The solar system is broken

South America, in the territory of the former Shandong Republic, Bridge No. 20.

Half-moon-shaped railway. The cold moon in the sky is suspended above the sky, spreading its cold light onto the two polished rails. Deserted.

A meteor as big as a persimmon pancake slowly passed across the surface of the moon, passing through a strange arc in the sky. The meteor flew very fast. Normally, this meteor would cross the sky five times a night. Of course.

This is just an assumption and there is no way to prove it.

He lowered his head and looked at the mechanical watch in his hand. The slender hour hand was about to approach the number seven, which was a rather special time node.

"Zizzizi," the walkie-talkie on the waist made a burst of electronic sound, "The diversion device is installed."

"Pay attention to concealment."

"Roger that," Kaba.

He shook his wrist and covered the old-fashioned watch.

The night wind was very cold, tearing at his black windbreaker, and his short black hair stood up one by one in the wind. His fair face was bloodless due to nervousness. His hands were trembling under the windbreaker.

Today's mission was a bit difficult. The commander asked them to take things out of the speeding train without direct contact.

"Writer," a bearded man patted him on the shoulder and handed him a bottle of beer, but he didn't take it.

"I can't drink." Huhuhu~ strong wind blows.

"??" The man looked at the writer seriously, his eyes seeming to confirm something.

"Have questions?"

"Why did you say you wouldn't live long?" The man was silent for a while and said slowly.

The writer was stunned. I***.

"Don't drink!"

The man touched his nose. He understood and smiled awkwardly, "Don't you even drink beer?"

"Yeah," nodded. Alcohol was useless to him. It could only numb his nerves and reduce his understanding of rationality.

"Stuck," the man said without persistence, and pulled open the easy-pull ring. White foam spread across the metal opening and even reached the man's hand.

"Ah~" He smashed his mouth and took a sip of beer. The man felt much more at ease. He leaned on a fence support and asked lazily, "Have you been here before?"

"Been here," he thought for a moment and added a supplementary clause with a suffix, "when I was eighteen."

The man took another sip. The excessive drinking method made some light yellow water droplets appear on the man's chin beard. The writer felt a little uncomfortable looking at it, so he took out a snow-white handkerchief from his jacket pocket and handed it to

A man, and using his chin to indicate a man's beard.

The man took the handkerchief, but instead of using it, he wiped his beard twice on his sleeve, leaving a faint water mark on the black windbreaker.

The writer raised his head and looked in front of the railway, trying hard not to let his eyes fall on the water marks on the man's body.

From the corner of my eye, I looked towards the river in the distance. There was a nearly 300-meter railway bridge spanning between two mountains. At this moment, hundreds of people were working feverishly up and down the bridge. The workers under the bridge were erecting four

There is a huge navigation pole, and the workers are talking and laughing while driving the pile, which even gives the writer an extremely lazy feeling. A small fishing boat is casting a net, sinking a huge net bag and a metal ball into the river.

Go to the bottom.

"What are you doing here at the age of eighteen?" The man threw the can on the railway track. The can bounced on it for several steps before stopping.

"Looking for my sister," the writer's eyes suddenly had a slight fluctuation, very much like the gentle ripples on the surface of a lake.

"Your sister? Emmm...that physicist, Jiang Che?" The man was stunned, "It's just..." He didn't say the last part of the sentence, so everyone understood.

"Yeah." The writer, nicknamed Little Hemingway by his family, always spoke very concisely.

"I heard General Huo say that you have always been alone?"

"Um."

"Hasn't my sister come back before?"

"Um."

"Are you listening to me carefully?"

"Um."

...

...

for a long time.

It’s hard to chat with you like this~

The two stared at each other, unable to continue chatting. The two were silent in the dark night.

The breeze blew the bangs on his forehead, and a small scar appeared. There was a slight light in the writer's dark eyes. The man shuddered, and this young man gave him a feeling that he couldn't handle it.

, he is too dangerous.

From what a man knows about writers, no one in his family is normal.

The flight in the sky was still running unhurriedly, and it cleared out a large area of ​​darkness in the sky. The bright stars became weaker, and even seemed to be extinguished.

"Writer, writer, this is monitoring point 5. 'Hades' is coming. It is slowing down and will reach the bridge in ten minutes."

"Roger, now, keep silent and pay attention to the lights." The writer picked up the walkie-talkie, and his hands began to tremble slowly.

"Received, received."

The writer turned around and glanced at the man, who nodded clearly, "Of course, I didn't forget about business."

He lifted up his windbreaker, took out a walkie-talkie from his waist, stretched out the antenna, and said, "Attention to all people under the bridge, retreat, repeat, retreat."

"Copy that," the reply was crisp.

"Sniper, keep shooting. You don't need to ask for permission to shoot." To ensure nothing goes wrong, this ultra-long-range precision projection weapon was also placed around it. Although it seemed useless.

"Received." There was a clang and a pull on the bolt.

"Let's go." It's no longer appropriate to stay here.

The policeman fastened a rope buckle to a steel cable and pulled it. The steel cable swayed slightly.

The broken wall was deep and the wind was whining. The writer licked his lips, closed his eyes, and fumbled to fasten the rope buckle, as if he had made a big decision.

In the darkness, a black shadow slid down from a distant mountain peak and landed on a small platform. Then there was another soft sound. The zipline broke from the opposite side and fell straight into the river valley.

.

The small dark platform shouted softly, "Password!"

"grafting

"guqin"

"Are they the writer and the police?" There was a click, the sound of a pistol being unloaded, the safety engaging the slide, and the gun being inserted back into the holster.

If the two of them hadn't answered correctly just now, there would have been more corpses by now.

"You didn't leave any traces, did you?"

"Probably not," the policeman unbuckled the writer, who hunched over and pressed his hands on his knees.

"Soldier... telescope," the writer endured the retching in his throat and supported his body with his hands to keep from falling. He was afraid of heights.

The handed binoculars fell into the hands of the policeman. The policeman gently patted the writer's back twice and said, "How about you take a rest."

The writer wanted to refute, but his body was too honest and soft. He could only let the soldiers support him and sit on a large flat rock. The soldier became confused and asked, "Are you really afraid of heights?" Only then did the police understand why.

The writer was standing beside the cliff railway, looking very sad all the time.

"Is there really that thing on 'Hades'?" The soldier took out a piece of motion sickness medicine from his pocket, opened the piece of paper, and handed it to the writer who was no longer able to resist. However, the writer's violent heartbeat and disordered breathing made him unable to resist.

It has left him without any ability to move.

"That's what the physicist said? Who knows? It's probably to scare people, right?" The policeman shrugged. For these scientists, who kept talking in their sleep all day long, the policeman somewhat didn't believe it. "When we come up with the evidence,

You can go home."

"It's better not to be like this," the soldier gave up handing the medicine, raised the writer's chin, pinched the writer's jaw and opened it naturally in pain, threw the medicine directly in, held the kettle in his right elbow, and bit off the cap.

Put the water in. The poor writer choked on the sudden water and sneezed several times, but he finally took the medicine.

"In that case, maybe he will go to the mental hospital to see his sister." The policeman picked up the binoculars and began to look for the shadow of the train on the railway line. He saw a bright light in the distance, slowly moving closer.

It should be "Hades".

This train has a very strange design. It is an old-fashioned electric train from two centuries ago. It has two huge streamlined locomotives, one pulling four carriages and the other pushing four carriages. There is a special carriage grafted into the eight carriages:

It is not connected to the front and back, but is isolated in the middle, like an isolated fortress.

"Who do you think these people are?" He looked at this ordinary train with confusion, and really didn't understand what this had to do with the war.

"You can think of them as a kind of extreme rationalist. Magicians can amaze ordinary people, but they cannot convince ordinary people. Everyone knows that the thing is fake, but the scientist is different. He will say that it can be used.

Scientific explanation, hehe..." The soldier smiled contemptuously, "If you can't explain it, it means that the 'god' of ideas controls the world. Magicians cannot deceive mediocre people, but can only deceive fools and scholars."

The police were silent, which is a sad story. Things that are out of control will be like wild horses that run wild, galloping endlessly until they are eliminated.

From a distance, the train's light looks like a light yellow thread passing through the black cloth. The needle pulls this thread and disappears between the mountains.

"Coming."

"Creak~" The train began to brake, and the friction sound of the rails was sharp and loud.

Cars one by one flashed quickly through the telescope, and the police began to look for the target car of the show with extremely low recognition. However, due to its strange appearance, it was not difficult to identify it.

The train was still running, and the lights in the carriage flashed rapidly, forming a line of light, like electric particles accelerating.

Everything is calm and there isn't much movement.

Bang, bang, bang, there was nothing strange about it. The soldier was a little suspicious of his eyes, but the train did not change at all. Nothing happened.

However, the grafting plan has actually begun.

The camera zooms in on the train junction.

A hook, a rusty hook, with a rotating wrench stopped on it.

The small wrench aimed the electromagnetic adsorption rotary head at a small screw. The small blue indicator light on the automatic wrench flashed, and the head was turned. The nut crunched and fell off with a clanking sound.

The nut bounced on the hook, fell again, and then disappeared from the blurred vision.

However, the train was not disconnected, and even the hook was not disconnected. This was because the sixth carriage was pushing the fifth carriage forward.

Bang! Bang! The hook tongue and hook head bounced, stretched, and vibrated. However, they did not disconnect.

If you are careful enough at this time, you can clearly see a steel cable swaying faintly in the gap of the hook. It is cleverly attached to the bottom of the train hook.

Click!

The train shuddered slightly. The steel cable underneath made a muffled sound, and the swaying steel cable was continuously tightened. The slender steel cable could not bear the violence and let out some wails.

It's a noose. It's attached to the hook in front of Car No. 5. From under Car No. 5, it connects Car No. 4 to Car No. 6. According to the plan, it is laying the rope now.

If you look at it from a distance, you can clearly see that the lights in Car No. 4 and Car No. 5 are completely broken, like a disconnected thread.

The distance between carriages No. 4 and No. 5 was still slowly lengthening, and was finally separated by about three meters.

The wheels rumbled over the railway, and the gravel on the railway kept passing by. These things were just vague shadows when viewed from the train.

Suddenly, a metal piece (guide device) bounced up quickly. Then Car No. 5 suddenly raised its head and rolled sideways. The huge speed instantly overturned the car like a light piece of wood and landed on the rails.

The friction produced a short period of bright sparks, and the car behind used strong power to push it from the bridge into the water.

The car threw itself against the railing on one side, and as soon as the railing was touched, the whole thing was shattered into pieces (the plastic disguise), and the car plunged under the bridge.

"Removal completed." Kaba.

There was a strange scene on the railway. The entire train was disconnected, but it was still running perfectly with the distance of one car. The broken light ran wildly in the deep night.

However, the broken train did not last long. When crossing the bridge, the train was in a phase of relative deceleration. The four carriages in front were slower than the four carriages in the back. Driven by inertia, the entire carriage slowly closed again.

The noose took the opportunity to retract the steel cable at this time, and the "Hades" returned to its complete state.

"The closure is complete," the policeman breathed a sigh of relief.

But the soldier patted the policeman on the shoulder, "It's not time to relax yet, we need to confirm that thing."

However, the falling car splashed a huge wave of more than ten meters under the bridge, and then slowly sank like a ship that ran aground. The giant underwater net that had been arranged long ago was pulled by several electric motors.

Get down and pick it up.

It only took two minutes from the removal of the entire train to the recovery of the train, and the train only shuddered. If a person is in the target carriage, then unfortunately he will be knocked unconscious by the roar (so that the people in the carriage will not be shocked)

, and then fell into the water.

"Put away the net bag!" The walkie-talkie resumed work, "Demolition team on board! Rescue the hard drive and search for the nuclear bomb."

"Sniper!"

"Understood!" There was a clang, and the gun bolt was pulled.

The lights under the bridge suddenly lit up, like daylight, completely illuminating the river. Two teams of soldiers in combat uniforms who had been ambushing at some point waded out of the water from both sides. Under the cover of the soldiers, the explosion-proof hand used violent force to

The method is to cut open the tempered glass and flip it inside.

There were shouts in German, English, and Chinese, and I wonder if the soldiers could understand them.

It was busy under the bridge.

"Leave it to them next," the soldier turned on the flashlight. At this time, he could see clearly that he was a white man wearing a sports suit. His muscles were very strong and he spoke fluent Chinese.

The policeman nodded, put away the walkie-talkie, put an earplug on his ear, briefly adjusted the volume, and made a call.

"There_are_police_and_soilder, initiating_detonation..." The call was made to another group fifty miles away. The purpose was to blow up the railway and force "Hades" to stop. They wanted to arrest this group of physicists.

It was a sleepless night.

"The writer has a perfect plan." The soldier knelt down and looked at this thoughtful young man with his blue and melancholy eyes, "Do you want to join us?"

"Space Force?"

"Yes, sir."

The writer raised his head and looked at the major who took the example as his criterion, "I am a layman. I don't want to be noble, I don't accept expectations, and I can't shoulder such a heavy responsibility." The writer said such a long paragraph for the first time.

The soldier shook his head, "No, it doesn't matter," his tall and straight nose twitched slightly, and he stretched out his hand to invite the writer.

"I'm not a good person."

"Morality is limited. I think you know it better than me." The soldier didn't intend to give up. "We need you."

"Let me think about it again." If I remember correctly, this was the second time the writer said rejection.

The writer remembered a rumor that the selection of the Space Force was very special and they needed some lunatics who were not smart.

"I will wait for you, my friend Jiang."