Chapter 24: Isn't it ... isn't it special effects?

The administrative center of Beijing β Star is 300 kilometers away from Xinghai University. It is noon. The temperature of the outdoor body feels unexpectedly deviates from expectations. It rises straight and approaches 20 degrees. The stone-like ice layer is full of vitality for more than two years. Midwinter seems to have a sense of recovery, as if a sudden spring breeze came from the end of the universe, blowing the sky blue as washing.
This is the third day of the "Thesis Week" of Xinghai University. In the evening three days ago, the students had already left the class and suddenly received a notice. The school teaching arrangement of only one principal was really very casual. The principal probably wanted to take annual leave and temporarily took This week changed to the dissertation week. He opened the library's authority, listed a dozen book lists, and left a very big topic-where do I think humans will go in the future.
At this point, there are still four days left to return homework. Most students are not thinking about the future of humanity, but White and others who are missing for no reason. The entire college has become a happy rumor factory. The argument has caused two rounds of group fights.
The orphanage where Mint lived was given a living allowance—she set it up. Every month, the bursary was automatically transferred to three-quarters of the family, but this time, as the bursary was paid, There was a notice letter.
The letter vowed to dismiss the principal Lu, who did not even want to remember the punishment, but adopted the kindergarten management method, and hurriedly wrote a letter before leaving to sue the parents of several students. The eldest children in the orphanage are hanging around this letter of complaint, and White's parents have already ran to the empty principal's office twice. The mother of the fighting is irresponsible. A letter, concise and lively: "Let him die."
According to the enrollment information, the letter sent to Huang Jinglian's home could not be delivered. He wandered around the entire planet and was returned to the principal's mailbox by the system.
On this day, the old dean of the School of Information, who had resigned, packed up his bags and was about to leave Beijing β Star. Before he left, he came to Xinghai University with a ghostly look, and saw the magnificent dome of the auditorium and the bustle of the school. Monkey child. The old dean did not expect that there were so many students in the school. He ran his hands over the fence and looked in. He saw two teenagers beating up and down, and the boy was grabbing the form in the girl's hand.
"Show me how it can be, I don't necessarily have to chase you, less self-confidence!"
The girl stomped on his calf: "Go away."
"I can show you mine too. I haven't reported any of the three colleges. I also mentioned a new professional direction-the Star Smuggling Guide. How about it? Listen, right? Hey, wait for me ! "
After listening to the old dean for a long while, I felt that in this sacred temple of knowledge, there were still a group of gorillas who were intellectually touching. So he helped the campus railings and walked away slowly. He is already 260 years old and has no permanent residence. He has taught in every university in the eighth galaxy, and has seen countless deserted doors and closed schools. Xinghai Academy was his last stop and finally let him down.
Suddenly a little discouraged, he looked down at the dry age spots on the back of his hands, and felt that in his life, he might have had a daydream and gone a stubborn and wrong way.
Two hundred and sixty years is also over.
Not long ago, he spent most of his life savings. He bought a place for himself in a nursing home with rights to Gloria Star. He plans to spend his old age there. This is a fairly decent old age in the eighth galaxy. Today Just set off.
The old dean looked up at the sky, the rare wind and sunshine, no northerly wind, and warmer winter than Beijing Star. He felt that this probably indicated that his journey would be smooth.
The homeless tramp digs out of their hiding places like a holiday and greets the old professor who passed by happily, celebrating each other and passing through a winter, and is about to usher in a four-year good season.
Not far away, I do n’t know who the domestic pigeons flocked across the sky and landed on the top of the six million dome of Xinghai University. They politely lowered the number of "dung" bubbles, expressing endless blessings to the students. .
Penny opened the door of the tavern, brought a bag of fresh bread bugs to the tavern's mascot lizard, then opened the window to ventilate, rolled up the sleeves, and wiped the tavern's tables and chairs. The fourth brother's place was clean and lively. Not much, just daily maintenance, she simply did it.
Penny has known him for five years. According to the standards of a woman, the fourth brother is actually not a shy person. Except for his unscrupulous personal image, he has no other bad habits. He drinks, never gets drunk, and has used it. The things will be put back in place. Whether it is the broken tavern he often visits or his home, there is a sense of clean and cold order.
"When is your master coming back?" Penny stepped on the bench and said to the lizard, "The fourth brother has been out of touch for several days. Where did he go with that little white face? I can try to contact he."
She wiped the glass clean and couldn't help but reach out and cover her eyes. "Why is it so sunny all of a sudden? I still sweat a little."
The lizard was silent and never responded to the woman's compassionate self-talk.
"I still can't get in touch. You said that I know he likes to be quiet, and I always go to him. Will he be annoying to me after a long time?" Penny, accustomed to the storm, looked at her personal terminal, Some tadpoles didn't notice that the big lizard behind her was slowly moving her inconvenient body, fearfully hiding the "sunlight" shot out of the window.
The signal from the personal terminal seemed to have been in the eighth galaxy for a week, and there was still no response. The person did not know where to go, and there was no communication signal.
Penny sighed: "Sure enough ..."
Her voice faded, and her personal terminal suddenly seemed to be stuck. It lighted up, and Penny spooked her fright. She opened her five fingers into her hair, and quickly grabbed her hair.
The next moment, a blurry image floated in the air, Penny saw it clearly, the fourth brother seemed to be in a very dark place, and during the interstellar journey, she could not calculate the jet lag. She regretted it and said carefully: " Is it your night? Am I disturbing you? "
The signal speed of light and shadow is unparalleled, but there is still a delay across the interstellar. Even if the projection on the personal terminal seems to be face to face, two people in space cannot talk in real time.
Lin Jinghengyuan smoked beside a scarred mech in an unknown abandoned supply station, and suddenly received Penny's communication request.
He may have a bad signal, his face appears blurry, and the transparent picture on the personal terminal is disturbed by the sunlight outside the window, which is blurred. Penny quickly went to the window and planned to close the curtains: "It's so nice today, you wait for me ..."
The too bright sunlight reflected her side face, and the slightly tough looks had a little girly temperament for no reason.
Zhan Lu, who is charging, said: "Principal Lu has repaired the communication system on the abandoned station. Although I have insufficient energy, I can use the communication network of the supply station to search for the coordinates of Baiyinjiu."
"Hurry up," Lin Jingheng was a little impatient, and the information hadn't arrived yet. He played soot. "Hurry up and answer the phone for me, just because you have so much to say ..."
When the word "Finish" was still stuck in his throat, the image was transmitted. Lin Jingheng saw the "sunshine" outside the window through Penny's screen, and heard that silly girl was still feeling "good weather". The smoke in his hand Fell to the ground: "Penny, leave the window and find a mech with a defense system!"
However, the interstellar distance is too far away, so that waves close to 300,000 kilometers per second are exhausted. His warning blurted out, and he is destined to run only on the road.
Penny saw a few clusters of red light exploding from the horizon. The hand pulling the curtain paused for a moment, but before she could see clearly, the red light burst suddenly, as if a thousand stars exploded in the sky. It was as pale as it was on.
The earth trembled with anger, the planetary crust that formed naturally for hundreds of millions of years made a dying cracking sound, the rocks collapsed, and the artificial atmosphere was like a layer of paper-thin glass.
Private houses, city buses that honked once every five minutes, always closed the machine's trash cans, filled the dome of the college dome, and the old professor who politely greeted every wanderer, gathered around the yard Worried child, panic lizard, and ... woman with her hand up against her forehead ...
They were all shrouded in the white light that was withered and rotten, and became overexposed pale silhouettes, and then melted in the upside down world.
The anti-missile system behind Beijing ’s beta star finally issued a hindsight alert. The civil servants in low-earth orbit were awakened by screams and stayed there for a full five minutes. The fart rolled up, and the eighth galaxy capital Xingkai Lai could no longer be reached, and he had to make an incoherent call for help towards the distant Liberty Alliance.
"The eighth galaxy Beijing's beta star was attacked. Report ... We were bombed by star missiles on a large scale. The enemy is unknown. We have no defense capabilities. The entire planet is collapsing under the attack of nuclear missiles ... Fuck!"
"Aren't you saying you want to upgrade our defense system ten years ago? You promised, people!"
"Help! Help ..."
"Beep--"
"Penny!"
The signal of Lin Jingheng's personal terminal suddenly cut off, and the girl who claimed to have lived the average age of the galaxy stood there, her figure frozen in front of him, leaving him a red face.
Lin Jingheng stayed for a second, then turned and left.
Prince Gloria's crazy laugh flew from the main control room. The screen seemed to be an inferior game advertisement. The missile of Shanhu Tsunami penetrated the screen and exploded on the unknowing Beijing star. Animation effect The old-fashioned perspective is not spectacular at all, even the picture quality is so worrying.
White smiled half-heartedly, "Is this a TV show or an advertisement, and the special effects are so touching, I can make a five and I can't have more."
"Then I'll give two." Cockfighting is a little uncomfortable. "Mr. Lu, can we change channels?"
But the two adults in the cockpit didn't make a noise.
Mint looked at the one-eyed eagle, and then looked at Lu Bixing, as if he realized what was in their expressions, and whispered, "General Lu, when can we go home with a good charge?"
Lu Bixing slowly turned his head, and Mint had never seen such an ugly face in the eyes of the girl.
At this time, Lin Jingheng hurriedly broke into the main control room, greeted him without saying a word, and said, "Check the entire inventory of the supply station, especially the supplies and weapons."
Lu Bixing's voice seemed to be in his throat and looked at Lin Jingheng stunned, as if he had never thought about it: "The supplies are sufficient and the arsenal is empty."
Lin Jingheng did not make any evaluation of what happened in front of him, and said quickly: "Separate the supplies separately, make rich according to the expectation of the next resupply half a year later. The mech charging and repair will be completed in half an hour. Set off immediately. "
Before the students had time to react to what had happened, they were snored by this order. What is the meaning of "the next supply is half a year later"?
The eighth galaxy is no longer civilized, but also human society. How many of them will fly in the crisis-ridden universe for half a year? Who knows how much is needed in the universe for half a year?
Lin Jingheng: "The lighting that is not needed is turned off, the communication network is encrypted, and Beijing Star's communications can be contacted here, indicating that this place is within the search range of the eighth galaxy core area ..."
White asked blankly, "Ah, can the call be answered? Should I also call my home?"
Mint reacted first, shaking blankly, grabbing White's elbow subconsciously, and shaking.
White gave her a puzzled hand. "What's wrong with you?"
Two seconds later, he understood the meaning of the girl. White's facial features spread out, stood for two seconds, squeezed out a smile, and looked back at the sea of ​​fire on the screen: "No ... Isn't this a special effect?"
No one answered him.
White's breath grew thicker, and his eyes turned around in a panic, trying to find the meaning of joking, and suddenly broke the voice: "Isn't this just a game advertisement? Ah? I ... I have played a similar one before ... ... "
Normally, it's okay to make a noise, but the state of emergency still can't understand the point, let alone the silver garrison, the young master soldier with a miscellaneous brand assigned by the military commission dare not perform in front of him. When the fire broke out, he said coldly: "Beijing Star was attacked. According to the style of Star Pirates, they will not stop. The eight galaxies have no regular garrison. No one can stop them. If you go further, the planet will be nuclear The energy waves generated during the guided attack are enough to shatter this small supply station, so that you can die without a burial place-do I understand enough? Give me a hurry if you don't want to die! "
Cyclops: "Lin Jingheng, this is not your silver fortress! You ..."
Lu Bixing stopped him, and stepped forward to hold White's shoulder at the same time: "I'm going to make a list of supplies, Xiao Huang keeps a record, the supplies store is not locked, wait for the four of you to follow my father to separate and prepare, and come back to me in 20 minutes , I will give you a simple mecha operation training, I need to encrypt the communication network, and have to do some other preparations. "
"principal……"
"The Mecha Operations Department needs at least one academic year of training to get to the real Mecha. We have to finish a year's teaching progress in ten minutes. The subject may be dead. Why do we still have time to cry? Classmates?" Lu Bixing sighed, stretched out his hand and wiped it on White's head and face, "get moving, do something, don't think so much."