Polar Night Player

A coin, incomplete, flipped upside down in the patina and faintly reflected the hideous elk with sword horns carved on it.

"Patter--"

There was a crisp sound.

The coin was scorched and wrinkled on the back of the other hand, and then a hoarse and weird smile sounded in the dilapidated house.

"Deer head, or bronze character?"

This voice seems to have infinite charm, attracting all the attention of a group of people around, including men, women and children. Most of them are ragged and have thin and yellow faces, but their faces are full of excitement, staring at them. The back of the old man's hand seemed to be able to see through the front and back of the coin inside.

Silent as night.

A pair of greedy eyes not only stared at the back of his hand, but also ten brand-new Blue Star coins neatly arranged on the shabby metal console.

This kind of gambling game of guessing the positive and negative is very popular in the slums. Wanghai City is several times larger than Houcheng. At the same time, it has absorbed many refugees who have fled from the border area. They gather in the slums and are full of various bad habits. After the failure of enlightenment, he was concentrated in this special area, relying on military relief funds to live on.

Before buying and leaving, the refugees gathered together did not even dare to breathe, for fear that their luck would be lost.

The old man glanced around, smiling but not smiling, like a blood-sucking bat making a terrifying laughter of "Jie Jie Jie".

Bronze!

Deer head!

Two different voices are intertwined in their hearts.

The steam lamps in the room were extinguished a few times, and the whole room was suddenly detonated under the dim yellow light!

"How could it be! How could it be a deer head?!"

"Deer head five times in a row???"

Amidst howls and exclamations, the old man smugly took away all the Blue Star coins from the metal console.

The refugees have jealousy, greed, and hatred in their eyes, but no one dares to make trouble under the eyes of the old gambler.

"The black mist is shrouded in the stars, and there are blood flowers blooming in the wind..."

"...The burning light of the white throne, wait a minute, wait a minute, my beloved White King..."

The old record player was playing unknown ballads. The refugees lost all their money and left in disappointment. There was a young man with a backpack squatting in the corner. He was dressed simple and clean, incompatible with these personalities, although there were a few people. The big refugee thought about attacking him, but after learning that he was the guest of the old gambler, he ran away in despair.

After the crowd dissipated, the old gambler sitting cross-legged on the ground dozed off. He heard the sound of Li trying to rub the metal parts, slowly opened his muddy eyes, saw the person coming, reached out his hand and nodded the broken machinery in front of him. Communication instrument.

Li wanted to pick up the mechanical communication device on the ground. I don't know how many generations of the above-mentioned model have been eliminated. It is extremely laborious to start up, and it can be used, which is a miracle.

This is the old man's rule, and he must use this to communicate with him.

Li Xiang has been here for a long time, fiddling with many abandoned mechanical devices piled up in the room. Using, repairing, and touching can increase the grayish-white liquid in some gray scale bars. With the special ability of this machine, he can easily manipulate it. Various mechanical devices do not require practice to make perfect.

He entered the invitation code that L gave him, and after a while, the communicator beeped several times.

--wait.

The old man got up laboriously, knocked on the door behind him, the door opened slightly, and a scorched hand stretched out. The old man took the slip of paper and gave it to Li Xiang, and then waved his hand to evict the guest.

Li Xiang was playing with a steam lamp that kept sizzling. He tapped it lightly and twisted it with a small screwdriver. The steam lamp "crashed" and gave out a pale yellow light.

"Uh, sorry." Li Xiang took the piece of paper and put down the steam lamp that was already on. There was an address written on the piece of paper, and two signs were printed on it. One was a symmetrical X formed by the moon wheel in black and white and the other. It is a black diamond.

"Is this you fixed?" The old man said something unprecedentedly, his voice was so hoarse, he pointed to the steam lamp on the ground and asked.

Li Xiang nodded.

"Oh, go." The old man didn't say anything, but picked up the steam lamp on the ground and put it in the cupboard behind.

......

The address on the paper leads to an old heavy factory, which is full of rough men with dark faces. The creak of gears and the roar of huge mechanical devices starting and stopping are constantly heard in the factory.

Soon someone came to meet Li Xiang, and after seeing the paper in his hand, he boarded a heavy truck parked in the workshop of the factory.

The engine is replaced by a complicated steam device. Under the front cover is a densely packed test tube filled with white steam. Only a transparent gas tank contains gray-white gas. The amount is scarce, but it is the most important part of the entire device.

Li Xiang boarded the container at the back. Inside there were two rows of benches. Each row was seated with a dozen young people, men and women, wearing uniform black uniforms, which looked like prison uniforms with a white one on top. Eye-catching number.

How does it feel like a prisoner. Li Xiang muttered in his heart, his back was pushed hard by the workers.

"The newcomer picks a set from the ground and replaces it."

The worker closed the door of the container after speaking. Only a few shaking kerosene lamps above provided a faint light to the dim container.

After he came in, several of the young people raised their heads and glanced slightly, most of them closed their eyes and bowed their heads in thought.

The atmosphere is weird.

Li Xiang quickly picked up a set of fairly clean clothes and changed them. The number on it was the Arabic numeral 8.

He casually found the end of a row of benches and sat down. As soon as he sat firmly, he was gently stabbed in the waist.

"Hey, what's your name?" The tall and thin boy next to him was talking, with dust and mud on his cheeks, his hands stretched out with a smile on his face.

Li Xiang was stunned, and then smiled and stretched out his hand and shook hands with him indifferently.

"Thinking Li." He let go of the boy's hand, and the other person was a little surprised that he didn't care about his dirty palms, "Hello, Chen Fan."

"Ah, hello, ah? How do you know my name?" This old enemy who had hunted Li Xiang for seven or eight years in his previous life still looks a little immature at the moment. Although his face is dirty with dust and mud, he is beautiful. The appearance has not changed at all.

"Secret, I will tell you later." Li Xiang leaned his hands on the back of his head and began to close his eyes to rest his mind. He could meet Chen Fan at this time, and his irritable heart suddenly became a little quiet.

"It's mysterious, cut." Chen Fan didn't care very much. He had just finished the unified recruitment exam. As an examinee of Wanghai City, many people knew him. After all, the physical test scores are so good, but he is even qualified to be a player. No, and Li Xiang from Houcheng next door are called two fallen geniuses.

Wait, Li thought?

He bounced up suddenly, and the thin **** the right gave him a dissatisfaction, cursing: "What the hell, crazy."

"You just said that your name is Li Xiang?" Chen Fan shook Li Xiang's shoulder. When the name was called out, some young girls in the container looked up.

It's a pity that before Li wanted to answer, a sharp crackling sound suddenly burst in the container!

Everyone covered their ears and screamed in pain.

It's too harsh!

As if bombed, the whole head was filled with that uncomfortable sound.

After a few seconds, a dull and heavy voice rang around the container.

"Remember the numbers on your body! This is your identity in the polar night training camp in the future. Forget your past. From now on, no one is allowed to speak or make any sounds! No one is allowed to speak with you! "

The man's voice was mixed with incomparable coercion and an irresistible tone. He repeated it three times, and the harsh crackling sound gradually disappeared as his voice fell.

There was no sound in the container.

Li Xiang leaned on the back of his chair, feeling the trajectory of the truck. A strong smell of smoke and dust rushed into the container. It seems that the truck not only uses steam power, but also uses the once popular fuel power.

At the beginning, the forward speed was very fast, and the container was very stable. It should be driving on a plain-like landscape. After the man had finished speaking, the truck continued to sway, and in severe cases, it even showed a tilt of nearly ninety degrees.

After going through steep mountain roads, the truck was driving smoothly again. When sprinting at full speed, Li Xiang felt a little palpitating. It seemed that the speed was exaggerated.

On urban roads, vehicles have strict speed limits. The consequence of chaotic racing is that soldiers of the military will ask you to drink tea, and you will be peeled off if you die.

The truck left Wanghai City, probably driving in an unmanaged wilderness area.

As time passed bit by bit, the man warned him not to speak, and everyone stopped communicating. The dim space was filled with muddy air. After three hours, many people fell asleep faintly.

Li Xiang also closed his eyes and squinted for a while. At this moment, the truck suddenly braked!

The behemoth-like body trembled violently, shook off an exaggerated angle, and dragged two arc-shaped gullies on the ground. The air pipe at the tail continuously sprayed out white air columns and black smoke, and then several valves opened with a click. Steam is spit out from the rear pipe.

Those who didn't sit down all fell to the sky, awakened from their sleep and no longer knew the time and the sky.

Rao was all of them with excellent physical fitness. They all had pale faces, resisting vomiting, and they were soaked with sweat.

Bang bang bang!

After several violent slaps on the outer door of the container, the voice of several men's conversation came in.

Chen Fan gently pulled off the corner of Li Xiang's clothes, the two looked at each other, and saw the same worried look in each other's eyes.

Something is wrong.

The flapping sound became more intense, and the conversation turned into a curse.

There was a quarrel outside.

A few young people who realized that something was wrong began to talk with their heads down, discussing countermeasures, but most of them still held their breath and waited quietly.

Clang!

The handle of the outer door was severely smashed!

Li Xiang's heart froze, and the closed door was kicked open.

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