Doomsday Wonderland

The fish did not dare to call again.

Quietly around, only the exodus squeaks from the engine during the voyage, which sounds far and weak, barely noticeable when not paying attention. He held the steering wheel tightly and glanced at the control panel quickly, then pressed the system control a few times - but the suspension cabin was still as silent as it was, and there was no sign of being taken over by Shales.

The Shales system was off the assembly line, and the avatar of the singer hit his mind like a stone.

He didn't dare to think about why the system suddenly failed, and he stretched forward and flew a short way, looking up at the direction of the main bridge in the distance. The warm white tube reflects a regular light on the metal wall; at the end of the passage, a heavy and heavy door is faintly seated, and all the internal sounds are isolated, so that the fish can’t hear what is inside. movement.

But when it is opened, it will not be so quiet; the metal friction sound when the hatch is pushed open will become his best warning sound.

He thought about it and turned the suspension cabin over and headed for the landing port.

Although Shales is off the assembly line, he can still try to open the port of landing and landing; he just discovered that there is a manual console next to the iron gate. Although he didn't recognize most of the button valves on the countertop, he had a black lever that was leaning against the "closed" end and grabbed his gaze.

The lying fish flew near and pushed it up.

The iron gate stood still, as if it had been welded, and there was no response. He glanced back at the main bridge channel in the silence, and lowered his head, carefully looked at the console - "how to even have a description," he murmured, close to the polished piece. The metal plate, squinting at each button.

His shadow cast a long time on the metal plate, and he glanced at it. When the strange feeling suddenly caught his heart, the fish couldn’t think too much, and immediately turned in the direction, the suspension cabin swam out like a squid--a metal slamming sound, accompanied by a spark Together, they rushed out from the console; the levers, buttons, and all the settings on the table that he just couldn't understand were used to be opened together by a silver light.

An axe with a long handle and engraved with numerous complicated patterns was deeply eaten into the console; its black long rod stretched all the way back into one hand. The long face that looked very decent, covered with wind and fine lines, suddenly twisted his mouth when he was on the gaze of the fish, and gave a short smile from the gasp.

“Hidden very fast,” he whispered. “Although you have been beaten.”

The reclining fish heard a loud sigh of water. In faraway places, the sound of the engine and air conditioning still sounded softly and faintly, but it was silent in the air; from beginning to end, he did not hear the sound of the door behind him - how did the man come out? ?

The man seemed to see his doubts, shook the axe and pulled it out of the console. As the axe swayed in the air, it flashed away from his waist, leaving his empty hands.

"In the future, my main bridge is a place without a door," he took a deep breath and seemed to be trying to speak in a peaceful tone, but unfortunately not very successful: "...this is all about you." Give."

The fish squinted at him, and in the corner of his eye, the crack in the console was "sparkling" with electric sparks. It seems impossible to use it to open the door to the port of departure and landing.

"You... how did you come out?" he asked a little stutteringly.

"Don't worry, you will know soon." The man gave him a smile - in the green mule, revealing a row of neat yellow teeth. If it is not the case at the moment, I am afraid that the fish will feel that this is a relaxing smile.

"You put...what did you do with the system?" The fish hunted from the mind to search for questions that could be asked, hoping to delay as much as possible for a while, so that he could think about what to do: "Why does Shales have no voice?" Do you have an emergency recovery code?"

"Ah," the man moved around his neck and whispered: "You know."

He slammed his right hand and raised his hand. The hand was covered with a layer of gloves. The lying fish looked at the glove a few times in the tension, but still couldn’t say what it was doing: the glove was like a shape of water, everything around it seemed to be reflected on it, becoming the glove itself. The texture - it is metal for a while, and it is light for a moment. When the man raised his hand and pointed at the fish, it gradually became flesh-colored, just like his own palm skin.

"When the world I lived in ushered in the end, I accepted the reality one step earlier than others." He whispered, approaching the fish. The man just stopped the way in front of the lying fish and blocked him in this passage; if he wanted to escape, he could only escape to the direction of the main bridge behind him.

"At that time, in the Star Map Group, there was a chaos of people everywhere. My staff pass was still valid, and I was able to get into the colonel unimpeded all the way - Oh, you don't need to know such details." I laughed low. "In any case, I have got everything I got. When I came to the space dock, I saw dozens of such starships parked there, one big one and one big, graceful. Sturdy, safe... It’s fun, I don’t think I’m a local staff, but the first one to reflect on their value.”

Very good, let him say a few more words... The fish caught the control wheel tightly, thinking. This man obviously does not care about how he fled to the main bridge. So, he would better not escape there.

He searched and asked: "How did you survive by exodus?"

This will be a long story, but unfortunately, the plan to lie fish has failed - the man seems to have seen through him, his left hand wiped a lower jaw, and the slap in the sand. "I want to hear it? It is a very wonderful story. I promise you, I will tell it to your body.... Oh, you will not have a dead body."

The fish was tight, but he didn’t wait for a reaction. He saw that the man suddenly slammed his foot up—the speed of the other party was too fast. When he was excited, he used all his strength to pull the suspension cabin back. At that time, the man’s hand wrapped in his glove had already hit the head of the suspension cabin.

If his movement is half a second late, the hand touches his shoulder.

Not waiting for the fish to breathe out, the suspension cabin underneath slammed a bit, as if it was suddenly lost by the weight of one side; accompanied by a "when" sound, he was rushing back. When I looked up, I even breathed in my throat.

The place that the man touched was empty, and the suspension cabin now looks like a prey that has been bitten by a beast. A gap was formed on one side, and the entire suspension cabin was being uncontrollably turned to the left. The fish had to bite the teeth to resist the dumping force and barely maintain the balance. In front of it, a piece of unformed metal that is about the size of a gap, like garbage, lies on the ground with a few rubber bands and some messy things he doesn't know.

"This...this..." The lying fish stabilized the suspension cabin and was surprised to know what to say.

"This is your suspension tank raw material," the man kicked a metal block on the floor and smiled. "Why, haven't you seen it?"

He slowly raised his head, and his eyes flashed in the shadows: "When I meet you, you will become a pile of raw materials. Do you know what it is? Seventy percent of the human body is water." It."

At this moment, the fish screamed and wanted to spit on his face.

One point, the suspension cabin was another glimpse, almost let him slide out of the driver's seat; he hurriedly hit the control wheel, his eyes crossed the gap in the cabin and landed on the man. Just then, his heart suddenly moved and glanced at the gap.

Raw materials...?

Maybe there is a way...

He controls himself not to look at the gates of the downfall, and try not to think about the consequences of failure. The fear was entangled in his heart like a cold snake, and the snoring sound seemed to turn into venom at any time; just at the same time that the man was wearing a flower and rushing again, he slammed. The suspension cabin hurried up into the air. He could feel something being touched. When he almost hit the ceiling, there was a white smoke floating down the cabin.

It’s too late to think about what the raw materials are. The fish doesn’t wait for the man to jump up, and the control wheel rushes to the right front; the weight of the suspended cabin that has been eaten is not stable, and the bumps are like sailing on the turbulent waves. However, he finally rushed out of the passage leading to the main bridge and returned to the gate of the landing and landing port.

The man's footsteps came from behind like a stunned thunder, and the fish rushed away and hurriedly pulled up again. There was a bang in the fuselage body, as if it was going to be knotted, and suddenly he called a heart hanging up; the man stopped and just looked up, and the fish hurriedly steered the suspension cabin behind him. A slip, without waiting for him to jump up, he lowered the height again.

"You are like a mouse..." The man turned his head and only had time to say a few words. The suspension cabin suddenly rushed toward him. The fish slammed the throttle to the end. In the blink of an eye, the man was brought to his body. The man reacted quickly, but he was not able to open the suspension cabin at full speed. He was suddenly hit by the gate of the landing port. . I have to write a chapter quickly, I am afraid there are typos. As soon as I think of the second, I will be black in front of me... Let’s calm down with a fan, and then consider the second. Thank you for putting the list in the next chapter.