I Raise Monsters In the Interstellar

Wei Jiang opened his eyes in a wilderness.

When he opened his eyes, he was still a little dumbfounded, and this dullness became more severe as he sat up and looked at the completely unfamiliar scenery around him.

He looked at the sky, it was gray; he looked around, 80% of the area was yellow-brown soil, only a small area was scattered with a few low grasses; he looked at Ahead is a huge pit with a hill reflecting light.

He stood up and walked forward, only to see discarded metal materials piled up in the pit.

Wei Jiang carefully identified it, and before analyzing it, he automatically recovered the source of these metal materials in his mind.

One-third comes from small electronic devices, which are similar to tablet computers and LCD TVs on the earth; one-half comes from medium-sized vehicles, including land-based vehicles, aerial vehicles depicted in science fiction comics, etc.; The remaining one-sixth is more difficult to classify. There are everything, there are square robots, there are small boxes that don't know whether it is heating or cooling, and there are some things that Wei Jiang can't analyze.

He was sluggish for a few seconds, then glanced at the wreckage that he had restored to the original appearance of the aircraft, trying to find out the evidence that he had misunderstood, but no matter how he searched and analyzed it, these things were indeed aircraft-none on earth Kind.

He couldn't help but look at the sky again. Although there is light falling from the sky, which is also called sunshine, but there are no clouds in the sky. The gray of the sky is not the color of dark clouds after being blocked by dark clouds, let alone the color of smoke after being filled. Really the color of the sky itself.

Wei Jiang was silent for a minute. After trying to find the camera to no avail and confirming that he had no dreams, he had to admit that he really seemed to have crossed, and crossed to another planet.

Realizing this, Wei Jiang suddenly lowered his head and looked at his right hand.

This hand is very normal, with five fingers, except for the thumb, each finger has three knuckles, which is indeed a human hand.

But this hand was white and slender, and there was no trace of blemish on the skin. Obviously... it was not his own hand.

Wei Jiang didn't know for a while whether to be happy or to be a human, or to be sad that he was no longer who he was. He went around the big hole and finally found a piece of metal that could clearly reflect light on the other side.

His face was reflected on the metal, it was as perfect as a hand so that there were no shortcomings.

There was no blood stain, no bruise, Wei Jiang looked at it, and fell into a deeper bewilderment-how did the original owner of this body... die?

There was no injury on the body, no injury on the head, and the heart function seemed to be intact. Didn't you cross over after the other person died, but when the other person was alive?

but…

His instinct tells him that is not the case.

Not only does he have no memory of the original body, this body does not seem to have such things as the original habit.

It's like...this body has always been empty, and it's the first time it has a soul when it comes.

But how is this possible?

Wei Jiang felt that his thoughts were a little arrogant, so he silently put this thought aside, and instead thought about how he should live.

Whether it is to take over the body temporarily or permanently, he has to live first.

But now there are endless loess on three sides, and only one side is sporadicly growing with weeds. No matter from which angle, there is only the possibility of survival in that direction. So, I can only go in that direction, right?

Thinking of this, Wei Jiang smiled helplessly.

He raised his foot and walked in that direction, trying to find water and food around as he walked, but a long time passed, let alone water and food, he didn't even see any creatures other than that kind of weed.

But the good news is that after a long time, he will neither be hungry, nor thirsty, nor tired, as if this body does not have any metabolic needs in the new city.

This made the cause of the death of the original owner of this body even more confusing, but Wei Jiang had to admit that he should still be grateful for this strange body, otherwise his second life, I am afraid I will explain it here before it is clear.

"But the feeling of not being able to live or die is also terrible..." Soon Wei Jiang realized the shortcomings of this matter, and couldn't help thinking about it.

If this body is like a perpetual motion machine, if this area is like the Sahara Desert, what should I do? Wandering around this place for a century, wandering around until this body is completely scrapped?

Fortunately, the worst did not happen. About six hours later, Wei Jiang finally saw the second thing besides the weeds in the vastness and desolation.

It was a wooden house. Although the color blended with the yellow land, it was indeed a wooden house.

As the distance gets closer, you can still see that there are a few touches of green that are slightly brighter than the previous weeds next to the wooden house.

Wei Jiang, who had been tortured by the dead silence for six hours, immediately ran, and soon arrived next to the wooden house.

It’s just different from what he expected to be the "last oasis in the desert." Although there are plants here, they don’t have much vitality. They grow on the ground without energy. The messy look shows that no one is fighting. Manage them.

But Wei Jiang, who was overly excited, didn't notice this at first. He just stood nervously and expectantly at the door of the wooden house, knocked on the door, and then again, and then gradually increased as the number of knocks increased. The anticipation on his face was replaced by fear and confusion little by little.

He turned his head to look at the plants around the wooden house, and the mess he had overlooked before finally came into his eyes.

His gaze patrolled for another circle, and then positioned under his feet.

It was a wooden corridor with a thick layer of loess, which seemed to be blown from the wilderness by the wind. On this loess layer, there were only a pair of footprints, extending from the wilderness to the door.

Wei Jiang guessed something vaguely, and pushed the door hard. Sure enough, the door was not locked. With his hard work, the door made a dumb noise, and then it was pushed open.

There are furniture in the door, traces of someone's life, but no one's breath, as if the people who lived here have left a long time ago.

As time went by, the loess blowing in from the gap between the windows and the doors covered the furniture with a thin layer of gauze. That layer of gauze slowly covered the breath of human existence. After it was completely covered, When I opened it, I couldn't find a trace of the breath left by the owner of this wooden house.

Wei Jiang stared at the wooden house blankly, feeling that he had thought of a lot of things, and he felt that he hadn't thought of anything. Instead of going forward, he stepped back and walked around the wooden house.

Although there was no one in the wooden house and the surrounding area was desolate, the desolation was already very vibrant compared to the wilderness when he came over.

There are a lot of plants, and the plants seem to be edible. There is a small pond. Although it has dried up, water can still be drawn from the well next to it.

Wei Jiang sat on the edge of this pond for a long while, until the sky was about to dim, he suddenly woke up from his silent thoughts, drew water from the well, and began to water the plants with insufficient vitality.

There are not many of these plants, and when the Weijiang watering is completed, the sky has completely darkened.

Wei Jiang glanced at the vastness around him, then at the wooden house in front of him, and finally put down the bucket and walked to the empty wooden house.

Although it is very deserted, although there is no one here, this seems to be the only place he can find a foothold.

Living here, if you wake up in the morning, you will at least not be covered by loess, at least there will be living things, at least a little...I feel like a human being.

I just don’t know if this body that does not need the metabolism of the new city can fall asleep...

The worst did not happen. After Wei Jiang closed his eyes, he soon fell into a deep sleep.

The house is very quiet, and all you can hear is the slight "creaking" sound from the outside wind on the windows and doors and the slight and even breathing.

The breathing is quite regular, and the interval and strength of each blow are as if they have been measured.

If there are outsiders, hearing this almost weird breathing sound, I am afraid it will feel creepy, but unfortunately there are no outsiders in the wooden house.

The only person in the wooden hut was asleep, and he didn't notice anything wrong with him.

When the morning light was faint, and when the sun fell into the window, the man lying on the bed opened his eyes suddenly. There was no such thing as a wakefulness in those beautiful eyes, but I still didn't feel anything.

He was first thankful that he could fall asleep and slept well, without dreams all night, then lay in bed thinking about his situation and future plans, and then slowly got up and got out of bed for a while.

Outside the house is still the same vast sky and vast loess as yesterday, but maybe after a day of sleep, the strong sense of helplessness and confusion on Wei Jiang has faded, and he is re-infected with the cheerfulness that makes people happy when they see it.

He thought optimistically, although he was not walking in a straight line, he only walked in one direction after all, and did not explore other directions. Maybe if you look around this wooden house as the center, you can find traces of other people's existence?

Wei Jiang, who had succeeded in self-comforting, looked around, and quickly chose the direction opposite to the location of the big hole as his first search target.

This time he was lucky. He had just walked for an hour and a half and saw a low modern building in the distance.

After rubbing his eyes and making sure that it was not a mirage, he ran a few steps in that direction.

But his pace soon slowed down, because the people around the buildings didn't look the same as he imagined, or to be more precise, they didn't seem to be so human-like...