Chapter 393: Flesh, Bitterness, Weakness (23) (1st update + 2nd update + 0.5 update of 35.2w nutrient solution) [VIP]
The aircraft slowly landed on the lifting platform.
"Hey, hey, hey, wake up, wake up," Zhen Xianhong's voice came from the radio, "It will take at least two hours to refuel, so hurry up if you want to go down and take a look."
The crowd in the cabin moved slowly.
Something else finally appeared outside the pitch-black window. The background color of the environment outside the window was still pitch-black, but not far away, there was a large building that looked brightly lit and was flashing in the darkness.
"What is that place?" She Mochu, who had just opened the door, seemed unaware of how much impact his appearance had caused to others. His eyes fell on the large building outside the window that was faintly flashing with light.
"Freeport," Bo Jun stretched and stood up, looking at him as if he was used to it, "Do you want to go down and take a look?"
"Freeport." She Mochu ignored his next sentence and just repeated the name.
"You can think of it as a supply station for long-distance aircraft," Bo Jun didn't care about his attitude at all. She seemed to deal with this kind of situation often. She understood the meaning of his words without Bai Jin saying more. She explained casually, "We are taking a detour from zone 05. The flight distance is too long. We have to replenish here before we can reach our destination."
"Have you adjusted?" She tilted her head to look at She Mochu, and there was a hint of admiration in her tone, "You are the fastest person I have ever seen from the Science and Technology Academy to accept it."
"I'm not from the Academy of Sciences." She Mochu said in a light tone as he walked past her. The red vertical pupil that belonged to the Academy of Sciences had been taken off by him at some point, and now it had turned into a human eye.
When I walked past him, I could see red circles in his eyes.
I don't know if it's because I've replaced my eyeballs too frequently, or because I got soaked in too much rain a few days ago, or...
"...Okay," Bo Jun paused for a few seconds and shrugged his shoulders, saying in a low voice, "It's not uncommon for people to deny the experience of the Academy of Sciences and the High Academy of Sciences after suffering a major blow. If you say it's not true, then it's not true."
"By the way," she looked at the remaining members of the exploration team, "Do you want to go down and take a look?"
"Let's..." Zhang Lu laughed awkwardly a few times, "Shall we go?"
She still wanted to collect some information.
After a few awkward conversations, the investors on the barrage were already howling.
[Lord, woooo, woooo, woooo, Lord, please don’t do this—]
[I suddenly feel so cold. I am already a corpse, why are there people digging up the soil from my grave and pouring a basin of cold water on me——]
[(Crawling in the dark)(Turned into a corpse)(Broken into pieces)(Took great pains to recuperate for two days to piece himself together and revive)(Saw the main man push the door and come out, looking emaciated)(Died again)]
【Uh ah ah ah Academy of Sciences, you must die horribly, how could you, how could you——】
[I thought I had recovered, but it turned out that it was not me who recovered, but the Lord did not appear in the past two days.]
[I feel very frustrated. I have a strong urge to lock in and enter this space to kill them all.]
[The Lord is right, the Academy of Sciences is no longer the University of Michigan, the real University of Michigan is long gone, ah ah ah ah ah I can't take it anymore, these past two days when I open my eyes I hear reminders of the project live broadcast, and when I close my eyes I hear the Academy of Sciences deliberately letting everyone die.]
[For two consecutive nights, I woke up and found that the Lord had come to this world and took everyone to die together with the nightmare...]
【So did anyone see the Lord’s eyes turn red? 】
[Don't say anything, I'm dead, I'm completely dead, and now it's my corpse that's talking.]
【The corpse is investing.】
【The corpse is crying.】
On the screen, She Mochu stood in front of the cabin table, his fingers resting on the edge of the table, making a very light clattering sound: "Is there anything to eat?"
"We... that we," the person he was questioning was stuck for a long time and couldn't speak, and finally he smoothed his tongue out, "We don't have much food on the ship, so we stopped at the Freeport to replenish supplies. You can go down to eat."
"Yeah." The person standing in front of him responded lightly, turned around and left again.
"Bo Jun, Bo Jun?" The person he was questioning was dazed for a while before he lowered his voice and grabbed Bo Jun's arm, "Is he okay like this?"
"It's okay," Bo Jun thought for a while, "It's okay as long as you are willing to eat. These things always take time to accept."
The two of them were talking in a low voice here, and Bai Jinshu was also pulled back by several members of the exploration team.
"Brother Chu," Zhang Lu asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"
"Fortunately," Bai Jinshu paused, "It's okay."
lie.
It's hard for him to adjust now.
Two days had passed since he left zone 08. The cabin of the aircraft was warm and dry, but he seemed to be still in the rainstorm. All he could see was the bright red rain curtain and countless distant and intermittent shouts hidden in the sound of the rain.
All the voices were calling She Mochu.
The voices were male and female, high and low, but they were all very young, surprisingly young. The voices asked Shemochu why he couldn't recognize them, why he didn't look at them, why he didn't save them.
Even if you know that this is an auditory hallucination caused by psychological factors, it is still difficult to get out of it.
Along with the auditory hallucinations, there is also a flashback-like visual hallucination.
In the middle of the night in zone 08, when he first entered here, a liquid with a slight burning sensation fell on the back of his hand.
——After working non-stop for eleven hours, he looked up from the corpses of the C-type creatures and suddenly felt a slightly cool liquid falling on his body. The ground was covered with corpses of C-type creatures, and old rain poured down from the steel pipes in the sky, washing all the streets here.
The mobile team's door automatically recognizes human DNA, and his door cannot be opened. His teammates who just got the equipment and tried it out found that all his information was [? ? ? ].
——At the edge of zone 08, on the dark panel of the mobile team’s top hat, two people were fighting each other and it was impossible to tell who was whose 【???】label.
"This is a simulated environment screen developed by our Zone 08 Science Academy. This screen is very expensive and cannot be fully promoted. The environment here simulates the real weather on the ground one-to-one." Qiu Xianjun, the elf-eared girl, added.
——After a sharp scream, the sky shield was broken by a hybrid with a human-like figure but huge wings.
The short boy dragged his voice: "I will graduate in half a year, and then I can go back to live on the surface. Oh, Qiu Xianjun, don't be too sad. The action team is very dangerous!"
——The pale, rotten, and deformed Wall people outside the basement.
"Liu Sangen! I told you to stop lying! I'm sorry, little brother, I almost let him cheat you." Gu Qiang squatted down and patted his shoulder.
——The lifeless body of a Shatak bird in the rainstorm.
Finally, the whole scene turned into a warm lawn, a lake in the afternoon, and a big tree planted in the middle of the lawn during the first year of the school's establishment, which is now lush and green.
She Mochu was walking on the street of the University of Michigan, holding a heavy bag of documents in his hands, when he heard a voice behind him: "Senior—Senior?"
He asked, "Do you want to sit for a while?"
"Would you like to sit on the lawn for a while?"
"Would you like to sit on the school lawn for a while?"
"I……"
"She Mochu?" Si Panxuan's voice interrupted him, "She Mochu?"
Bai Jinshu suddenly came back to his senses: "Are we there yet?"
"We're almost there, we're already docking," Wei Ye hurried over after receiving Si Panxuan's instructions, "Brother Chu, drink some water, your lips are dry."
Bai Jinshu took the hot water from his hand.
The warm liquid flowed down the esophagus and into the snake's cold stomach.
[Who was he talking to just now? ] Jia Li gestured to Si Panxuan.
[I don’t know.] Si Panxuan shook his head slightly.
Just now, after She Mochu answered Zhang Lu's words, he began to stare blankly at an empty space in the cabin. After a while, he suddenly spoke as if someone was asking him a question, scaring everyone for the second time. Si Panxuan had to interrupt him quickly and pull him back to the real world.
It was visibly abnormal with She Mochu's condition. It was worrying enough that he had stayed in the room for two days without allowing anyone else to enter. Now that he had taken the initiative to come out and contact everyone, the exploration team members did not dare to leave him alone on the aircraft anymore and tried every means to change the subject to him.
"Brother Chu, we'll go to the free port later..." Zhang Lu was interrupted by a voice in the distance before he could finish his words.
"Zhang Lu," Huai Jiamu came over and glanced at them, "You are wanted and cannot get off the aircraft."
Zhang Lu was stunned for a few seconds: "Oh, right."
They are still wanted.
Wait, how did this guy know her name? Didn't everyone else call her Sister Lu? Had they met before? Could it be that they had worked together in some other unknown space?
Zhang Lu looked at the "poet" blankly.
"Poet," before she could ask, someone came running up from behind, "Do you want to go down?"
"Well," Huai Jiamu held Bai Jinshu's hand, "I'll go down with him."
Everyone in the aircraft knew that something was wrong with Bai Jin's situation, and he was no exception. He glanced at the wanted exploration team members next to him, lowered his voice and whispered, "Do you want to take a few people with you..."
"No need," Huai Jiamu shook his head. "There won't be many people in the Freeport right now. We'll just go downstairs and have a meal. You guys can do whatever you want."
There was a faint vibration from the aircraft, and the world outside the window finally seemed to have returned to a human settlement rather than a dark abyss. Bai Jinshu was led by Huai Jiamu's hand as he walked down, and only then did he realize that he was not wearing anything to cover his face.
"I haven't yet..."
"It's okay," the other party whispered, as if he knew what he wanted to say, "You are not wanted."
Only Zhang Lu and six others were wanted.
What is particularly ironic is that according to the information they have obtained now, the recruitment advertisements for the higher education institutions affiliated with the Academy of Sciences are still hanging high in the nine regions.
Bai Jinshu took several seconds to answer: "...Okay."
"My identity this time is a poet. You can understand that I am the leader of a rebellion organization in this world," Huai Jiamu said in a low voice as he led him out of the landing platform of the free port. "This organization appeared hundreds of years ago. The first leader was a poet, so from now on, I will use this nickname to refer to the leader."
"Hundreds of years ago, the people who were expelled from the outside world wanted to return to Zone 10, so they packaged a planned murder as an accident and returned to Zone 10 on the pretext of saving the young son of the then Governor of Zone 10. After returning, these people who grew up among the expelled groups discovered that there were countless lies in these safe cities."
He was talking about the origin of the organization that Bo Jun belonged to.
Most of the people here are expellees, and a considerable number of them are actually residents of various areas. The poet who entered zone 10 that year developed a large number of residents in zone 10 to become members of the organization. In the following hundreds of years, this organization continued to operate secretly and expand its scale, and eventually developed a complex force in zone 08, even affecting the cognition of everyone in this entire area.
"It is the tradition of the Expellers to believe that people will be reincarnated and come back to this world after death," Huai Jiamu led him through the alleys of the Freeport. "The reason why this tradition was born is unknown, but it is probably to make people fearless and brave enough to survive in the eternal night of the outside world. After the poet entered zone 10, he also brought this belief into zone 10."
However, this tradition did not spread widely in zone 10. Instead, it took root in zone 08 due to an accident in zone 08.
A few comments floating above the barrage of corpses were still analyzing the situation:
[This makes sense. The logic behind promoting resurrection after death and that death is not the end must be to make people fearless of death.]
[So the current situation is that the Lord and his men have successfully joined the rebel organization, and they can then overthrow the rule here? ]
[Although I also want to see the Lord completely demolish this place, a realistic problem is that there is not enough time to explore. ]
[…There are only seven days left for exploration. ]
[Even if we demolish one area a day, we still can’t finish demolishing all nine areas in seven and a half days.]
…
The barrage also mentioned the reason why Bai Jinshu opened the door and came out this time.
She Mochu's emotional breakdown was extremely aggressive and far beyond his understanding. Many times he couldn't even tell whether it was She Mochu or himself who was thinking this way.
I don’t know if it’s because he used the identity of She Mochu too many times, and the side effect of the miracle [Custom Mask] that was billed on time appeared, but it was obvious that the great changes in this world directly pushed She Mochu to the brink of collapse.
To use the words of a game team, this card is about to be torn apart.
When using fixed attributes normally, these identities are separated from him by an opaque wall. He immerses himself in the role, and only when the synchronization rate increases will the wall gradually become transparent, allowing him to gradually understand these characters and begin to think what they think and feel what they feel.
His current situation was like a wall that had been directly shattered by a heavy blow. Although the wall was still standing there precariously, the emotions on the other side of the wall continued to spread uncontrollably through the cracks in the wall.
This sadness and collapse is too strong, with the unique despair of the world of the K-series. When facing Huai Jiamu, he can certainly reduce the synchronization rate to 0, but he cannot control his emotions that have been dragged further and further away by the environment. At this time, the best way is to increase the synchronization rate again and try to make himself think more open-mindedly in the "immersive state". Otherwise, he has no experience in resolving such emotions by himself.
During the two days he stayed in the room, Bai Jinshu tried to make himself feel more positive, but obviously failed.
He had severe auditory and visual hallucinations, and was extremely rejecting and suspicious of everything.
The backstab by the University of Michigan destroyed She Mochu's only psychological safety point, and from then on, he no longer had a person he could trust with certainty and unquestioning faith in any world. This backstab was about to uproot the roots of his existence in this world, and it had even spread to his experiences in his native world.
If the University of Michigan is no longer a fixed investigator camp organization in every world, then in his world, what are the vertical-pupiled She Mochu who looks more like an alien here, the more dangerous Iger who descends into the human body, and the more useful and fearless savior?
She Mochu's thinking mode is stuck in a dead end. Maybe if he has enough time, or goes to some worlds with normal density, he will be able to realize the difference between the density here and that in other worlds, but time can no longer wait.
The exploration time for this project is only fifteen days, and they are already seven and a half into it, so there are only seven and a half days left for exploration.
If even She Mochu, the golden signboard of the Lian Ke world, cannot complete this exploration, this space will be sealed by investors' referendum immediately after it ends. Even if the ownership is in their hands, it will be extremely difficult to restart the project again, or let Yun Guang and others feel at ease to let him enter here again if She Mochu collapses.
The secrets of this world will always be a thorn in She Mochu's heart, and this backstabbing will become a nightmare that he can never get rid of or forget.
So he has to come out and face these.
He needs and must solve this problem and all the questions here within the remaining seven and a half days.
Even if the final rules infer that the academy of science here is the source of all the disasters, they [0106] still have enough time to change and work hard, which is better than just leaving it like this and letting it become a thorn in the side forever.
"Before you post an ad to try to find me, this rebel organization is planning its largest operation ever, and zone 08 is the testing site," Huai Jiamu led him to a small store and said to the store manager, "Two copies will do."
The woman in the apron nodded, wiped her hands and walked towards the kitchen. Huai Jiamu continued in a low voice: "This is the only small shop in Freeport that serves food similar to that in the 21st Century. The owner's ancestors have run restaurants in Freeport."
Bai Jinshu nodded.
He could feel that Huai Jiamu brought him to this store in order to make him try to find something familiar in this future era. In other words, he was helping She Mochu, who was now in a state of stress and collapse, who didn't believe in anything and couldn't accept anything, to find an anchor in the past.
"Was the experiment in zone 08 successful?" He paused for a few seconds and looked in the direction of Huai Jiamu.
"I don't know." Through the steam of the food, Huai Jiamu's eyes were blurred and his voice was steady. It might be some of the characteristics of the poet who was the leader of the rebel organization. Although he still looked the same, people could vaguely sense that the man in front of him had experienced countless storms and had the maturity and patience that matched his age. "All information in zone 08 is blocked now. We can't get any information. We can only know the details after we return to the base."
Bai Jinshu nodded: "Okay."
No matter what, they are still on the run now. These questions will naturally be answered after they reach the rebel base.
"Do you want a hug?" Suddenly, a voice came from across the dining table.
Bai Jinshu looked up blankly.
"Would you like a hug?" Huai Jiamu still looked at him, "You'll feel much better."
Huai Jiamu was still wearing the same brown windbreaker. The poet was no longer a young man in his early twenties. He controlled the largest rebel organization in the world. He had planned a surprise attack before he regained his memory and remembered Bai Jinshu, turning the entire zone 08 upside down. Less than an hour before the attack, he regained his memory. He knew what would happen in zone 08, and when he learned that Bai Jinshu was in zone 08, he still rushed here without hesitation.
As a result, the entire rebel organization abandoned one route and had to return via another route.
But he didn't say a word. He just asked him in front of the steam from the food if he wanted a hug. Even when he asked this question, he was calm and frank.
Bai Jinshu was silent for a few seconds and buried his head in the other's shoulder.
"Two days ago..." He mumbled twice and the rest of the words were unclear.
"Before what?" the poet asked him.
"Two days ago, I wanted to ask you to come in," he hugged his synchronization rate inhibitor like a koala. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but the suspicion that was spreading rapidly in his heart was gradually suppressed by the assurance that he could trust the person in front of him and could always trust Huai Jiamu, "but I think I can do it myself."
If he asks Huai Jiamu to lower the synchronization rate whenever something happens, then this thorn will never be removed, and it will leave a shadow not only on She Mochu now, but also on himself after he leaves the state of being immersed in the role.
But these two days have been really tiring.
As an emotional black hole, he never knew that negative emotions belonging to the human world could be so tiring.
"I can indeed do it," Bai Jinshu muttered, emphasizing, "but time is too tight."
Seven and a half days is too tight.
Given enough time, he would surely be able to understand this strange and overwhelming emotion and resolve the problem once and for all.
The leader of the rebel group at the table didn't say anything, but just quietly confirmed: "Yes, time is too tight."
The rebel organization no longer has the energy to organize the next action. The information of zone 08 is still blocked, and there is not enough time for them to spread the news to the whole world. They are not ready to confront the governors of the nine zones.
It was a fantasy to solve this problem within seven and a half days, but he still said, "But it will definitely work this time."
"Of course," Bai Jinshu realized a little embarrassed after the delay and quickly stood up, "Let's eat."
*
In the free port, except for this small shop, many other shops are closed.
"It's unclear what happened in zone 08, but something must have happened. A large region with a stable governor is in trouble. This news is enough to cause unrest in the world and spread the unrest to all regions," Huai Jiamu explained. "So after hearing this news, a large number of people engaged in activities in the outside world tend to return to safe areas, that is, to zones 02 to 10. This has led to the small number of people in Freeport now."
"Normally, this street is quite busy," he pointed at the surroundings, "This is the only safe spot in the entire Western Region. It is supported by Zoner 07 and is mainly used to connect them with Zone 05. It is a very important supply point and has a high safety factor. Usually, there are very few C-type incidents."
Bai Jinshu automatically translated it in his mind. Normally, the Academy of Sciences rarely sends action teams to die and intimidate the public.
There used to be a lot of people coming and going here, but now everyone has left, so naturally there is no news to be found.
It’s not a big loss if Zhang Lu and his men don’t come down.
The poet is extremely familiar with this place and obviously comes here often. According to Huai Jiamu's introduction, although the free port is supported by zone 07, it has nothing to do with any area on the surface. If its geographical location is put into the 21st century analogy, it is probably like a service station on a highway.
Most cars that drive here need to refuel, so this service station has developed rapidly, from a small gas station to a shopping mall, museum and hotel. *
The aircraft stayed in the free port for two hours, then slowly took off again and flew towards the rebel base.
Then there was another day of flying.
But compared to the previous routes, it is obvious that most people here are familiar with the current routes.
When the aircraft flew into the chaotic darkness where the exploration team members could not make out any difference, all the people in the cabin put down their work, gathered around the window, and talked about something in a flurry.
"What are you looking at?" Zhang Lu looked at it strangely and leaned over to take a look. "What's this?"
Isn't it still pitch black outside?
"Look at the stars," Zhen Xianhong, the pilot in the previous broadcast, got down from the driving seat and was replaced by another man with a buzz cut. He was now leaning against the window with great interest, his voice very excited, "Look, it's right there! We call this section of the route the Qiming Line, because only here can you see this star!"
"Stars?" Zhang Lu was stunned for a moment, "Where?"
"There! There!" Zhen Xianhong wanted to draw a circle for her to see. "Look, it's right above that corner, 34 degrees southwest and 53 miles deep!"
"This... I don't have a good sense of space." Zhang Lu was embarrassed.
This girl is an aircraft pilot and the professional terms she uses are incomprehensible to people like them.
To her, it was pitch black outside the window, so there were no stars.
"What are you talking about?" Bai Jinshu asked, standing behind Zhang Lu.
Most people are still a little afraid of him, or a little afraid of poets, and they feel more pity and empathy for She Mochu.
According to Bo Jun, this is because most of the people here have been through this, but those who react most violently are generally students who graduated from the Academy of Science. Asking them to accept that the Academy of Science is the mastermind behind the rebellion and join a rebel organization is tantamount to scraping the bone to heal the wound.
Seeing Bai Jinshu coming over, everyone spontaneously made way for him. Zhen Xianhong also worked harder: "That's it. Look along the direction of my finger, can you see that star? The Morning Star!"
"I really can't see it..." Si Panxuan squinted his eyes and looked for a long time, but he didn't see anything that could be called stars in the sky.
"Brother Chu, can you see it?" She tilted her head.
"I can't see it." Bai Jinshu shook his head.
If there weren't a bunch of people standing here, he would have suspected that these people were playing a joke on them.
After coming up from the Free Port, he felt much better, mostly because of Huai Jiamu's presence. Now, after staying here for a few minutes, his chest was blocked and he was having difficulty breathing again, so he quickly turned around and prepared to go back.
Just as he turned around and was about to leave, the crowd that had been chattering just now suddenly became quiet.
Then a familiar man in a brown windbreaker came over, took him a few steps forward, bent down slightly to look at him, and pointed at a spot on the window: "Here."
"Here...?" Bai Jinshu frowned in confusion.
"Oh, I see!" Wei Ye slapped his thigh, "Are you talking about this point?"
In the endless abyss of chaos, there is indeed a point in the direction that these people have been looking at.
A very, very dark, very, very unreal, gray, dim dot that is almost indistinguishable if you don't concentrate very hard.
"You call this the Morning Star?" Zhang Lu twitched his lips. "This can't even be called a star, right?"
If you say this thing is dust on the window, it is more reliable than the Morning Star.
"What do you know?" Someone in the crowd glanced at Huai Jiamu and said boldly, "These are real stars. They are different from the ones in your environmental bionic system. Yours are fake."
"The morning star on the morning line may be the only star that shines in this chaotic night," Huai Jiamu said. "It has been there for hundreds of years. The existence of a star in such a chaotic deep sky is a miracle of this era."
He seldom said such things.
Bai Jinshu looked at Huai Jiamu in surprise. Could it be the influence of the poet?
But think about it... If the leader of a rebel organization didn't have some inciting words, the organization would have disbanded long ago.
"Hmm," Zhen Xianhong raised his eyebrows proudly after hearing the poet's words, "and we are the only ones who have seen this star with our own eyes so far."
"This is something you people who live in the environmental bionic system have never thought of." She leaned on the window and sketched the outline of the star. "We who live in the outside world and have been expelled have a star!"
Bai Jinshu followed her gaze and looked towards the dim dot.
Morning Star...?
The author has something to say:
The system notifies you that your faction has been changed from [Zone 08 Mobile Squad] to [Ouster Rebellion Organization]
If you don’t join a rebel group in the cyberpunk world, it feels like going to Beijing and not climbing the Great Wall or visiting the Forbidden City. It feels like you’ve missed something (touching your chin)
Isaac the Great, the ruler of another cyberpunk world: [stare]
*There really is a museum in the service area, and I was shocked when I passed by it for the first time.
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