Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 411 The Predator Trapping Plan (10)

Yan Zhen paused in his steps.

Seeing this, the man crawled to her like a worm, grabbed her military boots, and said in a hoarse voice at lightning speed, "I'm a hacker. With just a computer, I can hack into the G648 military system thirteen light-years away and send a spaceship to pick us up!"

Yan Zhen narrowed his eyes: "Really?"

"real!"

Yan Zhen quickly started to make plans in his mind.

The man in front of me might be lying to save his own life, but if he is telling the truth, he would be of great use to me.

Let's save them first.

If you find out he's lying, then kill him and feed him to the alien species.

After weighing the options, Yan Zhen decisively bent down, put his hands under the man's armpits and lifted his upper body up. Then, he bent down again, like carrying a sandbag, and slung the man over his shoulder, carrying him away.

The man cried out in pain as her rough movements aggravated his wound.

"Take it easy..."

"Shut up!"

The man was extremely thin, about 1.7 meters tall, and probably weighed no more than 70 kilograms. Yan Zhen stopped halfway and rested halfway before successfully carrying him back to the abandoned spaceship.

But when they threw him into the cabin, he had already lost consciousness due to being hung upside down for so long and his injuries.

Shen Rong saw that Yan Zhen had gone out and brought back an unconscious person, who turned out to be a man.

Her brows furrowed deeply: "Where did this come from?"

"I found it." Yan Zhen was exhausted and didn't even have time to take off his guard uniform. He sat on the ground, panting heavily.

Shen Rong handed her an iron tea mug filled with filtered water: "As a reserve food?"

Yan Zhen nearly choked on his water. Instead of answering, he asked, "Have you ever eaten human flesh?"

"No, but I've seen other people eat it."

Yan Zhen: "...I met him on the road. He said he was a hacker who could hack into the G648 military system thirteen light-years away and send a spaceship to pick us up."

Upon hearing this, Shen Rong suddenly stood up, his eyes gleaming: "Really?"

"I don't know," Yan Zhen said. "He's unconscious now, so there's no way to verify whether what he said is true or false..."

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Rong, who had been looking disgusted and annoyed, immediately knelt down next to the man, tore open his tattered clothes, and began to clean his wounds.

Yan Zhen: "..."

It took Shen Rong nearly two hours to finish treating the man's wounds, and the entire cabin reeked of blood.

As she wiped the bloodstains from her hands and walked out of the cabin, she said, "This person is no ordinary person."

Yan Zhen asked, "How so?"

“He has two or three hundred wounds on his body, and judging from the condition of the old scars, they should be more than a year old,” Shen Rong said. “In other words, before you brought him back, this person had been tortured for a long time, for at least a year, and the wounds were not caused by ordinary sharp weapons, but more like the result of military interrogation methods.”

At this point, she and Yan Zhen exchanged a glance.

Yan Zhen understood what she meant—if this person was a criminal who had escaped from the military on some planet, taking him in might bring them trouble.

Yan Zhen thought for a moment and said, "Let's talk about it when he wakes up."

But the man remained in a coma for a week.

The wound festered and became infected, causing a persistent high fever. Medication was ineffective, so Shen Rong could only give him a bottle of nutrient solution every day to ensure he wouldn't starve to death.

As for the rest, we can only leave it to fate.

Fortunately, the man was resilient and pulled through after being in a coma for a week.

When Shen Rong told Yan Zhen that the man had woken up, Yan Zhen was in the cockpit of the abandoned spaceship reviewing the copied data.

Upon hearing the news, she strode back to the inner cabin.

The man had already sat up. Because he was covered in injuries, he was wearing nothing but shorts.

The way he sat up now looked like a skeleton covered with a layer of skin, with his ribs protruding from his abdomen, and there seemed to be no fat on his body.

Hearing footsteps, the man squinted and looked in the direction where Yan Zhen and Shen Rong were.

Yan Zhen paused in his steps.

She had a feeling that something was wrong with the man.

"You're awake," she asked. "How are you feeling?"

"He shouldn't die." The man looked away, his throat still dry and hoarse. "Is there any water? I want some water."

Shen Rong turned around and poured water. Just as she was about to hand it to the man, Yan Zhen suddenly grabbed her arm and gestured with his eyes for her to give him the water glass.

Shen Rong did as instructed.

Yan Zhen put the water aside, casually took a lump of iron from the parts box next to him, and handed it to the man: "The water's here, here you go."

The man reached out and took it, then poured the metal lump into his mouth.

"..."

"..."

He poured water twice but didn't get any. He paused, then asked, "Where's the water?"

He gripped the metal lump, tilted the cup upside down, and shook it: "There's no water."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp metal fork was pressed against his throat: "Can't you see?"

The man was taken aback.

"Confess honestly!" Yan Zhen's voice became stern.

If the "hacker" she worked herself to death to bring back was blind, then all her and Shen Rong's efforts over the past few days would have been in vain, and they would have wasted seven vials of nutrient solution and half a box of anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medicine.

Shen Rong had also thought of these things. These days, she had been pinning her hopes of leaving N613 on the man, taking care of him with utmost patience, for fear that he would die.

Realizing the man might be a fraud, she was both angry and disappointed. She punched him in the face and yelled, "Speak!"

The man's head was thrown back as he fell to the ground, the back of his head hitting the ground hard, causing him to see stars from the pain.

"No..." the man gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with pain, "I just... am severely nearsighted."

Yan Zhen and Shen Rong exchanged a glance.

"Altitude? How many degrees?"

"...3000."

Yan Zhen: "..."

What's the difference between that and being blind?

"I've lost my glasses." The man rubbed the back of his head. "If I can find them, I can see like a normal person again."

"Where did you lose your glasses?" Yan Zhen asked, her mind simultaneously recalling the place where she had found the man that day.

Even though a week has passed, if I go back and look, I might be able to find my glasses.

But the man's words shattered her illusions.

"G648."

Yan Zhen remained silent.

Shen Rong gritted her teeth, got up, and dragged the man by one leg out: "Keeping this blind man around is a waste of nutrient solution. Let's throw him out to feed the alien species."

"No! No, no, no!" The man cried out in terror, his hands flailing wildly as he tried to grab onto something. "I may be severely nearsighted, but I really am a hacker!"

Shen Rong paused in her pulling motion.

Yan Zhen asked, "Can you hack into the G648 military system and send a spaceship to pick us up?"

"Yes!" the man said decisively. "I can do it even without my glasses."

A glimmer of hope resurfaced in Shen Rong's eyes.

“However…” the man’s voice trailed off, and he became increasingly guilty as he spoke, “the prerequisite is to have a quantum computer… mine was also confiscated by the G648 military.”