Chapter 2: Forbidden Castle (2)

A month ago, Ethan was still wearing a tailored gray suit, his hair neatly fixed with hairspray, a decorative mechanical watch on his wrist, and strode past the magnificent building of the Financial Assembly after the Secretary of Energy. corridor. He has a busy and orderly life. He goes to work at the Secretary of the Bureau of Energy at 9 o'clock every day, and leaves work at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. He drives his car through the steel forest-like city of the space station, eats dinner at his favorite Italian restaurant, and works out after he gets home For an hour, on Friday night, I went to the bar or club for a few drinks with my colleagues. Day in and day out, except for some trivial troubles, everything is done step by step.
On that mundane Wednesday, when he served as the chief representative to receive VIPs from the Third Reich, he would not have thought that the charming man with a pair of beautiful blue eyes would knit a photo while smiling at him in the sun. The net that made him fall.
Mineral researcher Roland, male Alpha, has a deep outline of facial features, and a thin layer of stubble on his chin, which has an unruly charm when smiling. Ethan, who longs for some heart-pounding waves in his ordinary life, is simply unable to parry the opponent's offensive.
Ethan originally thought that this time he found the destined person, he was already ready to do his best to love that man, but in the end, when all the lies were exposed in the cold moral court, all the feelings he paid became sharp and inserted back. In his own heart.
Accompanied by the harsh sirens, I opened my eyes and saw the dirty ceiling. At five o'clock in the morning, it was the moment for all the inhumans in the forbidden city to get up, and this sharp sound of piercing the eardrum echoed over the entire forbidden city. Ethan can't remember where he is in a daze, and his brain is buzzing with pain.
"Get up, the secretary, or you won't be able to catch up with dinner."
The sudden strange voice made Ethan wake up immediately, and suddenly sat up from the bed. He tremblingly touched the glasses on the low cabinet and saw Samus holding his toothbrushing cup, putting a towel on his shoulder and opening the door. In the corridor, there was a lot of voices, shouts, and footsteps. Ethan had the urge to lie back and continue to sleep, because maybe waking up again would not be the nightmare before him.
Thinking of everything he had lost, thinking that he would spend the rest of his life here, Ethan suddenly wondered if he still had to live with the hope of saving a hundred points.
There is only one bathroom on a floor, but it is convenient for a hundred people to wash in the morning. Only a dozen people can enter at a time, which is naturally blocked. The crowd lined up in the narrow corridor, and they were all men, ranging in age from just adulthood to a hundred or so years old. There was a muddy smell of sweat spreading in the air, and Ethan lowered his head and mixed in the crowd inconspicuously. He looked up and looked around, but did not see Samus.
The walls of the humble bathroom are covered with black mold and yellow water stains. All non-human beings flood into the bathroom like sheep, and they wash quickly in a long wash basin. They have to be cleaned up within a minute, even if they are large size. It can't be more than three minutes, so as to give up the position to the next person, otherwise the queues will start scolding mothers. Ethan used to spend fifteen to twenty minutes arranging his instruments, but now someone started cursing after his teeth were half brushed. He hurriedly rinsed off the toothpaste foam in his mouth, and was pushed out of the bathroom again.
At half past five, all non-humans have to rush to the nearest cafeteria to receive the morning and noon rations. After that, there is nothing left. The entire gloomy city suddenly awakened at this point. Leaving the small building where I lived, I saw a long line on the narrow and dirty street. All non-human beings were leaving the place of residence and marching in a certain direction. Orderly. There are sleeping robot police everywhere on the street, seemingly harmless or even a little clumsy. In fact, they are equipped with high-energy laser weapons capable of vaporizing the human body within a few seconds. Non-human actions are all fired there. Under surveillance with a red light lens. Because of the presence of these killing machines, these dangerous elements judged by human society have to abide by the rules, wear uniform clothes, and walk forward slowly in the team, like rows of worker ants.
From morning until now, Ethan has been in a certain state of confusion, not knowing what to do next, just blindly doing what everyone else is doing. This feeling made him very at a loss, and the tip of his nose was sweaty. He looked around carefully, and found that the male and female were no longer separated outside, and it was difficult to distinguish Alpha, Beta or Omega at a glance. However, when you look closely, you can often find a thin Omega behind some tall and strong Alphas, and these Omegas, whether male or female, have obvious congestion bite marks on the Omega glands of the neck. Some even have blood, which are obviously already Marked by Alpha in front. Ethan thought of Samuel's tall back, the invisible Omega glands on his neck were clean. Once his identity is leaked, he might become the target of countless Alpha competitions... It is hard to imagine how Samus survived in such an environment.
Probably because of Beta's instinct to protect Omega, he had a deep sympathy for Samuel.
But after another thought, I can't protect myself now, and I still have a leisurely heart to sympathize with others...
The canteen is a single-story gray building tiled on the ground, and countless teams gather from all directions into this tombstone-like cuboid. The long tables full of oil stains in the lobby exude a rotten smell of food residue. Everyone lined up to receive food at the front row of food distribution points. Breakfast is a piece of compressed nutritious bread with condensed milk. The bread is as hard as a stone. The milk has a rotten taste, but the nutrition and calories are enough to support half a day. Lunch is a canned soup and compressed food. Ethan turned around with his food, and saw that the non-people had automatically divided into groups, sitting in twos and threes to eat. Obviously most non-humans have their own circles, and even those who are too old to walk have their "senior people's clubs", gathering far away at the long table.
He was at a loss and wanted to find Samuel. But there was a huge crowd of people, where there was a trace of that Omega, so I had to find a table where there was no one and sit down. I tore the bread wrapper and took a bite and couldn't eat it anymore. The taste was dry and hard like wood, and there was a bit of plastic. The smell of bubbles. A month ago, he was eating fresh beef and vegetables, drinking wine made from real grapes, and sometimes even worried because he didn't know what to eat. But from now on, three meals a day, he can only eat these.
When I was pitying myself, suddenly the radio in the cafeteria rang like a bell, and a cold female voice said, "All non-humans numbered 250, 251, and 252 will gather at the gate of a district within ten minutes."
Ethan glanced at the number 252 printed on the left chest of his clothes.
Many people stood up after hearing the notice and walked towards the exit of the canteen one after another, thinking about the three mentioned numbers. He saw a female Beta crying and being pulled out by another female Beta, shouting "I don't want to die!"
Another girl exhorted, "It will be fine! Obedient! Otherwise we will all die!"
"I don't want to! I don't want to die! Help!"
The girl's shrill cry caused the temperature in the entire cafeteria to drop a few degrees. Those who hadn't read the number seemed to be used to it and continued to eat their own breakfast.
Ethan felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and the piece of bread he had swallowed just now seemed to be stuck in the middle of the esophagus, making it difficult for him to breathe. He tried to stand up, but couldn't move.
What exactly do these numbers mean?
At this time, his arm hurt, and he was violently pulled up. When I turned around, I saw Samuel's icy face.
"What...what's wrong?" Ethan asked in a panic.
Samuel pushed him towards the exit, his face heavy, "I don't know if you are lucky or unlucky, anyway, the opportunity for atonement is here."
"Atonement? Are you talking about dangerous tasks for inhumans?"
"Otherwise, do you think the government is so kind to raise human trash like us for nothing?" Samuel sneered, his tone full of sarcasm, "As long as you can survive, you will get closer to going out. Can’t survive, at least you won’t have to eat this shit-like food in the future."
Ethan's nose was sweaty and his thinking was messy, "But...but I haven't received any training at all? What is the task? I haven't even got a gun!"
"How do I know. Stop talking nonsense, people who resisted and don't report will be neutralized by those killing machines."
Ethan followed about 90 people out of the canteen. There were a few armed guards waiting for them outside. After quickly counting the number of people, they packed everyone into several military trucks. In the dark, Ethan huddled with strangers who couldn't see their faces, shaking with the bumps of the road. Repressed sobbing, low curses, and whispering conversations floated in the depressed air, but more of it was silence.
Ethan is still in a daze. He also heard people talk about the atonement mission in the forbidden city when he was in the Energy Bureau. It is said to be some extremely dangerous work, including mining some extremely radioactive minerals, surveying volcanic activities, going to remote planets to build bases, and using them as vaccines or medicines. Experimental subjects, or perform daredevil missions. According to the difficulty of the task, different scores of moral value are awarded. The more dangerous the moral value, the higher the problem is that the probability of death is higher. There are rumors that no one in the forbidden city can survive a hundred points. After he got the result of the trial, he kept thinking that in order to be able to get out alive, he should try his best to take on jobs that are not so dangerous, and accumulate little by little, and finally he can go out.
But he has forgotten, maybe as an inhuman, he can't choose at all.
Five minutes later, the car stopped and emerged from the dark carriage. In front of it was a high steel city wall that was used to divide different areas of the forbidden city. There was an ear-piercing scream from the huge broadcast speaker on the gate, and then the same mechanical female voice in the cafeteria said: "Code of Atonement Mission: Qingfeng, score: 10."
The crowd was in an uproar upon hearing the points. Samuel whistled beside him, "It looks like it will be a chore."
Ethan asked in a low voice, "Is 10 points high?"
"It's already one-tenth of a hundred, you said it's not high. The last time there was a tenth task was three months ago."
Ethan's heart began to sink.
"Task content: Go to the Red Earth in the 930 star field to search for the Earth Alliance and Eve's pioneers. Departure time: Immediately." After the female voice was over, a handsome male Beta guard said through a loudspeaker, "We need five Ten people, old rules, are there volunteers?"
Everyone looked at each other, and for a long while, several people who seemed quite fierce came forward. Samuel hesitated and was about to stand out, but was suddenly stopped by Ethan.
"If the score is so high, it must be very dangerous, you will die?" Ethan whispered.
Samus slapped his hand away and glared at him, "I still use your fresh fish to teach me? Get out." After that, he strode out of the team. The volunteers seemed to know each other, and a few of them greeted briefly. One of the big red-haired guys hugged Samuel's shoulders like a buddy.
However, there are only nine volunteers, and forty-one people remain. What should I do?
I saw the handsome guard with black hair and black eyes holding a baton in his hand, slowly pacing past in front of non-people, and casually pointed, "You, get out of the line."
The male Beta was spotted with a dull face, his whole person was shaking, but he still had to step out of the queue. The guard walked all the way, randomly pointing with a baton, and soon a dozen people left the queue, including the female Beta who had been crying. Most of the people who weren't spotted had a relaxed expression of escape. When the guard came to Ethan's side, he deliberately shrank his shoulders and lowered his head, wishing to get to the ground. The guard's high boots made a creaking sound when they stepped on the ground, shaking his cautious liver.
However, the day was not fulfilled, the baton still poked his chest hard, "You."
Ethan's throat was dry, his legs were limp, and he stepped out as ordered, but his mind was blank.
Fifty people were quickly selected, and several guards came over and put a black collar around everyone's neck. The cold touch touched the skin, and Ethan fought a cold war. These collars can emit electric currents ranging from warning to lethal, and anyone who attempts to escape or disobeys instructions will be shocked. Once again, they were driven into the truck, and then driven into a transport plane after half an hour of bumping. Ethan was in a trance during the whole process, wondering if his brain refused to digest more information because he was too afraid of possible death.
Ethan had heard the name Red Earth before in the Department of Energy. It was the newly discovered habitable planet on the edge of the Milky Way. It was discovered by the astronomers of the Earth Alliance and the observers of Eve Star at the same time, so it was classified as a shared star by both parties. area. Both sides sent many developers and pioneers to investigate and build bases above, and found a large number of copper mines on it. There have been reports in the news.
Ethan also tried to observe the beautiful red planet with a high-powered telescope, but never thought that one day he would go there.
After flying for more than ten hours, they landed at a military airport, surrounded by Gobi deserts, and far away, huge wreckage of the city stood in the sand. This is not an ordinary airport, but an airport for space navigation. On the broad and flat ground are lined up with tall and bright spaceships, most of which are graceful and smooth dish-shaped, with pearly silver-gray flowing on the surface.
Fifty non-human beings were ordered to line up behind a pair of special forces soldiers to board the ship. The soldiers turned their heads and looked at them with expressions mixed with mockery, contempt, playfulness, or indifference. A soldier sarcastically said, "I have to work with a group of scumbags. I really had a big luck!"
A female Beta officer rebuked, "Shut up Jason!"
Ethan has been on a spaceship several times, and even a few times on a special plane with the director. But I have never been on such a large military spacecraft. Looking up, people are facing such a giant like a fly, sailing in the endless darkness, it is difficult not to fear. A platform at the bottom of the spacecraft slowly descended, and everyone stood on this platform and was sent into the belly of the spacecraft.
Although it is for military use, the interior of the spacecraft is very clean, giving people a smooth and smooth feel everywhere. They were gathered on a bridge large enough to hold two hundred people. Ethan noticed that besides them, there were some Eve stars.
Eve people, a race known for their mystery and beauty. Like humans, they have six genders, and their average height is a few centimeters higher than that of humans. They have pointed ears and a third eye that is usually closed on their forehead and shows only a red trace. Unlike most of the advanced races in the galaxy, the Eve people have very religious beliefs and have a perception that is several times higher than that of humans. Some people say that they can perceive things that humans can't perceive, and even communicate with the energies of the universe and in the dark, and then understand the truth that many other races are difficult to understand.
These Eve stars are mostly soldiers similar to them, wearing neat white uniforms. But there is an Eve who seems to be a male Alpha. He is wearing a white silk high-necked robe embroidered with gorgeous golden patterns. His curly-curved short golden hair exudes a light gilt color and silver-gray eye pupil bands. The three-eye marks on his forehead are more obvious than ordinary people, like a cluster of flames burning between the brows. He has a mysterious and noble temperament in him, which is slightly different from other soldiers.
That person is probably the priest of Eve Star. Because it is a race that values ​​faith, there are often priests accompanying the army when marching and fighting, and they have a high status in the army, so it is not surprising.
It's just that the priest is really beautiful.
"Hey, the eyes are straight." Samuel squeezed a teasing from the corner of his mouth, and Ethan hurriedly turned his eyes away and pushed his glasses with his hand.
The Eve people have long heard of "inhumans" in the Earth Alliance, but this is the first time they have seen it with their own eyes, and they can't help but glance at the fifty humans with a somewhat curious mood.
The white priest Tanithel turned his silver-gray eyes slightly, and calmly looked at the so-called inhumans who were so sinful. Unexpectedly, quite a few of these people did not look as tall and dangerous as imagined, and some were even thinner and timid than ordinary people on Earth.
Cooperating with Earth Alliance humans has never been a pleasant experience. This is an ancient and closed country. The whole country blindly worships their President Abia, even though she actually only inherited her father’s seat, although she has some military merits, she does not rely on elections at all. Her life is also very mysterious and rarely appears in public. The moral value system of the people on earth is extremely harsh and repressive, requiring all human beings to be the same. Anyone who violates some so-called moral traditions will always be deducted points. The problem is that these moral traditions are not necessarily reasonable. Some are just bad habits that have existed for a long time, while others are methods used by a small group of people to control another large group of people, which is very absurd. For example, if you change jobs at work, if the reason is that other companies give higher wages, the old employer will be labeled as unfaithful. A few years ago, an old employer sued a former employee in the Ethics Court for infidelity, and successfully deducted three points of the employee’s moral value. Since then, when planning to change jobs, everyone has racked their brains to find some more lofty reasons, such as to comply with the parents' wishes, to leave home more convenient to take care of the children, so employers have no excuses to blame themselves for infidelity.
People on earth have always been considered staid and fanatical, lacking the ability to think on their own. And the scum among these people on Earth is definitely a more barbaric existence, so everyone is not looking forward to this mission. Although those non-humans will be used as bait and dangerous live meat, it is not a joy to live on the spacecraft with such a group of people for a week.
Tanithel noticed the tall and handsome young man in the crowd with a hydra tattooed on his arm. His body exudes a standard Alpha breath, and his appearance is also very consistent, but he can feel a trace of imperceptible temptation from the man's body...
That is the breath of Omega...
In a chaotic and dirty place like the Forbidden City, an Omega disguised as Alpha... seems to be an interesting story.
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