Chapter 1,449 Clues

(Well, it seems that the notice issued yesterday was mixed with the word "harmony". I am talking about the public Weixin - if you add the prefix "Cao", you can't believe it can still be harmonious! Those who play Weixin can search for "Yuantong Online" and ask for attention. ←←It won’t be harmonious this time, right?)

Lazy thing is really easy to come but hard to go. After staying at home for a few days, I felt like I was getting rusty. Of course, there are so many daily tasks every day, but you have to understand that there are two levels of work pressure: approving reports and reading documents at home, and going out to save the world and fight on your own. You can keep a cup of hot water on hand when approving reports. I still have a girl hanging on my body, so how can I have so much leisure time when I'm fighting with others outside? Of course, if Little Bubble is by my side, then she will still hang on to me even if I'm fighting with people outside. I won't discuss this.

The Mimosa race I met two days ago is still staying in the Shadow City. Their merchant ship "Grass Ark" is lying in the civilian star port undergoing maintenance. The report I have in hand mentions things related to this race. According to normal standards, the information of a Macro World caravan will not be sent to the head of state. There are many races in Macro World. Sandora and I are too busy just to name their names. However, because we have recently sent information about the ghost ship The priority was raised, and information about the only perennial herb caravan that had ever had a head-on collision with the ghost ship was sent over.

By the way, there should be nothing wrong with the title "Perennial Herb Caravan"...

What the analysis report shows is the surveillance video extracted from the shipboard host of the "Grass Ark". According to the surveillance footage, the merchant ship should have narrowly missed a tower-like structure in the middle of the ghost ship. This time it passed. The collision took away one-third of the merchant ship's hull. Those careless and undisciplined forest elves were really lucky. This luck was not only reflected in the fact that they did not directly crash into the ghost ship. What's more, the ghost ship has no shield.

Yes, when the "Grass Ark" collided with the ghost ship, it was not blocked by the latter's shield. The surveillance video showed that this was a very direct mechanical collision. The merchant ship's external camera also happened to briefly scan the ghost ship's hull. A shield generator was photographed: it was dull and appeared to be completely damaged.

So I say those forest spirits are really lucky. If the ghost ship's shield is still there, their merchant ship will not just be damaged. The surging energy of the mothership-level ghost energy shield will detonate the merchant ship's reactor at the moment of contact. Even if this does not happen, In the event of a disaster-induced explosion, their spaceship will also be burned into a pile of mosaics floating in space. The result of a collision with an imperial warship is this: compared to solid armor. That layer of psionic energy shield, which is far more powerful than the corona, is something even more terrifying.

I hope those forest spirits can learn to improve their organizational discipline after saving their lives...

I put down the report for the time being, then took the little bubble off myself for the third time and pressed it on the chair next to me. The little girl was quiet for about thirty seconds, and then crawled over here mumbling her own language again. I couldn't help it any longer, so I raised my head and complained to the little girl in the corner of the room who was fiddling with the data terminal: "I said, you finally came out of your room. Can't you take care of your daughter?"

Without raising her head, Paopao turned her fingers into stingers and inserted them into the data terminal for direct control. Her focus was entirely on the holographic projection in front of her, and she even spoke in a mess: "Purchase materials... That's your daughter too." , eighty or ninety percent of her current habits are from your education, okay... The explosion rate of this piece of shit is too low... I would say that you usually dote on our daughter too much."

"The primitive entertainment invented by humans is quite exciting for you to play," I couldn't help but want to complain about her. "You also specially transplanted a general cracked version of the data terminal... By the way, you are a Xiling host. Can't you just modify the data directly? ?”

Paopao looked up and stared at me, his expression extremely serious, as if he was about to participate in the US election: "You are questioning the belief of a non-RMB warrior! Is it still risky to change the data?"

I stared blankly at this nerdy girl who could connect her faith with playing games. I had just observed the game screen in her hand, and it seemed that the scene had not changed during the entire hour and a half I was reading the report. However, this really makes people curious: "What are you doing? Why are you still stuck at that level for more than an hour?" At the same time, I took off the little bubbles from my body for the fourth time.

"Tough crow feathers," Paopao replied in a sullen voice, "The explosion rate is three out of 10,000. However, I went to bed too late last night and my sister said a few words to me, so I may be in trouble today. Almost all the crows in this world have been Even though I killed them all, I didn’t expose them..."

Me: "..." I bet this girl is here to play games for luck!

At this time, the little crow opened the door and walked in, holding a plate of cake in his hand: "Master! Mommy baked the cake! Eat it for you!"

Bubble's eyes lit up the moment she saw the little crow. Her mother, who was obsessed with painting materials, immediately jumped over and grabbed the little crow's arm: "Little bird, make wings! Just make wings!"

The honest and obedient little crow spread its wings on the spot: after a period of training. She is now able to freely control her powers and undergo such partial transformations. By the way, when it just opens its wings, this silly bird looks a bit like the Dark Gods.

With a dazed look in her eyes, Bubble reached out to pluck the feathers from the little crow's wings. Before I could stop her, she had already pulled out several feathers. Then the girl gestured to the black feathers in her hand: "Well, the materials have been brushed, so changing the data now shouldn't count. You must be cheating. Speaking of which, the barrier between the third dimension and the second dimension is really something that needs to be converted..."

Do you have such a calculation? Aren’t you still lying to yourself?

The little crow reacted for a few seconds, and finally opened his mouth and howled at the top of his lungs. While crying, the girl steadily put the cake plate on the table: in this case, she did not forget what she was here to do. Yes, I felt really distressed and happy watching from the side. Finally, I grabbed Bubbles and knocked them hard.

Paopao covered his head and kept mumbling: "Yeah, the guide says that after completing this mission, you will be forced to deduct some blood. It seems to be true."

Me: "..." I can tell that this girl has become useless in a short period of time.

The documents on hand were almost finished, so I decided to put the rest of the work in the afternoon. First, I went downstairs to see if those naughty kids had started demolishing the house again. I had cake in my mouth. There was a little bubble hanging around her neck, and a grinning silly bird followed behind her. As soon as she got downstairs, she met Anweina who was about to float upstairs. The ghost maid first floated over and patted the little crow on the head, and then became curious. He asked: "Master. I heard Medivh crying just now. What happened?"

"Paopao got convulsions again while playing games," I curled my lips, "but I've already beaten him."

Anweina: "?"

At this time Sandora suddenly ran out of her room in a hurry. She looked very anxious. She grabbed my arm and said hastily: "Ajun. Come with me to Shadow City."

I quickly put Little Bubble on the ground and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"We found clues to the ghost ship," Sandora said quickly while opening the portal to the Shadow City, and explained the general situation, "The maintenance system of the civilian star port just sent a report, saying that it was An unknown component was found in the remaining cargo area of ​​the 'Grass Ark', which is likely to have fallen from the ghost ship."

When I heard it, I immediately became excited. While taking the little bubble off his body for the fifth time and pressing it to the ground and letting Anweina watch it, he stepped towards the portal: "Hurry, hurry up, hurry up and get this ship before it hits other people." Take it back."

Shandora suddenly remembered something at this time and greeted in the direction of the living room: "Xiaoxue! Xiaoxue, come here!"

The quirky naughty boy Wang Deng Deng ran to the stairs and looked up at Shandora: "Second mother, did you call me?"

Xiaoxue inherited her mother's language talent as always. There is a certain chance that the listener will be stunned instantly after speaking. Anyway, Sandora's expression almost collapsed on the spot: "This title... okay. Anyway, you can just follow here, maybe Use your abilities."

The three of us arrived at the Shadow City in a hurry, and then took a shuttle to a civilian starport about twenty astronomical units away: the merchant ship of the forest elves was lying in this starport. On the way, I felt a little weird: "By the way, the ghost ship is also an imperial warship. Why did even the parts fall off after this collision?"

The things made by the Xiling Apostles have always been famous for their excellent quality. The space fortress they built can last for tens of thousands of years, but the indigenous civilizations are still unable to pry off a piece of armor plate with all their efforts. Now, one of them has been decommissioned. The civilian merchant ship converted from a spaceship actually knocked off all the parts of the ghost ship, which is really incredible.

"It can only be said that the situation of the ghost ship is probably worse than we imagined," Sandora frowned, "I have read the previous report, and the ghost ship's shield seems to have been shut down. Now its parts are also Being easily knocked apart... Maybe the ship is on the verge of disintegration, and we need to find it quickly. The ship has been holding on for tens of thousands of years, and it cannot be disintegrated inexplicably at this last moment. Xiaoxue has done it before There was a prophecy, that ship is related to me, it should have something special - right Xiaoxue?"

Xiaoxue was holding the window next to her in a daze. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his hands and looked at Sandora with a silly smile on his face: "Hey, second mom, if I said that I was lying that day just to get some pocket money, would you throw me out on the spot... …”

Sandora and I were stunned at the same time: "..."

"You're just kidding," the naughty kid saw that we were really going to throw her out on the spot, and quickly waved his hands, "What about that ship... Maybe my ability to predict is not as good as my mother's, I just I can sense that the ghost ship is different from other imperial relics I have encountered in the past. The connection between it and the second mother... Sandora's mother is not a simple subordinate, but if I have to explain it, I can't explain it - —The world in my and my mother's eyes is different from the world in other people's eyes, and dad you should be very clear about this."

I remembered that Lin Xue spent a lot of effort trying to explain her way of seeing the world to us. In the end, I could only understand less than a third of it, and I couldn't empathize with her at all, so I stopped worrying about this issue. Anyway, as long as you know the outcome predicted by the prophet, as for the process, let Lin Xueying and his wife figure it out on their own.

The shuttle soon arrived at the civilian starport. This star port is also one of the facilities under the Space-Time Management Bureau, and it is also a supporting building of the Macro World. This is about the development of the past two years: as the Macro World network becomes stronger and stronger, there are more and more Races with potential were discovered or recommended by the censors, and these races or civilizations established official exchanges with the empire. Gradually, the macro world network is no longer limited to the initial circulation of people. The reason for this is very simple: those races that have formal contact with the empire and know about things like world gates cannot be satisfied with just sending one or two people to visit other worlds, so more and more people began to appear in the macro world network. More spaceships and larger official fleets: fleets from various races and civilizations in various worlds. Some of these fleets are caravans and some are envoys. Some are simply large tourist groups. The dimensional hub square in Shadow City has limited capacity, so we built large-scale world gates and supporting civilian facilities around all dimensional hub nodes (half a light year is considered the surrounding area). Starport is the kind of starport where forest elves dock.

This kind of civilian star port and the surrounding world gates that can be accessed by large spaceships are free and open: for an empire with unlimited resources, and all star gate facilities can be automatically operated and maintained, there is no levy on ordinary races at all. Something is necessary. Each race that has official contact with the empire can apply for a passage code that meets their needs. Captains rely on the passage code assigned to them to conduct "self-guided tours" between these ports distributed in various worlds. But the fact that the empire does not charge money does not mean that there is no place to spend money on the star port: some smart races have applied for the service industry window on the star port early and opened shops on the huge and abundant land in the empire's facilities. Come, these shops provide free services to fleets from other worlds docked at the port, such as local catering and entertainment. The star port in the empire's capital world will also have stalls selling various souvenirs from the Shadow City (after all, it is not Every ship can apply for a pass code to the Shadow City. Therefore, interstellar sailors who are lucky enough to visit the core area of ​​the empire like to buy some souvenirs at the star port near the empire capital and go back to show off to others to show their respect. Too big a world). Of course, stingy captains can complete macro world voyages without spending a penny. The services provided by void profiteers (which have become an increasingly large and formalized group) can only make their voyages more comfortable. That’s all. In this way, the endless flow of fleets from other worlds, the Imperial Star Port that no one knows its principles but seems to always operate stably, and the Void profiteers selling various things in the streets and alleys of the Star Port, these three actually formed a Fresh subculture——

Starship sailors who often sailed across the world called this the "Age of Voyage", and they spoke of this word with pride. It was as if they had created a new era.

Shandora and I both know these situations, and everything in this subculture circle, including the gang of void profiteers and super vendors, actually started operating after the empire registered it. The leaders of the empire acquiesced in all this, among which Shandora was Because I don’t think this is anything to care about at all, and my starting point is: since the cunning vendors in the void have become active, Sicaro’s business has become increasingly difficult... This makes me feel particularly gratified.

The starport is located above a dark red artificial planet. This artificial planet is one of the earliest star warships built by the empire. It was severely damaged in a previous battle, and its power furnace and weapon system were scrapped. So now he has retired early. Most of its weapons were dismantled and replaced with a lower-power power core, turning it into a downgraded paramilitary fortress that was parked in the shadow space for a long time. There are many downgraded planets like this in the shadow space, basically all of them are It is used as an anchor point for various civil facilities. This is an example right now.

The environment on the surface of this dark red artificial planet is not good. The trauma caused by the war that year made the planet's crust unstable. Therefore, almost all the population in this mini star system (there is an artificial sun here) They are all concentrated in the orbital star port and the nearby space castle. There are only a few scattered ecological zones near the mines on the artificial planet: some goblins who want money but not their lives have applied for the surface mining rights of this downgraded planet. Those green-skinned Crazy Little Man works day and night on the decommissioned star battleship to mine rich metal veins and superalloy slag left over from the war - this stuff is waste to the Imperial Army, but it is a sought-after treasure in many places in the macro world. They can be recycled into new starships and are superior to any natural substance you can find in the ordinary universe.

The above should also be regarded as the "special customs and customs" within the macro world system.

The civilian star port is a huge irregular frame. Because it is a civilian facility, the architectural purpose of this star port is to be "big enough and useful", so it does not look very beautiful. There were a large number of strange spaceships parked on both sides of the alloy frames extending out of the star port, all of which were visitors from other worlds. Under Sandora's guidance, I quickly saw the unlucky "Grass and Woods Ark" "Merchant ship.

It is parked in the maintenance position on the side of the star port facing the planet. It is a cargo spacecraft that was downgraded from a large aircraft carrier. The front half of the spacecraft is fine, but the back half is obviously missing a lot of things. The huge There were miserable twisted metal beams and shattered armor all around the stubble, making it look like a rotten stick with the back half cut open by a crude saw: the impact was really fatal.

Most of the crew of this spaceship are currently staying in the star port temporarily. Only some of the injured and the "people" who went to negotiate with the "Pan World Insurance Company" are not here: they have all gone to Shadow City. We met two days ago. The talkative mimosa on the table is one of the forest spirits who left here.

In the customs office where the "Grass Ark" temporarily applied, we met the "boss" of this forest elf caravan, the port director, and, of course, the accidentally discovered parts from the ghost ship. (To be continued...)