Rib Flower [Ability]

"Hey——from my understanding, Sayero is a ruthless character. Every time he encounters a desperate situation that can drive a normal person crazy, he can always find a way to save himself. I always wonder if he is a human being... ..."

"Go away, don't make it sound like he's dead."

The young man who was concentrating on the screen frowned, unceremoniously and coldly interrupted Ando's consolation.

He bent his phalanges and rubbed his sore forehead, opened the information communication interface, his slender and beautiful fingers quickly slid across the spherical ore screen as if playing a piano, combined a series of complicated program codes, and began to restore this The signal source of a segment of the video, trying to simulate backtracking.

Although he failed to go to university, thanks to the years that Sayello sent him to the "talented" school in Hong Kong, he learned enough skills for him to travel unimpeded in the virtual world of the Internet.

That high school gathered the most talented but naughty orphans from all over the world. They were all the children of stateless refugees like him and some criminals with special identities. There.

There, he hardly took a few serious classes, but spent all day in the school library, and understood one thing - he was born to be a hacker.

And he proved it at his high school graduation ceremony.

He hacked the defense system of the whole school, stole the latest satellite monitoring "Sky Eye" developed by them without anyone knowing it, and sold it to "Thorn Paradise".It was this heinous illegal act that was enough to sentence him to life imprisonment, which became his pass to enter the world's largest interstellar black market trading company, allowing him to own and drive this warship, and realize his wish to find Sayero .

But even at this step, he still felt so incompetent.

If...if he had been born ten years earlier, he would definitely be able to keep up with Sayero's footsteps.

"Sir..." Bai Ying patted him on the shoulder.

"Stop talking nonsense, go outside and set up an information communication station." The young man ordered without looking sideways.

"What do you want to do?" Ando approached unwittingly, looking at the densely packed program codes on the screen. They are more complicated than the element names contained in the most obscure chemical formulas. It is hard to imagine a person's brain How to hold these things and decipher them in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, he couldn't help but recall the appearance of Sayero he saw at the funeral on the day World War III ended 15 years ago.

The dark glasses covered the eyes of the mighty neo-Nazi officer, but they couldn't cover the liquid running down his cheeks—it was blood red.

"I owe atonement to my brother. He was so young, such a genius, he didn't deserve to end up here."

As he said that, his slender figure stood straight in the smoke and dust of the burning rescue cabin, looking lonely and cold, only a petri dish containing the cloned gene of the dead person in his hand exuded pure white light, like A star that accompanied him in the boundless darkness.It seems that even if the sun dies and the end comes, this star will accompany this ruthless and iron-blooded man until the end of time.

This scene was almost engraved in Ando's retina, which made him remember it very deeply.

His gaze quietly turned to the young man beside him, just in time to collide with his glance.

"The voyage logs are all synchronized to the control satellite. If this video was ever sent to the satellite, as long as I re-establish contact with that satellite, I have a way to get those parts that were deleted by Sayero...Although there is only sound .” Helo methodically entered the last string of codes.

Ando came back to his senses: "Uh...but there are so many satellites in the universe, how do you know which one Sayero used to transmit the message?"

As soon as the words fell, a string of numbers "XB370" popped up on the spherical screen, and a holographic image was projected at the same time, accurately displaying the coordinates of this planet in the universe.

"That's it." Helo stopped and shook his aching arm, "It's just a reverse search. This satellite has also fed back information from the earth to his computer, and the logbook will automatically record the planet number."

After speaking, he walked to the door, put on the protective clothing and helmet, and asked while packing his equipment, "I have to dig out the radio transmitter of the warship from that pile of scrap metal."

When the light of the star dipped into the horizon, the communication tower was installed.

After a series of ultra-high-frequency electromagnetic waves and noisy current sounds, some recognizable sounds gradually came out from the speakers connected to the communication station, but it was impossible to determine which day's log it was from.Everyone sat in front of the computer and held their breath. For a while, the entire conference room was eerily silent.

"Nineteenth...solar day..."

Sayero's voice came out intermittently from the noise, and Herlo turned up the volume with the remote control.

"...What is certain now is that I am the only survivor in the base."

His voice was as calm and self-possessed as ever, but it was distorted by the current filter, but it was not difficult to hear the weak panting sound, like the sound of sandpaper grinding a metal bulkhead, grazed Helo's heart heavily.He held his breath, wishing he could throw his stalled heart out of his body and lock it in a certain cabinet.

"...extreme measures, I...the flower of evil...is devouring...suppressing...split...I must...record it..."

Helo tightened his fingers involuntarily, but he heard Sayero's incomplete and fragmented words suddenly turn into a harsh noise.Then another strange movement came out intermittently from Sayero's muttering, and it seemed that it was approaching from a distance and becoming more and more clear.Helo froze all over, and all the blood in his body was condensed in the eardrum.

The sound of mollusk crawling against the bulkhead that appeared in his auditory hallucination last night.

Helo's back felt numb.

That voice was not just his hallucination.

"What the hell is this? It sounds disgusting." Ando touched his arm in disgust, a layer of goosebumps had already appeared on his skin, and the lone wolf gave a contemptuous glance at this organ that could face a lot of blood. Color change guy.

Suddenly a terrible loud noise resounded through the entire cabin, almost breaking the eardrums of everyone in the team.

It was like metal being hammered and scraped, mixed with echoes, and finally turned into a piercing, high-pitched roar, but no human could withstand such high-frequency noise.Herlo turned down the volume, her brain was buzzing, she shook her head, thinking of the destroyed hatch, her whole body felt cold.

What happened to Sayero before?What happened after that?

"Gentlemen, guess what I found?" A voice woke him up from the dazed state, and he saw the glass screen in front of him flicker, and the images of Nightingale and Lone Wolf popped up.

The lone wolf was checking the ground, and Nightingale was squatting among a pile of ruins. She raised a board of unknown texture, and three-dimensional threads of light emerged from its surface, gradually forming a complete sphere. Swipe to zoom in and out to show different outlines.

- An electromagnetic topography map of the planet.

"I think I found the location of the base ship that "Thorn Paradise" left here many years ago."

She flicked a blinking green cursor on the map board, and Hero felt that the small bright spot looked like an animal eye hidden in the dark, peeking at them eeriely.

They were one step closer to where Sayero might be.