"Dr. Will, I hope you can fix the circuit and get your turn off after you finish the work."

Captain Miller assigned another mission to the PhD in physics, who nodded, and it seemed that the quarrel did not stir his emotions. Captain Miller discovered why Dr. Will had no idea of ​​resisting, and seemed very happy that he could still return to the engine compartment and stay away from this flesh-filled bridge.

The wreckage left by the original crew of the ship has not been cleaned up yet.

Although Major D.J. reminded of biochemical risks, they still had no good enough way to accommodate the minced meat that still sticks to the walls, and had no time to deal with these tiny details. They were like sailors trapped in the sea in the old days, as the captain, he had to take care of everyone's emotions and arrange work for every crew member.

Whether sailing in the sea or in the void, the ship itself was never challenged, and the crew's mental health was also destroyed. Major D.J. seemed a little dazed, holding his arms and looking at the sticky flesh on the bulkhead; the eldest mate Stark seemed to have something to say, but hesitated; Dr. Peters fell into guilt again, even though she knew that she was just hallucinations, she still felt guilty about leaving the disabled child on earth who needed careful care.

There is no day and night in space. This territory ruled by coldness and loneliness is only a madly quiet nothingness. The mist still lingers in orbit. The pale star glow can hardly illuminate the cold deep blue planet below. Anyone, as long as he stands here, will feel unprecedented fear. For those with rationality, this fear is even deeper - this is completely different from looking down on the planet that nurtured humans in the orbit of the earth. It is a warm, grand experience, a pride, confidence and cautious scrutiny - but it is different here. They look down on Neptune through the porthole and see that there is only coldness. Distant stars cannot warm their bodies and drive away monsters in the night. Especially when they realize that they are in the universe, this fear is even more unparalleled.

They are just Gould's arms at the edge of the Milky Way with a diameter of 100,000 light-years and a 200 billion to 400 billion stars. The life born from an inconspicuous planet in the stellar system with a diameter of 56,000 light-year orbital motion is now wrapped in an astronomical silent universe.

Like floating dust.

Captain Miller found his emotions uncontrollable more than once, just like he had smashed Lieutenant Smith on the center console not long ago. Lieutenant Cooper, Lieutenant Smith, Major D.J and First Deputy Stark were his comrades. They served in the space station and the space shuttle for a long time. Under normal circumstances, he would not have ordered his comrades with such a rude attitude. He could not blame D.J who put the scalpel on Smith's neck, nor could he blame Smith who waved his fists at Dr. Will, nor could he blame Dr. Peters who missed his children and was deeply saddened.

He was sure that the ship allowed them to see what was deep inside of him.

As an astronaut with extremely high scientific literacy, she could not deny how stupid and crazy this idea was. This idea soaked in superstitious thoughts was simply an insult to the knowledge she had learned. Then, she was surprised to see Captain Miller nodding thoughtfully, as if admitting that there was some rationality in this idea.

It is undeniable that the ship knows his secret.

As he firmly told others, that was definitely not an illusion in Dr. Will's mouth. He was able to name the burning body that crawled out of the cooling pool, knowing the past and hobbies of that body. He never told others about this secret, even Major D.J, who had known for a long time. He never told others that he had made the right judgment in a space accident, but he killed his friend, and he never told others how terrible and beautiful the flames in the vacuum were. The accident was buried deeply, just like other products of the Tianma Plan, he could not tell others that he had known a woman who was radiating all over his body, able to fly in space, and the disaster caused by that woman.

"We have encountered many strange things, Stark. Just like that fog, we can't tell whether it is a layer of micrometeor ice crystal or a strange low-temperature plasma. We don't know how far our route in space has deviated, and why we arrived at this ship. But since we are already on this ship, we can't deny any possibility that has not been argued yet."

Captain Miller once again encouraged the young first mate, then turned to look at Major D.J who had been silent. It seemed that he was surprised by the impulsive behavior of Lieutenant Smith when he controlled Lieutenant Smith, and since then he kept thinking about something, as if he was summarizing some idea.

“D.J?”

"My conclusion is not much better. I have been thinking about one thing, that is, the recording after the space agency handled it." Major D.J looked into his boss's eyes. From the beginning, he judged that the recording was Latin. As the only person among the crew members who knew Latin, he naturally took on the translation task. After they began to repair the voyage log of the Event Horizon, the owner of the voice, the captain of the Event Horizon, was Kilpark.

As for why Captain Kilpark sent a distress signal in Latin, they have no answer yet.

"I need conclusions, D.J. Here you are the only one who knows Latin."

"I think the previous translation was wrong, Captain." Major D.J took out the recorder and started playing the recording. Seeing his skillful movements, Captain Miller could guess that he must have listened to the recording in private many times. "I thought he was talking about liberate me, meaning to save me. But it was not 'me', but liberate tutume, saving yourself. What's worse was-" He pressed the play button again, evil, noisy, as if the sound squeezed out of his bloody throat was drilling into their ears again. On the contrary, Major D.J's voice became softer, and his eyes swept at the bridge, as if he was worried about waking up a sleeping creature."-I think he was talking about, ex

Inferis. Save yourself and escape from hell. If Dr. Will is telling the truth, this ship crosses the boundaries of the universe and the scope of science, who knows where it went, what it saw...and what it brought back."

"Things from Hell," asked Captain Miller, "Do you really believe this?"

Major D.J shook his head, his blue eyes almost turned violet under the light of the bridge, "those who send this message believe."

Silence enveloped the three men in the bridge until Dr. Peters's intrusion.
Chapter completed!