"Hey-as I know, Sayaro is a ruthless character, every time he encounters that kind of desperate situation that can drive normal people crazy, he always finds some way to save himself, I always wonder if he is a human ......"

"Fuck off, don't talk like he's dead."

The young man who was staring intently at the screen frowned, and unceremoniously interrupted Ando's aggravated comfort.

He flexed his finger bones and rubbed the swollen and painful corners of his forehead, opened the information and communication interface, and his slender and beautiful fingers slid across the spherical ore screen like playing a piano, combining strings of complex program code, and began to restore the signal source of this video, trying to simulate reverse tracking.

Although he didn't make it to university, the years he spent sending him to the "gifted" school in Hong Kong gave him enough skills to navigate the online virtual world without any obstacles.

That high school was home to some of the most talented but recalcitrant orphans from all over the world, the children of stateless outcasts like him and criminals of special status, who had been sent there because they had a brain beyond that of ordinary humans.

There he barely took a few serious classes, but spent his days in the school library and learned one thing - he was born to be a hacker.

And at the high school graduation ceremony, he verified this.

He hacked the entire school's defense system, unwittingly stole the latest satellite surveillance "Sky Eye" they developed, and sold it to "Thorn Paradise". It was this egregious offense that would have earned him a lifetime □□ that gave him a pass to the world's largest intergalactic black market trading company, allowing him to pilot the warship and fulfill his wish to find Sayero.

But even with this, he still feels that he is so incompetent.

If...... If he had been born ten years earlier, he would have been able to keep up with Sayra.

"Sir......" White Eagle patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't talk nonsense, go outside and set up an information communication station." The young man ordered without squinting.

"What do you want to do?" Ando leaned over and looked at the dense code on the screen, more complex than the names of the elements contained in the most obscure chemical formulas, and it was hard to imagine how a person's mind could fit these things and decipher them in the blink of an eye.

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

The sunglasses obscured the eyes of the formidable neo-Nazi officer, but they couldn't hide the liquid that ran down his cheeks—the color of blood.

"I owe it to my brother to atone for his sins. He's so young, so talented, he shouldn't have come to the end here. ”

As he spoke, his long figure stood straight in the smoke and dust of the burning pod, lonely and cold, except for a petri dish containing the dead man's Kronti genes in his palm, which emitted a white light, like a star that accompanied him in the boundless darkness. It seems that even if the sun falls and the end comes, this star will be with this cold, iron-blooded man until the end of time.

This scene was almost engraved in Ando's retina, and he remembered it very deeply.

His gaze quietly fell on the young man beside him, just in time to collide with the gaze he swept over.

"The logbook is all synchronized to the control satellite, and if this video has been sent to the satellite, as long as I re-establish contact with that satellite, I will have a way to get the parts that have been deleted by Sayero...... Although there is only sound. Helo methodically typed in the last string of code.

Ando came back to his senses: "Uh...... But there are so many satellites in the whole universe, how do you know which one Sayaro uses to transmit information? ”

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 the planet in the universe.

"That's it." Helo stopped and shook his arm a little sore, "It's just a reverse search." The satellite also fed back information from Earth to his computer, and the logbook automatically recorded the planet number. ”

After saying that, he walked to the door, put on his protective suit and helmet, and asked as he packed up his equipment: "I have to go to that pile of scrap metal and dig out the radio transmission device of the warship." ”

When the light of the star submerged into the horizon, the communication station was installed.

After a series of ultra-high frequency electromagnetic waves and noisy currents, some discernible sounds gradually came from the speakers connected to the communication station, but it was impossible to tell which day's log it came from. Everyone sat in front of the computer and held their breath, and for a moment, the entire conference cabin was silent.

"...... Nineteen... Solar Day ......"

Sayero's voice came out of the murmur intermittently, and Helo turned up the volume with the remote control.

“……… What is certain now is that I was the only one in the base who survived. ”

His voice was as calm and self-contained as ever, only a little distorted by the electricity, but it was not difficult to hear the faint wheezing sound, like the sound of sandpaper grinding a metal bulkhead, and rubbing against Helo's heart. He held his breath, eager to throw his stalled heart out of his body and lock it in a cabinet somewhere.

“…… Extreme measures, I ...... The Flower of Evil... In devouring... Restrain...... Split... I have to ...... Record it ......"

Helo's fingers tightened involuntarily, but he heard Sayero's fragmented words suddenly turn into a cacophony of cacophony. Then another strange movement came out of Sayara's muttering, and it seemed to be becoming clearer and clearer from far to near. Helo froze, blood condensed in his eardrums.

The kind of mollusk that had appeared in his auditory hallucinations last night, the mollusk squirming against the bulkheads.

Helo's back tingled.

That sound wasn't just a hallucination.

"What the hell is this? Sounds disgusting. Ando touched his arm in disgust, goosebumps already floating on his skin, and the lone wolf glanced at the guy who could not change his face against a large pile of bloody organs.

Suddenly, a terrible loud bang resounded throughout the cabin, almost breaking the eardrums of everyone in the group.

It was as if metal was being hammered and chiseled, mixed with echoes that eventually became a piercing and shrill roar, but no human could withstand the high-frequency noise. Helo turned down his voice, his brain buzzing, and he shook his head, chilling at the thought of the ruined hatch.

What happened to Sayaro before? What happened after that?

"Gentlemen, guess what I found?" A voice woke him up from his stunned state, and he saw the glass screen in front of him flicker, popping up images of the nightingale and the lone wolf.

The lone wolf was examining the ground, and the nightingale crouched between the ruins, raising a board of unknown texture, and three-dimensional threaded filaments emerged from its surface, gradually forming a complete sphere, which took on different outlines as her fingers slid to zoom in and out.

-- Electromagnetic topography of the planet.

"I think I've found the location of the base ship that 'Thorn Paradise' left here all those years ago. ”

She shook a flickering green cursor on the mappad, and Herro thought that the small bright spot looked like a beast's eye hidden in the shadows, peering at them eerily.

They were one step closer to where Sayaro might be.