Nomenclature of Night

　 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 here, it was a good thing to be able to go back.

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

　　 So I shouldn't care about him either.

　　 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 countdown.

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

　　 At the moment when the world was put together again, when Qing Chen saw the prison uniform on his body, he instantly understood his situation.

　　He is in a dark gray room, except for an alloy gate full of technology, and the other places are completely enclosed walls.

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

　　 The cell is a single room with only one bed covered with a thin layer of bed sheet.

There is a shelf beside 　　, except for the quilt, toothbrush and towel, the shelf is empty.

　　 The walls of the cell are gray, but what Qing Chen can't understand is that the gray wall is clearly emitting a metallic luster under the faint light outside.

　　Metal wall?

　　 Qingchen 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 lowered his head and looked at his palm. The fingerprint on this palm was 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 　　 shuttled into this world, Qing Chen's eviscer was gone, and his original clothes were gone, but his body was indeed his own.

　　Fingerprints and pore positions cannot be faked.

　　 Qingchen sat on the bed with his knees hugged. 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.

　　 Qingchen slowly walked to the door and tried to listen to what was yelling outside. Before he could hear clearly, the alloy door made a clear air pressure transmission sound 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.

　　 Qingchen stood in the door, it seemed that as long as he took this step, he would lead an unknown life.

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

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

　　 It seems that as long as he steps out, everything is different.

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

When did 　　 start?

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

　　 I even reported my father, so there is nothing I 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 each cell in the corridor that was not very spacious outside.

　　 Qingchen’s pupils suddenly contracted:

An old man leaned back and looked towards 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. position.

　　 The mechanical eyes didn't look exquisite, or even rough, but I don't know why Qing Chen felt the pressure from this eye staring at him.

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

　　 is like analyzing others with his memory.

　　 A burly middle-aged prisoner, his right arm is made up entirely of machinery, and the opponent is moving his fingers. Qing Chen can still hear the metal sound of the mechanical parts turning when the opponent's palm is opened and closed.

　　 Those sturdy metal arms, like knotted steel muscles, are tough and violent.

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

　　 Mechanical civilization.

　　 Qingchen popped these four words out of his mind.

　　 Before he could continue thinking, he saw the burly prisoner in the cell next door smiled 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 his body, so it doesn't matter if he looks outside."

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

　　 But he quickly 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 and thought, the other party's so-called entertainment, I am afraid it will be a disaster for him.

　　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!"

　　 said, the boy who read www.uukanshu.com was running 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 have some doubts: "Where is Los Angeles?"

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

　　 Qingchen's eyes stayed on the ceiling. On the alloy wall, there were eighteen Gatling-like six-barrel machine gun turrets hanging upside down.

　　 As the flustered 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 boy somewhere in the corridor, and a gunpoint was pointed at him directly under each drone.

　　 At the same time, a gate is also opened under the prison fortress, and 9 robots holding unknown guns are 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 saw all the behavior of the boy and suddenly realized that he might not be the only one who came here from the earth.

　　 is not the first, and it should not be the last.

　　 (Chapter 4, recommendation and monthly pass)