Zhan Lu's system is very complicated. Even if the backup part at home does not have most of his functions as a mech core, it far exceeds Lu Bixing's understanding and common sense of "artificial intelligence" - this is not surprising. When Zhan Lu followed Lin Jingheng on the Beijing Star, no one else could tell that he was not a human at all.

It is said that Zhan Luguang is the deformable material on his body, and each gram is worth 6 million of the first interstellar currency. This cost is not affordable except for the Alliance Center. How high-end and sophisticated technology is required to be worthy of his "seal"?

Lu Bixing had imagined it before, but now, he found that he was still too optimistic.

Zhan Lu was like an unsolvable question. Lu Bixing looked up all the materials he could get, but the more he studied, the more hopeless he felt. He felt that he had stepped into an endless swamp and had difficulty walking. There was no progress in all three months.

This is not the first time Lu Bixing has experienced failure. He once had a whim and planned to design a mecha suitable for cerebral syndrome. It was also after countless attempts that it finally ended in failure. However, it was just one of his thousands of dreams when he was young and frivolous. Like a boy from the ancient earth era looking up at the vast river of the sky, even if he had brought pain, the pain was ultimately hot and beautiful.

But now, if he can't repair Zhanlu, he doesn't know what else he can do.

On the 100th day when Lu Bixing locked himself up at home, in the morning, the dazzling sunlight woke him up from the sofa. He held himself up, but this time the deformed sofa failed to successfully understand the owner's intentions, and wrapped him in it. Lu Bixing sighed, pushed away the soft cloth that was stuck on his chin, sat up, stared at a corner of the sofa and woke up.

Suddenly, his scattered eyes gradually focused and found that under his fingers there was a hair falling into the crack of the sofa.

Lu Bixing sat upright suddenly, and the deformed sofa quickly followed him tightened his skin. Then, he bent down almost devoutly, carefully pinched the hair, pulled one hand out, and the other hand continued underneath.

The hair is not long, the cylindrical roots are very straight, and it is a special brown color. When viewed in the dark, it is close to pure black.

It was left by another owner of this house.

Lu Bixing held the hair and was stunned for three hours. It was not until the home medical cabin in the living room warned him that he came to his senses as if he had just woken up, pinched his hair with tweezers, and sealed it in the glass sheet used for the experiment. After a while, he seemed to feel unwilling to accept it. He found a printer, printed a round bead with resin, and wrapped the hair inside. At first glance, it looked like a clear hair crystal, placed close to his body.

Then he got up to brush his teeth while flipping through the notes he wrote the night before.

After a night, he felt that he was talking nonsense yesterday, so he decisively deleted the notes in his personal terminal and scooped a handful of cold water on his face.

This is the 100th time he has deleted his notes.

Lu Bixing accidentally looked up at the mirror and suddenly felt that the people in the mirror were a little unfamiliar with the people in the mirror - they were covered with stubble, were dressed in disheveled, and had a freshly stained water on his chest, which was wrinkled. I didn't know how many days I hadn't changed my cheeks, my cheeks were sunken, my hair that I hadn't had enough time to take care of for a long time was almost hanging on my shoulders, and my curls looked more and more messy, and I was still dripping with water listlessly.

Lu Bixing was accustomed to being image-conscious. When he saw his bear-like appearance, he instinctively stayed for a moment, but he really couldn't get enough to deal with it. So he took a few slaps on the wall without seeing it and flipped the mirror over.

Just then, someone knocked on his door.

The electronic housekeeper crashed, and only the original functions of the smart home were left. The door was filled with cold mechanical sounds, jumping out word by word and saying: "The visitor: Mint, the registration identity is: your student, whether to receive it."

Lu Bixing sighed: "No."

He really didn't want to see her, but he didn't have any objections to the little girl. Anyone who is isolated from the world will become unwilling to see others for a hundred days.

The door became quiet, but after a moment, his personal terminal became quieter - a "guardian obligation" prompt illuminated on the personal terminal.

Mint is still fourteen months old and twenty years old. Although she is no longer different from adults during the special period, she is still a minor in law. The Alliance Minor Protection Law stipulates that the legal guardian of a minor cannot cut off contact with the ward for no reason.

Lu Bixing held his hands on the pool, lowered his head, and sniffed laughter and laughed: "...All Alliance Minor Protection Law."

He opened his personal terminal, went directly to the system, and deleted all the alliance-related laws. The thing finally became quiet.

But Lu Bixing closed his eyes and was silent for half a minute before he opened the door for the girl.

Not only Mint was waiting at the door, but all four students arrived, Mint only called "Teacher Lu". She couldn't speak anymore and stood at the door and started crying.

Lu Bixing's eyes passed through the students and landed in his small garden. He saw that the gardening robot and the dancing robot had been repaired, recharged and oiled, and the shell was cleaned. The small garden grew wildly until the weeds blocking the light disappeared - no wonder he was awakened by the sun early in the morning - the yard was planted with flowers, a large area of ​​lushness, which was too lively, and looked a bit gaudy.

"Don't cry." Lu Bixing worked hard three times, but he couldn't laugh even if he forced himself to do so. He felt a little guilty and had to let them in, "Did you sort out the flower bed? Thank you."

"Teacher," said White, "we'll help you, okay? Let's help you repair Zhanlu's system."

Lu Bixing thought, with your little knowledge, you can help repair robots and serve tea and water, what else can you do?

But before he could refuse, he said the cockfighting eyes red, and said: "But I can't do anything... Teacher Lu, please let me pour you coffee."

Lu must-win: "…"

These four little boys are the only survivors of Beijing Star. They wandered along the way and grew up desperately. At this time, they felt aggrieved around him, like four trembling little stray animals. Lu Bixing couldn't laugh or cry, and he didn't know what to say.

He is not like Lin Jingheng. He gets up in the early morning without any movement every day to train, but he has another kind of self-restraint. Even if he is disappointed, he is still a teacher and a guardian. He would rather be wronged than hurt the children's hearts. He had to nod and agree: "Okay, I'll hand over the coffee to you in the future."

Unexpectedly, this soft-hearted nod had a hole in the Qianli River embankment. In the first few days, four students came to him regularly and at regular intervals every day. Lu Bixing was not convenient to be sloppy in front of the students, so he forced himself to make himself look like a man.

These little hooligans are so honest that they are not like them. They come in and out quietly and don’t talk much when they come. They first direct the small robots to take care of housework, occasionally bring some small decorations, and add some useless things to him everywhere. The students do not understand the advanced technical papers, so they really work diligently on serving tea and water. If they don’t understand, they don’t ask casually. If they have any questions, they go to the small room next door to discuss in a low voice, and then carefully tell the results of the day for Lu Bixing before leaving in the evening.

Of course, these four cobblers could not resist Zhuge Liang's. The things raised by the students were very naive. Not only did they not help, but Lu Bixing also had to take half an hour a day to correct their normal sexual errors... It made him say a lot more.

Then gradually, the people from the Engineering Department began to follow the minors to his house with a shy face.

At the beginning, there were one or two people, and in the end there were more and more people. Until one day, Lu Bixing's coffee at home was finished, he found that almost all the core R&D personnel of the entire engineering department came to report.

Lu Bixing stood behind the small bar on the stairwell, inexplicably holding up an empty paper bag containing coffee beans, slapped the coffee machine that was circling around him, and looked down at the engineers gathered in his living room for free.

There were not so many tables and chairs in his house, so a few older engineers took over. Others either sat on the ground or stood next to him with electronic pens, and held a meeting around his frozen electronic butler.

"Oh," Lu Bixing knocked on the metal stair handrail. The downstairs were quiet for a moment. The engineers looked up at him collectively, "I said, everyone, if I remember correctly, I seemed to have taken a long vacation. Didn't I change the office address of the engineering department to my house? It's short of supplies, everyone eats rations, and the young master's house does not have that much excess grain. The half-year coffee reserve has caused you to harm you. Let's disperse quickly."

"It doesn't matter, Teacher Lu, we have applied to the chief executive, and we will give you a few bags of coffee beans." An old engineer came forward and said, "The chief executive explained that if Zhanlu's database cannot be repaired, we will take at least a hundred years of detours in technological development. You cannot exclude us."

Lu Bixing grabbed his hair. This excuse was purely what he wanted to ask for leave and used to fool the general leader. Zhan Lu's database mostly reserved for the Alliance's technology. Lu Bixing had actually seen it roughly before. The cutting-edge is the cutting-edge, but many things are more fancy than practical. Besides, can the financial and productivity of the alliance be compared with the eighth galaxy before the war? What the alliance can achieve does not mean that the current eight galaxies can also be realized, and technology cannot be realized. It's just an interesting paper. In terms of value, it is actually not as useful as the farm model left by Hope - otherwise Lin Jingheng would have taken it out to share it long ago.

Lu Bixing said evasively: "No matter how cutting-edge technology can be applied, it depends on whether there is productivity as the foundation. The top priority of the Eighth Galaxy is to restore production and order. The general manager probably misunderstood. Zhanlu... Zhanlu should belong to a long-term strategy. Do whatever you should do, don't waste your time with me..."

"Teacher Lu," another young engineer interrupted him, skipping the official voice bluntly, and said, "You don't need to explain. In fact, we know that it's all an excuse for you to ask for leave. You think repairing Zhanlu database is your private matter and you don't want to do your own private matters for everyone - but no matter what others do, I came out of Hongxiaxing in a remote countryside, and became an engineer in the engineering department because I was willing to follow you, and you chose me."

"We don't have time to go to work, so we can come back after get off work."

"Teacher Lu, you told us that the Engineering Department belongs to a team."

"Teacher Lu, isn't the purpose of our department to 'always challenge harder'?"

"It's harder here, we're here."

Lu Bixing held an empty coffee bean paper bag, opened his mouth and closed it. Looking at these people, his tongue seemed to be frozen and he couldn't say a word.

"We're all here."

Even in the remote area of ​​the Eighth Galaxy, many civil engineers who are as wild as the land must walk. They were originally covered in dust on those dusty planets for years, and were quickly dug out, wrapped in troubled times, and were confused.

At this point, he finally gradually showed his due sharpness.

People you have never given up will not give up on you.

"General Lin and Engineer 001's home" are not big. Home design is just a space for three or four people. It's okay to host relatives and friends and have dinner together occasionally, but it's very difficult to install the entire engineering department.

The basement was filled with them. The non-mainstream engineers of the Eighth Galaxy lie on the physical trainer in the basement in various postures every day like big monkeys. Three sitting on the treadmill. The weightless balance training device was turned into a small conference room. Four or five people squeezed into it and refused to be honest. They argued in anger and had no cultural demeanor at all. The filthy words full of the characteristics of the Eighth Galaxy were flying all over the sky. An engineer was squeezed out and started the training device in anger. The colleagues who spoke rudely to him suddenly seemed to have entered the drum washing machine, had a collective concussion, and entered the medical cabin.

Lu Bixing, who came after hearing the news, really didn't know what to say, so he had to post a "family rules" at the door. The first one was the eye-catching and bold "doing without doing anything", and quickly transferred all the "dangerous items" to the attic.

The attic was originally a sun room. In order to protect some special instruments, Lu Bixing covered the glass roof and windows. The little robots had finished their work faithfully and stood against the corner of the wall.

Lu Bixing turned around and looked around the dark surroundings - these things were all from the forest, standing silently in the shadows, like the man staring at him gently and quietly.

At that moment, Lu Bixing's heart moved, and the memory seal that he had been strictly guarding was loosened. He suddenly couldn't control himself to think about Lin Jingheng, to think about those people who had not seen each other for a long time and were deliberately ignored by him. How could Zhi stop him hysterically - you can't think, you can't miss him. He still has so much to do, the entire engineering department is downstairs, and he can't get out of control now.

He was like a drug addiction attack, and he was anxiously turning around the attic for several times, trying in vain to push the gate that was wide open in his heart back, tremblingly lit a cigarette for himself, swallowing it up, but it was still useless, so he twisted the burning cigarette butt on his arm, and the smell of burnt flesh immediately emerged.

He was like a drowning man, gasping for breath, trying to get his control back through the pain.

After his emotions calmed down, he locked the attic as if he ran away, hurriedly entered a small room, roughly treated the wound, pulled down his sleeves, and devoted himself to a large amount of data like nothing happened.

The most core scientific research force of the Eighth Galaxy rose from the ground under such pressure.

In a blink of an eye, the year of Dovotto passed by in a hurry, and it was a year of dire straits. From the general growth to the people, everyone was squandering their food to the extreme. Conflicts within the galaxy broke out more than a dozen times. General Edward agreed to the practice of "restoring the death penalty" when Lu Bixing was acting as an agent, and publicly executed a group of smugglers who created fake nutrition needles.

The boss became unpredictable and became agile, revised the Constitution, and vigorously implemented a series of government orders, as if he was in a hurry to clear something for future generations.

When Qiming star orbited the eighth sun for a week and returned to the position of the day when it detonated the transition point fourteen months ago, General Edward officially announced that it would set this day as Independence Day. From then on, the Eighth Galaxy abolished the new star ephemeris, taking the Independence Day as the first day of the year, Qiming star's revolution trajectory as the annual calendar standard, and the length of the year was changed to 436 days.

Lu Bixing and his team of engineers who were unnatural in their unusual path finally made phased progress-

436 days later, Zhanlu, who was backed up at Lu Bixing's home, successfully restarted the first time.

The familiar voice sounded in the living room and the basement: "Hello, I am Zhanlu of Artificial Intelligence. I'm sorry, due to system failure, I can't serve you now. I'm about to enter a self-repair program. It is expected to take about 800 hours. Please wait patiently and ensure the energy supply--"

The engineers in the basement were howling together, some whistling loudly, some whistling at the wall, some slapping at the wall, some lying on the ground for three days and three nights, Lu Bixing grabbed his chest tightly - in the inner bag of his shirt close to his heart, the small specimen bead with hair seemed to be on fire, burning his skin burning, and his cold blood boiled.

Where is Lin now?

Before the eight galaxy jumped, did you leave him a few messages...even if it was just a useless reminder?

Lu Bixing felt that just by thinking this way, he would have been drained from his soul, and he wanted to collapse to the center of Qimingxing's earth along the gravity.

Zhan Lu was running his own program quietly, and Lu Bixing hit the 800-hour countdown at the gate, so that engineers could take a look at the process every day when they passed by his house to work.

He slept for three days and three nights in darkness, and every bone was slapped. After getting up, he shaved carefully, and asked the household robot to cut the hair that had fallen on his shoulder blades, put on a flat shirt and coat, and went to the command center to find the chief and Tulan to report it.

Before leaving, he called Tulan: "General Tulan, where is my father?"

Tulan looked at his eyes and saw that it took him more than four hundred days to grind away the nightmare and blood scabs in his eyes little by little, revealing a clear luster, as if it was the same as before, and as if it was completely different. She personally led the landing to the cemetery next to the base: "We found the wreckage of his mecha."

Lu Bixing looked down at the statue on the tombstone and saw the engraved on the epitaph next to him: "It's okay, boy, I picked you up from the trash can anyway."

Tulan walked away quickly as if he was running away. No matter whether he was crying or strong, she dared not peek.

A long nightmare seemed to wake up like this...

like.

Lu Bixing returned to the command center, and the chief executive's burden was removed a lot. Zhan Lu's countdown on self-repair was constantly decreasing, and everything seemed to be developing in a good direction.

It took 867 hours, a little longer than expected, and Zhanlu completed self-healing.

The owner of the Engineering Department... Tulan, even the chief director who had just come out of the medical cabin, came to the home of "General Lin and Engineer 001", waiting for the miracle to come.

"Hello, Principal Lu," Zhan Lu's voice rang in the crowded house. "Although there is no entity, I feel very relieved to see you again. You are much haggard."

Lu Bixing's eyes suddenly turned red and he couldn't speak.

Tulan asked a question that everyone wanted to know: "Zhan Lu, how is General Lin? Is your subject following him?"

Zhan Lu was silent for three seconds: "Captain Guard, we were accidentally ambushed by interstellar pirates on our way back to the underground channel. They detonated the jump point. The entire 7th and 8th coalition forces were wiped out, and the general's command ship was blown up..."

Tulan's legs became weak.

"My subject has been burned in the explosion."

They climbed over the mountains, over hell, and climbed out step by step, towards the other side of the mountain, at the end of the road...

But I found that the end point had nothing.

Hope once said: "People originate from faith."

Lu Bixing was smart at that time and replied casually: "People are also ruined by faith."
Chapter completed!