Nomenclature of Night - Chapter 4 More than one

Countdown to return 47:59:58.

Countdown to return 47:59:57.

Have you crossed?

So the end of the countdown is to travel to another time and space, and the return countdown refers to the time to go back.

Qing Chen breathed a sigh of relief when he thought of this, it was a good thing to be able to go back.

Although there may not be anyone who is thinking about him, his mother has a new life and can't care about thinking about him. Father...should be in the detention center.

So I shouldn't care about him.

But even so, I still want to go back and take a look.

And what he has to do now is to live well in these 48 hours.

So... now is the first day of the countdown.

Qing Chen began to re-examine the "new world" in front of him.

When the world was put together again, Qing Chen saw his prison uniform and instantly understood his situation.

He was in a dark gray room, except for an alloy gate full of technological sense, the other places were completely enclosed walls.

There is a small window on the 90 cm wide door, but now the window is closed.

The cell was a single room with only one bed covered with a thin layer of bed linen.

There is also a shelf next to it, except for quilts, toothbrushes, and towels, which are empty.

The walls of the cell were gray, but what Qing Chen couldn't understand was that the gray wall was clearly emitting a metallic luster under the faint light from outside.

Metal wall?

Qing Chen sat up and stroked the wall in a daze. Where would this kind of construction material be used at no cost?

Obviously, this place does not belong to the world he once knew.

He quickly looked down at his palm. The fingerprints on this palm were exactly the same as he used to be, and even the position of the pores on his hand was exactly the same.

This is his own body.

After traveling to this world, Qing Chen's boning knife disappeared, and his original clothes were also gone, but his body was indeed his own.

Fingerprints and pore positions cannot be faked.

Qing Chen was sitting on the bed with his knees on his knees. He looked at the heavy alloy door, not knowing what he was thinking.

Slowly, the door began to become noisy, and there was even the sound of someone slamming the alloy prison door.

Qing Chen walked slowly to the door, trying to listen to what was screaming outside, but before he could hear clearly, the alloy door made a clear air pressure and the door opened.

He looked out the door, which was a back-shaped corridor.

There are seven floors in this square prison fortress, and each floor has densely arranged cells.

In the empty and huge prison fortress outside, only sporadic lights were on. Inside the open alloy doors were dim cells, like beasts closed.

Qing Chen stood in the door, it seemed that as long as he took this step, he would walk into an unknown life.

In the vast prison, an unknown broadcast suddenly sounded, and inside was a nice female voice: "At seven o'clock in the morning, at breakfast time, all prisoners are asked to queue up and go to the restaurant to eat."

The voice echoed in the prison fortress, and Qing Chen still looked at the threshold in front of him.

It seemed that as long as he stepped out, everything was different.

In fact, he felt that he had been different from a certain moment.

When did it start?

Probably... when he thought there was only the last two and a half hours left in his life, he did what he wanted to do the most but didn't dare to do before.

He even reported his father, so there is nothing he dare to face.

He stepped out of the cell.

But the next moment he was stunned again.

I saw a prisoner standing in front of the door of each cell in the not-so-wide corridor outside.

Qing Chen's pupils shrank suddenly:

An old man leaned back and looked at him. He saw that the opponent had a red gleaming mechanical eye in his orbit. The entire right eye socket of the opponent was a mechanical structure, and this metal part extended to the temple on the right. Location.

The mechanical eyes didn't look delicate, or even rough, but I didn't know why Qing Chen felt the oppression in this eye staring at him.

It seems that the other party is analyzing the details of him.

It's like he uses memory to analyze others.

A burly middle-aged prisoner's right arm was made entirely of machinery, and the other party moved his fingers. Qing Chen could still hear the metal sound of the mechanical parts turning when the opponent's palm was opened and closed.

The sturdy metal arms, like knotted steel muscles, were tough and violent.

In this entire prison fortress, half of the people actually have mechanical limbs.

Mechanical civilization.

These four words popped out of Qing Chen's mind.

Before he could continue thinking, he saw the burly prisoner in the cell next door smile at him: "Hey, newcomer, don't eat too much for breakfast, otherwise it will be ugly when it comes out."

As soon as the voice fell, a lot of people laughed in the corridor: "I heard that there were twelve new people here last night, and they can entertain themselves today."

"This kid doesn't have any mechanical limbs on him, and it doesn't matter if he looks outside."

When he heard the three words "newcomer", Qing Chen was taken aback. He thought that the other party knew that he had just crossed over from the earth.

But soon he realized that this "newcomer" should mean that he had just entered prison, and the other party should not know his identity as a human being on earth.

And Qing Chen frowned, thinking that the other party's so-called entertainment would be a disaster for him.

But the question is, how can I survive among these mechanical "beasts"?

He restrained the restlessness and fear in his heart. When an ordinary second-year high school student faced a sudden and fierce change, the only thing Qing Chen could do was to force himself not to show any strangeness.

Because he didn't know what the consequences would be if things about himself from another world were exposed.

Suddenly, a teenager on the corridor on the fourth floor across the street went crazy: "What place is this! I want to go home! I don't want to stay in such a ghost place, who are you!? I am Huang Jixian and my dad is Los Angeles. Chairman of Wynn Group, stay away from me!"

With that said, the boy ran wildly along the corridor.

The others didn't move, they just stood in place and watched as if they were watching the excitement, still keeping the queue ready to go to the cafeteria for dinner.

Some people are a little puzzled: "Where is Los Angeles?"

Suddenly, Qing Chen heard a buzzing sound above his head. He looked up and saw that on the high and deep ceiling, four drones that looked like iron boxes had separated from the wall and began to fall downward.

Qing Chen's gaze stayed on the ceiling, and the alloy wall was neatly "embedded" with eighteen Gatling-like six-barrel machine gun turrets hanging upside down.

As the panicked boy ran, the muzzles of nine of the machine guns were also turning!

"Please stop walking," a female voice from the drone: "Warning again, please stop walking."

Immediately afterwards, a female voice broadcast sounded from the prison fort: "All prisoners are requested to stand by."

In just over ten seconds, four drones blocked the young boy in the corridor, and a gunpoint was pointed at him directly under each drone.

At the same time, a gate opened below the prison fortress, and 9 robots holding unknown firearms were approaching at full speed.

The young man sat down against the wall in fear, while Qing Chen watched all this coldly.

The other party's behavior was a bit extreme, but it helped Qing Chen learn a lot of information.

Machine guns, drones, robots, mechanical limbs, countless information all merged into his mind at a time.

But what surprised Qing Chen most was that he looked at all the behavior of the boy and suddenly realized that he might not be the only one who came here from the earth.

It's not the first, and it shouldn't be the last.

(Chapter IV Seeking a recommendation and asking for a monthly pass)