Many voices converged into a torrent that swept into Wong's mind, reminding him of many things about the past. It was like many fragments, merging into a vast river, and the river was full of ups and downs, mixed with the faces of countless people, of all shapes, different colors, different colors, accents, and appearances. Like fragments of a movie, flashing and disappearing in the depths of memory, they speak different words together, in different times and scenes, some he can remember, but others are strangers.

The last snow-white light pierced into his eyes, causing his pupils to shrink slightly, and the light converged a little bit, revealing the longing shadows behind him, and the shadows overlapped each other to form three people standing in front of him, one of whom held a light source in his hand, and the blurred vision gradually became clear in the process.

"What's your name?"

"Huang ...... Bingkun. ”

"That's not what you said last time."

"No, that's my name."

"Really?"

Huang Bingkun felt that his mind was like an old pendulum clock, running jerky and slowly, and the rusted clockwork would sometimes jam, as if entering a blank interval with a breakpoint.

He was like a walking corpse, and it took him a long time to figure out the answer to the simplest question. The next moment, like a stiff stone sculpture, he nodded his head imperceptibly.

"Yes......"

"Do you remember what you did a year ago?"

“……”

"Remember?"

"Yes."

"What's the matter?"

“……”

“…… As agreed, I brought a person to this place. ”

"What agreement?"

“…… That's the convention. ”

"This place?"

“…… Yes, Xingmen Harbor. ”

"Why?"

"For the money......"

"How much?"

"Ten...... Two hundred and seventy thousand. ”

The roulette wheel of memory is fixed on a face, a big boy, visible simplicity, good family background, good manners, although some funny, but not annoying.

Then there was another person, but the latter's memory was a little confused, and the heavy shadows were returning to the chaos.

The voice of the man in front of him was becoming stern, with a hint of unquestionable meaning:

"Huang Bingkun, if you think about it carefully, how much?"

"It's 270,000."

There was a contemptuous smile on the man's face.

He took out a small object, pressed a button, and the thing immediately made a sound:

"How much?"

“…… One hundred and seventy thousand. ”

Or another voice, another number.

"Huang Bingkun," the man sneered, "I don't think you can die without the heart of the Yellow River, and you don't plan to tell us the truth." Do you know what happened to you? If you continue like this, you will have to go to the court-martials if you have any problems. ”

Huang Bingkun sat there blankly.

Several different numbers were churning up and down in my head.

Sometimes it's seventeen, sometimes it's twenty-seven, or it's another number, and the harsh rebuke in the ears becomes a buzzing noise, which seems to really fade away, but then lingers in the mind, converging into hundreds or thousands of voices. The sound reminded him of his youth, the rumbling sobs of a long train passing through his hometown, on the tracks......

At that time, trains like that were long since they were antique, and the few routes that were still in operation remained, or for cost or other reasons, most of them became the choice of tourists.

But the voice reminded him of the distant past, like a childhood child, where his parents lived, haunted by his dreams, he felt that he was home, and he really wanted to sleep well.

But immediately someone woke him up.

"Huang Bingkun," the man asked again, "do you know his parents?" ”

“……”

“…… I don't know. ”

"I really don't know?"

That dullness of thinking is back.

It was a long time before he shook his head slowly.

The officer who was questioning stood up from his chair, but not because the question was over, but because it was darkening all around—the lights in the station went out and switched to a dark red hue. There was a whining beep from inside the siren, and the next moment, a monotonous synthesized sound sounded above everyone's heads:

"In case of emergency, notify the personnel of all departments to pay attention and immediately assemble in the A-4 area."

"Repeat the play, emergency, notify the personnel of all departments, and immediately assemble in the A-4 area."

There was a long inflatable sound from the gate at the back, and someone came from there: "Emergency, everyone, let us go there immediately." ”

The officer pulled up the collar of his black trench coat and turned back and asked:

"What's going on?"

"The first test has begun—"

"Arrived?"

A flickering red light reflected on the visitor's face, who nodded.

Hearing this, the officer fell silent, glanced back at Huang Bingkun, who had already fallen down, and nodded slightly. "I was already asking for something." He muttered, but didn't say much, and immediately asked the others to clean up and leave.

"Everyone checks what they left behind and exits in turn."

"I'll be the last one to leave."

"No tools can be left in this room."

"What you bring must be registered, and whoever is missing will be held accountable."

Soldiers and staff rushed out.

The officer took one last look around before pulling the switch, the gate slowly closed, and he walked out briskly - the ID card was his alone, and the only way to open it from the outside was locked, and everything was secure.

……

Communication with the other world has been interrupted for thirty-six hours.

Standing in front of the officer was Mr. Ambassador, dressed in formal attire. Ambassador Liao was flipping through the electronic documents in his hand one by one, asking about the progress of the incident without a word.

"How's that going?"

"Something comes out, but on the key issue, the other side always goes back and forth."

"Figured out where it came from?"

The two of them were in the same hall, and it was obvious that there were more than them here, and within the passages of the hall in eight directions, there was a steady stream of people entering—most of them were soldiers, but also staff from various countries stationed in Xingmen Harbor. People were looking up, looking through the alloy skeleton and glass dome of the A-4 area, looking at the flickering rings outside—

But the officer did not look away, and continued to answer the previous question:

"According to the information sent back from there, the parents are both electees."

"Got a file?"

"There are some, not many, they are free callers, they are not famous, they are ordinary."

"Is the time to enter and leave the Stargate determined?"

"I entered for a long time, and I left thirteen years ago, on July 11."

"Two in one?"

"All together."

"It didn't take long after that to crash."

The officer nodded.

Ambassador Liao asked, "How many times should the two of them have returned to Earth before?" ”

"Yes, the first time was before the subject was born, and that time was the longest, one year and four months, and it was in this hospital that the hospital left a file record. There were two more times, but both were short, after which Mr. Fang stayed in foster care with his uncle and aunt until he left for Aitalia. ”

"Did his parents leave him a sum of money?"

"Yes, there's still a property, but not a lot of cash."

"Is that person connected to it?"

The officer shook his head: "At least at the moment, there are no clues that there is a connection between the two sides." ”

"But a technical officer working in Xingmen Port can't take risks for more than 100,000 yuan, does he have any bad habits?"

After asking this question, Ambassador Liao couldn't help but shake his head slightly, realizing that he was in a hurry, how could he have any bad habits when he was selected by Xingmen Port.

In the early years, the audit was more stringent, and although it is not yet up to the third generation, it will never be indiscriminate.

While the two were talking, a low whimper suddenly came from overhead.

It was like a huge metal structure, and the resonance of the bending was just like the cry of a giant beast in the deep sea—

It makes people's souls tremble.

Ambassador Liao and the officer raised their heads at the same time, looking at the ring representing the star gate, which suddenly disintegrated and spread out in all directions—each of its components, glittering with silver and white brilliance in the sunlight, as if it had lost power, wandering aimlessly in the cosmic space.

But that's just the appearance—

On the back of the outer ring, which is several kilometers long, countless small spacecraft are slowly propelled into a predetermined orbit.

The misty light in the center of the star ring suddenly emitted a burst of intense light.

The flash sent a low exclamation from the entire hall.

Everyone couldn't help but turn their heads and close their eyes.

And the next moment, when they looked in that direction again, the ring hanging above the earth, after nearly a century of operation, the open star gate finally disappeared. As if turning into a shimmering silver glow, it was descending from mid-air little by little, covering the massive vault of the A-4 area.

The history of Ring One is over.

Ambassador Liao looked in that direction for a long time, their generation has grown up with this huge star ring, and has witnessed its rise and fall and end, so there is a faint emotion in his heart at this moment.

"Stargate has entered its second phase."

After a long time, he turned around and said a word to the officer.

The officer watched the scene with a blank expression before nodding.

Liao Tianhua actually wanted to talk to his old friend at this time, but unfortunately Su Changfeng was in Aitaria at the moment, and it had been a day and a half since the two worlds had been cut off, and this was the only time since the launch of the Star Gate Port plan that the two sides had lost contact for more than twelve hours.

The community is still under control.

However, the core network should have gotten out of control.

Some people may have guessed that the second phase of the project has started, but few people understand the real reason for this.

He let out a long sigh before he said:

"There's no way back from now on—"

"But from the day we chose to take this step, we were destined to move on."

……

When Fang Plover woke up, he found himself in a pitch black environment.

In fact, his mind was still a little muddy, as if he had just had a long dream, but everything in the dream, he couldn't remember it for a while, it seemed to be about a raid, a battle, and he remembered some scenes that made him feel excited, as if he had made an unexpected windfall and similar scenes.

But after a while, he finally woke up and realized that what he remembered was not a dream, but everything that really happened.

Fang Yu smashed his mouth, a little unpleasant.

The feeling of finally making a windfall, but waking up one night to find that it was just a sweet dream, is really a little bitter, not to mention that this is not a good dream, the nightmare is almost the same.

He raised his hand, clanging, and the heaviness of his hand in response told him that he was being handcuffed to something, and that his feet were the same. Fang Yu raised his head and looked around, the power given to him by the Dragon King's Heart helped him a lot, allowing him to see his environment clearly in the dark.

It's clearly a prison.

Not far away were arm-thick iron railings, one after the other, tightly arranged, separating him from the space outside.

Not only that, but he was shackled with heavy shackles on his hands and feet, and the chains were connected to the stone wall of his head—he subconsciously shook his hand, and the feeling of response made his heart chill, and the other party had obviously taken away his control gloves, as well as the alchemist's coat.

The information crystal pinned to the coat is naturally missing.

There are large and small clockwork goblins with some potions and materials.

The first thing that came to Fang Yu's mind was not how he should escape from this place, but this time he lost a lot. If he couldn't get his equipment back, Fang Yu almost fainted when he thought of this possibility.

He looked at the shackles on his hands, obviously not metal, but this did not make him feel reassured, but rather a chill in his heart, which reminded him of a material - anchor stone. Obviously, it is impossible for the other party to use anchor stones to make shackles, but it must be a product of similar function.

Otherwise, you only need to use the most ubiquitous chains, and you don't need to do more.

And if that's the case, it means that even if he kills himself, he may not be able to escape this place.

Thinking of this, Fang Yu looked up and looked outside.

"What the hell is this place?"

"Is it the underground of a lighthouse in the clouds?"

"The headquarters of the Revealed Eye?"

He calmed himself down first, and the dungeon was silent, and there seemed to be a low, undulating sound in the darkness—after listening for a while, Fang Yu was able to determine the source of the sound.

It's the sound of the wind.

The howling wind outside washed over the stone walls, and the occasional crumbling of stones against the walls, at least indicated that he should be fairly close to the surface, even underground.

As Fang Yu was listening, he suddenly heard the sound of chains opening in front of him, and then a creaking sound of the door opening.

It seems that someone has walked in.

……