While Fu Luo was still familiar with the equipment based on the principles of the remote communication station in the reader, he heard Jesse complaining in a bad voice: "Fuck it."

Jesse is a decathlon, but one skill point in patience is basically zero. If he ignores him, he can scold himself for the whole day.

There was no imitation gravity system in the communication station, so Fu Luo, who was wearing a space suit, had to float over like a fish: "What's wrong?"

Jessiehan looked cold and took apart the thick mechanical cover under the dashboard: "Did you see it?"

Fu Luo nodded in an unknown way.

Jesse: "Do you understand?"

Fu Luo hesitated for a moment. Although he felt that this made his IQ look very low, there was no way to pretend not to understand, so he had to shake his head frankly.

Sure enough, she welcomed Jesse's angrily rebuke: "Why are you not a little spiritual? If I am so stupid as you, I will memorize the accompanying readers of every ship in my mind!"

Fu Luo didn't say anything and silently remembered this suggestion.

Fortunately, Jesse was nervous and his anger came and went quickly. He lowered his head and fiddled with him for a while, and kicked Fu Luo with his toes: "Go, remove the backup energy board in the small ship, and I'll try to restart this thing."

When Fu Luo returned with the energy board, he looked through the production date of the abandoned communication station.

"Things from two hundred years ago," she was a little surprised, "You know this too?"

"That's all you guys, the young masters and ladies of the regular army, don't know the suffering of the people. Anyway, some of them are defeated by the financial income," Jesse began to skillfully disassemble and assemble the energy board. This guy may be really a man born on a warship and is very accustomed to weightlessness. He said sarcastically, "We are all from poor families, and 'picking up garbage' is one of the basic skills."

It was already this time, and I hadn't forgotten Qiu Fu. Fu Luo didn't know what this old man was thinking, but he was very generous and didn't have the same knowledge as him.

The two of them were like auto repair masters and little disciples. Jesse worked silently, while Fu Luo kept a strange posture floating beside him, and took notes quickly with the reader adjusted to the "weightless mode".

An hour later, Jesse moved gently and breathed a sigh of relief.

With a "beep" sound, the lights in the entire communication station lit up. The communication station restarted successfully, quickly closed the hatch door, and independently increased oxygen and pressure, and it was still useful.

The things made by ancient people were really very good.

Jessie pulled off his space suit hood and shook his hair like gold.

"This communication station is useless." He said while operating the instrument. "The old 87s signal system will be intercepted by the enemy 100%. With your communication technology level, you can find it in twelve hours. Is his galaxy... Well, the communication technology is not good, but their speed is not good. Even if they are locked immediately, we have a time difference of six to eight hours. What should we do during this period?"

Fu Luo thought for a while: "To be safe, can we finish debugging the equipment within three hours? Connect first, check the current situation of the earth, record it and report it - are there any parts that can be removed and taken away?"

"The remote communication terminal outside the signal system should be able to be taken away..." Jesse suddenly paused, and he turned his head strangely to look at Fu Luo, "I found that when you are at the headquarters, you are just a vocal worm who can only accept tasks and complete tasks. Every time you come out by yourself, you have a little decision."

"That's different." Fu Luo said perfunctorily and began to practice the disassembly method of remote communication terminal in his mind.

While adjusting the frequency, Jesse asked casually: "Why are the difference?"

Fu Luo: "There are so many leaders at the headquarters, all of which are much more capable than me. I have only a slight understanding of many things and are not thorough in thinking. Of course, I do whatever they say - I am the one who comes out to complete the task, and I have to take responsibility."

Jesse suddenly stopped saying a word, and the entire communication station was filled with rustling sounds with noises. The man's face was slightly green by the fluorescent light of the system, reflected in his light-colored pupils, looking faint, like a wolf lurking in the jungle.

If a person knows when he should be responsible and when he should shut up, he will definitely be at a higher level than most people in the world.

At least Jesse thought he could not do it - the former pirate leader suddenly reflected on his character, and halfway through his reflection, he suddenly couldn't help but smile.

"If I had been more humble and cautious at the beginning, I would not have been here to make cheap coolies for you stupid earthlings." Jesse thought.

Although this guy lived to this age and learned from others, his nature was still difficult to change. After less than two seconds of reflection, he felt proudly open and said, "Forget it, just think that no one is perfect."

"Boy." Jesse said.

Fu Luo: "Hmm...ah? Call me?"

"You want to really learn a little... about how to survive in this ghost place of the universe?"

Fu Luo's pupils suddenly dilated, and she said almost dumbfoundedly: "I... Senior Jesse..."

Jesse grinned gloomy: "Then we will abandon the teaching method that used to play house. Mommy's little baby, we must move more seriously."

Fu Luo's eyelids twitched for no reason.

At this moment, the signal was connected, and the voices coming from inside shocked Fu Luo's spirit.

The sounds there seemed to be very noisy, and there were collisions and footsteps coming from time to time. Fu Luo listened for a moment and felt that the footsteps were a little heavy, and the master seemed to be a little exhausted.

At this time, a duck-boy's voice from a little boy who had a voice change period came from inside: "Mom, who are you calling? Why are your phone on?"

A woman's voice came from a little further away: "What, is there a signal?"

"Why, it's for civil use?" Fu Luo asked softly.

"Well, most of the remote communication stations in that period were civilian." Jesse fine-tuned the frequency to make the sound inside clearer. "It seems that I remember correctly the band heads in China, and I have good luck."

"Hey? Hey? Is anyone? Can you hear it?" The woman on the other end of the signal seemed to answer the phone. The sound after fine-tuning was very clear, almost ringing in people's ears.

Fu Luo whispered: "Bi-directional or one-way?"

Jesse: "It should be two-way, try talking to her."

Fu Luo cleared his throat and tried his best to make his voice sound softer: "Hey?"

"Ah! It's really someone!" The woman on the other end seemed to be talking to her son, "Well... wait, is the signal recovered now? Who are you? Are you in the string?"

This person's voice sounds a bit like Fu Xiaoxin, but his tone is much softer than Fu Xiaoxin - probably when Fu Xiaoxin talks to others, he will be so polite, right?

Anyway, Fu Luo has never heard of it.

The sudden intimacy suddenly made Fu Luo's nose feel sore.

She was like a prodigal son wandering in the wind sword and frost sword. She smelled a trace of "home", and the backbone that was trying hard to support her was almost crisp.

"Sorry, the signal has not been restored," Fu Luo tried to use his most stable tone, and his tone was a bit hoarse, "I...I come from the Earth Alliance, the Second Operations Command of China Fortress Space..."

The woman let out a short scream.

"We...we..." Fu Luo suddenly couldn't find the right wording.

How to say it?

We are running away now? Have we failed everyone's expectations?

She suddenly choked up and said that she could not explain anything.

"Oh my God! Is it true! Is the front line really defeated?" The female voice on the other end of the phone suddenly became sharp. Then she remembered something and suddenly lowered it. "I just knew that the shadows in the sky were ominous. It was not an alien landing, right?"

Fu Luo was frightened.

She immediately exchanged a look of surprise and doubt with Jesse.

"Hey? Hey?" Maybe hey, I didn't hear Fu Luo's echo. The woman raised her voice a little uncertainly, "Are you still here? That girl just now?"

Jesse pulled Fu Luo, waved his hand at her, and said to the woman on the other end of the phone in a deep voice: "Madam, can you do us a favor?"

The woman hesitated for a moment and was a little alert: "Help? What to help?"

Then, she quickly added: "But how do I know that you are your own people, not alien liars?"

Fu Luo: "Do you have an anti-fraud system at home?"

The anti-fraud system is a civilian security system developed in the mid-22nd century. Its originated from the high-tech fraudsters who "has a height of one foot, a height of one foot" who are becoming more and more professional, and often pretend to deceive public officials in some countries. Among them, the public security, procuratorate, courts and the military are the hardest hit areas for copycats - especially the space troops that ordinary people cannot touch.

The Security Bureau has developed a convenient database for this purpose. Like access control, it will be updated in real time when the network is connected, and it can also query historical data when the network is disconnected.

Hearing the woman on the other end of the phone responded, Fu Luo: "My number is s22429083b, and my name is Fu Luo."

The woman seemed to have checked it. After a moment, although the female voice on the other end of the phone tried her best to cover it up, she inevitably felt a little choked up: "Is it really... Is it really my own people? Where are you all? Why didn't you block these aliens?"

Fu Luo's face turned pale.

Woman: "What can I do?"

"Miss, I must remind you," Jesse interrupted. "The enemy's control over the communication system is much higher than that of us. If you contact us privately, you will likely be discovered."

A clear sniff sound came from the other end of the phone, and the woman said quickly and in a low voice: "Then I need to send my son away, you guys are waiting for me."

"Okay," said Jesse, "I'll tell you how to do it."

The civil network on the earth has long been changed to the SA model, with excellent connections, extremely fast speed, and low dependence on physical equipment. It is one of the products of the information explosion of the Third Industrial Revolution.

However, a series of protocols under the oldest si seven-layer network model architecture have been preserved in the inexplicable "nostalgia".

As the p/ip protocol was eliminated, a large number of address hidden technologies sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. The government's idea was at first, and they wanted the military and government to adopt the old architecture network system to perform secret tasks and separate them from the civilian network. Unfortunately, they found that there were too many civilian masters shuttled through it, and in the end, due to the principle of confidentiality, the official had to withdraw from it.

Then, this old network was retained on the fire alarm automatic alarm system in the home IoT system, ensuring physical connection when the communication line was blocked to prevent security risks, so that each home IoT terminal could theoretically connect to the old network system.

The old architecture network system has gradually developed into a special niche ecosystem.

Jesse was quite familiar with the old network system on Earth - probably he was very familiar with everything that violated the law and discipline. After twenty minutes, he directed the woman on the other end of the phone to convert her home IoT terminal into a virtual port of the old network system and connect her mobile phone as a host.

"The car I've made an appointment is here." The woman whispered nervously, "When I send my son away, I'll come back to help you with other things."

"What's the name?" Fu Luo asked.

The woman said, "My name is Chen Xi."

Chen Xi—Chenxi, a good name.

The footsteps were accompanied by the boy's questioning and gradually moved away. With a "click", it seemed that the door was closed.

"That's great. Our terminal is called 'Chenxi No. 1'," Jesse said as he danced and knocked the back of Fu Luo's head heavily. "Don't be idle. There will be many well-informed people in the old network system. We don't have much time. I want to build a firewall. You can collect information. The more the better...will?"

The five good citizen Fu Luo couldn't help but pause.

Jesse: “…”
To be continued...