Indescribable cyberpunk

May 9, 2224, Dawn City Airport.

The wide runway was now surrounded by various vehicles, including a police airboat hovering in mid-air, a bright red fire truck, and a red and white ambulance.

In the center of the circle formed by these vehicles was parked a passenger plane that was repaired with various materials like a children's toy. Thick smoke was rising from the middle of the fuselage. The landing gear was not in contact with the runway. It was completely broken due to violent friction and was thrown aside. The hatch was hanging outside the frame, and the contents inside were being inspected by the epidemic prevention department.

Outside the lounge of Shuguang Airport, a burly man wearing a brown leather coat was watching a video copied from the airport camera.

"Are you saying that those people built a plane at the Greenland Airport, which has been judged as a B-level dangerous area by the Archaeological Association and contains Shoggoth, the known high-risk spiritual pollution source No. 56, and then flew to Dawn City?"

The female police inspector looked at a few ragged and listless people sitting in the lounge window eating a lot of food, and said with a surprised expression,

"What do they think of a model that was considered an old model a few years ago and can be sent to a disposal station for scrapping at any time?"

"Sir, I'm afraid we have to ask, No. 9, what are the results of the hue value test?"

The index finger and middle finger came together to cover the temple. A stream of data flashed through the man's left eye. After a moment of silence, he looked up at the female police inspector and continued,

"The hue values ​​of these people are generally high, but they are not close to the danger level and can communicate normally. I apply to interrogate them."

"You don't care about the gang unrest in Heywood District? That's a little unlike you. I thought you were just here to go through the motions."

The female police inspector looked back strangely. The police chief in front of her didn't seem like someone who would be interested in refugees.

"That's what I thought at first, but I discovered something interesting."

The man stood up and put the audio-visual stick in his hand into the female inspector's hand, straightened his clothes, walked a few steps forward, and knocked on the door of the lounge.

The latter subconsciously glanced at the frozen picture on the screen of the audio-visual stick, and could no longer look away.

This section should be the surveillance footage of the plane a few minutes before landing, when it was speeding towards Shuguang Airport.

The content in the picture was very simple. Someone appeared next to the hatch that was suddenly opened. He had already stepped out with one foot and pressed the play button. In just a moment, the person disappeared from the hatch.

"What the hell."

The female police inspector glanced at the police sergeant who was already chatting with someone in the lounge, and quickly headed to the airport's control room with an audio-visual stick.

"Chief Maxwell, can we have some more cake?"

In the lounge, several young people were looking at the police sergeant who came in with extremely longing eyes and said they wanted to ask them something.

"Of course, send some more food over here, and get more cakes and drinks."

After Maxwell finished speaking, he glanced around at the people in front of him. There were nearly 100 people who took that plane to Dawn City, including men, women, old and young. The ones in front of him were in relatively good mental condition, so they were taken. Brought here, he pondered for a while and then asked about things in Greenland.

It's not that I want to ask them how their life is there, that's a meaningless question.

What Maxwell really wants to know is how they can achieve a task that seems almost impossible to ordinary people by building a plane to escape from the B-level danger zone and reach Dawn City.

"It was Mr. Tom who led us to find an aircraft parked due to malfunction at the airport in Greenland. We spent three months rebuilding it!"

When this matter was mentioned, the eyes of several young people who were still a little depressed immediately flashed with excitement, and their movements began to increase.

"He is our hero. He killed all the monsters in Nuuk City and protected us until the aircraft was built!"

The admiration on the face of the young man on the far left when he said this does not seem to be fake.

"Oh? Can you tell me more about him?"

"About three months ago, when I was about to starve to death, I went out to look for food. I saw him in the middle of the main road in Nuuk. It was still cold and snowing. By the way, before that snow, There was also an earthquake in Greenland, and I could feel the vibrations at home.”

Because it happened three months ago, the young man's memory is obviously a little fuzzy.

"Then what was he like?"

Maxwell asked, leaning forward.

"He has no clothes on!"

The young man had a strange expression and continued,

"I know it sounds weird, but he had no clothes on, just a pair of shorts, and I still remember the first thing he said to me was, 'Man, where's the nearest clothing store?'"

"Just shorts?"

This is a bit strange. You must know that three months ago it was February in Greenland. The data unfolded in front of the retina on the 9th showed that the highest temperature in Greenland in a day at that time was only 5 degrees Celsius.

"Knife! His knife!"

At this time, someone reminded me.

"Oh, I almost forgot. He was holding a very beautiful knife in his hand and a silver-white gun on his shorts. The appearance of these two things is a little different from what we have seen. Especially It was that knife that he always held in his hand, even when he was sleeping, he kept it by his side."

"No. 9, list the styles of cold weapon knives."

Maxwell said suddenly.

The next second, a curtain of light shot out from his left eye and spread on the table in the lounge. The classic styles of various knives flashed one by one.

The young man quickly pointed out the sword in it, and Maxwell reached out to save the picture separately in the database of his prosthetic eye, which can be used for reference later.

"He is very lonely. I don't know if this is the right word to describe him. But he always likes to be alone, sometimes on the roof of the airport, sometimes on the cliff by the sea. He also likes to talk to himself. Even though no one is around him, he still talks to the air."

Before Maxwell could ask questions, the young man was already continuing.

Outside the lounge, airport employees bring food in. These sweet-smelling pastries stimulate their taste buds and brains.

"We can't get close to him when he's talking to himself. It's cold. It'll be cold around him!"

The words of the girl on the right sounded a bit untrue to Maxwell.

Was it cold around him when he was talking to himself?

What is the logic?

But Maxwell still did not choose to interrupt them, but continued to ask: "Has he ever said where he is from?"

"No, he never mentioned his past. He kept asking us when we could leave!"

"Then has he done anything strange?"

"He cares about time, especially when we first met him. We told him that it was 2224. I could tell that he was very unhappy after knowing the time. That feeling was better than when I faced any pollution beast. The horror will come!"

"He started checking information after we crossed the ocean and came to the signal coverage area, but the information he checked was all from five years ago, and it was all about a place called Yecheng."

"Are you sure it's Yecheng?"

It was one of the few A-level dangerous areas determined by the Archaeological Association, where the disaster first broke out, and Shuguang City was the closest city to Ye City in Dongzhou with an airport.

Of course, the "nearest" here is the "nearest" that takes 5 hours even by high-speed train.

What's more, there are currently no ground transportation lines leading to Anqing Prefecture, let alone high-speed trains, and even ordinary roads have been completely cut off.

As early as three years ago, Anqing Mansion was already a desolate land occupied by monsters that were the source of mental pollution!

"Of course, I sat next to him, and later he logged in to 'TALK'. I remember the login sound. He probably wanted to check the messages from his family or friends."

"What's the content?"

"How could I possibly know that it is extremely rude to peek at other people's chat history? What's more, the other person is Mr. Tom."

The young man spread his hands and shrugged.

"sad."

A girl on the left drooped her eyes, as if remembering something, and said with red eyes,

"I could feel that Mr. Tom was very sad after reading the message record. Not long after that, he became angry again and immediately asked us to change our route. We were originally going to the City of Eden, which is the closest to Greenland, but Mr. Tom Let’s turn to the fact that no one in this city will object to his decision because he saved everyone.”

"Did he jump off the plane?"

At the end of the inquiry, Maxwell finally asked the question he wanted to know most.

Is the man who dared to jump out of a fast-moving plane the Mr. Tom these people call him?

The expressions of the people in front of him answered his question truthfully.

After leaving the lounge, the resettlement of the refugees was not managed by Maxwell. He dialed the number of the female police inspector while walking outside the airport.

Walking all the way to the gate, Shuguang City didn't know when it started to rain lightly.

"Sir, a great person has come to Dawn City."

He said into the receiver.