Chapter 760 New Ghost and Old Friend
Countless characters fluttered in the "room" like snowflakes, looking extremely chaotic, with no trace of any pattern to be found.
In Jing Jiu's eyes, these snowflakes can reveal a lot of information.
The people in the room are all the most amazing cloud ghosts in the Galaxy Alliance, but at this time they fell into a shocked silence because of him, a newcomer.
No one asked about his origin and name, this is the rule of Yinwang.
Unless you have the ability to find his place yourself.
The people in the room right now definitely don't want to do that, they're worried they'll piss each other off and end up like "the hare."
"Hare" is the best at hiding traces among them, but even if there is a military network barrier, they are still caught by this guy, how dare they take risks.
I don't know how long it took, a certain snowflake moved slightly, and a line of text appeared: "Your purpose?"
No one knows how this newcomer entered the hidden network, and how he found this room in the deepest part of the star domain network.
The most critical question is, why did this newcomer come here?
"I want to ask you some questions."
This is Jing Jiu's real thought.
The star domain network and the hidden network do have a lot of useful information and knowledge, and the database is all-encompassing, but there is always some knowledge and experience left in people's brains.
These people are people with extremely high IQ and rich knowledge in the Galaxy Alliance, and they are good learning objects.
The snowflakes all over the sky froze slightly, and then danced again, appearing more free and agile. It was obvious that the mood of those people relaxed a lot.
"I appreciate your ability. If you have any questions, just ask, and don't just throw out those conjectures."
"Yes, we don't know each other, but we are both very good guys in various fields, and we should be able to find suitable answers to any questions."
"For the sake of catching the hare, I would like to answer your three questions."
Looking at the characters in the snowflakes and thinking about the silver-haired girl, Jing Jiu thought that the human beings in the Galaxy Alliance are much more enthusiastic than Chaotian Continent.
He didn't know how to write the word polite, so he directly asked his own question. The first question was the aspect of number theory that he disliked the most and was also the least good at.
Time passed slowly, he kept asking questions, and those in the room thought about it carefully, and then gave answers.
Half an hour later, the room became extremely quiet again, and no one spoke.
Jing Jiu still has a lot of questions. The problem is that no one has answered the first few questions yet.
One, two, three, four... He silently counted to twenty, confirmed that these people could not answer, thanked them, and left the room.
The snowflakes seemed to be frozen in the air, and there was no sound for a long time.
After a while, those people left without making a sound, and the snowflakes continued to fall.
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The main star of the alliance has a laboratory that looks very ordinary.
There is a very ordinary workshop next to the toilet in the laboratory. There is a seemingly ordinary computer and some ordinary succulents on the table. An ordinary middle-aged researcher tapped the keyboard lightly, and a small square hidden in the data on the entire screen disappeared. He took off his glasses, rubbed the center of his brows, and showed a self-deprecating smile on his face.
After leaving the university for too long, the most cutting-edge subject research has become unfamiliar, and I can't find any clues to that question, but... there is a puzzled look on his face, why can't those people answer it?
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In the depths of the underground block of Wanshan Planetary Base, there are rats and cockroaches all over the place. The sanitation conditions here are obviously much worse than that of Stargate Base. The shredded recruiting posters were floating on the ground and stuck to the sewage. Because the paper was made of composite materials, even mice were not interested in making nests, and naturally no one recycled it.
There is an extremely small room deep in the dark alley, and the dim light is not as bright as a computer screen.
A thin man squatted in a chair surrounded by instant food, cigarette packs, medicine bottles, laser amplifiers and other weapons, staring at the computer desktop in a daze, with his lips moving slightly, showing his yellow teeth.
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Similar images keep appearing in several places in the Galaxy Alliance, and they also appear in the universe.
A silver-white spaceship is flying towards the depths of the starry sky, the speed is getting faster and faster, and the engine is shining with a faint blue light, not a real flame.
In the universe behind him, the Star Gate planet is illuminated by the stars, like the buttocks of a girl in hollow underwear.
The pale-haired old man got up from his chair, ignoring the ban on space navigation, and lit a handmade thick tobacco by himself.
He pulled out twice vigorously, and the room was filled with choking smoke.
The smoke alarms of the entire spacecraft have been debugged with the most perfect molecular collection and analysis system to ensure that there will be no misjudgment of the smoke produced by tobacco products, so no alarm sounds.
The door of the room was pushed open, and a man wearing the military uniform of the lieutenant colonel of the Galaxy Alliance walked in, and said to the old man, "Dean, the list of candidates for the Star Award needs your signature."
The old man known as the dean waved his hand impatiently and said, "What's the hurry?"
The lieutenant colonel said with a wry smile: "The list came out 20 days ago. At that time, you were in the Stargate base laboratory. Don't let us disturb you. Now..."
"Okay, okay, I'll sign in a while." The old man drove him out of the room, walked back to the light curtain and looked at the non-stop flow of data, and said, "It takes a lot of time to calculate these few problems. You left in twenty seconds. Are people so anxious now?"
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In the depths of the universe, there is a battleship floating.
In the dark world that can be seen with the naked eye, many warships can still be seen.
This is the very edge of the Galactic Federation, many light-years away from the nearest star.
The extremely dark space ahead is the legendary sea of dark things.
Human beings have not been able to discover the real dark matter until now, nor can they understand the reason why those monsters suddenly appeared in the sea of dark matter. But now they have mastered a certain method—probably using a gravitational field to form a chain to seal off the sea of dark objects where monsters appear most frequently.
These warships are used to arrange the gravitational field and monitor the sea of dark matter. Different from the common silver-white spaceships in the Galaxy Alliance, they are all black, slender, and have uneven surfaces. They look like rusty swords that have been eroded by wind and rain for many years.
This is because the appearance of the battleship needs to be fully enclosed with special-shaped materials in order to resist the invasion of the consciousness of the monsters in the sea of dark matter.
There is only one information channel for the fully enclosed battleship to communicate with the outside world. Located in the captain's room directly in front of it is a square metal box painted in eye-catching red.
In order to ensure the smooth flow of information channels and prevent accidents, the metal box is very strong and difficult to break.
But by this time the red metal box had been split in half, and all the cables inside had been pulled out.
A girl in military uniform was standing beside her holding an axe, panting, her face was flushed, and beads of sweat were dripping from her temples.
With a loud bang, the captain's room was smashed open from the outside.
The captain rushed in with his subordinates and saw such a scene.
"What the hell is going on! Have you gone crazy!" The captain rushed to the girl and shouted angrily, "Even if you are..."
His voice stopped abruptly. Those subordinates silently exited the captain's room, as if they hadn't heard this sentence.
The girl handed the ax to the captain, took a bottle of water, and gulped it down, thinking that if the physical truncation was not performed, that guy would follow in. What if the battleship was controlled by then?
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Jing Jiu's consciousness left that room, and then he left the library.
Standing on the stone steps of the library, he looked up to the sky.
After all, this place is different from the neighborhood below. You can see some blue sky and white clouds, you can see those high platforms more clearly, and you can even faintly see some villa-like buildings. Going up the line of sight, through the clouds and mist, you come to the space, where there are several battleships suspended as usual.
That person was actually an officer on a battleship, and he was using a military network, no wonder it was troublesome.
It took him a while to enter the warship's network, and it seemed that effective control was about to be formed, but the information channel was cut off.
He could think of how the other party did it, and appreciated that guy's decisiveness.
He withdrew his gaze, walked onto the lawn and walked towards the woods over there.
Noisy sounds came from not far away again, with occasional whistles and jeers.
That silver hair is very eye-catching, seems to be burning in the twilight.
However, the silver-haired girl's will did not burn. She lowered her head and stood in front of the crowd to accept the teacher's lesson.
Jing Jiu saw that the corners of her lips were pursed tightly.
Very stubborn, not weak.
This reminded him of Zhao Layue and Liu Shisui.
"I heard that you are writing a novel recently? You don't care about your studies! You don't care about your practice! What are you going to do? Or do you have the self-confidence to break through? Come on! Let your classmates see what level you are now!"
Criticisms that are common in any world echo across the lawn.
Jing Jiu waved his hand.
There was a light rubbing sound.
The vitality tester broke in two, and then exploded with a bang.
The lawn became chaotic, screams rang out again and again, and teachers and students scattered in panic.
The fire started out small, and quickly became extremely violent. In the twilight, it looked like the sun that occasionally appeared in the sky.
Jing Jiu came to the forest and flew down the cliff without looking back.
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The harsh grinding sound kept ringing in that room of the apartment building.
On the cabinet, the yellow cat in the photo opened its eyes wide, as if it didn't understand what happened to its owner today.
Zhong Lizi lowered his head, scraping the last remaining food in the box with a plastic spoon, the sound was lower than that made in the cafeteria that day.
She suddenly woke up and looked up.
Jing Jiu leaned against the other end of the chair, already asleep.
She thought he was writing novels and studying textbooks too hard these days, so she put her hands together, silently said sorry, and went into the room.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes, looked at the closed door, thoughtfully.