Countdown to the return 47:59:57
Countdown to the return 47:59:56
Have you crossed?
So the end of the countdown is to travel to another time and space, and the countdown to return refers to the time of going back.
Qingchen is relieved to think of this. It's a good thing to go back.
Although he may not be remembered by anyone over there, his mother has a new life, so she doesn't care about him. Father... should be in the detention center.
So I should not care about him.
But even so, he still wanted to go back and have a look.
Qingchen starts to re-examine the "new world" in front of him.
When the world was reassembled, Qingchen saw his prison clothes and instantly understood his situation.
He was in a gray and dark cell. Except for an alloy gate full of technology, other places were completely closed walls.
The cell is a single room with only one bed, which is covered with a thin sheet.
There is also a shelf beside it, which is empty except for quilts, toothbrushes and towels.
The wall of the cell is gray. What Qingchen can't understand is that the gray wall is clearly emitting metallic luster under the light outside.
Metal wall?
Qingchen sat up and stroked the wall in a daze. Where would this kind of costless building material be used?
Obviously, it doesn't belong to the world he once knew.
He quickly looked down at his hand. The bone cutter in his hand was gone, but the fingerprint on the palm was exactly the same as he had been, even the position of the pores on his hand was half right.
This is his own body.
Qingchen sits on the bed with his knee in his arms. He looks at the heavy alloy door and doesn't know what he is thinking.
Slowly, the door began to make a noise, and there was still a sound of people beating the alloy prison door next door.
Qingchen slowly walked to the door and tried to listen to what was roaring outside, but before he could hear it clearly, the alloy door made a clear sound of pneumatic transmission, and the door opened.
He looked out of the door, which was a back corridor.
The square prison fortress has seven floors, and each floor has a dense array of cells.
Inside the newly opened alloy doors were dark cells, like wild animals.
Qingchen is standing in the door. It seems that as long as he takes this step, he will move towards an unknown life.
In the vast prison, the radio suddenly rang out somewhere, and there was a beautiful female voice: "At seven o'clock in the morning, breakfast time, please all the prisoners line up in order to go to the restaurant for dinner."
The voice echoed in the prison fortress, while Qingchen still looked at the threshold in front of him.
It seems that everything will be different once he steps out.
In fact, he felt that he was different from a certain moment.
When did it start?
Probably... when he thought that only the last two and a half hours were left in his life, he did what he wanted to do most, but he dared not do before.
I even reported to my father. What else can I not face.
He stepped out of the cell.
But the next moment he was stunned again.
In the not spacious corridor outside, there was a prisoner standing in front of each cell door: an old man bent down and looked at him. In the other's right eye socket, there was a mechanical eye with red light. The whole right eye socket of the other party was a mechanical structure, and the metal part extended to the right temple.
The mechanical eye looks not exquisite, even rough. The mechanical eye keeps changing its focus.
It seems that the other party is analyzing his details.
It's like he uses his memory to analyze others.
A burly middle-aged prisoner, his right arm was completely made up of machinery. The other party moved his fingers. Qingchen could hear the metal sound of mechanical parts turning when the other party's palm opened and closed.
The stout metal arm, like a twisted steel muscle, is tough and irritable.
In the whole prison fortress, half of the people have mechanical limbs.
Mechanical civilization?
These four words spring out of Qingchen's mind.
Before he could continue to think, he saw the burly prisoner in the next cell smiling at him: "Hey, new comer, don't eat too much breakfast, or it will be ugly when you throw up."
As soon as the words fell, many people laughed in the corridor: "I heard that twelve new people came last night, and today they can have fun."
"The boy doesn't have any mechanical limbs. It seems that it doesn't matter if he is outside."
When he heard the words "new", Qingchen was stunned. He thought that the other party knew that he had just crossed from the earth.
But soon he realized that this "newcomer" should mean that he had just entered prison, and the other party should not know his identity as an earthman.
And Qingchen frowned and thought that the other party's so-called entertainment would be a disaster for him.
He controlled his inner restlessness and fear. When an ordinary high school sophomore faced the sudden violent change, the only thing Qingchen could do was to force himself not to reveal anything unusual.
Suddenly, a teenager on the corridor on the fourth floor opposite got mad and said, "What place is this? I want to go home! I don't want to stay in such a ghost place, who are you!? I'm Huang Jixian, my father is the chairman of Yongli Group, stay away from me!"
As he spoke, the boy ran crazily along the corridor.
The others did not move. They just stood in place and watched as if they were watching the excitement, still keeping the queue.
Someone wondered: "Where is Los Angeles?"
Suddenly, Qingchen heard a beep coming from overhead. He looked up and saw that four drones, like water drops, were breaking away from the wall and falling down from the high and deep ceiling.
Qingchen's eyes stayed on the ceiling, where eighteen metal storm forts like Gatlin were neatly embedded upside down.
With the running of the flustered boy, nine of the metal storms are also turning!
"Please stop walking," a female voice said on the UAV, "Warning again, please stop walking."
Then, a radio was heard in the prison fortress: "Please all prisoners stand by."
In just over ten seconds, four drones blocked the young man in the corridor, and the muzzle of each drone pointed at him.
At the same time, a gate was opened below the prison fortress, and nine robots holding black cold guns were entering at full speed.
The young man sat down in fear, while Qingchen stared at it coldly.
The other party's behavior is a little extreme, but it helps Qingchen learn a lot of information.
Machine guns, drones, robots, mechanical limbs, and countless pieces of information all flowed into his brain at once.
But what surprised Qingchen most was that he suddenly realized that he was not the only one who came here from the earth.
It is not the first, and should not be the last.