The bridge of the spacecraft has a wide field of view, and a huge hall is surrounded by some new silver-white equipment. These equipment looks like they were connected later, with obvious smooth surfaces. The silver-white pipelines are connected to the various control platforms of the bridge, as if transmitting data.

Compared with the rest of the spacecraft, the bridge seemed to have been cleaned up. The huge porthole was covered with thick blue viscous substances. Something had roughly cleaned up these blue substances, leaving some small traces of the combing texture on the residue.

His shoes stepped on a small piece of blue mud and made a disgusting and sticky sound. He squatted down carefully and checked the scrap. The touch from the space gloves felt very soft, like liquid porridge, but there was a little stickiness.

He noticed that there was a corpse on a nearby operating platform. The corpse was stuck on his seat and was tightly tied to the seat by a seat belt, showing a look of being dragged hard.

A simple naked eye examination could not tell the cause of the death of this shriveled corpse. He noticed that the movement suit on the body was the same as that on his body, with the abbreviation of "Earth Government". What caught his attention was that the shriveled facial expression of the corpse looked extremely painful... Although it was difficult to distinguish the "expression" from the seriously deformed face two hundred years later, he could feel the violent struggle it had experienced before his death from the twisted posture of the corpse and its wide open mouth.

Suffocating? He sniffed, and the oxygen content in the air was even a little high. If it was a fatal failure of the air circulation system, it might be possible.

He hesitated for a moment. He still reached out to explore the whole body of the mummy. The valuable item was a C-class personnel pass and a small-caliber pistol. He simply tested the function of the pistol and confirmed the location of the security and magazine in more than ten seconds.

This is not a traditional gunpowder weapon. He fired a shot at the head of the mummy who was given his weapon. The shellless bullet hit by the pulse energy lifted off the upper half of the corpse with a thud, leaving only the black part of the jaw and neck.

The owner of the pistol did not pull out his weapon from the holster at his waist until his death, which made him doubt the practicality of the pistol in the face of unknown dangers.

There were several corpses on the platform. It seemed that this powerful security pistol was the standard weapon for the spacecraft members. He quickly collected the magazines he could find and finally collected eight magazines, about 200 bullets. The additional gain was a Class A pass, from a mummy who looked like an officer. He really hoped that these cards had not been demagnetized in the past two hundred years.

The data on the screens of several operating platforms were slowly flowing. He walked to an operating platform that seemed to have been used - only the things around this platform were sorted out - and checked the data on the screen.

The operation record shows that the spacecraft's engine system was restarted two hours ago. At present, the stamping engine is only adjusted to the minimum output backup energy mode, and the entire ship is in the energy control state, so the light source is very dim.

But...blue?

For some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable with this color. Since he woke up, almost everything he saw was blue, lights, walls, and even the stains everywhere, all appearing blue in the constant reflection of the light.

The monitoring device may still be enabled, and it returns to the basic mode of the operation panel. It found the central closed-circuit monitoring system, but entering the system requires permissions above level A.

He had the permission of level A and entered the code on the pass he just searched for. He also lacked the corresponding key. He thought about it. He tried the abbreviation on the back of the pass, an error. The combination of full name, error, abbreviation and communication number, an error.

There may be corresponding password regulations.

He unconsciously twisted the thin pass. Under the blue light, the smooth surface of the pass had a almost unrecognizable scratch. He held it in front of him as if he had found a treasure and observed it carefully. The lazy guy once wrote his key on the back of his identity certificate. Time wiped away the handwriting, but left scratches.

When the key is entered, he entered the monitoring system as he wished.

After just a brief check, his heart was cold. The monitoring system was almost completely destroyed, and thousands of maintenance prompt messages almost filled the screen. He worked hard to clean up these backlogs of reminders over the past two hundred years, filtered all the damaged monitoring, leaving only a few monitors that were still barely operating.

He checked one by one, and the doubts in his heart became deeper and deeper.

One of them is marked as the monitoring channel of the engine room. The corridor walls, ground, and even all equipment in the screen are covered with blue glue. The huge reactor equipment with only one corner is even more sticky. Due to the re-starting of the engine, the reactor equipment like a huge turbine has begun to rotate slowly again, tearing the blue glue a lot.

However, he approached the screen, and the blue glue on it seemed to be moving slowly.

illusion?

Or is it because of the blue light that makes their surface shine like a biological luster?

Being in the blue light for a long time, he felt that he was almost driven crazy. These cold lights made him feel that his bone marrow was frozen. As an environmental arrangement for long-term deep space navigation, it is incredible to use cold light. In order to avoid crew members from having deep space anxiety or similar space mental illnesses, the lights on the spacecraft should be dominated by warm-toned light.

He frowned and returned to the main menu and found the light control bar.

With the A-level authority, he quickly overcomes all obstacles in system management. The lighting system has a complete chromatographic combination. He chose bright white light without hesitation. The energy reserves that have started to operate again will not be dragged down by such a small lighting demand.

The moment he activated the white light source, a numb sense of electric current rushed through his spine, as if someone had blew a breath on his back, and his brain began to whine, and the pain like needle-like needles made a huge buzzing sound in his eardrum.

【Blue light only.】

The sound of a woman crying came from behind him. He turned around and was in the flashing phantom of the lighting system switching spectrum. The woman in white clothes stood barefoot on the ground, in the dead space. She was like a phantom, a vague ghost.

"Who are you?"

He couldn't help asking, staggeringly getting up and trying to hold her hand, but she seemed to be moving away from him. Damn semicircular canal, he thought, unable to maintain his balance in a severe headache, and fell to the ground with a thump.

【They cannot get power from the blue light.】

She disappeared in front of his eyes. He blinked, and all the headache slowly subsided. But he still suspected that his nerves were still in hallucinations.

Because the small blue residue in front of him was squirming. It bulged its body like a moving gum, stretching its limbs in the bright light. In his surprised eyes, a small ball of blue residue bulged, and then this small ball revealed the curved and spreading feathered leaves like seeds blooming.

A muffled sound woke him up, and the corpses that had long died began to move. Blue feathered leaves grew in their seven orifices, and the bodies wrapped in their mobile suits began to twist. Sharp bone spurs penetrated their bodies on their own, covered with blue viscous liquid droplets, which condensed on the blade like blood.

This was not very good. He pulled out his pistol and aimed at the mummies who were standing up from his seat again and approaching him. Within fifteen meters, he was confident that he could shoot them.

head.

The pulse bullet blew the head of one of the corpses with great accuracy. But not only did it not stop moving, it began to bend down at him as if it was awakened and rushed over.

"snort!"

He missed the deadly thrust away, and with the disgusting sound of tearing. He saw the spacesuit on the corpse's chest and abdomen torn apart by its own ribs, and its front chest turned into a big mouth. The ribs were white fangs. The fangs opened and squirmed like breathing, waiting to penetrate fresh and warm flesh and blood. The venom in the genes allowed them to split at a strange high speed, absorbing the energy of light, splitting and proliferating at an ultra-high speed every three seconds, forming a more violent murderous tool.

He fired repeatedly. The bullets hitting the chest and abdomen were like stones sinking into the sea. Only the kinetic energy attached to the bullets made the walking corpse stutter slightly. Sweat began to appear on his forehead, and the crisis made his brain run faster than usual.

Shoot the legs and feet joints!

This move took effect. The corpse that was beaten to the head and grew blue stems and leaves from the neck. The stems and leaves that were strangely coiled around each other had leaves similar to those of early ferns, and were still swaying gently. However, the corpses could no longer move.

If they cannot be killed, stopping their movements is also an acceptable option. He gasped, holding a pistol in one hand and his own laser cutter in the other, which is more practical than a pistol in segmenting the limbs.

I am really a fool with the number one in Tianzi.

Now, he has understood what he is facing.

They are mutated blue plants, blue pigments and cyanobacteria. Their food is the light in the spectrum except blue, so this ship uses blue light as lighting. No matter who it is, when this scientific research spacecraft was destroyed two hundred years ago, they were desperately trying to die with it. In order to reduce their energy absorption, some people adjusted the light spectrum of the entire spacecraft to blue, and sealed them in a coffin in this space by this method.

And I opened this Pandora's box myself.

The hull trembled, and he felt something strange behind him, and turned around to look at the huge porthole.

So he saw the huge life wrapped around the scientific research spacecraft. The Wasp, who was staying in the dark side of the planet, had bypassed the shadow and exposed to the stars of the binary star system of this galaxy. The huge red giant and its companion star projected huge light on the surface of the spacecraft. The blue, huge aggregated life turned into a lush jungle in space, spreading towards the cold sky, like huge mold growing on the surface of the spacecraft, looking out of the porthole from a tiny human perspective. This prehistoric fern-like jungle actually gave people a psychedelic beauty.

"Damn it."
Chapter completed!