Chapter 2 The space station is absolutely safe.jpg
"you."
It was the twentieth day since An Ming arrived at the space station. When he passed by a black tower doll, he suddenly heard a voice beside his ear, "It's barely acceptable. I asked Ester to find a room for you. From now on, just concentrate on writing."
"Don't worry about the royalties. Estelle will call you."
The Black Tower Doll went offline after he finished speaking, leaving An Ming standing there with a confused look on his face, thinking about his life.
"Ms. Black Tower's original words were, 'Lock that novel writer in a small dark room and make him type non-stop for 24 hours.' I said he would die, so the enlightened Ms. Black Tower decided to only let you type for 20 hours a day," Estelle brought An Ming "good news" that almost made him faint.
An Ming didn't understand how "only", "every day" and "twenty hours" could be connected together. Did Heita actually want him to type until he died of sudden death?
"Can a few credit points destroy my noble, pure, and fearless soul? Go tell Black Tower that she underestimated my character!"
"Ten credit points per word."
"After you finish coding, go tell Heita that she is so good at judging people. It only took 20 hours. I just like coding!"
Esda had long been accustomed to An Ming's rapid expression changes, and led him to the prepared "small dark room". The first thing that caught his eye was the horizontal window with a good view, and the rest was a simple bed and a desk.
"You will be a member of the space station from now on. This room will be given to you as a benefit for joining the company," Estelle handed An Ming the employee nameplate she had prepared in advance, and looked at him with a smile, as if to say "come on" with her eyes.
An Ming immediately had the urge to hug Esta's thighs and wipe his tears of emotion onto her fair calves. "I will definitely live up to the trust of the organization and do my best! Ugh, typing!"
In this way, An Ming began his coding career in the space station. Of course, he did not forget Tongzi, whom he had been thinking about all the time. It always felt a little bit lacking without the standard system for time travelers.
Until the ninety-ninth day after crossing into the space station, An Ming had accumulated a considerable amount of credit points during these days, which was equivalent to the value of a 100,000-word daily diary. There was also a black tower doll in his room that was always offline.
The story of this puppet is simple. One day, An Ming sent a message to Heita's mailbox which was always offline:
[Great Ms. Black Tower, I have been unable to accurately describe your great appearance in the novels I have been conceiving recently. I think that is a beauty that words can never describe.
If I could place a doll where I could admire it at any time, it would surely be able to describe some of your beauty and wisdom. Please allow me to use the most authentic words to praise all that is beautiful about you.
Your most loyal coder. 】
That day, Esta and Alan watched in horror as the Black Tower doll was sent to An Ming's room. "Could An Ming have really rejected Ms. Black Tower's confession?"
"..."
Alan did not make any comment on this. He guessed in his heart that An Ming was now in the process of regretting the Ten Amber Ages, otherwise there would be no reason for Ms. Black Tower to be so nice to him.
Esta was wondering whether An Ming was writing a novel or a diary, which was equivalent to the difference between a romance anime and a documentary.
At the beginning, An Ming was very interested in the Black Tower doll, but he gradually forgot about it. Just like all treadmills will eventually become clothes racks, the Black Tower doll became a human-shaped clothes rack at the door of the room, with three hats of different colors on its beautiful hair, and a life-size pillow of Ester and limited edition dog leash of Pepe hanging on its arm.
Of course he didn't do weird things with the puppets, absolutely not, he wasn't that kind of person.
On this day, An Ming was strolling in the space station as usual. The sudden violent vibration made him vaguely aware of something. His guess was confirmed only after he saw with his own eyes the overwhelming antimatter army outside the space station.
It seems that this is just the beginning of the first act of the main storyline, so the Star Core Hunter should have arrived inside the space station by now.
An Ming thought for a few seconds whether he should show up in front of Ka Ma, but he was afraid of being killed instantly. He is just an ordinary person now, so he decided to wait until the second round to do such high-risk operations.
The most important thing to do now is to go back to the room and hide well, so as not to be killed instantly by an unknown AOE attack like the squishy AD. That would be a waste of time.
You can't say he is a coward. It's just that he has no system. It's always right to be cautious. That's what Shen Yong next door did.
The shrill alarms that sounded everywhere reminded An Ming that it was not advisable for him to stay here for long. As an ordinary, unsystematic coder passing by, there was probably no other outcome for him to stay here except to be torn to pieces by the virtual soldiers.
An Ming had not yet thought of dying suddenly at the beginning.
In order to deal with the current situation, An Ming had made sufficient preparations in advance, including but not limited to memorizing the space station map and evacuation route, recording a cool 19-minute will, in which he fully expressed his regret for not clinging to Ester, and gave the company a large amount of credit points for them to send Topal to the scene to ignite the sea to support his funeral.
He secretly obtained the master keys to 80 percent of the departments, ensuring that he could break in whenever he wanted. He didn't want to be like the protagonist in a horror movie, where every room he wanted to hide in when escaping was locked.
As for weapons for self-defense, An Ming's online shopping information was intercepted by Black Tower and a copy was sent to Ester. Ester was shocked at the time. The only situation in which so many weapons could be used in the space station was probably kidnapping Ms. Black Tower.
Finally, Ester gave An Ming a small weapons box, which contained only an exquisite laser pistol. At the same time, she assured An Ming that the space station was absolutely safe and there would be no situation where so many weapons would be needed.
An Ming was speechless on the spot. What's the difference between this and saying that District 13 is the safest place in the world? The subject can be flexibly replaced by the CIA, S.H.I.E.L.D., or the Kingdom of Light.
He really wanted to tell Estelle that your back as you left looked like a general with flags flying all over his body.
An Ming thought that he had achieved the best that an ordinary person could do. All he had to do now was rely on luck. The current location of Kafka and Silver Wolf was absolutely safe. Ordinary virtual soldiers could do nothing to these two star core hunters.
If we can find a star or a dome, we can then catch the main line of the Star Dome Train, and the system will be here soon.
An Ming always does what he says. Although it is absolutely safe to go back to the room, he might as well take a gamble. He had enough of the boring life before the time travel, so he might as well be a cautious gambler this time.
After confirming the direction, An Ming walked along the wall as slowly as possible, mainly to avoid the embarrassing situation of encountering Ai and Xuzu sticking close to each other at the corner.
But he encountered nothing along the way except the corpse of Xu Zu. An Ming came to the cabin in his memory with ease, and there he saw the unconscious gray-haired girl.
Yay, it’s a star!
An Ming tiptoed over after making sure that there was no one else around, but he still subconsciously felt that someone was watching him.
But no one could see it.
...
...
"looking at what?"
"nothing."
Kafka looked away, this wasn't in Elio's script, but she was a little concerned.
Where have you seen it?
After a brief moment of recollection, I remembered that I had seen it in a photo frame that someone treasured.
But it's probably just an illusion.
After all, that person died a long time ago.