Cole Harbor Prison is a medium-sized men's prison converted from a kilometer-class comprehensive transport ship.
There is a permanent simulated gravity field here, with hundreds of cells distributed on the upper and lower floors, equipped with entertainment rooms, audio-visual rooms, rest areas, libraries, gyms and other facilities.
Because it is affiliated with the Interstellar Court, this prison occasionally houses some exiled political prisoners, and the spacious single rooms on the top floor are reserved for them.
Local criminals in Cole Harbor will be housed in the middle two floors, which are usually two- or three-person rooms. Each cell is equipped with an independent bathroom.
The bottom three floors are crowded and chaotic, housing some vicious criminals who have fled to the interstellar world, and the number of prisoners has seriously exceeded the limit.
Occasionally, you can find some evil-doing star pirates here, you can also find some serial murderers who are locked up at the bottom and shackled at all times, and you can also see some non-human but human-like cosmic beings. - Those who are not human-like.
Yes, they won’t be accepted here.
For the guards on the lower three floors, working in Cole Harbor Prison is not an easy job.
And the problems they are most afraid of encountering are like this now:
Suddenly there was a burst of noise on the fifth floor of the prison. These prisoners, who were full of energy and had no way to vent their energy, were shaking the bars of the cage crazily, making strange screams from their mouths, and stuffing their fingers into their mouths that they had just clasped somewhere.
There was a whistle.
The guards with guns quickly gathered and ran in the direction where the prisoners were facing.
The piercing siren sounded from every corner on the fifth floor.
Guards armed with paralysis batons came from everywhere, yelling at the prisoners to be quiet. When the guards rushed to the scene of the incident, none of them could keep calm.
Soon, the guards invited the deputy warden and warden of the lower three floors, Gulipa.
Gulipa was an old gentleman wearing a tuxedo and holding a civilized stick. His hairline had receded to the top of his head, and his gray-white hair was a little messy. But when he appeared limping, the prisoners everywhere quickly fell silent.
, the mania just now is completely gone.
"Superintendent, this is it."
Gulipa adjusted his monocle, frowned and looked at the cell ahead.
Behind thirty-two alloy metal poles spaced twelve centimeters apart, six strong men lay in the dark light and shadow.
They were arranged into an oval, with twelve arms dislocated, and each person's mouth was filled with the toes of the previous person, connected end to end, like a weird body-eating snake.
"Don't touch them," Gulipa frowned, "go outside and ask a professional orthopedic surgeon to come over."
Several guards ran away in a hurry.
Gulipa looked at the strange young man reading quietly 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. These are all Sherman facial features.
"Did you do it?" Gulipa asked in a deep voice.
Yang Ming put down the book in his hand: "They said they wanted to perform a new style of wrestling for me, the newcomer. It is said that this is your local custom, and that's it."
"Yeah?"
Gulipa looked at the six strong men lying on the ground for a few times, then turned to look at the guards who sent Yang Ming in.
A guard lowered his head and moved forward, whispering something in Gulipa's ear.
Gulipa's eyes became more playful: "How did you do it? Imperial soldier."
"I have received the most rigorous fighting training."
Yang Ming believed that the attack just now did not reveal his strength beyond normal people. These six strong men were all knocked down by his skills.
The real cheating thing is his reaction speed that can make "time seem to slow down".
"I need to temporarily lock you in the solitary 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 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 took with him a few dusty books introducing the customs and customs of Cole Port and the jurisprudence of the International Court of Justice.
When they passed by the six strong men, these six guys who could not move at all were twitching all over, their eyes were filled with fear, and they were whining non-stop.
Yang Ming showed a kind smile, handed the book to the guard, took the initiative to stretch out his hands, and was put into handcuffs and shackles under the care of each laser gun.
Suddenly, a guard from the side took action and hit Yang Ming on the neck with a baton.
Yang Ming frowned slightly, and his body reacted almost reflexively. He lowered his body, tilted his head, shook his shoulders, and stepped back... The baton passed over Yang Ming's shoulder, and Yang Ming's hands were already pushed to the guard's neck.
.
Yang Ming did not actually hit the other person's neck. His fingers were still two or three centimeters away from the guard's neck, but the latter did not dare to move and his breathing was somewhat labored.
A few seconds later, the sound of the laser gun's safety being turned on was heard all around.
"Everyone stop it!"
Gulipa frowned and cursed: "Isn't it embarrassing enough? You bastards! Let you strengthen your training and you will know how to deal with it!"
Before Yang Ming withdrew his palm, he 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 do not 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.
The guards around him looked at him with a hint 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 a normal supply of fresh water."
Yang Ming narrowed his eyes and smiled.
The title of the strongest empire in the galaxy is really useful.
…
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 test here was actually seventy-two hours of hunger, but the warden Gulipa took care of it, which made Yang Ming feel much better.
Transforming people requires more nutrition.
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 outer clothing. Wearing only a vest and boxer briefs, he opened the travel book introducing the customs and customs of Cole Harbor.
Soon, he found several partial maps of Cole Harbor and imprinted this information into his mind.
Yang Ming didn't know whether Hanton had been so smart since he was a child, or whether the Valkyrie gene fluid was also strengthening his brain. He seemed to have a photographic memory.
This is good, at least it's not a bad thing.
A few hours later.
After eating a simple lunch, Yang Ming made a small pillow out of the few books he had read, lay there comfortably, and began to think about the road ahead.
While on the research ship, he had no chance to think about this.
Yang Ming hates grand propositions, such as saving the world and saving the earth.
That's not something he can accomplish 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 and had not had time to enjoy life; and although he had a bad character, he always snatched his snacks and secretly used his toothbrush.
The high school student sister who wears shoes...
'Brother, how much do you have to spend in bride price to marry a sister-in-law as beautiful as me? Oh, ho, ho!'
The memories of the dead suddenly began to attack the brain, making Yang Ming feel bad all over.
Whether to save her or not is a matter for discussion later.
Yang Ming briefly summarized all the questions and finally asked himself three questions:
1Why did he come to this world? Who sent him to this world?
2. What is the meaning of his coming here, or what can he do?
3. What benefits can he get from using the information he knows?
For the first question, Yang Ming couldn't answer it at all based on the current valid information.
No matter how you look at it, this has nothing to do with science and has nothing to do with metaphysics. In fact, it is still a scientific issue.
For the second question, Yang Ming can answer half of it now.
If Earth players appear collectively thirty years later, no matter which way they appear, they must find a way to tell them that the game "Abyss" is not just a game, but that humans are a common species in the galaxy.
It is most likely an exam given to earth civilization by higher civilizations. If the exam cannot be passed, the final result will be that the earth is destroyed by the Ninth Scourge Legion.
Although there are still too many mysteries here;
But based on the available information and his own experiences, Yang Ming had to correlate the plot of the 'Ninth Natural Disaster' five years after the run of "The Abyss" with the destruction of the earth.
Yes, Yang Ming felt that the first thing he could do was to live for thirty galactic years and inform his own civilization.
【Minxport】.
This place name suddenly came to mind.
From the player's perspective, humans on earth are guided by alien civilizations, engaging in technology in cutscenes, filling in technology trees in character dialogues, and stepping into interstellar civilization at the speed of light.
Minx Port is the first stop for players after leaving the earth thirty years later.
Players will choose their own camp in Minx Port, determine their own development direction, and take exams for a 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 the earth in advance.
"Ding dong," Yang Ming murmured to himself in his heart, "Unlock the main mission one: Looking for Minx Port."
This damn sense of ritual.
The third question is much 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 rarely pays attention to the game plot when playing games, which leads to him having only vague impressions of many major events now.
And it’s still thirty galactic years before the game was launched.
"Um?"
Yang Ming suddenly remembered something very interesting.
Omnic Twilight.
Yang Ming once watched an interview with a player who became a billionaire by playing the game two or three years ago, in the third year after the game "Abyss" was launched.
The player discovered a hidden planet in "Abyss", gained actual control of the city called 'Omnic Twilight', and gained hundreds of millions by selling the control to the group behind the large legion.
family property.
In that interview, the player revealed many detailed details - how he accidentally drove the ore ship into the dust belt, how he entered the vortex, and how he picked up the control key.
The chosen one even gave a first-person perspective shot of him returning to that star field in the game "Abyss" and reenacting his journey of exploration.
Yang Ming was extremely envious of this player.
And now...
'Sorry Chosen One.'
Yang Ming smiled guiltily, and then shamelessly forgave himself.
Oh yes, and the most important thing.
You need enough gene stabilizing agents or gene suppressing fluids.
In "Abyss", the main reason why the modified warriors must spend money is to continue to purchase gene stabilizers or gene inhibitors. Otherwise, the modified warriors will lose their combat effectiveness, and they will also become hairy and have swollen muscles...
These are just the punishment mechanisms in the game, and the cost of players losing control of their genes is minimal.
Now, if Yang Ming does not take gene-stabilizing drugs for a long time, the result may be the end of Brother Ji in "The Lost Voice" - losing his mind, turning into a sarcoma monster, and becoming the next ancient god's life form.
At this point, Yang Ming makes a brief summary.
The most urgent task at present is to find a stable channel for gene stabilizing medicine. You must get a new stabilizing liquid before the gene stabilizing liquid in your body expires.
The subsequent stage goal is to find the Minsk Port and the omnic twilight.
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 pilot automatically.
This is not easy.
…
Three days flew by.
Yang Ming ate, slept, and ate, and felt that he had gained a lot of weight.
Several heavily armed guards took Yang Ming to a clean four-person room. There lived a fat man and an old man, both of whom seemed to be relatively easy to get along with.
Yang Ming briefly introduced himself, shook hands with the two of them, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep on the hard bed with a simple mattress.
The two roommates are very interesting and very nervous.
Naturally, they heard about the "passionate" story between the newly arrived Sherman Empire soldier and the six big men, so they moved their respective plank beds to the corner, maintaining a safe distance from Yang Ming, and gave Yang Ming
A sufficiently spacious site.
Yang Ming originally wanted to ask them about the basic situation of the prison and the precautions for escaping. Now it seems that they still need some time to get along with each other.
A few books were also placed on the simple bookshelf in the corner, and Yang Ming started reading with great interest.
The text inside was in the common language of the Galaxy, which was very similar to the text in the Sherman Empire. Yang Ming had some difficulty reading it at first.
Da da da.
The sound of the soft leather heels hitting the metal floor drove away Yang Ming's concentration.
"No. 0639, Hanton."
When lunch was approaching, Superintendent Gulipa appeared at the door of the cell holding a square piece of glass and said in an elegant accent:
"Your boss is waiting for you in the reception room No. 12."