"Ding Meng, wake up! You lazy bum, it's time for you to get up. Ding Meng, wake up..."
Eh?
This was Little Rascal's voice. Ding Meng opened his eyes, and his vision gradually cleared up. This time, he was no longer in a world of darkness. He could see light, and he could see light.
Next, he found himself lying on a bed. He was not mistaken, this was indeed a bed. It was made of simple wooden frames, and there was a straw mat on top of it. He was lying on this straw mat, and there was a dry woody smell coming from it.
For most people, this smell was undoubtedly unpleasant, but for the laborers who had lived in Black Gold Base for a long time, it was simply a fragrance.
Ding Meng even sniffed it carefully. Wow, it was really a straw mat! He could not help but sit up like a carp. Only then did he realize that he was in a simple room.
There were no steel plates, no crystal plates, no metal, no hibernation pods... there were no modern technological facilities in this room at all. Of course, there was also none of the dampness, darkness, and unpleasant smells of the mining area.
In addition to the bed, there was also a small wooden table in this room. Beside the table were two straw stools, which were the most primitive and ancient straw stools in the legends. The surrounding walls... could not even be called walls. They were completely made of round logs.
"Where is this?" Ding Meng was very curious.
Little Rascal appeared very happy. "This is planet TT12, near the Norse Empire's TCP121 nebula. Ding Meng, we've escaped. We're saved. Lalalalala..."
Ding Meng's spirit was also shaken. After such a long period of painful struggle for survival, the heavens had finally taken care of him and allowed him to survive. Most importantly, he had managed to escape from Black Gold Base and survived. This feeling of surviving a disaster was very exciting and joyful.
Ding Meng could not help but ask, "Who saved us?
Is it Xin Jie? "
Just when he asked the question, a series of images flashed through his mind: Skywalkers chasing after the Falcon Spacecraft, jellyfish searching for the Falcon Spacecraft, mecha squads picking up the hibernation pods, the hibernation pods being sent to the logistics ship of the Empire's fleet, the medics inspecting the hibernation pods, the conversation between the officers and the adjutant …
Information about what had happened in the outside world while he was in hibernation flooded into his brain almost within a second, allowing him to quickly know the whole story. He curiously asked, "What's going on?"
Little Rascal said, "This is my event recorder. It's still working automatically while you're in hibernation. Right now, I'm transferring information into your consciousness space. This is all I can do with my level 1 authority."
"I see."
Ding Meng sighed. "It seems that the officers of the imperial fleet have no ill intentions towards us. It's a pity that we don't know where Xin Jie is."
Little Rascal snorted. "You should worry more about yourself."
As soon as she said that, Ding Meng was immediately alerted. There was a slight energy fluctuation outside. Someone was coming.
There was a door on the east side of the room, but there was no door. A light yellow curtain made of straw was pulled open, and a man wearing a strange uniform and a pentagon hat walked in.
The man sat down on a straw stool and took out a small PDA from his pocket. Looking at the scratches and rust on the surface of the PDA, it was probably used for a long time.
The man operated the PDA as he asked, "Name?"
Ding Meng was stunned.
The man raised his head and glanced at him. "Name?"
"Are you asking me?" Ding Meng finally reacted.
The man rolled his eyes. "Of course, if I'm not asking you, then I'm asking the table.
Is there someone else in this room? "
Although his tone was unfriendly, Ding Meng did not feel any hostility. Instead, he felt a sense of closeness. However, he was already used to being vigilant. Instead of answering, he asked, "Who are you?"
The man was so angry that he laughed. "No wonder they say you're a galactic refugee. A country bumpkin who hasn't seen the world. Listen well, my name is Douglas Fred. I'm the citizen officer of this area. You can call me Fred. Seeing that you're not that old, you can also call me Uncle Fred."
Ding Meng suddenly laughed. He was used to living in the Black Gold Base. There was too much deception and mistrust between people. He would never call someone 'uncle' or something like that. Now that someone was asking him to call him uncle, Ding Meng felt that it was quite amusing.
Fred's appearance was a bit old, and his beard was a bit white. It was clear that he was quite old, so there was nothing wrong with calling him uncle.
"What are you laughing at?
Am I very funny? "Fred's eyes widened.
Fortunately, Little Rascal was already explaining. "Ding Meng, this is a village on the outskirts of planet TT12's Autumn Lake City. You don't have the qualifications to be a citizen of the Empire, so you're considered an outsider. He's currently counting the outsiders in this area."
Hearing the explanation, Ding Meng quickly waved his hand at Fred. "No, no, Sir … Citizen Officer."
"Kid, at least you're sensible." Fred was obviously very pleased with this title. He continued to type on the computer. "Name?"
Ding Meng noticed that the edge of the computer and the pentagon hat had the same logo inlaid on it. He had seen this logo on the underground warship outside the dome before. Two short daggers crossed together by a steel ring.
So this was the logo of the Norse Empire. No wonder Julie said that Bamboo Pole was a spy sent by the Empire to the Black Gold Base. It seemed that she was right.
"Ding Meng. Ding as in human, Meng as in masked," Ding Meng answered.
Fred said, "Age."
Ding Meng said, "20."
Fred said, "Where are you from?"
Ding Meng said, "The Black Gold Base."
Fred raised his head and widened his eyes again. "I'm asking you which planet and which city are you from."
Ding Meng sighed. "I only know that the place is called the Black Gold Base. I don't know which planet it is exactly."
Fred stared at him for a while before sighing as well. "Forget it, I don't blame you. I know that interstellar refugees like you don't know where you came from most of the time. Looking at how skinny you are, you must have suffered a lot. The commanding officer on the space station told me that you were rescued by the patrol fleet during their interstellar patrol, so I won't hold it against you …"
Ding Meng looked at him and could not help but feel a sense of closeness.
Fred said, "But you're not a citizen of the Empire, so you don't have a lot of rights. And since you're here, you have to abide by the rules here. Now, come with me. I'll tell you about the rules here."
Even without his urging, Ding Meng had been looking forward to seeing what kind of world it was outside the house.
As soon as the curtain was lifted, a wave of wetness hit his face. Ding Meng felt extremely refreshed. It had been far too long since he had enjoyed such a pure refreshing feeling. Previously, he had always been in a hot, scorching, and dark environment. But this time, the outside world did not disappoint him.