Xiao Xiangzhi, you people on earth really know how to play

Morris came out of the dungeon, and a soldier with a square face took over the duties of Adjutant Gunn.

The soldier with a square face looked at Morris's clothes crooked, with two buttons undone, and walked out of the dungeon with a satisfied expression on his face. When he looked carefully, there was still a hint of peach at the end of his eyes.

He lowered his head and said, "Marshal! Prince Berg has sent a message that Cheng Jin is missing in the Sigma Nebula System, and needs the military's network-wide monitoring equipment."

Morris buttoned the last button, covering the red marks on his Adam's apple, and asked, "Cheng Jin?"

The soldier with a square face knew that the Marshal didn't care about insignificant people, and he didn't remember such a child at all: "Marshal, George is a genius with a rare talent for reading minds in the Berg family."

Morris seemed to have just remembered, "Ah, I've seen that kid, but...mind reading? Heh, I can't seem to read me."

Morris thought of the meaty lump he had seen before, and couldn't help laughing out loud. The look of being puffed up by himself was quite cute.

The soldier with the square face looked at the marshal's beautiful smiling face, and hurriedly lowered his head to hide his abrupt eyes.

"Arrange the monitoring center to find George's chip signal, and search simultaneously in real time."

"Yes!"

"Oh, by the way, the young man I asked you to track is not a native interstellar resident without a chip, pay close attention to his whereabouts, don't lose track, and report to me in time if there is any danger or abnormality."

Morris entered the study room, licked the small wound on the corner of his mouth, narrowed his eyes slightly like a cat, and helped him look after his younger brother, as today's prostitution.

The red stud on the earlobe vibrates, indicating that there is a video connection.

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

On the opposite side of the video, a gentle man in a white coat and glasses shouted excitedly:

"Morris! I want to go back!"

"Oh?" Morris slightly moved his long legs resting on the table, adjusted a comfortable posture, and continued, "Why do you want to come back?"

The person on the opposite side looked pale: "Why? I have been on the front line for three months! I almost vomit seeing these bug corpses every day! Now my body and mind are extremely unhealthy, and if I don't stop in time, I will die young. Come on Drucker, I want to go back, I want to go back!"

Morris raised his eyes lazily: "Oh? You are so uncomfortable, how can you still have the leisure to gossip with Genn? Stephenson."

In the video, Stephenson swallowed nervously, and said: "I, I, I... I didn't say it on purpose, it was him who set me up and I accidentally said bald, and I don't know how he guessed it , Cocoa, maybe you have revealed something?"

The corner of Morris's mouth was slightly raised, and he looked at him coldly: "That is to say, you did tell him?"

Stephenson was immediately discouraged, laughed and said, "Ha... ha... It's been 12 months after all, the baby should have been out of the bionic womb... Congratulations." Stephenson looked at Morris more and more With colder and colder eyes, he continued tremblingly: "I, I, I think! The front line is also very good! As a senior and competent military doctor of the great Islamic Empire! I am honored to be on the front line!!! Why don't I hang up first!"

"stop."

Stephenson stopped hanging up and looked at him pitifully.

"If," Morris organized the language, he emphasized again: "I mean, if you haven't picked up the baby after more than 12 months, what will happen?"

"What?!! You haven't gone yet?"

"You just answer my question." Morris looked away from his accusing eyes.

Stephenson was speechless: "If it doesn't exceed, it may be thrown to the garbage star to fend for itself."

"What? That's the blood of Prince Berg!"

Stephenson said leisurely: "Little Angel Center picks up the baby according to the number, but I don't know whose baby it is."

Morris hung up the communication in a hurry: "That's it, hang up first."

Looking at the screen that went black in an instant, Stephenson let out a piggy laugh, "Heh heh heh... let you husband and wife bully me."

In fact, the Little Angel Center will contact you 10 days after the mailbox or communication method is not picked up, and the baby will stay in the bionic womb well.

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Three days later, the Sigma Nebula System.

A passenger spaceship slowly entered the connecting port.

A young man with a slightly lowered face walked out of the platform in the direction of the flow of people, actually 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 Junk Star this time?"

The big man with a strong body waved his hand: "Hey! Don't mention it, I'm so lucky that I didn't find anything, so I earned a cleaning fee, and I'm a loser."

"How did I hear that someone found a mecha on Garbage Star?"

"Someone found mechas, but they are very old mechas. They were obsolete 200 years ago. However, they can be sold for 20000 amethyst coins if they are integrated. It's enough to enjoy themselves for a while."

The paper man said: "Let me tell you, you can make more money punching with your physique! You don't need to hit the 1st district, and it's better than picking up trash if you hit the 20th district!"

The big man smiled wryly and said: "Who doesn't know that boxing earns a lot, and the death rate is also high! What is the slogan of the duel stage? 'It doesn't matter whether you live or die, it's best to kill!', my dad...was beaten to death, those people , are not human."

……

Garbage star?Punch? District 1, District 20?What's the meaning……

Jory followed the two silently and listened, and searched for travel guides about the Sigma Nebula System on Starnet these days.

A line of bright red words jumped out: "Tourism is not recommended in this area!"

"..."

Searching the Sigma Nebula System, all the keywords that pop up are war, poverty, famine, violence, darkness, etc. It looks very ominous. Thinking that Mo Sen is in such a place now, he can't wait to fly to him .

Jory 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 Mo Sen had become stronger.

He tried to send a mental wave:

— Mawson?Mawson?

— Can you sense me?Mawson.

There is no response.

Jory was a little frustrated. He could clearly feel that Mo Sen was fluctuating violently, but he couldn't get in touch.

Just when he was about to give up, a wave of familiar and friendly spirit came back:

——I'll talk about it later.

It's Mawson!

Jory stood up excitedly, causing the kobold sitting next to him to look sideways. He couldn't suppress his joy and tried to calm down.

While waiting, he carefully felt Mo Sen's mental fluctuations.

From day to night, I also waited until Mo Sen's mental fluctuations disappeared.

Jory frowned slightly, not knowing what was going on.

"Hey, hey, hey! The door is closing! Everyone is out! Don't stay here!"

Jory looked up at the shabby clock on the wall, it was already twelve o'clock in the evening.

"Hey! You still want to stay here after everyone else is gone?"

A security guard walked up to Jory with a taser.

"You people are just begging for nothing to live in a place where our connection port is not a place for homeless people!"

Qiao Rui got up expressionlessly, looked coldly at the security guard who was a head shorter than him, and said flatly, "I look like a homeless man?"

The security guard looked up at him, stunned by the icy aura around him, and the coercion from the high-level made him a little breathless.

He has been working here for decades, and he has seen many deported people who couldn't stay in the prosperous planet. At first, he thought he was a downcast deportee when he saw Jory sitting downcastly. Looking at it this way, it seems... no. .

The security guard coughed in embarrassment, and the one who knew the current affairs was Junjie: "Uh, cough! My little brother, we have to close at 12 o'clock, and the overnight stay inside the transit hall."

The security guard thought suspiciously: This person is not weak, and he doesn't seem to want to be short of money. What is he doing on this shabby 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 lightly, "Is there a hotel near here?"

The security guard laughed dryly: "Ha! What kind of hotel? Our slum planet youth hostel has the most advanced configuration, and the hotel with single rooms must be a luxury equipment only available in the first three districts!"

Jory asked puzzled, "What do you mean by District 1 and District 2?"

"You don't even know about this?" Uncle Security was a little contemptuous, but then thought of this person's strength, and introduced him embarrassingly: "Our Sigma had only three poor people in the beginning, and then more and more races entered the universe one after another. Civilization, but the blood or talent is very low-level and has not been able to enter the bustling Alpha, Beta, and Delta nebula systems, and can only stay in the Sigma nebula system. There are more and more poor stars, and a poor star is a district."

"What is the use of setting up these districts?"

"Screening! Tens of millions of years of development, the elimination and screening of people on the poor star from generation to generation, there will always be some existences with particularly strong strength. The strength that can live in District 1 is the strongest, and they will decrease in order. Strength cannot make the entire race enter the prosperous nebula system, and the humble origin cannot even enter the eyes of a first-class civilized country, and for generations, they can only live in the chaos of Sigma."

Jory followed the security guards from the transit hall to the door.

Sure enough, as he said, even the important hub station is very desolate, there are 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?"

Jory said flatly, "Look for someone."

The security guard looked understanding: "Oh, the Qiu family has hidden here, right? Haha! It's so chaotic here, you may have found something!"

Jory ignored his misunderstanding and asked, "Where is the youth hotel you mentioned?"

The security guard locked the gate, turned his head and said with a smile, "Hey! My family runs a hotel, come with me!"

Qiao Rui: "..." This uncle talks so much just to solicit customers, right?

The author has something to say: I have handed over to a new position today~~ Overtime for a while~~ Are you all asleep?There was a squeak of sleep.