Although it is calm and peaceful on the surface, it is like stars in his thoughts, without the interpretation of those magical holograms, there is no sun and moon in the ship.

In order to save energy, this place, which is usually full of light and shadow, is now in a situation of poor lighting and unclear lights, and darkness is everywhere, and it is always accompanied by another long and unannounced long-distance leap of the Four Seasons.

As standard time wore on, following Charlie 24 back to Cornell's suite, Jonny had been sitting alone on the soft couch in the hall for nearly two hours. Silent and gloomy around, night is not night, under his feet is a soft velvet blanket, behind him is a goose down type of large soft pillow, although he is wearing a thick flannel pajamas, but still shivering from the low temperature in the room.

The glow-and-spoke heating fixture, which had been renovated to resemble a fireplace, is now a real fixture, and the original flowery room lamps are useless, but the unpredictable silhouettes of the front portholes will outline the various objects in the room.

Jonny stared at the lights and shadows that were now and disappeared obsessively, his eyes were blurred, and the thoughts in his heart were intertwined, as if they were the shadows of the stars that transcended time and space, and were peeling away from him.

He was so worried about what was happening to him that he couldn't help but compare the events that were happening or had ended with those of himself in the situation he was in. He couldn't help but make the connection between all of this and what happened to him after he was reborn three years ago, and tried to find some connections between them.

He had always believed in cause and effect, not in coincidence, and now all his beliefs in his previous life have become blurred and distorted. To speak of the real or the unreal, or the introspection of the philosophical category, his consciousness and individual existence itself have become a paradox that can subvert all the knowledge learned.

The multitude of thoughts made him mentally exhausted, but he was not like Roger. Clark was able to complain so hard and then fell asleep.

The temperature of the spaceship plummeted during the long flight, and the thick beds could barely withstand the bitter cold, and Cornell was the weakest of the three, and after a little drinking, he couldn't stand it first. Roger helped his father fold the futon and went back to the living room to talk to Jonny about the feast on the Ramses, and they both had common feelings about the leader of the boatmen, who was obviously not much older than the two of them, Jonny described her as: "moody and invisible, with a deep city", and Roger described her as: nine points of appearance but twelve points of ambition.

The suite's three bedrooms are connected to the living room, and the quiet room is silent, and Johnny, who does not want to go back to sleep, can clearly hear Roger's even breathing in his sleep. The light outside the porthole was gradually slowing down, and the shadows of the stars in the shape of lines condensed in one place, and in an instant they turned into shining stars in the sky again.

He lifted the unconnected watch on his wrist and measured the time of the jump.

There was one more leap left, and Jonny silently made the calculation.

From Hequet to the Osiris Stargate, according to this route, if nothing else, the boaters are indeed sailing the Four Seasons to the Itong system.

The Returnees have teamed up with the Kezmians, and they seem to have a plan in place to fight the Silver Alliance, but why would Baba be a dozen systems away to snatch the Four Seasons?

Is it to obtain the key hostages that the banking alliance has to operate cautiously? So much so that in the follow-up plan, the military will be bogged down?

Or is it for a large ransom to improve the living standards of the boat people, who have deteriorated in recent years?

What role did the Kezmians play in this? They intend to avenge the tragic death of 200,000 of their compatriots in Zoroaster? Or is it simply some kind of self-preservation method by the Fakhl family in order to prevent the revenge of the Silver Alliance military after the infamous Angel City tragedy?

Jonny pondered to himself, tightening the open hem of his thick pajamas again. Outside the window, the stars were shining, and several destroyers with the traditional yellow Kazmian emblems were escorting and cruising on the side of the ship.

Jonny sat in a relaxed position, tired and tired, and he only felt sleepy, and his eyelids involuntarily dropped.

The crunch of the doorway alerted Johnny, who was about to fall asleep, and he looked in the direction of the suite door hidden in the aisle, and could clearly hear a light footsteps.

"Who?" He subconsciously screamed.

The footsteps in the corridor did not stop for a moment, and a dark shadow walked from behind the decorative latticework of the fern pergola to the starlight of the porthole, dressed in a neatly ironed gown, and bowed, with a straight body and a humble face, but it was Charlie.24

"It's freezing cold, disturbing people's dreams at this juncture, JFK, you still can't let people live." Roger in the next room had been woken up by Jonny's questioning, and he had been snoring loudly, but he hadn't slept unheeded.

"Shhhh Charlie24 suddenly slurped his lips and made a silent gesture to Jonny, the robot smiling politely, but the synthesized voice in his mouth seemed to drop by several numbers.

"Grab what suits, dress warmly, and follow me." The robot's voice is barely audible. "Remember to bring a toothbrush, I don't have any toiletries there."

"How are you ......" The robot's tone undoubtedly surprised Jonny a little, but he immediately got up and called Roger the next moment.

"What are you doing? The lights are dark. Roger looked reluctant to be dragged by Jonny to the living room, he slept in a fully armed kimono, and now left the bedding, still frozen by the cold in the room.

"Why do you have to bring your attendants? You're the only one on the list of rescues. Charlie 24 looked Roger up and down with a smile on his face.

"Rescue list, what the hell is going on?" Cornell. Clark had also come out of his room by this time, surrounded by great enemies, and his future was uncertain, and like Johnny, although the elder Clark lay down early, he tossed and turned, and could not sleep at all.

"How can there be another one? Is there an end to it? Is this damned, unfortunate plan to transform me, the vanguard of great egoism, into a damned member of society? Charlie24 seemed to be talking to himself, raising his volume and complaining, in a strange tone, his voice exactly the same as usual, but in a very different tone and way of using words.

The fact that Heisenberg's service robot seemed to have been given emotion and came to life at this moment naturally shocked the three humans in the room, who couldn't help but look at each other and exchange glances, but they could only read the same doubts and puzzles in each other's eyes.