Chapter 2: Eighth Galaxy, Beijing Beta Star

Five years later.
New star calendar 275 years, the eighth galaxy, Beijing β star.
"Beijing β" is a planet name on a bad street. Each galaxy has a dozen "Beijing Star", "London Star" or "Zimbabwe Star" series. It is like the ancient earth era. Many cities in China had "Beijing Road" and "Nanjing Road." "same.
Maybe because of this name, the Beijing β star is very oriental, and many residents have more or less ancient Chinese ancestry-of course, in the ghost place of the eighth galaxy, even if it brings the ancient dragon's blood, don't even think about it What a decent life.
It is said that one of the top ten daily headlines of other galaxy mainstream media is lamenting that the people of the eighth galaxy live in deep water.
They also gave it a unique name, called "Desert."
There are eight major galaxies in the alliance. Of course, the first galaxy where the capital star Voto is located is of course the spire of the pyramid. The more backward and farther from Voto, the more the development is relatively lagging. By the eighth galaxy, it is basically a pyramid. Of sewers.
The eighth galaxy became "desert" for both natural and historical reasons. Lack of resources and inconvenient transportation are one aspect, and more are problems left over by history. This matter is to start from the beginning, that is, the child has no mother, and it is a long story--
In the old ephemeris era more than two hundred years ago, the Alliance and the Star Pirates were playing lively-the members of the Star Pirates were also descendants of ancient Earth people, not ET like eyes, and they were not called at the beginning. "Star Corsair" is the name of a villain, and more than one of them. After the coalition government controlled most of the galaxy regime, in order to save trouble, all anti-government organizations that refused to recognize the coalition were collectively referred to as the "Star Pirates."
The eighth galaxy, "outlier", looks like a poor, isolated island compared to the other seven galaxies that are clustered together. In order to fight against the powerful alliance, a small group of anti-government forces were forced to form alliances, and based on the eighth galaxy, they faced off. At the beginning of the new star calendar, the eighth galaxy was occupied by the Star Pirates for a hundred years. It was not until 136 years of the new star calendar that it was recaptured by General Lu Xin, then the general of the alliance, and re-established the navigation channel with the other seven galaxies.
Over the past 100 years, the alliance has developed at the speed of light under the two searchlights of the light of science and the light of humanity, and the eighth galaxy has drifted amid the continuous conflict and civil strife of the pirates "you sing and show me", and the two channels have gradually opened. The irreparable gap, the gap between the two sides is close to that of contemporary sapiens and ancient chimpanzees.
After General Lu Xin regained his lost ground, the Alliance sent people to the Eighth Galaxy to find out that this ghost place is nothing and worthless, so he established a "democratic autonomy" government in the Eighth Galaxy-that is, to release the chimpanzees Nature, let them play with their own eggs.
There are important occasions in the alliance, when the chief executives of the major galaxies are required to attend, the chief executives of the other seven major galaxies have their own brand names, but the representatives of the eighth galaxy have no names, and the "eighth galaxy" is simply printed on the brand . It's not that the alliance engages in regional discrimination. It's because these orangutans are prone to internal strife. The Chief Executive and his government are basically one-off. They replace people every day. In other words, we don't know who is who. We have to use the name of "race" .
Whenever there is a way, they have tried to emigrate, and the rest are poor worms abandoned by the times in the desert.
In the eighth galaxy, Beijing's beta star is quite decent. Here is the most populous planet. Although it is also chaotic and depressed, there are still some lingering industrial and interstellar shipping lines in operation that can make people alive.
Night was low, and on Beijing's beta star, a slow bus pulled the drowsy passengers slowly along the road. On the painted body, the words "Xinghe Transport" are mottled, leaving only "Rike cloud car". The driving artificial intelligence may be an
artificial retardation
, with a damage rate of more than 95%. At present, only the
super-safe mode
is available. The turtle moves forward in the night and whistle once every five minutes. .
None of the windows on both sides was complete-they were smashed by residents along the way who were awakened by the whistling of a night car.
The car was so windy and dusty that no one maintained it. Because the "Xinghe Transport" company has been closed for two hundred years, now there is only such a set of unstoppable urban bus systems, which automatically run every day half-dead.
At this time, the local winter was severe. Due to the planetary revolution rule, the winter of Beijing's beta star was very long. According to the unified new ephemeris calculation, it would last for three years, while the urban constant temperature heating system was already out of service because of no money. The icy cold wind invaded the unprepared human city-state, passed through the windows of the car, and the poor and sour passengers wrapped their shameless coats, like quails with their heads buried under their wings.
Most people who use this free bus are the poor among the poor, and many of them are homeless. Fortunately, the compartments are not sealed, otherwise the smell of these passengers can make up a biochemical gas bomb.
In the corner of the last row of "Rike Cloud Car", there was a drunk girl with a face so that she could not see the age of her makeup. She was not afraid of cold, her jacket was open, her underwear was grotesque, and her waist was still streaked. With a skull-look, this person should be a female hooligan who is not easy to mess with.
At the foot of the girl was a one-meter-high backpack, plugged in headphones, and leaning on the tattered chair with her eyes closed and a look of irritability—because the hangover had n’t woken up, there was a bear child in the car. Crying, the cries are so penetrating that even the deafening music in the headphones is hard to resist.
She reluctantly for a few minutes, unbearable, and put off her headphones, ready to go to some trouble.
But strangely, the noise disappeared as soon as the headset was taken off.
The girl looked anxiously around, but as far as she could see, there were only half-dead adults in the carriage, each curled up to shelter from the wind, and had no children at all. She dazed a dizzy drinker blankly, suspecting that she was listening to it, shook her head, plugged the headset in doubt, pulled the hood down again, and closed her eyes sleepily.
Just when her drunkness surged again, and when she was asleep, a child's sharp cry cried through her eardrum like a needle: "Mom!"
The girl opened her eyes with a jerk, and "Rike Cloud Car" just stood by, making a long sigh, and stopped.
She turned off the music, and this time she heard clearly, the child's miserable cry came from not far, and she was constantly drilling into her ear.
But ... where's the kid from this ghost place?
The sign was long stolen, and the street lights were killed collectively. It was dark and dark, not far away was a large dirt-stained path, connected to each other, and the eyes at night passed through the smudged corners, as if right Peeping out, the "artificial retardation" of the car went wrong again, and the "terminal reminder" was sounded in advance. After waiting for the passengers to protest, they went to sleep automatically, and the passengers had to scold them and queued to get out of the car.
The girl frowned, picked up her carry-on luggage, and followed behind several tired travelers. In front of her was a middle-aged man wrapped in a thick cotton coat, very thin and slender, with an old man with a yellow complexion in his hand. The old man was dragged by him and hit him.
The female hooligan raised her eyebrows before she could reveal the hero's true character. It took a moment to look at her. She rubbed the smoky eyes covered with mascara, and saw that she had hit her old man and returned to the old place. She turned into a little boy!
"Did I get poisoned by drinking fake wine?" She muttered in her heart, and closed her eyes again.
As the image in front of her changed from blurry to clear, the girl found out that she was really a child with her. She looked at two or three years old and was still unstable. Her body was wrapped in a dirty rag, showing a corner. The children's clothes are exquisite. Although they cried so much, they still can see the delicate skin and tender meat.
The child was wrapped around his neck with one hand and his wrists with one hand, and his feet stumbled without touching. He had been struggling and crying, but no one around looked up, and no one even looked the same-I'm afraid they were just like her, and saw only a crazy old tramp throwing splashes.
This is a collective illusion!
The girl's pupil narrowed slightly, suspecting that the "vagabond" was a trafficker with black technology, and then followed up calmly.
The "homeless man" carrying a child didn't care about a little girl. After getting out of the car, he walked straight into a narrow alley. There were a few dilapidated small houses in the narrow alley. At the deepest place was a black bar. The back door of the bar was full of shadows. The night lights, such as fireflies, sprinkled on the thin snow, finally allowed the night travelers to see the road, and the children's sharp cries echoed in the narrow alleys, but failed to alarm anyone.
This cannot be a hallucinogen-whether it is on a just bus or in a narrow alley, the whistling night wind is enough to take away all biochemical products.
The girl shoulder bag, pushed the hood up, and stopped the tramp: "Hey, stand up."
"Wanderer" stepped slightly, holding the child's back neck fiercely in his hand, but with a timid and charming smile on his face, his shoulders bowed slightly, his neck narrowed, and he wanted to make trouble. , Stuttered and said, "Call ... call me?"
The girl narrowed her eyes alertly, raised her chin, and nodded at the child in his hand: "Is this your child?"
"Wanderer" 's expression suddenly changed, and his expression flickered for a moment, he barely smiled: "Why ... what? You ... you see--wrong, right? There are children? This, this old thing, looks like ... like an old monkey, he, he is a small child, not a child, you see. "
He said, pushing the person in front of the girl, and for a moment, the girl felt like there was a faulty screen in front of her, and the little boy who was crying out of breath grew and shortened for a while, and jumped into Xingying, once described as an insignificant old tramp, and later became a crying child, flashing back and forth.
She frowned, stepped forward two steps, and tilted her head calmly: "Strange."
"Vagabond" saw that she was fooled, opened her mouth wide, and smiled with yellow teeth: "Look, me, what do I say-what ..."
Before he finished this sentence, the girl suddenly pulled a wine bottle out of her bag, and quickly moved her hands. The wine bottle and the tramp's forehead were close to each other, the powder was broken, the sharp broken glass collapsed everywhere. Yes, the pungent inferior alcohol swelled out. This female heroine took a half of the wine bottle, wiped the lipstick left on her mouth, and took a sip with a sip: "Wangba, fool your grandma?"
The drink ran down the head of the "vagabond", the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and those eyes were dark and cold, revealing his blood. Immediately, he saw that he had left the child aside, the whole body's bones rattled, the whole body was stretched and widened like an inflatable, and in a blink of an eye he became a big man with a height of nearly two meters!
The arrogant girl suddenly changed from head-up to head-up, suddenly a little embarrassed, and subconsciously took a half step back: "You ..."
"Vagabond" laughed, and his mouth had a long palm. When he opened it, he revealed a big mouth: "I said, it was a disability of empty brain."
As soon as the word "disabled" fell, the girl's complexion suddenly changed. She turned from panic to anger. She flew a shameful foot. While bending over, she pinched the other's hair and pressed it down, half-cut. The wine bottle pierced his face fiercely-this series of actions is steady and fierce, which shows that the street brawl is experienced and is a senior hooligan.
But the sharp half-bottle poke on the man's face, but it slipped, not even a layer of oil skin cracked. His face was hard and pale, like some kind of metal.
"Vagabond" moved her neck indifferently, and gently grasped her hand holding her hair, as if holding a cat cub and grabbing the girl.
The bottle fell to the ground, and the girl struggled in the air, looking at the reflective face in shock: "You ... you are not human."
"Wanderer" showed a weird smile, Pu Fan's hand pinched her head, and her hands suddenly burst with blue muscles--
At this time, a strong light swept across, and then, three or four high-speed locomotives dived down from the air, apparently violating the ban "high-speed motor vehicles are not allowed to land less than 100 meters". The light arrived first, followed by thunder. The sound of his engine stirred up a whirlwind on the ground and swept his head over his face.
"Wanderer" may have realized something, his face changed, and he immediately ran to let go.
The wind brought by the high-speed locomotive caused the girl to stand unsteadily, and she hurriedly fell to the ground with her bag, and quickly grabbed the wall with her feet.
The little boy who was just thrown aside screamed and was blown into the sky directly by the whirlwind.
The monster-like "tramp" stunned like a beast, set a foot on the wall, and then, a laser flashed on him, and disappeared into the night instantly.
The little boy scrambled in the air, flew straight to the black bar not far away.
The back door of the bar suddenly opened, and a man came out and stretched out his hand to catch the boy's neck.
The high-speed locomotive fell silent on the ground, the girl lying on the corner looked up, and looked through her hair that was blown into a mound by the wind, and saw that the man was long and light, and could not see his face.
As he bent down, he placed the child on the ground, the flash of fire on the other empty hand, and the soot.
"There is no need to chase. There is a space field. I ran early," the man said quietly. "You can play a little bit more quietly next time. It's best to make people lose heart in a light year."