The mecha walked around the "Dead Desert" and left the gravity of the last big planet in the eighth galaxy behind, and the universe began to become very lonely. Wherever they walked, the waterway map became more and more empty, and occasionally there were fewer and fewer celestial bodies with names and surnames. In the end, only a few short code names or "unknown areas" were left. Large paragraphs of text, speech introductions and data analysis disappeared, and gradually became occupied by cold and unknown so-called numbers and letters. At first glance, the waterway image was a dizzy algebra book.

This is where you have arrived outside the territory - this is a wild land, a dark place, and a place where civilization has not reached its torch.

Lin Jingheng remotely connected Qi Mingxing and listened quietly to Tulan to report on the situation on Qi Mingxing.

"The disinfectant has been exhausted." Tulan was busy all night, with a little haggard and exhausted on her face. "There is no news yet. We have isolated all the people who can be isolated. Now we are mainly waiting. If there is another problem, there is really nothing we can do - General, I will find a divine letter and kowtow twice now. Do you think it works?"

"You stay honestly in the world, don't irritate God and then bring God to the punishment," Lin Jingheng told her not to be nonsense. "According to the Hope confession, the anti-mortals will be happy in the seven major galaxies. Their lairs outside the territory are empty. Do you think this statement is reliable? You have obtained the information about the anti-mortals from the other seven galaxies. Can you estimate what the anti-mortals will be in now?"

Tulan said: "The dysfunction will be quite active in the seven major galaxies. As of now, their troops in the domain have exceeded my imagination. If there are a large number of troops outside the domain, how large would it be? I think..."

Lu Bixing listened to the discussion of war and national economy and people's livelihood issues without ears. At this point, whether it was the two of them who were heading to the pirate's nest or Tulan who stayed on Qimingxing to wait for fate, they had already passed the stage of anxiety. Now that things have come, there is nothing else to do except struggle on the road to not see the coffin and not crying.

So Lu Bixing closed his eyes, gave himself a minute, quickly cleaned up his messy mood, and he asked, "Zhan Lu, can you play some music?"

"Okay, Principal Lu," Zhan Lu replied, "What kind of music do you prefer? I have a collection of copyrighted music libraries purchased by the Space Department of the Military Commission, or you can choose to listen to my own creations."

Lu Bixing didn't expect that the indolent mechas were so indolent: "Do you still have your own creations? Give me a playlist."

Lin Jingheng was focusing on reading the waterway map explained by Hope, and there was only a clue with Tulan. He analyzed the relationship between pirate forces outside the region with one word and another, without caring about them.

Zhan Lu generously showed Lu Bixing his "great" creation and asked Lu Bixing: "I heard your unique confession on Qimingxing. Are you pursuing sir? Why don't you talk to him for a while?"

"Do you think he has time to talk to me? I'm very inexperienced, Xiao Zhanlu, sometimes I can't think of so many tricks," Lu Bixing spread his hands and sighed, "And I just said those words to come out with him just now. The more I recall, the more I feel ashamed. I need to go further. It's hard to grasp the boundary between chatting and harassment. Alas, look through your database and watch human courtships, besides singing and sending flowers to the road, are there any other common practices?"

Zhan Lu replied proudly: "I don't think my husband likes flowers. He seems to appreciate fungi more than flowers and plants. A few days ago, he asked me to clear the ornamental green belt on Chongsanshang and ask to plant mushrooms..."

Lin Jingheng's eyes swept coldly: "Zhan Lu, pay attention to the abnormal energy fluctuations around you. You know this is outside the domain, and we are using remote communication that is very easy to be positioned, right? It's aborting irrelevant processes."

"Okay, sir," Zhanlu said while obeying the order to expand the radius of the energy collected, "by the way, encrypt your aesthetic interest data and understand."

After hearing the word "mushroom", Lu Bixing was stunned for a long time, and suddenly realized something. He turned his head in disbelief and looked at Lin Jingheng.

Lin Jingheng seemed to be devoted to the study of the armed forces of the Anti-Dynasties, and the spiritual networks spread throughout the mecha seemed to be blind.

Lu Bixing lowered his head and wanted to be at peace with him like a calm adult. However, he couldn't help but feel at all. The distant Chongsan seemed to stretch out a mycelium, holding his soul repeatedly, which made him fascinated. He almost had to use his strength to hold onto the corner of his mouth that was about to be seen by Zhan Lu. Lu Bixing wanted to cover up and found something for himself and said casually: "Where you just said it, it's all your fault for interrupting... Oh, yes, you want to listen to your song for me."

Zhan Lu was very happy to show him his talents, but to be honest, his "talent" is really lacking. No matter how much he looks like a real person, he is also artificial intelligence after all. It is not so much "creating music", but it is more like a new data generated by an analogy library. Although the songs he made are pretty, they are very empty and forget them after hearing them.

Lu Bixing praised him against his conscience and opened the last folder casually.

The last folder is "Guardian Rhyme".

"Mr. Mecha, you are very childlike." Lu Bixing said, and casually ordered one.

The lively and cheerful soundtrack immediately filled the mecha, and Zhan Lu used his magnetic voice to follow the rhythm: "Little white rabbit, white and white, the spicy rabbit's head is waving."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

Lu Bixing didn't expect that what he opened was not a folder, but a soul that was released. He almost fell back and hurriedly closed it: "Where did your unique inspiration come from?"

Zhan Lu replied: "The master said drunken words when he was drunk."

Lu Bixing looked at Lin Jingheng in the distance in horror.

"Not sir," said Zhanlu, "is my ex-master."

"Is it General Lu Xin?" Lu Bixing was stunned, "What kind of person is he?"

Zhan Lu was silent for two seconds: "Sorry, Principal Lu, this part of the data is encrypted and I can't discuss it with you."

"Okay," Lu Bixing felt unreasonable regret in his heart, but it soon passed again and continued to ask Zhan Lu with great enthusiasm, "Then your current master is not encrypted, right? Let's discuss him."

Zhan Lu's basic personality setting is just a cold chattering chatter, but this part of his nature is always suppressed by Lin Jingheng and he has no right to artificial intelligence. Finally, he met Lu Bixing, who also loves chatting, and Zhan Lu's heroic place finally has a place to use it. The two of them talked about the mountains under Lin Jingheng's spiritual network, just like to put a plate of melon seeds in the middle.

“The database about Mr. is very comprehensive,” Chanlu said, “I have all the information he has since registered as a Union citizen, including game records.”

"Why are they all operational and operational games?" Lu Bixing reads with relish and comments, "Did he never play casual games?"

"To be precise, Mr. Never plays a random luck game," said Zhan Lu, "because you will lose almost 100% - well, you see the album, there are not many photos, but they are all very precious, and there are also Mr. N. as a child..."

Lin Jingheng: "Zhan, Lu!"

Zhan Lu was silent and turned into a robotic hand, hanging himself silently on the wall, as innocent as he should be.

Lu Bixing swayed to Lin Jingheng's side, looked carefully into the isolation mask, and indeed saw the small blue veins on Lin Jingheng's forehead.

Lin Jingheng pretended to turn a blind eye to him, and Lu Bixing wandered around him idlely, making Lin Jingheng feel upset and could not bear to pull his eyes out of the interstellar waterway map. He looked at him with a stern and cowardly look, and he took the opportunity to stretch his eyebrows and reveal a bright smile.

The smile was almost burning. Lin Jingheng's heart was so thumped by his smile. He couldn't help but be glad that there was a double-layer isolation mask between the two.

"General," Lu Bixing came over, and the isolation mask almost collided, "Did you promise me to kiss you?"

Lin Jingheng looked cold: "...Are you nothing else? Why did I promise to bring you out?"

"You are busy with nothing. I guess you might have to use the excuse of inspecting the mecha arsenal in a while, just to avoid being alone with me. Why? Are you afraid of me? I guess you like me," Lu Bixing said shamelessly, "You are still growing vegetables for me on Chongsan."

Lin Jingheng: "What do I planted have to do with you?"

Lu Bixing: "Don't you like me?"

"Don't like it, go away."

Lu Bixing sighed with twists and turns: "There are only a few days left in life, and the god of death is whipping the horse behind you. You still don't like me, your heart is broken - say again, don't you like me?"

Lin Jingheng: “…”

Perhaps it was Zhan Lu's "work" that inspired him, Lu Bixing compiled the story of growing vegetables into a rap, humming around Lin Jingheng, buzzing proudly in his ears.

"Sit down," Lin Jingheng successfully eliminated the interference and kept it serious, "I have something to ask you."

Lu Bixing: "Hmm?"

"You said you were infected with the rainbow virus when you were a child," Lin Jingheng asked, "What's going on?"

Lu Bixing's small concert was successfully interrupted by his words. He was quiet for a moment, and then he said nonsense with irrelevant questions: "The Eighth Galaxy is the hometown of the rainbow virus. It has never been infected once or twice. I feel embarrassed to say hello to anyone when I go out. I just got infected casually. It's not a big deal. I only have antibodies. I'll wake up after sleeping."

Lin Jingheng repeated patiently: "I'll ask you how you got infected."

"How did you get infected? There are only a few ways of spreading traditional rainbow viruses?" Lu Bixing pretended to be stupid and said, "Dust, contact, and accidentally ingesting scavengers with sick corpses..."

Lin Jingheng interrupted him: "Does it hurt?"

Lu Bixing looked up in surprise and met Lin Jingheng's staring eyes. The isolation mask seemed to add a layer of soft light to the gaze. In those gray eyes, the thick fog that had not dissipated for years seemed to be blown away by the wind, and the gaze became clear and narrow, clearing the entire abyss, leaving only a small reflection of himself.

Lu Bixing's throat was dry, and for the first time in his life, he felt the legendary chemical reaction due to a collision of vision. He shook his head unconsciously and blurted out: "In the later stages of the rainbow virus, it will blunt the nerves, but it will be like a painkiller."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

He hasn't even started to commit fraud.

Lu Bi came back to his senses as soon as he spoke. He never expected that an outstanding young scientist in the new era would step on the ancient "beauty plan". His casual words were more loopholes than words - what is "the rainbow virus is in the late stage"? The antibodies of the rainbow virus can be metabolized in one or two days. How could the one-eyed eagle let him experience what it feels like in the late stage of the rainbow virus?

Also, what does it mean to be "like painkillers"?

Where did this "on the contrary" come from?

Lu Bixing stuttered rarely: "Uh, this..."

Lin Jingheng's eyebrows moved gently: "Hmm?"

Lu Bixing was silent for a longer time, and then, he didn't know whether he was asking Lin Jingheng or talking to himself: "If two people want to develop an intimate relationship, they must be honest, right? Since you ask, I shouldn't just share the happy things with you."

Although Lu Bixing always pretends to be very real, he will never be vague in the cunning aspects. This is to deliberately trigger him to refute it, so that Lin Jingheng will not be fooled by such a fool: "What about?"

Lu Bixing looked at him deeply: "Do you do it by default? Try to develop an intimate relationship with me by default?"

Lin Jingheng knocked on the small table next to him: "Why do you know how you feel in the later stage of the rainbow virus?"

Lu Bixing found that he could not get over the coquettishness and pretended to be stupid, so he shrugged helplessly and said seriously: "The rainbow virus was first accidentally leaked from Prince Kelly's Rienburg Laboratory. Do you remember? Prince Kelly... that is, Aresfon's father, spent a huge amount of money on the Rienburg Laboratory. It is said that the laboratory was so expensive that it almost bleeded the bone marrow of the eight-galaxy human beings. I believe his original intention was not to develop a plague virus. If he was just a perverted murderer, then the cost would be too high."

Lin Jingheng nodded: "It's true."

Lu Bixing's ten fingers were bound by gloves and they were not very flexible: "The function of the rainbow virus is to completely destroy all organs of your body, immune system, and the nerves of the infected person are blunted, and the pain almost disappears. If the organ is transplanted at this time, the rejection reaction will be minimized - then after the complete destruction, what will be the next step?"

Lin Jingheng: "You mean..."

"Remodeling, evolution, transforming the existing ordinary people into super people - I don't know if you have read the relevant documents. In addition to maliciously destroying the body, the rainbow virus can also cause some cells to degenerate before differentiation. Unfortunately, it will be killed soon... So I guess, the rainbow virus is a semi-finished product," Lu Bixing said. "The human body is very complex, and it is arbitrary transformation. In addition to causing great pain, it will also bring various unthinkable problems in the future - Lin, how can an iron-cast statue be transformed into something else? Melting and reshaping, right? Do you think this idea is very similar to the rainbow virus?"

Lin Jingheng said slowly: "If I remember correctly, Riinberg was buried with Prince Kelly's family later."

"Yes," Lu Bixing nodded, "but some people's ambition to transcend species has not disappeared."

Lin Jingheng: "You refer to the later 'Nuwa Project' - the Nuwa Project is the remnant of Ruiyin Castle."

"The Eighth Galaxy Revolution was victorious and officially belonged to the Alliance. Ruiyinburg was burned. This Nuwa plan carefully disappeared for many years, maybe outside the domain or elsewhere we don't know... I don't know," Lu Bixing whispered, "Until one day, my father received the news that they were smuggling through peculiar pets to cover up and continue human experiments. Almost everyone who survived had been snatched from relatives and friends by the rainbow virus, so they joined forces and searched wildly... My father was in the smuggling weapon business, and the people were very wide, and he got a clue."

He said this and was silent for a long time: "But he didn't say anything."

Lin Jingheng made a light voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something: "Why?"

"Because of me," Lu Bixing said, "It is said that when my mother was about to give birth to me, there was an accident in the starship she was riding in. When my father arrived, she was already... and before I could be born in her belly, I was fatal radiation, and it was almost a stillbirth. When he was desperate, he remembered the Nuwa plan... It is said that there were successful cases at that time, but they failed to create Superman, and it seemed that they just created some strange pets."

"In the first five years after my birth, I was a 'brain in the box'. Everything was transmitted to me through electrical signals. He secretly hid the virus strain planned by Nuwa and reshaped my body... It took fifteen years. At that time, there was a basement, and the entire basement was filled with strange pets he received from various channels."
Chapter completed!