Five years later.

The 275th year of the Nova Ephemeris, the eighth galaxy, Beijing β-star.

"Beijing β" is a star of a big street. Each galaxy has a dozen "Beijing Star", "London Star" or "Zimbabwe Star" series, just like in the ancient Earth era, many cities in China had "Beijing Road" and "Nanjing Road".

Perhaps because of this name, Beijing β-star has an oriental temperament, and many residents have more or less brought some ancient Chinese bloodlines - of course, in the ghost place of the Eighth Galaxy, even if they bring the blood of ancient dragons, they don’t think about living a decent life.

It is said that among the top ten daily headlines of other mainstream media in galaxies, one must be lamenting that the people of the eighth galaxy are living in dire straits.

They also gave this place an alias called "Desert".

There are eight galaxies in the alliance. The first galaxy where the capital star Votou is located is of course the spire of the pyramid. The further back the row, the further away from Votou, the more relatively lagging the development. When it comes to the eighth galaxy, it is basically the sewer of the pyramid.

The reason why the Eighth Galaxy has become a "desert" is natural and historical. The lack of resources and inconvenience of transportation are one aspect, but more of it is a historical problem. This matter must be talked about from the beginning, that is, the child has no mother and has a long story-

In the old ephemeris era more than two hundred years ago, the Alliance and the Interstellar Pirates were fighting lively. The members of the Interstellar Pirates were also descendants of ancient Earthlings. They were not ets with tennis. They were not called "Interstellar Pirates" at first, which sounded like a villain, and it was not just one force. After the Alliance government controlled most of the galaxy regimes, in order to save trouble, they collectively called all anti-government organizations that refused to recognize the alliance "Interstellar Pirates".

The eighth galaxy is "living in a group" and is like a pitiful island compared to the other seven galaxies that are grouped together. In order to fight against the powerful alliance, a small group of anti-government forces were forced to form alliances and confront each other with the eighth galaxy as a stronghold. At the beginning of the Nova Episode, the Eighth galaxy was occupied by the Interstellar Pirates for a hundred years. It was not until the Nova Episode 136 that it was recaptured by General Lu Xin, the then Alliance general, and re-established the channel with the other seven galaxies.

Over the past century, the alliance has developed rapidly under the two searchlights of science and humanities. The Eighth Galaxy has been wandering in the constant conflicts between the pirates, "You sing and I will appear" by civil strife. At both ends of the channel, an irreparable gap has gradually opened up. The gap between the two sides is almost the same as that of contemporary Homo sapiens and ancient chimpanzees.

After General Lu Xin recovered the lost land, the alliance sent people to the Eighth Galaxy to investigate and found that the ghost place had nothing to do and was worthless. So he established a "democratic and autonomous" government in the Eighth Galaxy, which means releasing these chimpanzees to nature and letting them play with them.

There are important occasions for the alliance. When representatives of the chief executives of major galaxies are required to attend, the chief executives of the other seven galaxies have their own brand names, but the representatives of the eighth galaxy do not have names, and the brand is simply printed with the "eighth galaxy". It is not that the alliance engages in regional discrimination, but because these orangutans often fight in internal conflicts, the chief executive and their government are basically one-time, and the representatives change people every day, so everyone has no idea who is who, so they have to call them "race name".

Anyone who has some solutions has tried every means to immigrate, and the rest are poor people abandoned by the times in the desert.

In the eighth galaxy, Beijing β-Star is quite decent. It is the most populous planet. Although it is chaotic and depressed, there are still some surviving industrial and interstellar shipping routes operating, which can make people live.

The night is low, and on the beta star in Beijing, a slow bus pulls a sleepy passenger and drives slowly along the road. The painted body of the car is mottled, and the words "Star River Transport" are mottled so that only "Rike Cloud Cars". The artificial intelligence driving may be a "artificial intelligence retarded", with a damage rate of more than 95%. Currently, only the "super safe mode" is left to be used. You can move forward quickly in the night and honk the whistle every five minutes.

There was not a single complete window on both sides - it was smashed by residents along the way who were awakened by the sound of night car whistles.

The car is airy and dusty, and no one maintains it. Because the "Xinghe Transportation" company has been closed for two hundred years, there is only such an insufficiency-stop urban bus system, which runs automatically every day.

It was the local winter. Due to the planetary orbiting laws, the winter of Beijing β-Star is very long. According to the unified nova ephemeris, it will take three years to complete. However, the city's constant temperature heating system has already stopped operating due to lack of money. The bitter cold wind invaded the unprepared human city-state and passed through the car windows. The poor passengers wrapped their indecent coats tightly, like a nest of quails burying their heads under their wings.

Most of the people who can use this kind of free bus are poor, and there are many homeless people, all of whom are so dirty that they cannot tell the male, female, and young. Fortunately, the carriage is not sealed, otherwise the smell of these passengers would be able to make up a biochemical gas bomb.

In the corner of the last row of "Rikeyun Car", there was a drunk girl sitting. Her face made her makeup look so bad that she couldn't tell her age. She was not afraid of the cold. She was wearing a jacket, revealing her strange-shaped underwear, and had a skull tattooed on her waist. Judging from her appearance, this person should be a female hooligan who is not easy to mess with.

The girl had a backpack about one meter high under her feet, with headphones stuffed, and was leaning against the tattered chair back. Her eyes closed and rested, her expression was a little irritable - because she was not awakened from the hangover, there was a naughty child in the car crying all the time. The crying was extremely penetrating, and even the deafening music in the headphones could not resist.

She barely endured it for a few minutes, couldn't bear it anymore, so she pulled off her headphones and prepared to go and find some trouble.

But strangely, the noise disappeared as soon as the headphones were taken off.

The girl looked around in anger, but within her eyes, there were only half-dead adults in the carriage, each curled up to shelter from the wind, and there were no children at all. She bent in a daze, suspected that she was hallucinating, shook her head, stuffed her head with a suspicious look, pulled her hood down again, and closed her eyes sleepyly.

Just as her drunkenness surged again, and when she was not asleep, a child's sharp crying sound penetrated her eardrum like a needle: "Mom!"

The girl opened her eyes with a trembling heart. The "Rikeyun Car" happened to stand by, let out a long sigh and stopped.

She turned off the music and heard it clearly this time. The child's miserable cry came from not far away and was constantly drilling into her ears.

But...where did the kids come from this ghost place?

The station sign was stolen by someone for a long time, and the street lights were also killed in groups. It was dark and dark. Not far away was a large path with dirt, connecting with each other. The eyes in the middle of the night were passing through the stained corners, as if they were peeping out. The "artificial intelligence retarded" driving had another problem, and the "terminal station prompt" sounded in advance. Before the passengers protested, they automatically entered dormant. The passengers had to line up to get off the bus.

The girl frowned, carried her luggage, and followed several tired passengers. In front of her was a middle-aged man wrapped in a thick cotton coat, very thin, holding a pale and thin old man in his hand. The old man was pulled and staggered by him, and just hit her.

The little girl gangster's eyebrows were raised, and before she could show her true heroic nature, she suddenly had a flash of tears in front of her. She rubbed her smoky eyes covered by mascara, and suddenly saw that the old man who hit her was rejuvenated and turned into a little boy!

"Am I poisoned by drinking fake wine?" She muttered in her heart, then closed her eyes hard.

As the image in front of her went from blur to clear, the girl discovered that the person in front of her was indeed a child. She looked like she was two or three years old and couldn't walk steadily. She was wrapped in a dirty rag and a corner of her clothes were exquisite. Although she cried so hard that she was very unsightly, she could still see her skin and tender flesh.

The child was strangled by the "homeless man" beside him, grasped his wrist with the other, and carried away without touching his feet. He kept struggling and crying, but no one looked up, and even no one looked strange on his face - I'm afraid they were just like her just now, only seeing a crazy old homeless man making a fuss.

This is a collective hallucination!

The girl's pupils shrank slightly, and she suspected that the "homeless man" was a human trafficker with black technology, so she followed her quietly.

The "home" carrying the child did not care about a little girl's movie. After getting off the car, he walked straight into a narrow alley. There were several dilapidated small houses in the narrow alley. The deepest part was a black bar. The shadowy night lights on the back door of the bar were like fireflies, scattered on the thin snow, which finally allowed night travelers to see the road clearly. The sharp cry of children echoed in the narrow alley, but failed to alarm anyone.

This cannot be a hallucinogen - whether it is on the bus just now or in the narrow alley, the howling night wind is enough to sweep away all biochemical products.

The girl pushed her hood up with one shoulder bag and called out to the homeless man: "Hey, stand up."

The "tramp" paused slightly, and his hands were fiercely pinching the back of the child's neck, but his face was filled with a cowardly and flattering smile. His shoulders were slightly bowed, his neck was shrank, and he looked cowardly and didn't want to cause trouble. He stammered: "Call me... call me?"

The girl narrowed her eyes alertly, raised her chin, and lit the child in his hand: "Is this your child?"

The expression of the "tramp" suddenly changed, his expression flashed for a moment, and he forced a smile: "What...what? You... look--wrong, right? Where is there a child? This old guy looks like... like an old monkey. He is a small person, not a child, look."

He said, pushing the person in his hand to the girl. For a moment, the girl felt like there was a broken screen in front of her. The little boy who was crying was stretched and shortened, and jumped into a phantom, sometimes describing the vulgar old homeless man, and sometimes turning into a crying child, flashing back and forth.

She frowned, took two steps forward, and tilted her head calmly: "It's strange."

The "tramp" saw that she was fooled, and she opened her mouth wide and laughed out loud: "Look, I, what do I say--what..."

Before he finished speaking, the girl suddenly pulled out a bottle of wine from her bag and moved her hands in a flash. The bottle and the tramp's forehead were in close contact, and the sharp broken glass shreds were everywhere. The pungent smell of inferior alcohol spread. The female hero held half of the wine bottle and smeared the remaining lipstick on her mouth, and spat out, "Bao": "Battleman, fool your grandma?"

The wine flowed down the head and face of the "homeless man", and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, his eyes were sinister and cold, revealing blood. Then, he threw the child aside, and the bones around him rang out randomly, and his whole body stretched and widened like an inflatable, and he became a burly man close to two meters tall!

The arrogant girl suddenly looked straight away from looking up, and was a little confused for a moment, and subconsciously took a step back: "You..."

The "bumble man" smiled, his mouth was as long as he opened his mouth and revealed a bloody mouth: "I said, it turned out to be a disabled person with vitiligo."

As soon as the word "disabled" fell, the girl's face suddenly changed, from fear to furious, and she flew up a pussy kick. While the other party bent down, she grabbed the other party's hair and pressed it down. Half of the wine bottle tugged hard at his face - this series of movements was steady, accurate, and it can be seen that the street fighting was rich in experience and a senior gangster.

But the sharp half-parted wine bottle poked the man's face, but it slipped, and even a layer of oily skin was not broken. His face was hard and pale, and the texture seemed to be some kind of metal.

The "home" moved his neck indifferently, gently grabbed her hand that was pulling her hair, as if he picked up a cat and grabbed the girl.

The wine bottle fell to the ground, and the girl struggled in mid-air, looking at the reflective face in shock: "You...you are not human."

The "home" showed a strange smile, and pinched her head like a palm-leaf fan, and the veins on her hands suddenly rose.

At this time, a strong light suddenly swept across, and then three or four high-speed locomotives dived from mid-air, clearly violating the ban on "high-speed motor vehicles are prohibited from being within a hundred meters of the ground". The light arrived first, followed by the thunderous sound of engines, stirring up a whirlwind on the ground and swept over.

The "home" may have realized something, his face changed, and he immediately let go and wanted to run away.

The wind brought by the high-speed motorcycle made the girl unable to stand firmly, and she fell to the ground with her bag in a mess, and quickly grabbed the wall with her feet and ground.

The little boy who was thrown aside just now screamed and was blown into the sky by a whirlwind.

The monster-like "homeless man" jumped up like a beast, and then a little fell on the wall. Then, a laser light flashed across his body and disappeared into the night instantly.

The little boy's limbs were slashing in the air and flew straight to the black bar not far away.

The back door of the bar suddenly opened, and a man walked out, stretched out his hand and hooked the boy's back neck.

The high-speed motorcycle fell to the ground and silenced the sound. The girl lying in the corner of the wall raised her head and looked out through the slit of her hair that was blown into a mop strip by the wind. She saw that the man was tall and had a light on his back and couldn't see his face clearly.

He bent down and placed the child on the ground. A fire flashed in his other empty hand and blew up the ashes.
Chapter completed!