Horizon Before Sunrise Chapter 4

God said that the world is not always what people want. On the first day he opened his eyes in the wilderness, he saw a ghost. ---Esther, "Neverland"

Suddenly seeing the face close to the screen, Asher's pupils shrank. He folded his shirt sleeves twice, revealing half of his forearm. The thin muscles on his forearm were visibly tensed, and then relaxed in the blink of an eye.

Although he dealt with his emotions quickly and his complexion returned to normal in an instant, the mop next to him still noticed it.

He had just known Asher for less than half an hour, so he definitely didn't know him well. So he couldn't figure out whether Asher's subconscious reaction was defensiveness, nervousness, or something else... Anyway, no matter which one it was, it made him even more panicked.

He clearly caught the words "no reply received", so he lowered his voice and asked Truth tremblingly, "Is this the... the terrorist you mentioned?"

But Chus didn't answer. He stared at the screen without blinking, as if he was staring at a lion walking nearby. His finger moved to a red button, tapped it lightly, and said indifferently: "I replied."

Mop: "Huh??"

He opened his mouth and was stunned for a moment, until he heard the overly handsome man on the screen laugh, then he realized that Asher's words were not directed to him, but to the other side of the screen.

The man hummed, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "What did you reply?"

He seemed too lazy to open his mouth when he spoke, his voice was suppressed at the bottom of his throat, sounding low and a little careless.

Perhaps it was because the inherent impression of "space prison" was too demonic, or perhaps it was because of Chus's previous description that made people feel uneasy. This man obviously didn't look like a "cruel and evil" person, and what he said was very ordinary, but Mop still felt a little nervous.

He pinched his fingers unconsciously and turned his head to wait for Asher's answer. His intuition told him that Asher would never say anything that would please the other party.

"I forgot, there are quite a lot. I suggest you go and read them yourself after you receive them." Asher said calmly.

Mop: ... I don't know why, but I always feel that this person is lying with open eyes.

Truth paused, then added calmly, "But it seems that even the cosmic supersignal is circumventing you. It may take another 27 years before you receive it."

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear "ding" sound was heard from the other side of the screen.

The man straightened up slightly, took out a communicator and tilted his head to take a look. He still had one hand on the edge of the screen, and with the other hand he held the communicator and swiped it twice.

He only took a glance and laughed, holding the communicator in front of the screen and shaking it. "A period, that's a lot?"

mop:"......"

Asher, who was exposed, didn't care at all, "It contains a lot of meanings."

Man: "Like?"

Truss: "Like wishing you a speedy return to prison."

"......" The mop thought for a moment, then silently shrunk back onto the ground along the countertop. In this situation, he really didn't want to show his face, as he wanted to live a few more days.

The two people in front and behind the screen, one supporting the screen and the other supporting the operating table, both leaned forward, with their eyes slightly lowered, their postures casual and relaxed, looking like a pair of old friends reminiscing about the past.

But this way of talking when reminiscing about the past... made Mop's face turn green.

But after the mop lay paralyzed under the counter for a while, he felt something strange again - the man had gone to great lengths to find him, and had been chatting with the monitor for a long time, but he had no intention of approaching the villa.

He pondered for a moment, but couldn't figure it out, so he couldn't help but secretly peek.

On the screen, the man had stood up straight, biting the tip of a black glove with his teeth while untying the other glove. He tilted his head slightly, glanced down from the corner of his eye, looked down at the camera, and said vaguely: "Are you really not going to come and see me before I break the controller?"

Truth raised an eyebrow. "No."

After saying that, he pressed the power button on the console.

"The forest surveillance system is shut down and entering energy-saving mode." As the mechanical electronic voice finished speaking, the large and small screens on the wall turned black at the same time, and the images disappeared.

"Shut down?! You just ---" Mop's mouth twitched, pointing at the screens, "just left it there like that?"

Asher picked up the communicator on the console and threw it into his trouser pocket, saying, "I just want to save electricity."

Mop: "...between giving away electricity and losing my life, I'll choose giving away electricity."

"Unfortunately, the house is mine."

As Asher spoke, he walked to the cabinets on the wall and opened the two cabinets on the lower right corner with ease.

Mop was still a little timid. He touched his ankle silently and said, "To be honest, I feel a little weak in the knees. Are you really going to ignore him? Is it really okay to leave him alone like this if he doesn't reply to your message? I feel like we are courting death..."

Asher pretended not to hear anything. He searched the cabinet for a while, took out something, and put it on a frozen capsule beside him.

Mop was too embarrassed to be too curious about these cabinets in front of his master, so he just glanced at them casually. What Asher found was a box of noise-canceling earplugs and a pair of gloves.

He put on gloves and took out a metal box from the corner. Judging from the size of the box, it must be very heavy, but it seemed very light in his hands.

"What is this?" Mop blinked.

"An old-fashioned, useless tool." Truth touched the lock with his thumb, and the box opened automatically with a click, revealing a row of silver tools inside. "Toolbox."

"......" Mop sighed, "You made a toolbox look like a high-precision instrument password box. It seems to be different from the one I usually use."

Truth paused and glanced at him: "Do you usually use it?"

Mop said "Oh" and scratched his head, "I didn't have time to talk about the mess just now. I am an aircraft function maintenance technician."

Truth nodded in understanding, decisively turned the box around, and pushed it in front of the mop. "That's perfect."

Mop was confused: "What are you going to do?"

Truce raised his chin towards the cryo capsule beside him. "Take the chassis off."

"???"

Ever since he met Asher, Mop felt more and more confused.

"Why remove the chassis? What did it do wrong?" asked Mop.

Chus bit the tip of one glove to take it off, then picked up the other glove and explained casually, "Each capsule has an air exchanger embedded in the chassis. Three of them are just enough."

Mop glanced at him, and for a moment, he felt that Asher's actions were somewhat familiar, but before he had time to think about it, he was distracted by Asher's thoughts.

"I've only dismantled aircraft, never touched this thing. If you know how to do it, it would be best if you could------"

Before he could finish his words, Asher interrupted him and said, "I can't."

Mop: "Then you drag out the toolbox?"

"Just give it a try, what if you can find it out?" Asher answered calmly.

Mop: ... He finally understood that the person in front of him was a liar who always told lies and looked particularly intimidating.

Fortunately, after being frozen for 47 years and wandering for another 3 years, his skills have not been completely abandoned. Although the cryocapsule is generally suitable for intelligent systems, there is still an entrance in the corner for manual maintenance.

The speed of overall stripping was actually very fast. Mop figured out the trick after a few minutes of groping, and in a blink of an eye, the bottom plate of the capsule was removed into seven or eight parts. The little mop, who had never made a sound from the beginning to now, sat quietly on the side, skillfully helping him pass the tools, and from time to time staring at Asher with his black eyes.

Asher seemed confident in handing the capsules to the mop. He did not stare at the mop, but took out a black cylindrical bag from another cabinet he had opened.

"Okay." Mop suddenly spoke and spread out his palms. In his palms lay three pebble-sized black boxes with thin tubes connected to them.

"It's hard work." Asher picked one up and naturally hung the very small replacement device behind his ear. The curved thin tube just caught the ear bone and extended from the side of the face.

The replacement machine was powered on, a slight buzzing sound rang in my ears and it worked tirelessly beside my face.

Mop looked up and watched him carrying the heavy-looking cylindrical bag, and then taking out a pair of noise-isolating earplugs from a box on the side.

"Where are you going?" Mop looked confused.

As Truss walked out the door, he said without looking back, "Go appease the terrorist."

Mop: "......What are you carrying? Comfort items?"

Chus had already stepped out the door, turned around and smiled, "R-72 rocket launcher."

Mop: "......" What the hell, you use rocket launchers to appease others? ! ! !