Abnormal crossing

Chapter 4 On the Planet Kedas

Just as Gu Wei lost consciousness.

Somewhere on the other side of the starry sky that is so far away that it cannot be measured.

The star of Kedas.

Although compared with other planets in the celestial system of the Magic Eye Galaxy Cluster, the Transverse Galaxy, and the Buck Belt, the size of the star Qedas, which belongs to the satellite sequence of the gas giant planet "O'Dysfunction", is quite insignificant, but such an extremely ordinary star has a reputation in the Transverse Galaxy that is completely opposite to its size:
It is one of the most well-known commercial planets in the entire galaxy.

The rotation axis of Qaddas was artificially corrected decades ago. After the tidal locking was released, more than 98% of the surface area of the entire planet was filled with land.

Of this 98% of land, 70% is used as a landing pad for various spacecraft:
There are countless sturdy reentry payload orbiters outside the planet. They maintain operation at an orbital speed close to the first cosmic speed of Qaddas all year round. When foreign spacecraft approach Qaddas, they will automatically embed themselves into the outside of the hull and slow down to subsonic speed in a very short time to assist the spacecraft in landing.

Today, the number of spaceships entering and leaving the planet Kedas exceeds 290,000 per standard day, with a total of nearly 120,000 ships, which is enough to rank in the top ten among all star systems.

At this moment.

In a parking spot somewhere on the planet Kedas.

A spacecraft is slowly gliding from the regular berth to the temporary flight area under the guidance of a traction device.

The spaceship was all white, and the main body of the ship was a flat quadrangular platform composed of a large number of long straight lines. The words "Cross-cut Freight" of the well-known logistics company were printed on both sides. It was obviously a cargo transport ship that was so common that it could not be more common.

after awhile.

The spacecraft slowly docked at the entrance of the flight zone, and the image of a white-bearded old man appeared on the pilot platform of the flight zone at the same time: "Tower, the BK283 spacecraft has completed the cargo handover and applied for takeoff."

".Wait a moment." The pilot who was docking the video was a blue creature that looked a bit like a pancake octopus. Hearing this, he used his tentacles to crackle a few times on the console: "BK283 Transverse Logistics Seventh Transport Group. The cargo is 4396 units of Nidra Ore. Very good, the system passed, take channel ."

The white-bearded old man nodded reservedly: "Thank you, how soon can we take off?"

".There are more than 20 spaceships ahead of you. It looks like it will take a while, but not too long." The Pancake Octopus shook its two tentacles as if shrugging, and the other tentacle took out a small bag from somewhere, and its tone became extremely enthusiastic: "Since we are ready to leave, do you want to bring some local specialties back? - For example, this old Kodak brand popsicle produced with time-domain matter wave lens technology is infinitely close to absolute zero. I guarantee you will gasp for air if you take a sip."

The old man with white beard glanced at the pancake octopus and said, "I appreciate your kindness, but it's not necessary. Goodbye."

Then, without waiting for the Pancake Octopus to continue speaking, the image of the old man with white beard disappeared from the pilot platform without any reluctance.

Octopus Pancake curled his lips as if he was used to it, and continued to greet the next customer: "Hey, brother, are you from the Exploration Domain? How about learning about this accident insurance? It covers all funeral services, and there is a promotion going on recently, the second tablet is half price."

And the other side.

Inside the cabin of the BK283 spacecraft.

After the call ended, the stern-looking old man with a white beard breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head to look at the ceiling of the cabin, and uttered a female voice that was completely different from his appearance: "Mee-mee, remove the mimicry."

A little boy's voice soon rang out from the ceiling: "Got it."

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the white-bearded old man began to become blurred, and his skin began to decompose into a large number of pixels.

As the pixels decomposed and dissipated, the image of the white-bearded old man quickly turned into a woman.

This is a very tall young woman with delicate features like works of art. Her facial lines are just right and graceful. Her long black hair is scattered randomly without being deliberately groomed, and a few strands of hair hang unruly on her forehead. She wears a light yellow loose jumpsuit with a big fish head printed on the chest. The whole person exudes a sense of laziness in the stunningness.

"Thank you, mee-mee," the woman said to the ceiling casually, and then seemed to think of something, and couldn't help but mutter:

"I don't know which genius came up with this idea, but these days, every planet can produce specialties like popsicles and yogurt. Not only are they extremely expensive, but they all taste exactly the same, or they're called "Eternal Love" or something like that. If you ask me, wouldn't it be better to find a few white-haired lolis to sell foot washing water to those lsps?"

The woman complained a bit, but quickly shook her head: "Forget it, business is more important. Mee Mee, let's transfer to the captain."

"clear."

The communication platform in front of the woman was fluctuating again, and a middle-aged silver-haired man soon appeared on the screen: "Jin, is the pre-flight inspection over?"

"Well, just passed. We took off from Channel 8," the woman called Jin briefly introduced the situation and poked her head towards the projection, wanting to see the situation behind her: "How about you? Is everything going well?" The silver-haired man nodded, his expression serious but his tone relaxed: "It's also done. No one found us, but the process was a bit troublesome. I said, can you prepare some weapons for me next time? Not to mention chemical hypnosis, at least don't let me carry a wrench to do physical infiltration, okay?"

"Just be content that you were allowed to sneak in, Milo," Jin couldn't help but roll her eyes. "That's the core area of Polna. Do you think you can just hack in and look through the inventory like you can with your cloud drive?"

"Besides, it's not like MeeMee and I haven't given you a backup plan for weapons - just replace that thing down there with a mechanical prosthesis, put positive particles on the left and antiparticles on the right, and when needed, fire that thing out to create a small annihilation and solve all your problems with one explosion. It's obviously you who don't want to do that."

"It's your turn!" Before Jin finished her words, the man named Milo's eyes twitched a few times and he couldn't help interrupting her: "Let's get down to business. Can you, a pervert, stop thinking about adjusting your balls?"

"When MeeMee first came on board, she was so pure and innocent. How the hell have you led her astray?"

After he finished speaking, he paused deliberately, and after making sure that he didn't hear any more words like "What, you want to change to my uncle's set?", he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly changed the subject:
"Alright, alright, the target has been acquired, and I have arranged the channel according to your requirements. Let's move on to the next step. This is someone else's territory after all. Let's just run away. Strategic shift is the most important thing."

Jin obviously knew that time was a bit tight, so before Milo opened his mouth, his slender fingers quickly jumped on the operating table:

"The classical channel has been constructed. The four maximum entangled states and the complete basis vectors of the state space are also normal. The seven Wirtz co-motions can ensure that the collapse is not instantaneous."

"All conditions for quantum teleportation have been met. When it's our turn for this 'freighter' to take off, we can start teleporting."

"Very good," Milo gave Jin a thumbs up. This woman was quite reliable in terms of technical skills. "Is there anything else I should pay attention to?"

Jin thought for a moment and said, "Yes, but don't fart when you teleport."

Milo: “???????”

"I'm serious," Jin said in a serious tone to Milo, who looked like he was kidding her. "Quantum teleportation is an instantaneous encrypted transmission. The whole process can be seen as the evolution of a pure state to a mixed state. A crash in the process is equivalent to an additional macro factor, which will seriously affect the transmission result."

"Back then, there was an unlucky guy named Chun Jiulian Baodeng in Xinghai. His fart collapsed during the transmission process. The gas was regarded as a newly added macroscopic eigenstate, and the odor molecules were 'classified' as one of his body's intrinsic codes, which is one of his own attributes, after transmission."

"Plus, he had a bad stomach that day, so from that day on, he became notorious in the universe—notorious in the physical sense."

Milo: “.”

After a moment, the silver-haired man took a deep breath and said, "I understand. Let's prepare to start the transmission."

Jin shrugged. "Good luck."

After shutting down the communication, Jin quickly left his seat and walked barefoot to a circular platform at the back of the main control room.

After a while.

When it was the turn of the 'BK283 spacecraft' to launch, Jin decisively pressed a start button.

Swish.
With a wave of air, Milo's figure instantly appeared on the platform.

The silver-haired man was wearing a set of common laboratory work clothes, with a wrench on his waist and a silver-white metal box in his left hand. He looked like a maintenance worker who had just got off work.

After landing, Milo first subconsciously glanced to his left, and after confirming that the metal box was also successfully transported, his expression visibly relaxed, and then he raised his right hand to smell it - he was indeed frightened by Jin's words.
But the next second, Milo noticed something was wrong:

He was holding a box in his left hand, so it was normal to feel a heavy object on his left side.

But
Why do I feel a soft touch on the palm of my right hand?

Thinking of this, Milo subconsciously looked to his right.

Immediately after
He was met with a pair of confused eyes and a language he had never heard before:

“Fuck, there’s male ketone???!!!”

Note: Thanks to book friends 33021211001677, Xcaliper, book friend 20220119132635241, book friend 20171130004559159, Chun Jiulian Baodeng, Mysterious Big Watermelon, Tian Li, Feng Chaohuang, Hua Feihua Yueye, and other classmates for their rewards and votes~
(End of this chapter)