual control of the city named 'Mnic Twilight', and obtained hundreds of millions of dollars by reselling the control to the group behind the large army. family property.

In that interview, the player revealed many detailed details-how he drove the mine ship into the dust belt by mistake, how he entered the vortex, and how he picked up the control key.

Even, the Chosen One gave a first-person view of the scene, returning to the star field in the "Abyss" game, and reenacting the journey of exploration.

Yang Ming was extremely envious of this player.

And now...

'Sorry, Chosen One. '

Yang Ming smiled guiltyly, and then forgave himself cheekily.

Oh yes, and most importantly.

I need enough gene-stabilizing agents, or gene-inhibiting fluids.

In "The Abyss", the main reason why the reformed fighters need krypton gold is to continue to buy gene stabilizers or gene inhibitors, otherwise the transformed fighters will lose their combat power, and they will grow hair all over their bodies and have swollen muscles...

These are just the punishment mechanisms in the game, and the cost of losing control of the player's genes is minimal.

But now, if Yang Ming does not take gene-stabilizing drugs for a long time, the result may be the fate of Ji Ge in "The Lost Voice"-losing his mind, turning into a sarcoma monster, and becoming the next ancient god life form.

So far, Yang Ming made a brief summary.

The most urgent task at present is to find a stable channel for the gene stabilization agent. You must get a new stabilization solution before the gene stabilization solution in your body fails.

The follow-up stage goal - to find the Minsk port and the Twilight of the omnic.

In order to achieve these two goals, the props Yang Ming needs most now are...

A spaceship that can jump. Note: It is best to be able to drive automatically.

This difficulty is not low.

...

Three days passed by in a flash.

Yang Ming ate and slept, slept and ate, and felt that he had gained a lot of weight.

Several heavily armed guards brought Yang Ming to a clean four-person room, where a fat man and an old man lived, both of whom seemed to be easy to get along with.

Yang Ming briefly introduced himself, shook hands with the two of them respectively, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep on the hard board bed covered with a simple mattress.

The two roommates were knowledgeable and nervous.

They naturally heard about the "passionate" story between this new Sherman Empire soldier and six big men, so they moved their respective wooden beds to the corners, kept a safe distance from Yang Ming, and gave them to Yang Ming. The site is spacious enough.

Yang Ming originally wanted to ask them about the basic situation of the prison and the precautions for escape, but now it seems that they still need a certain amount of time to get along with each other.

There were also a few books on the simple bookshelf in the corner, and Yang Ming began to read them with great interest.

The text inside is the common language of the galaxy, which is similar to the text of the Sherman Empire, and Yang Ming still struggled to read it at first.

Da da da.

The continuous impact of the soft leather heels against the metal ground drove away Yang Ming's concentration.

"Number 0639, Hendon."

When lunch was approaching, Gulipa, the supervisor holding a square glass, appeared at the door of the cell and said in an elegant tone:

"Reception Room No. 12, your boss is waiting for you."