Night’s Nomenclature

Countdown to return 47:59:58.

Countdown to return 47:59:57.

Have you traveled through time?

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.

Thinking of this, Qingchen let out a sigh of relief. It would be a good thing to go back.

Although there may not be anyone there who cares about him. His mother has a new life and she can't care about him. His father... should be in the detention center.

So I shouldn't be thinking about him.

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

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

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

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

When the world was put back together again, Qingchen saw the prison uniform on his body and instantly understood his situation.

He was in a gray and dark room. Except for an alloy gate full of technology, the rest of the room was completely closed by walls.

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

The cell was a single room with only one bed covered with a thin sheet.

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

The walls of the cell were gray, but what Qingchen couldn't understand was that the gray walls clearly gave off a metallic luster under the dim light outside.

Metal wall?

Qingchen sat up and stroked the wall blankly. Where would such building materials be used regardless of cost?

It was obvious that this place no longer belonged to the world he once knew.

He quickly lowered his head and looked at his palm. The fingerprints on the palm were exactly the same as his own, and even the position of the pores on his hand was exactly the same.

This is his own body.

After traveling to this world, the boning knife in Qingchen's hand disappeared, and the original clothes on his body were also missing, but the body was indeed his own.

Fingerprints and pore locations cannot be faked.

Qingchen sat on the bed holding his knees. He looked at the heavy alloy door and didn't know what he was thinking.

Slowly, there began to be noisy outside the door, and there was even the sound of someone banging on the alloy prison door.

Qingchen slowly walked to the door, trying to lean against the door to hear what was roaring outside, but before he could hear clearly, the alloy door made a clear sound of air pressure transmission, and the door opened.

He looked outside the door. Outside was a winding corridor.

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

In the empty and huge prison fortress outside, only sporadic lights were on. Inside the open alloy doors were dim cells, as if they were holding wild beasts.

Qingchen stood in the door, as if as long as he took this step, he would lead to an unknown life.

In the vast prison, a radio suddenly sounded from somewhere, and inside it was a pleasant female voice: "At seven o'clock in the morning, during breakfast time, all inmates are asked to line up in order and go to the restaurant to eat."

The sound echoed in the prison fortress, but Qingchen still looked at the threshold in front of him.

It seemed that as soon as he stepped out, everything would be different.

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

When did it start?

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

I even reported it to my own father, so there was nothing else I didn’t dare to face.

He stepped out of the cell.

But the next moment he was stunned again.

In the narrow corridor outside, there was a prisoner standing in front of each cell door.

Qingchen's pupils suddenly shrank:

An old man bent his back and looked at him. He saw that in the eye socket of the other person was a mechanical eye with a red shimmer. The entire right eye socket of the other person was a mechanical structure, and this metal part extended to the temple on the right side. Location.

The mechanical eyes didn't look refined, and were even a little rough, but for some reason Qingchen felt a sense of oppression from the eyes staring at him.

It seemed that the other party was analyzing the details about him.

It's like he uses his memory to analyze others.

A burly middle-aged prisoner's right arm was made entirely of machinery. The prisoner moved his fingers, and Qingchen could still hear the metallic sound of the mechanical parts turning when the prisoner's palm opened and closed.

Those thick metal arms were like knotted steel muscles, tough and violent.

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

Mechanical civilization.

These four words popped into Qingchen's mind.

Before he could continue thinking, he saw the burly prisoner in the next cell smiling at him: "Hey, new guy, don't eat too much for breakfast, otherwise it will look ugly when you spit it out."

As soon as he finished speaking, many people burst into laughter in the corridor: "I heard that twelve new people arrived last night, and we can have some entertainment today."

"This kid doesn't have any mechanical limbs on his body. It doesn't seem to matter if he's outside."

When he heard the words "new", Qingchen was stunned. He thought the other party knew that he had just traveled from the earth.

But he soon realized that the "new guy" probably meant that he had just entered prison, and the other party probably didn't know his identity as an Earthling.

Moreover, Qingchen frowned and thought, the other party's so-called entertainment might be a disaster for him.

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

He restrained his inner agitation and fear. For an ordinary high school sophomore, faced with a sudden and violent change, the only thing Qingchen could do was to force himself not to show anything strange.

Because he didn't know what the consequences would be if his coming from another world were exposed.

Suddenly, a young man in the corridor on the fourth floor opposite became crazy: "What kind of place is this! I want to go home! I don't want to stay in this ghost place, who are you!? I am Huang Jixian, and my father is from Luocheng Chairman of Wynn Group, stay away from me!”

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The others did not move, standing there and watching as if watching the excitement, still maintaining the queue ready to go to the canteen to eat.

Some people are a little confused: "Where is Luo City?"

Suddenly, Qingchen heard a buzzing sound above his head. He looked up and suddenly discovered that on the high and deep ceiling, four iron box-like drones broke away from the wall and began to fall downwards.

Qingchen's eyes rested on the ceiling. On the alloy wall, there were eighteen Gatling-like six-barreled machine gun turrets neatly "embedded" hanging upside down.

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

"Please stop moving," a female voice said from the drone: "Again, please stop moving."

Immediately afterwards, a female voice broadcast sounded in the prison fortress: "All inmates please stay where they are."

In just over ten seconds, four drones blocked the young man somewhere in the corridor. Each drone had a gun pointed directly at him.

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

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

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

Machine guns, drones, robots, mechanical limbs, countless information all flowed into his mind at once.

But what surprised Qingchen the most was that when he looked at the boy's behavior, he suddenly realized that he might not be the only one who came here from the earth.

Not the first, and probably not the last.

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