Many voices merged into a torrent and swept into Huang Bingkun's mind, allowing him to re-remember many things about the past. It was like many fragments, flowing together into a vast long river, which was ups and downs.

, mixed with countless people’s faces, with different shapes, colors, accents, and appearances. Like fragments of a movie, they flashed and disappeared deep in the memory. They spoke different words together, and they were in a

Among the different times and scenes, some he could remember, but others were completely unfamiliar.

The last ray of snow-white light penetrated his eyes, causing his pupils to shrink slightly. The light shrank little by little, revealing the longing shadows behind him. The shadows overlapped with each other, forming three people standing in front of him.

One of the hands held a light source, and the blurry vision gradually became clearer in the process.

"What is your name?"

"Huang...Bingkun."

"That's not what you said last time."

"No, that's my name."

"real?"

Huang Bingkun felt that his mind was like an ancient pendulum clock, running jerkily and slowly. The rusty spring would sometimes get stuck, as if it had entered a blank interval and had a breakpoint.

He was like a walking zombie. He spent a long time thinking about the answer to that simple question. The next moment, he was like a stiff stone sculpture, nodding his head incomprehensibly.

"yes……"

"Do you remember what you did a year ago?"

"..."

"remember?"

"Remember."

"What is it?"

"..."

"...As agreed, I brought a person to this place."

"What agreement?"

"...This is the agreement."

"this place?"

"...Yes, Stargate Port."

"Why?"

"for money……"

"How many?"

"Ten...two hundred and seventy thousand."

The roulette wheel of memory is fixed on a face, a big boy, obviously simple, with a good family background, and well-behaved. Although it is a bit funny, it is not annoying.

Then there was another person, but the latter's memory was a little confused, and the heavy shadows were returning to chaos.

The voice of the person in front of me is becoming stern, with a hint of unquestionable meaning:

"Huang Bingkun, if you think about it again, how much is it?"

"It's two hundred and seventy thousand."

There was a contemptuous smile on the man's face.

He took out a small thing and pressed a button, and the thing immediately made a sound:

"how many?"

"...170,000."

Or another sound, another number.

"Huang Bingkun," the man sneered: "I think you are determined to reach the Yellow River and are not going to tell us the truth. Do you know what your fate will be? If you continue like this, if you have any problems, you can go to the military court to complain.

alright."

Huang Bingkun sat there numbly.

Several different numbers were rolling up and down in my mind.

Sometimes it's seventeen, sometimes it's twenty-seven, or it changes to another number. The stern scolding in my ears also turns into a buzzing noise, which seems to really fade away, but still lingers in my mind.

, gathered into hundreds or thousands of voices. This voice reminded him of his youth, the long train passing through his hometown, the rumbling whimpering on the rails...

At that time, such trains had long become antiques, and there were only a few routes still in operation. Most of them had become the choice of tourists due to cost or other factors.

But the sound reminded him of the distant past, just like his childhood, the hometown where his parents lived. He felt like he was home and wanted to have a good sleep.

But someone immediately shook him awake.

"Huang Bingkun," the man asked again, "do you know his parents?"

"..."

"……do not know."

"You really don't know me?"

That dull feeling of thinking is back.

After a long time, he slowly shook his head.

The officer who asked the question stood up from his chair, not because the question and answer was over, but because the surroundings darkened and the lights in the space station went out and switched to a dark red tone. The siren sounded a whine.

There was a buzzing sound, and the next moment, a monotonous synthesized voice sounded above everyone's heads:

"In case of emergency, please inform personnel from all departments to pay attention and gather in area A-4 immediately."

"Play this again. In case of emergency, notify personnel in all departments to pay attention and gather in area A-4 immediately."

The gate at the back made a long inflating sound, and someone walked over from that side: "It's an emergency, everyone, our superiors asked us to go there immediately."

The officer pulled up the collar of his black trench coat, turned around and asked:

"what happened?"

"The first test has begun"

"People are here?"

A flashing red light reflected on the face of the visitor, who nodded.

Hearing these words, the officer fell silent, looked back at Huang Bingkun, who was lying down, and nodded slightly. "I've already asked something." He muttered, but didn't say much.

Let others pack up and leave immediately.

"Everyone checks what is left behind and exits one by one."

"I'm the last to leave."

"No tools can be left in this room."

“Everything you bring must be registered, and whoever’s items are missing will be held accountable.”

Soldiers and staff filed out.

The officer took one last look around, then pulled the switch, and the gate slowly closed, and he walked out quickly. The identity card was only on him, and the only external way to open it was locked, so everything was guaranteed to be foolproof.

…

Communication with the other world has been interrupted for thirty-six hours.

Standing in front of the officer was the ambassador in formal attire. Ambassador Liao was flipping through the electronic documents in his hand page by page while asking about the progress of this incident sentence by sentence.

"How's the question going?"

"I asked some questions, but the other party always had back and forth on key issues."

"Have you figured out the origin?"

The two of them were in a hall. There were obviously more than just them here. People were entering continuously in the passages in the eight directions of the hall. Most of them were soldiers, and there were also staff stationed at Stargate Port from various countries. People were looking up.

Head, looking through the alloy frame and glass dome of the A-4 area, looking at the flickering and changing giant ring outside.

But the officer did not look away and continued to answer the previous question:

"From the information sent back there, both parents are Chosen Ones."

"Is there a file?"

"There are some, not many, who are freely chosen, not famous, just ordinary."

"Has the time for entering and leaving the star gate been determined?"

"I entered a long time ago, and left thirteen years ago, on July 11th."

"Both of them together?"

"Together."

"The plane crash happened not long after that."
To be continued...