Whistle To the Earth, You Guys Really Know How To Play

Chapter 76: Youth Hostel

Morris walked out of the dungeon, and a soldier with a national character face temporarily replaced the duties of Adjutant Gunn.

The soldier with the Chinese character face looked at Morris’ clothes crookedly, with two buttons unbuttoned, and walked out of the dungeon with a contented expression. Upon closer inspection, there was still a hint of peach in the end of his eyes.

He lowered his head and said: “Marshal! Prince Berg has come to hear that Cheng Jin has disappeared in the Sigma Nebula and needs to use the military’s entire network monitoring equipment.”

Morris buckled the last button to cover the red mark on the throat, and asked, “Cheng Jin?”

The soldier with the Chinese character face knows that Master Marshal doesn’t care about insignificant people, and he doesn’t even remember such a child: “Marshal, George is a genius with rare mind-reading talent in the Berg family.”

Morris seemed to just remember, “Ah, I’ve seen that kid, but…mind reading? Oh, I can’t seem to read me.”

Morris thought of the meaty tuo he had seen before, couldn’t help but laughed, and he looked so cute that he was amused by himself.

The soldier with the national character face looked at the marshal’s beautiful and moving face, and hurriedly lowered his head to hide his abrupt eyes.

“Arrange for the monitoring center to find out the signal of George’s chip and find it synchronously in real time.”

“Yes!”

“Oh, by the way, the young man I asked you to track is not an interstellar native resident without a chip. Pay close attention to his whereabouts. Don’t lose it. If there is any danger or abnormality, report to me in time.”

Morris entered the study, licked the small cut on the corner of his mouth, narrowed his eyes like a cat, and helped him look after his brother, as if he was today’s prostitute.

The red earrings on the earlobe vibrate, indicating that there is video access.

Morris sat unnaturally on the soft chair and put his legs on the table.

Opposite the video, a gentle man in a white coat and glasses shouted excitedly:

“Morris! I want to go back!”

“Oh?” Morris gently moved the long legs resting on the table, adjusted a comfortable posture, and continued: “Why come back?”

The person on the opposite side has a dish: “What and why? I have been on the front line for three months! I almost vomit when I look at these corpses every day! Now my body and mind are extremely unhealthy. If I stop in time, I will die young. Change Drucker is here, I want to go back, I want to go back!”

Morris raised his eyes lazily: “Oh? I am so uncomfortable, how can I still gossiping with Gern? Stephenson.”

In the video, Stephenson swallowed nervously and said: “I, I, I… I didn’t say it on purpose. It was he who did what I said and I accidentally said bald mouth. I don’t know how he guessed it. Cocoa may be where you exposed the stuff, right?”

The corner of Morris’s mouth raised slightly, and his eyes looked at him coldly: “In other words, did you tell him?”

Stephenson immediately persuaded him and said with a smile: “Ha…Ha…It’s already 12 months by the calculation, the baby should have been out of the bionic womb…Congratulations.” Stephenson looked at Morris getting colder and colder. His eyes trembled and continued: “I, I, I think! That front line is also very good! As a great senior and competent military doctor of the Slan Empire! I am honored to be on the front line!! I will hang on first. Come on!”

‘stop.”

Stephenson stopped hanging up and looked at him pitifully.

“If,” Morris organized the language, and emphasized again: “I mean if, more than 12 months, I haven’t picked up the baby, what will happen?”

“What?! Haven’t you gone yet?”

“You just have to answer my question.” Morris looked away, not looking at his condemning eyes.

Stephenson was speechless: “If you don’t exceed it, you may be thrown into the garbage star to fend for itself.”

“What? That’s Prince Berg’s blood!”

Stephenson said leisurely: “Little Angel Center picked up by number, but I don’t know whose baby it is.”

Morris hurriedly hung up the communication: “That’s it, hang up first.”

Looking at the screen that went black for an instant, Stephenson chuckled a pig smile, “Huch…let your husband bully me.”

In fact, the Little Angel Center will contact you after 10 days without picking up according to the mailbox or communication method left, and the baby will stay in the bionic womb.

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Three days later, the Sigma Nebula.

A passenger spacecraft slowly sailed into the connecting port.

A young man walked out of the platform along the direction of the flow of people with his face down slightly, but he was listening to all directions to collect information.

A skinny man with a body like a piece of paper said: “Did you find any good treasures on your trip to the garbage star this time?”

The big man with a strong body waved his hand: “Hey! Don’t mention it. I was so lucky. I didn’t find anything. I earned a cleanup fee and died.”

“How did I hear that someone found a mecha on Trash Star.”

“Someone found mechas, but they are very old mechas that were obsolete 200 years ago. However, integration and integration can also sell 20,000 Amethyst coins, which is enough for a while.”

The paper man said: “If you want me to say, you make more money by punching with your physique! You don’t have to hit area 1, and it’s better to hit area 20 than picking up trash!”

The big man smiled bitterly and said: “Who doesn’t know that punching earns a lot, and the death rate is also high! What is the slogan of the duel? “It doesn’t matter whether it is life or death, it is best to kill!” My dad… is the one who was beaten to death, those people, None of them are humans.”

…

Garbage star? Punch? District 1 and District 20? What’s the meaning…

Qiao Rui listened silently behind the two of them. These days, they searched the Star Network for travel guides about the Sigma Nebula system.

A line of bright red words jumped out: “This area is not recommended for tourism!”

“…”

Searching for the Sigma Nebula system, all that popped up were war, poverty, famine, violence, darkness and other keywords. It was very unlucky to look at. When he thought that Mawson was in such a place now, he wished to fly to him quickly. .

Qiao Rui sat casually on a chair in the transfer hall of the connecting port, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

After entering the Sigma Nebula System, he obviously felt that the spiritual connection with Mawson had become stronger.

He tried to send a spiritual wave past:

-Mawson? Mawson?

—Can you feel me? Mawson.

There is no response.

Qiao Rui was a little frustrated. He could clearly feel that Mawson’s spirit fluctuated sharply, but he could not get in touch.

Just as he was about to give up, a familiar and cordial spirit wave came back:

—Talk later.

It’s Mawson!

Qiao Rui stood up excitedly, causing the kobold sitting beside him to look sideways. He couldn’t suppress his happy mood, and forced himself to calm down.

While waiting, he carefully felt Mawson’s mental fluctuations.

From day to night, it also waited until Mawson’s mental fluctuations disappeared.

Qiao Rui frowned slightly, wondering what was going on.

“Hey hey hey! It’s about to close! It’s all out! Don’t stay here!”

Qiao Rui looked up at the dilapidated clock on the wall. It was already 12 o’clock in the evening.

“Hey! Do you want to stay here after everyone else is gone?”

A security guard walked up to Qiao Rui with a shock stick.

“You people, you just don’t have the ability to beg for nothing. Living in our connecting port is not a place for homeless people!”

Qiao Rui stood up blankly, looked at the security guard who was a head shorter, and said faintly: “I look like a tramp?”

The security guard looked up at him, shocked by the cold aura around him, and the pressure from the high-ranking made him a little breathless.

He has been here for decades, and he has seen many people who can’t stay on the prosperous planet and are expelled. Originally, he thought Qiao Rui was sitting down with his head down and thought he was a dejected person. From this look, it seemed…no.

The security coughed in embarrassment, and the person who knew the current affairs was Junjie: “Uh, cough! This little brother, we have to close the door at 12 o’clock and stay overnight in the transfer hall.”

The security guard thought suspiciously: This person is not weak, and he doesn’t seem to want to be short of money. What do you do with this broken planet? Could it be an undercover agent sent by another nebula system? Experience poor literary youth?

Qiao Rui was in a bad mood, picked up his light backpack, and asked faintly: “Is there a hotel near here?”

The security guard laughed dryly: “Ha! What hotel? Our Slum Planet Youth Hostel is the most advanced configuration. The single room hotel must be the luxury equipment available in the first 3 districts!”

Qiao Rui wondered: “What do you mean by District 1 and District 2?”

“You don’t know this?” Uncle Security was a little contemptuous, and then thought of the strength of this person, and introduced slyly: “We only had three poor stars in Sigma at the beginning, and more races have entered the universe one after another. Civilization, but with very low blood or talent, has been unable to enter the prosperous Alpha, Beta, and Delta Nebula systems, and can only stay in the Sigma Nebula system. The Poor Stars are more and more, and a Poor Star is just a zone.”

“What is the use of setting up these areas?”

“Screening! Tens of millions of years of development, the elimination of generations of people on the poor star, there will always be some particularly strong existences. The strength to live in District 1 is the strongest, and it decreases in order, only relying on personal Strength cannot make the entire race into the prosperous nebula system, and the humble background is not in the eyes of first-class civilized countries. For generations, they can only live in the chaos of Sigma.”

Qiao Rui followed the security guard from the transfer hall to the door.

Sure enough, as he said, even the important hub stations are very desolate, with only sporadic lights at a glance, and there are almost no small shops on the street.

The security guard rubbed his hands and said to Qiao Rui, “I don’t think you look like a fugitive. Why can’t you think about coming here?”

Qiao Rui said lightly: “Find someone.”

The security guard looked like he understood: “Oh, the enemy has hid here, right? Haha! It’s so chaotic here, you can find some of it!”

Qiao Rui ignored his misunderstanding and asked, “Where is the youth hotel you mentioned?”

The security guard locked the door, turned his head and smiled and said, “Hey! My house is the owner of a hotel, come with me!”

Qiao Rui: “…” This uncle said so much just to solicit customers, right?

The author has something to say: I am handing over to a new position today Added a class for a while Are you all asleep? He squeaked when he fell asleep.