Cold, dark, deep.

This was Trist's first thought of the tunnel around him.

The rusty rails on the ground are almost impossible to distinguish, and in the cave overhead, there are rare droplets of bubbling water, especially at this moment. In the flickering lights, it seemed that everything was unreal, as if the abyss had opened a huge mouth, and in the tunnel in front of me, there was darkness that could not be seen at a glance.

"Tick"

"Tick"

The bubbling water pooled from the top of the rock and dripped slowly down the crevices on the rotten ground, forming small puddles on the ground, the cracked walls covered with cobweb-like cracks, and occasionally reflecting mottled light in these small puddles. It was this humid environment that made Trist feel that the touch under his feet was not so wonderful. In a trance, there seemed to be a whimpering sound of wind, coming from the hollows in the four walls, which undoubtedly indicated that there was air flowing, and this flowing air swept through the young man's skin, taking away some of the temperature on the surface of his body, making the young man shiver.

There was a grinding sound in the tunnel, and occasionally a piece or two of gravel fell into a puddle, causing a splash before disappearing without a trace. These slightly permeable-sounding sounds mingle with the darkness and depth in front of them, constantly testing the heart of the infiltrator.

However, neither infiltrator is cowardly.

Rogo turned around a little playfully and glanced at Trist beside him, his eyes were surprised, and then he was a little appreciative.

Worship the sun, hate the night, these are the things engraved in the human genes. Even the most valiant warriors of the tribe, when faced with the unknown darkness and the dangers that lurk in the darkness, will not be swallowed up by panic and fear, but they will inevitably be unconsciously overwhelmed.

And at this moment, Trist seems to be unaffected in this dark environment. Although there is no shortage of electricity on the "Ark" due to the giant solar panels, nearly a century has passed, and some of the facilities on the "Ark" have more or less deteriorated, especially the lighting lights that work 24 hours a day, so in the generation of Trist and Murphy, the lighting is not so sufficient. Trist had long been accustomed to the cramped and cramped environment between the cabins.

Maybe it's half a day, maybe it's an hour, and without the sun as a reference, in such a dark environment, human beings will have a much slower sense of time than usual. Trist clenched the torch in his hand, silently estimating the distance traveled, and the third torch was about to burn out from the moment he entered the tunnel. He still had five in his backpack, as well as three spare javelins, which would have been enough to remove the metal head in an emergency. Trist followed Rogo, surveying his surroundings as he assessed the risks, and made up his mind that he would turn back anyway when the fourth torch ran out.

Although they had just been chased by the mutant hordes and fled into the tunnel, and sealed the entrance on the way to escape.

However, compared to the danger that could not be seen in the darkness, the beasts at the intersection suddenly became amiable......

"Let's click", the flames jumped, and the torch in Rogue's hand finally burned out, Trist raised his eyebrows, seeing that Roger didn't move, he thought about it and was ready to hand a torch from the package, and then choose a tactful reason to part ways. However, after a moment's pause, he watched with some amazement as Rogo in front of him took out the glow stick seized from the "Mountain Man" from his protective suit and expertly opened it......

The glowstick glowed orange in Rogo's hand, reiling the darkness in front of him.

Trist: "......"

It's a bit embarrassing.

Who is the indigenous!

Ignoring the surprise in his heart, Trist stopped his movements, swallowed the words that were about to reach his mouth, and silently followed.

Rogo stopped abruptly in front of a rock face, his eyes looking in remembrance.

。。。。。。

"Councillor Abby (doctor), please don't embarrass us......" Several guards at the door of the black cell looked at the powerful medical director with hesitant expressions, but finally refused her request to see her daughter, and they watched Abby leave the custody center in despair......

"See? Even Judge Ahab's friend, the Ark's medical director and councillor, is no exception! In the shadows on the side, Lieutenant Colonel Sith, the deputy captain of the guard, said to the people behind him without looking back, "This is the regulation of the Ark, and we took great risks last time we let you in to visit...... And, you're coming almost every day this month! ”

"Thank you to Ms. Diana on my behalf", the black man in his forties came out of the shadows, tired, stained with vicissitudes, and no longer in high spirits, it was Pike, the director of the agricultural district. With three weeks to go, he can only hope that the children will learn a little more, and at the same time take care of the uneasy Murphy after school.

Pike turned his head and looked at the vice-captain of the guard, Sith, with some disgust, and the former Judge Diana's hardcore dogleg looked up to meet him.

"Next election, I'll vote for Diana's ........"

"It's not just yours, we want tickets for the entire agricultural area!" , Sith continued to remind aggressively, "We said it last time!" ”

"I see", Pike paused, "Murphy's Eighteenth Final Review......"

"Don't worry, we'll let him live!" The corners of Sith's mouth tugged at an incomprehensible smile, as if he didn't mind the boy he said set fire to his house.

Pike didn't reply and quickly left.

'Trist, this is the last thing I can do for you......,' the light of the aisle stretched Pike's departing back long, long......

Because of the overpopulation and lack of materials, 20 years ago, on the basis of reinstating the death penalty, implemented strict population control, that is, the one-child policy, and listed overbirth as a crime. At first, this was resisted by many people, especially low-level technicians. Distrust of the top management almost turned into turmoil, and the shutdown protests directly led to the dying Tianzhu station losing its last chance to repair the core area. Until Diana, a girl who was a technician at the time, reported and executed her sister who was secretly pregnant with her second child.

Twenty years ago, the girl who couldn't cry, with her low-level background, deep understanding of the determination of righteousness, and eloquent speeches, touched everyone, successfully eliminated the crisis of riots in the engineering area, and became the youngest councillor in the history of the Ark, and became the 14th judge of the Ark 10 years ago (the Supreme Leader of the Ark is called a judge), and she is also the youngest judge in history. It's a pity that for 6 years, Ms. Diana, the strong woman who swore to be single and publicly swore to dedicate her life to the Ark and the future of mankind, has not shown much remarkable talent in daily management. Chief Engineer Jack, Secondary Engineer Ahab, and Medical Director Abby's instinctive distrust of this woman who suddenly squeezed into the inner circle of domination, their deliberate lack of cooperation, and Diana's own lack of expertise caused her to frequently hit a wall in the daily operation of the Ark. As her term of office draws to a close, the election is approaching, and Diana, who has tasted power, wants to do some more tiny work for the Ark, serve a few more terms, and even the rest of her life.

And Diana's approval rating has fallen due to the poor management in the past six years, almost falling to the freezing point, and even her own team of basic technicians has crumbling in her trust. After all, no matter how high the enthusiasm is, without the support of reality, there will always be a day when it runs out.

In the end, in the election four years ago, Ms. Diana unsurprisingly lost to Ahab, but she did not give up, and still carefully weaved her own power, co-opting supporters on the ark, and preparing for the next election, this time with Pike in the agricultural area.

Because at the beginning of the plot, the judge of the Ark was Ahab, so Trist didn't want Daddy Bob, Uncle Pike, and Diana to get too close at the time. Of course, what Trist didn't know was that Ahab was not normally elected, and Diana was the winner in the original plot, but she went too far, and after serving less than three years in a seven-year term, she was ousted by angry and disappointed people, and Ahab became the new judge. It's just that Trist, who has forgotten the non-important plots in his previous life, not to mention the content of this kind of narration.

As the news that the Ark's oxygen would run out within a year was reported among the Ark's higher-ups, despite being asked to keep it secret, the Ark's higher-ups more or less showed nervousness in their hearts, and for a while, there seemed to be an undercurrent surging in the Ark.

As for the person concerned, Ahab, how not to talk about it in private, at least on the occasion when he appeared, he was still calm, and this calmness also reassured the people of the Ark, who had been a little restless recently.

The council of the Ark also lasted in this state of looseness on the outside and tightness on the inside.

At the moment, the top priority is the launch of the "Earth Hundred Sons" project, which can be seen from the time to time the lawmakers appear outside the windows of Pike's classrooms.

Secondly, in view of the large number of casualties caused by the previous reduction of the power of the filter chamber, Ahab re-ordered the restoration of the previous power of the filter chamber and continued to overload.

In addition, the reason why the filter chamber did not work properly was the wear and tear of the parts in the critical parts, so Kane and his guards were not idle, they sent additional manpower, went to the 'abandoned house', the ark went to the abandoned cabin, day after day, carefully searched for replacement parts.

As for Dr. Sinclair in the general control room, from that day on, he strengthened all the bigwigs who encountered space junk in the orbit of the ark, and waited for subsequent screening and recycling, almost looking for replacement parts in a haystack. In the end, Diana, as the head of the engineering department, was a matter of life and death for the entire ark, so she put away her careful thoughts for the time being, and focused on copying the defective parts.

This is unfortunate that the predecessor of the Ark - the space station of various countries before the nuclear war, did not have processing equipment, the current processing workshop of the Ark is our own manual grinding parts, assembled together, for special materials, extremely high-precision parts, the Ark does not have the ability to imitate, the engineering area spent half a month to update the existing bench, and came up with a sample as an experiment. It's a pity that the sample only ran in the filter chamber for less than half an hour, and it was declared scrapped because of excessive wear...... It seems that when the finished product was made, Diana's guarantee was not completed.