The first plug-in in the last days

When Kang Heng fell into a drowsy sleep, he heard someone calling himself in his ear.

"Little Four, Little Four? Wake up, get up and do me a favor."

ah?He instinctively stretched his eyelids, his brain was still in a sleep state, and the face of his roommate Yan Zhaozhu was reflected in front of his eyes.

After another long time, he finally realized that he was awake.

He struggled to sit up from the bed, his eyelids were drooping, and he looked at Yan Zhaozhuo sleepily, "Brother Yan, what's wrong?"

To be honest, Kang Heng never imagined that Yan Zhaozhu would need his help.

His roommate is a veritable real winner in life: rich, willful, handsome.

He is always secretive about his life experience, but he has a lot of money that can't be spent, and his background is mysterious, so he is likely to be born in a wealthy family.He has a very straightforward personality, so straightforward that he acts recklessly. He acts without any scruples on weekdays. He can do whatever he wants, and his chicness makes people jealous.It's fine if that's all there is, but he still looks good. Not only is he recognized as a school girl in school, but he's also well-known on Weibo.

Yan Zhaozhu's face was blocked by a mobile phone screen, and Kang Heng was a little confused to see that the other party held up the mobile phone and brought an opened webpage to his eyes.

"What is this - Baidu Tieba? All the conjectures about the zombie apocalypse?"

He flipped through the post and found that it was a "science popularization post" written by a doomsday lover based on his own imagination. It taught in detail what the end of the world would look like, what preparations people should make, and how to defend against the enemy.The content is so detailed that even each paragraph of text is accompanied by a pair of illustrations.

It's obviously a hypothetical post, but it's serious about itself.Especially the bottom line - "I believe that what you can see here is true love. In fact, the host did not fake it. I am here to inform you seriously and seriously: The zombie apocalypse is really about to break out, on March 2018, 3 This morning, if you have no food at home, hurry up to stock up on food, fill up your car, and get your weapons ready, and learn more from the landlord’s post-apocalyptic zombie survival manual, and wish everyone can survive!”

He was a little funny, "Brother Yan, why are you showing me this?"

"Do you have time now? Can you check the IP of the person who posted it for me?" Yan Zhaozhu said.

"Ha, check your IP?"

"Yes, I want to know all the information of the person who posted the post, at least the identity and address. Can this be found?"

Kang Heng shook his head, "It's hard to say, there are very few solid-state IPs now. If it is a dynamic IP, you can only get a rough range through field comparison. But I can try social engineering, information security in the era of big data, you got it."

The person on the opposite side was silent for a while, and said, "Okay, can there be any results before tonight?"

"I'll try my best. Is Brother Yan in a hurry?"

"Urgent, very urgent." Yan Zhaozhuo closed his eyes, his face revealing a trace of imperceptible fatigue.

Kang Heng sat at the table and got busy, Yan Zhaozhu looked at the other two roommates - Qi Dongchao was still soundly asleep, Gao Han was woken up by them, raised his body and looked at him suspiciously.

He hesitated for a moment, then went outside the door with his mobile phone in hand, made a call and called his adoptive mother.

Of course, Yan Zhaozhu is not a son of a wealthy family. In fact, he is an orphan who was thrown on the streets of the United States since he was a child. He only returned to China to go to school in recent years.His adoptive mother is also Chinese. For some reason, she could not return to China. She stayed in Las Vegas for many years and ran a casino.

The name "Yan Zhaozhu" comes from a small name tag hanging on his chest. In addition to Chinese, there is also a line written in a very strange language. However, they have never figured out what language it is .

The dialing sound rang again and again, but the other party did not answer.

Yan Zhaozhu's heart sank.He interrupted the dial and made another call, this time, to his ex-girlfriend Feng Xiaoxiao.

This inexplicable post was sent to him by Feng Xiaoxiao.And it was sent to him suddenly after the two officially broke up and did not speak for several days.

His conditions are very good, and there are naturally many mad bees and butterflies around him, and he himself is also a capitalized hedonism, and he seems to be wandering in the flowers.It's just that he doesn't like to maintain a long-term relationship with women, and every time he starts a relationship, he has to make an appointment in advance to get together and break up.Only with Feng Xiaoxiao, they talked for more than half a year without breaking up.

A slutty school girl and a gentle little white flower, the two of you and me are as good as a romance novel, no matter what the parties think in their hearts, in the eyes of friends, they are simply miracles.

Then suddenly, with a clang, Yan Zhaozhu was dumped.

In his opinion, this relationship has been going smoothly so far, and there have been no major problems at all, but the face of a woman can change as soon as she says it changes.This time, the girlfriend is not happy, and her firm will to break up cannot be questioned.

Although, Yan Zhaozhu had no intention of keeping her.

Not only did Feng Xiaoxiao not answer the phone, she even turned off her phone.

Of the friends who can be contacted, no one knows where she is now.

When she sent the link early in the morning, he opened it immediately when he saw the name, and it took only two hours to browse the post from beginning to end.But within these two hours, Feng Xiaoxiao disappeared without a trace.

Yan Zhaozhu had a bit of a headache. He dug up the post again and saw the last line "The zombie apocalypse is really about to break out, on the morning of March 2018, 3".

After thinking for a moment, he turned around and changed his clothes, took out his ID card wallet, and took all his bank|bank|cards with him, ready to go out.

It's better to be prepared than unprepared.

Why is this joking post so important?

Yan Zhaozhuo has a secret, a secret that he never tells anyone. Since he was seven or eight years old, he has been having a dream about the zombie apocalypse.

In his dream, he lived on an earth full of zombies, mutant creatures, and various abilities.

Either safety or danger, or being surrounded by zombies, or being hunted down by humans... He has experienced all these things.At least one or two times a month, as many as three or four times, and it has lasted for more than ten years.Psychiatrists, sleeping pills, Chinese medicine conditioning... There is no way to stop this dream from coming.

From the panic at the beginning to the calmness now, this dream had a huge impact on the formation of his values, and even made him fall into the quagmire of mental illness for a time.

And the dreams are not continuous, sometimes he is a warrior hunting zombies, sometimes he is just an ordinary survivor staying in the safe zone, sometimes he will lose his memory in the dream, and sometimes he is very clear that it is just a dream.

Without exception, every time he wakes up from the dream of the end of the world, he can clearly remember every detail of the dream, and they are engraved in his mind with incomparable clarity.

It is like a book placed in the library, ready to be read at any time.

This fact made Yan Zhaoming feel uneasy.

And this morning, when I saw this post, this feeling of uneasiness that had been hidden for a long time suddenly exploded like an explosion.

The doomsday scene described in this post - from the characteristic types of zombies, the mutation of animals and the environment, to the mutation of human beings, etc., is almost exactly the same as the scene in his dream.

What does it mean if one's own weird dreams can be perfectly matched with other people's descriptions?

He didn't know the truth, but he knew he should prepare for the worst.

Just when he had prepared everything and pushed the door out, his eyes suddenly went dark, and a sudden sense of dizziness hit his brain.

He tried his best to support the wall for a while, but finally fell into a coma.

After some time, he found himself in a completely dark space, and the only thing he could see in his eyes was a woman emitting white light in the distance.

The woman turned her back to him, and slowly turned her head, "Ping An, hello, welcome to your subconscious dream, I am Demier."

"Perhaps we are moving away from the star map."

Through the porthole, looking at the dark and terrifying vast space, the captain of the stellar battleship Emperor Seat suddenly said such a sentence.His heart was filled with a kind of despair that had settled down.

"No," a crisp female voice sounded beside him, "We will always be in the star map."

The captain turned his head and looked at the beautiful adjutant beside him.He has always known that this woman is known as the "Fleet Flower" on this big ship, but it is only now that he has the time to really look at her.She really lived up to her reputation, with white skin as smooth as porcelain, a slender figure, and smooth and powerful muscles.It's a pity that no matter how amazing the beauty is, it is destined to be buried in the deep and boundless sinister universe.

"The lifeboat has been away for three months. If those officers wearing beautiful epaulettes return to the main star safely, then this star field may really be included in the star map someday in the future." The captain said lightly. Say, "But not now."

Demir looked at him, hesitating to speak.She has a clear understanding of the current situation of the battleship, but the resilience endowed in her soul makes her still have hope.The universe is too big, too deep, and too vast. In the depths of the dark starry sky, no matter what kind of strange things are hidden, it is not worth surprising.No matter what difficulties space travel encounters, she should not give up hope, because she knows one thing: this too dangerous universe itself means endless possibilities.

"It shouldn't, no matter what, it shouldn't..." She repeated lazily.

But the captain obviously couldn't agree with her theory. His limbs, which had always been strong and powerful, were full of exhaustion, and his quenched gaze was gradually extinguishing. "We are abandoned people. We have been trapped in the vortex for a long time, and we cannot break free. Turn off the drive system, Soldiers can prepare their last words."

Demir was silent for a moment, and carried out the last military order of the captain.

Two days later.

Dai Mier sat in the cabin, trying to keep his back straight.She turned on the video equipment in front of her.

"This is the stellar battleship Emperor Seat. We are in an unknown star field and have been trapped for three months..."

She was silent for a moment, then summoned up the courage to continue: "This may be something like a will. I think I am the last person on this ship to record the last words, because the others are gone. They died of cosmic radiation and Organ failure due to the failure of the genetic shield. They did not die in battle, but each was a great warrior worthy of honor."

"I am Captain Demier, serving in the 36 airship units of the Emperor's Army of the Mirage Republic. Four months ago, we were ordered to come to the planetary belt of the spiral arm of an unknown galaxy outside the map to carry out a search and rescue operation for the probe ship that disappeared a few days ago .On an asteroid here, we found the wreckage of the probe ship and discovered the ruins of an ancient and huge civilization. Various traces of the ruins show that this place is likely to be related to the legendary Emperor Star in ancient times."

She leaned forward, and picked up a forearm-long, silver metal stick from the table next to it. The two ends of the metal stick were of different thicknesses, and it was carved with exquisite and complicated patterns.

"This is a scepter brought out of the ruins. It is unimaginable that it has been stored in the open air for tens of thousands of years in that environment, and it is still as clean as new. We speculate that this ruin is likely to be mentioned repeatedly in ancient scrolls. The emperor's mausoleum, perhaps the legendary coffin of the emperor, is in it...if it really exists."

"The disaster happened when we left the relic planet. When the emperor rushed out of the atmosphere, we found that the surrounding star map was completely different from when it came. The star map we recorded along the way was completely invalid and useless. The galaxy's The appearance is always changing, the gravitational force between the planets is mysterious and unpredictable, completely beyond the known physical rules... just like, like the star array proposed in the ancient scrolls."

"The battleship was lost in the star array for nearly a month. One month later, that is, three months ago now, observers discovered that the ever-changing cosmic celestial bodies are quietly forming a gravitational vortex, and the surrounding gravitational field is almost out of balance. Once the vortex If it is formed, it will capture the surrounding irrelevant celestial bodies like a black hole, and if the battleship is disturbed, it will never be able to escape."

Demier bit her lip, "This is a trap, a trap arranged around the ruins, the final shape of the gravitational vortex confirmed this guess, in the middle of the vortex is actually... the entrance of a light tomb... "

"The officers left in the lifeboat before the vortex formed, and the only colonel on the ship was Major Kenny. He took over the position of captain. In the past three months, we tried countless ways, but we couldn't escape being arrested. The fate of light tomb capture..."

"Besides, the threat of death is still lingering. For unknown reasons, everyone's genetic shield has failed. We are facing mental and physical weakness, and we are constantly swept away by the death radiation in the universe. The operation of warships generates various waves, and these waves that did not cause harm to the body in the past have now become one of the threats."

"Death happens all the time. The battleship is still deep in the gravitational vortex. Everyone knows that it is heading for death. Major Kenny gave up hope. Even if we can enter the light grave safely, the failure of the genetic shield will make it impossible for us to escape. die."

"Two days ago, he ordered the drive system to be shut down, and the Emperor Seat became a real weed. The major died at [-] o'clock this morning. He was the penultimate person on the ship to complete the death. The penultimate One will be me."

Demier turned off the video recording, walked to the frozen cabin, and lay down slowly.

She knew very well that even if she entered hibernation, she could not avoid organ failure.However, this was the last struggle she could manage.

She was about to close the top cover of the frozen cabin when suddenly there was a "bang", and the entire battleship shook violently.

Demir was taken aback, then jumped up and ran towards the cockpit at high speed.

Through the large screen in the cockpit, she saw the splendid scenery outside the ship.

"That's, that's..."

The dark and ferocious mouth of the cosmic wormhole is slowly opening to her.