Black Sky

Chapter 10 Go for a walk

“27 years?”

The stunned look on Saer’s face didn’t seem to be from a performance at all, so much so that Truth took out the communicator, flipped out the information and checked the time seriously.

He looked back and forth three times from the display year, then stood up straight and walked towards Saer with the communicator in his hand.

Truth stood still in front of Saer, the communicator slid between his fingers and turned around. He turned the screen displaying the message to Saer, and said: “Your message announcing the escape was indeed received by this thing 27 years ago, and you sent me another message today, 27 years later. Ask me why I don’t reply.”

Sahe said in a bad breath: “Am I sick?”

Truth: “Don’t you?”

Sahe: “…”

Seeing that the mop with both hands were in front of the fork, they were about to squeeze again, silently squeezed towards the corner, and then gently turned the dining chair in front of him, blocking himself with the back of the chair to reduce the sense of existence.

Saer laughed shortly again, shook his head and said, “Well, the sir has the final say, I’m barely sick. But the two messages are sent only one day apart, maybe one and a half days apart, in short, never more than two days. .”

Truth: “Then it seems that the cosmic supersignal doesn’t just like you. It probably has a vengeance against you.”

“Let me see.” Saer raised his hand to touch Trus’s communicator.

Truth raised his eyebrows and threw it back into the pocket of his trousers before he touched it.

“It’s too defensive, dear.” Sahe paused his fingers, then returned to the edge of the table, and knocked twice as if he were playing the piano. Then he said: “When I sent you a message, I just made the jump twice. I found a place to stay, and as soon as I put away the communicator, I found that the place was running towards the black hole. It seems that the time flow rate nearby is a bit different from yours—”

Halfway through the explanation, he frowned when he suddenly thought of something, but in a blink of an eye he returned to his normal look, and continued, “It’s a bit too much.”

In fact, before Sae said, Truss guessed that it was affected by the black hole.

Although the gap is indeed unexpectedly large, there is currently no more reasonable explanation. Variations in the flow of time are normal in the vast universe. Truth is not too concerned. As he walks toward the cage, he casually asks: “So when did you escape from prison?”

Before Sae answered, the prisoner in the cage said for him: “The day the planet exploded.”

Truth couldn’t help but look back at him.

Saer opened his hands, “The old nest is in a bad mood. It’s normal to go for a walk.”

Chus: “…”

Mop: “…” Go for a walk? ! Big boss, do you remember that you are a prisoner? Big boss?

For someone like Saer who doesn’t even blink his eyes when talking nonsense, chatting with him is torturing himself.

Truss waved his hand, didn’t bother to care about him, turned his head and knocked on the side of the cage, and said, “Thank you for your answer, but if you can tell me what happened to the space prison, it would be even more touching.”

As he said, he reached out and touched the black gold ring on the prisoner’s arm.

He touched the black gold ring suddenly, and the prisoner’s name appeared quietly on the edge.

Chus glanced at it and continued: “Curton Lester, oh—you are the Golden Crow of the West Side.”

The name “Golden Crow of the West West City” was once a psychological shadow of the officials on the planetary power pyramid. He used to make a shocking appearance in the United Administrative Building, the White Eagle Sanatorium directly managed by the military, and several places on Bank Street. Disturbance. One admiral died before and after, four high-ranking officials in the presbytery, and no fewer than twenty middle-level officials.

Those few chaos happened to be concentrated in the same week, which made people unable to cope with it.

After that week, the planetary regime has undergone a modest reshuffle. Due to the absence of responsible officials, several ongoing global projects were shelved or suspended, which directly led to the extremely chaotic situation in those two years.

Some people say that it was the end of a conspiracy and the beginning of another conspiracy. After all, the archives about the “Golden Crow” incident later became Level 9 encrypted files. The people got confused in the divergent reports, and they were attracted by other things before they knew the specific situation.

What everyone can see is that after the “Golden Crow Incident,” a group of young officials were brought up.

Truth was the safe building that entered that year.

The prisoner’s reaction to the name “Golden Crow” was somewhat complicated. On the one hand, he frowned and looked very impatient. On the other hand, he habitually raised his chin slightly, showing a subtle arrogance.

He bit the dead skin on the corners of his lips for a while, and opened his throat dumbly, but he didn’t answer Truth’s question: “Don’t call that nickname in front of me, it’s annoying.”

Truss looked at him calmly for a while, then raised his hand and pressed the sound-absorbing ring on his neck, “I’m very sorry, I prefer straightforward answers, and I don’t like to hear people complain about insignificant things.”

After speaking, he touched the metal piece on the end with his thumb, the green light of the sound-absorbing coil switched back to the red light in a second, and it was locked again.

Golden Crow: “…”

He stared at Chus and snarled silently: Fuck your father!

Chus leaned closer, covered his nose, staring at the Golden Crow from top to bottom with his pale eyes, still too calm: “It’s a pity that my father has passed away. I’m not sure if you can realize the idea just now, but I Don’t mind sending you to see him.”

Golden Crow: “…”

Once you have tasted the taste of being lifted, it will become extremely difficult to be restricted again, and it will be unbearable like scratching your heart and your lungs.

The Golden Crow silently scolded Chu Si’s eight generations of ancestors, and finally subdued, rolled his eyes and knocked on the cage at Chu Si: I was wrong.

Chus smiled and untied his sound-absorbing coil again.

The Golden Crow deliberately sprayed his face with blood first, but when he thought of being silenced, he had to pinch his nose to endure, and said: “That…the day after Yang left the prison, there was turmoil here, the deputy chief on duty and The prison guards were sneak attacked and all locked into the first cell, while those of us were forced into physical shock by the **** gang, and we were in the cage when we opened our eyes.”

Chu Si frowned: “The first cell is full, can it be packed?”

“It can be packed because the people who were originally locked up inside have been released, Gray Wolf Set and his grandchildren.” Golden Crow mocked: “The attack on the prison guard and the opening of the first prison are all orders of one person…”

“Who?” Chus asked.

Golden Crow: “You.”

Chus touched his earlobe, then squinted: “I probably heard it wrong, who are you talking about?”