When the old Persian cat talked about Nuwa's plan, he changed his sarcasm on the spot. With Lu Bixing's strange physical genes, Lin Jingheng actually had a rough guess. Sometimes he would touch indirectly, but he never asked him very persistently - because Lu Bixing now looks good, and he is lively and jumping around every day, like an over-energy teenager. He thought that no matter what happened in the past, whether it was sad or happy, it was over.

He thought...

For a moment, Lin Jingheng suddenly remembered that when they were still on the Beijing Star, he took Penny to Xinghai College to deliver mechas to Lu Bixing. By chance, he passed by the back window of the stairs classroom and heard Lu Bixing's words about strange pets-

"Have you ever seen something with a human head and a snake?"

"I slipped into the basement and found her, a girl..."

"Then I shot her to death."

Fifteen years should not be a treatment process that can be achieved overnight. It will probably take countless failures, countless running-in, and countless collapses.

And how tenacious and fragile should a human life be?

A little boy's biggest expectation every day is that it snows up and down at Kelly Star. He can get a license to go out for a while. When he accidentally entered the basement of the One-Eyed Eagle with bad movements and saw the scene like the human laboratory of the same origin, what was he thinking?

The One-Eyed Eagle may not have concocted a strange pet by himself, but since he paid for it, there will certainly be even more crazy people who will do it for him.

Isn’t trading a disguised indulgence?

Those monsters, one by one, looked at him without any interest through the weak nutritional compartment. They all felt sick with him, and they all came here because of him.

When he first discovered it - when a teenager impulsively raised his gun and killed the surviving girl...

Who did he want to kill?

Lu Bixing always seems to be very good at living and having fun, and can even elevate trivial food, drinking, defecation and urination to aesthetics. Sometimes, if you go too far, you almost look like a young man who is ignorant of the world.

Did such a person feel that survival itself is so difficult to sustain?

However, no matter how difficult it is to stand, he will probably fly forward in his life like an arrow that will never turn back after he is opened. Otherwise, how can a cowardly escaper face the one-eyed eagle that does not hesitate to hide the virus strain, how can he face the more than 300 million faces that disappeared in the dust... and how can he face the human-shaped monsters deprived of everything in the cold basement?

The two were silent for a long time.

"Look," Lu Bixing forced his silence, bravely patted Lin Jingheng's stiff shoulders through the isolation suit, "This broken thing is neither pleasant nor helpful to the problems we are currently solving. Why do you have to ask? Let's say it first, even if you have heard of this, you don't need to comfort me or pity me, otherwise I will turn against you and I will turn against you very fiercely."

Lin Jingheng suddenly felt that it was difficult to breathe. It seemed that a stone was more important than life on his heart, and his throat was like a thorn, and he lost his speech for a while. He wanted to vomit, maybe it was because he was choked by words that he couldn't speak, or maybe it was because he was loaded with heavy isolation suits on his body. He had been holding a posture stiffly for too long. It seemed that a liter of sour water was poured into the cracks of the scapula on his back, and it would squeak with a slight movement.

The next moment, Lin Jingheng realized that this was not an ordinary muscle stiffness.

He quietly pressed the wrist of the isolation suit, waited for the sound in his headphones for three times, followed by a mechanical voice: "The current armpit/body temperature is 37.9℃."

Low fever.

Lin Jingheng slowly exhaled the breath stuck in his chest, and the knife hanging above his head finally fell down one side. It was not a biting, but accompanied by Lu Bixing's memories for thirty years, there was a dull pain that penetrated the texture.

Lin Jingheng said nothing, banned Zhan Lu in the spiritual network, then stood up quietly, and by checking the route map, he stayed away from Lu Biling, and calculated how long he would be able to get to where Hope said.

When Lu Xin brought the antibodies of the rainbow virus to the Eighth Galaxy, he must have never expected that his son would be entangled with this kind of thing for a lifetime. Just as he did not expect that he did not die from the open and secret arrows of the Management Committee, nor the assassination of the pirates of the Rose Heart. He lived to this day with complete plans, but perhaps he was about to die from the virus variant he encountered unexpectedly. This unexpected destination can be made into a human comedy.

Votto time jumps to a new day

The Galaxy City of Qiming is ushering in dusk. The self-defense team members in isolation suits lined up and ran around for a day, but the water had not entered. Because they were too tired, they did not communicate with each other, and the posture of walking through the block seemed murderous.

Residents poked their sights through the cracks in the windows, guessing themselves what these people were doing. They were already in a dire straits and really didn't want anyone to add fireworks - whether it was the alliance or the pirates.

Saturday's steps were heavy, and I looked up at the direction of sunset. The blue sky was clear and the clouds were spreading in the distance. This was a clear and dry weather. Qimingxing's climate was superior and the temperature was suitable. Galaxy City was divided into two seasons, dry and wet, and it was like spring all year round, suitable for the growth of a variety of animals and plants... In addition to people.

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly, a scream came from the crowded house not far away.

It was a woman, and the sound made was almost heartbreaking. It took half a minute to hear it, and the bystanders could not breathe. Then they paused for a few seconds, then turned hoarse and howled, crying while saying something.

Zhou Liu suddenly had an ominous premonition for no reason. He raised his hand to signal everyone to stop. He raised his legs to walk into the small residential building. Before he could stand in the narrow stairwell, a man rolled out of the ground and crawled out, hit Zhou Liu's body, and fell on his back. However, he neither apologized nor scolded. He was like a ghost, and he stumbled out with his limbs and staggered out.

The man was wearing a dark blue shirt with a pharmacy embroidered on the collar. He was shocked on Saturday. He knew that some poor people in the Eighth Galaxy were like this. They didn’t go to the hospital when they were sick, and they couldn’t afford medical cabins. They usually found an acquaintance in the nearby pharmacy to see them. The salesmen in the pharmacy often had some medical knowledge, could diagnose some common diseases according to the script, and then promoted the backlog of expired medicines to these poor people who were dying.

On Saturday, he grabbed his collar: "What are you running!"

The man's legs were as weak as noodles, and he couldn't stand up even when he poked on the ground, and said incoherently: "Cai, Rainbow..."

Zhou Liu suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the little sweat covered in the isolation suit suddenly became cold. He took out the medical scanner and ran upstairs in three steps and two steps. He saw a woman with disheveled face kneeling in the corridor, holding a coma little girl in her arms. The girl's little face turned red and there was a strange blood mark on her hands, which had begun to ulcerate.

The scanner sends out a uniform alarm signal, indicating that this is an infected person.

And this girl is not on the list they searched for!

On February 15, 276, a six-year-old girl named "Angela" was confirmed to be infected with the mutant rainbow virus without ever approaching a key epidemic prevention area and never leaving her home. The self-defense captain in charge of patrol immediately made people quarantine the entire residential area on Saturday. With a glimmer of hope, he asked someone to get antibodies to the rainbow virus.

The old antibody was not expected to help, and he could only contact Tulan while watching the virus destroy the girl's immune system. She was too small and too vulnerable, and the onset speed was much faster than that of an adult. The ulcerated skin spread to her entire hand at a speed visible to the naked eye. Before she could completely take root and sprout on this small body, the girl died of complications of organ failure.

A camera three blocks away captured what happened forty-eight hours before the infection began.

After a quick investigation, the only living thing the little girl has ever come into contact with is a group of harmless sparrows, one of which pecked her fingers.

Among the known traditional rainbow virus transmission methods, there is no precedent for other animals to carry viruses except for the carcasses that accidentally eat the dead body of the sick person. Scabbage animals infected with the virus will occur faster than humans, rather than flying everywhere with the virus.

This means that the mutated rainbow virus can quietly lurk on any living creature and be taken to any place by them.

This is just the beginning.

Within the next two hours, Tulan received five suspected cases in a row, and the guard's nerves were extremely tense - the virus may have spread.

What spreads faster than the virus is people's fear.

From the time when we met infected people at the night market, there were vague rumors in Galaxy City. At that time, we were stunned by Lu Bixing's bragging in public and did not start for a while. Unexpectedly, in the next one or two days, infected people of the rainbow virus appeared one after another. Under the huge panic, the air in Galaxy City began to become thinner, and the only public hospital became congested. People wore gloves and masks, wrapped themselves up in full arms, and asked the hospital to come forward immediately to explain the source of the virus and issue rainbow virus antibodies.

Surrounded by the irritable crowd, the hospital had to be temporarily closed. Foucault brought a group of self-defense forces to set up guns to maintain order, and was blocked in the courtyard wall by desperate people.

"Captain Guard, this is probably not a solution," the weasel ran to ask Tulan, "Are you going to send someone to give them an explanation or do it directly? You have to decide quickly. In short, you can't let them squeeze together like this. If one or two infected people in the middle, you will be unable to control the outbreak."

White is helping Tulan count the remaining medical supplies: "Or, let's announce the truth and tell them that this is a mutant virus and we don't have antibodies now."

Tulan and the weasel spoke almost at the same time.

Tulan: "No."

Weasel: "Don't talk nonsense."

Tulan: "The Eighth Galaxy has a deep memory of the Rainbow Virus. We don't know what the mutant virus is going on now. Rasky announcement will only aggravate the panic. We have no credibility and the ability to completely control Galaxy City. It will be very passive when we are confused."

"It's not just passive, the Eighth Galaxy. Don't look at these people who are usually half dead. They can do anything to survive in order to survive. They threw the angry patients into the fire and burned them to death. Even when they had contact with the patients, they were not sure whether there were any infected people. Do you think these things were done by the interstellar pirates?" The weasel sighed, "As for those who have been infected, they are just kind-hearted to conceal their illness. Some people will deliberately break into the downtown area and pour their blood into the crowd. You little ghosts don't understand. I experienced the rainbow virus period back then. Half of them died not by the virus, but by the killing of each other. A virus can divide people without grievances into two camps that are alive and dead."

White dared not say anything.

"I want me to tell you," the weasel stretched out his rough and yellow hand and asked Bai Yinwei next to him for a cigarette. After lit it, he hurriedly went up and took a big stingy mouthful, and refused to vomit too much. "Captain Guard, when it is time to cheat, don't be too moral. Listen to me, enclose all the infected people in the hospital and isolate them, and then find some placebo such as glucose saline to comfort the residents' emotions first. Although it is a bit unethical, it is a moment to delay it for a moment. Now let's see if there is a way for both the One-Eyed Eagle and Teacher Lu."

Tulan had no choice but to nod and quickly briefed Lin Jingheng about the crisis on the Star of Qi.

The rising body temperature made Lin Jingheng feel cold while sweating. He quickly said in a deep voice: "Chall the mecha car and block Galaxy City immediately. Pay attention to releasing the interference of the space field to prevent... Zhan Lu among the people, what's going on?"

Before he could finish his words, Tulan's signal suddenly disappeared.

"Sir, there is a violent energy reaction near half a day of navigation. We are about to enter the activity area of ​​unknown armed forces. If communication is not cut off, the probability of remote signals being scanned is as high as 75%.

As soon as Zhan Lu finished speaking, the outline of the other party could be seen on the huge holographic projection - it was a mecha team, with about hundreds of small mechas. He was waiting for the battle near the "Dysfunctional Society's Nest" explained by Hope, as if he was "waiting" for a rabbit hitting a tree stump!

Lin Jingheng and Lu Bixing felt a slump in their hearts at the same time.

Hope is uneasy and kind!

As soon as the signal broke, Tulan was stunned for two seconds, and immediately reacted, furious: "Where is Hope! I'm going to have a movie for him!"

This time, Hope was no longer treated as a guest of honor. He was carried up by two silver guards, and the collar of the long windbreaker was pulled under his shoulder.

However, no matter whether he was steamed or braised, Lin Jingheng and the others had no way out.

"The rainbow virus in Riinborg swept across the eighth Galaxy within a month and even spread to the Alliance. The rainbow virus in Emma Star Laboratory broke out within 72 hours and no one survived. If animals that have been exposed to patients may carry viruses, sparrows, mice... bugs flying everywhere in the wild, then the worst-case scenario is that it may be too late to block Galaxy City now." Lin Jingheng's throat began to inflame, as if a rusty knife was cutting his throat back and forth. He tried to clear it quietly and tasted the smell of blood.

Lu Bixing's intuition was wrong, because just now, Zhan Lu began to be unusually silent. The talkative and talkative artificial intelligence communication function was almost turned off, as if it had become a navigation robot that asked and answered. However, he was not sure. After all, Zhan Lu followed Lin Jingheng, the unlucky master, and was banned for no reason.

"Lin, are you okay?"

"Not yet." Lin Jingheng replied without changing his face, "Zhan Lu, shrink the spiritual network, pay attention to invisibility."

Lu Bixing: "If the epidemic cannot be controlled and Captain Tulan Guard cannot contact you, what will happen?"

Lin Jingheng: “…”

If the epidemic cannot be controlled, Tulan will clean up her combat effectiveness and evacuate near Galaxy City as quickly as possible. At the same time, in order to prevent the virus from spreading further, she may consider a missile.

However, after hearing Lu Bixing's words "I was born to owe this place", Lin Jingheng could not say these words no matter what.

"I remember when I was in the underground warehouse of the factory, Captain Tulan Guard once asked you whether you would consider contacting the 'center' in extreme circumstances," Lu Bixing asked, "What is the center? What kind of situation is an extreme situation?"

At this point, there is nothing to hide in front of anyone. Lin Jingheng gave up and was too lazy to worry about what his image he had in Lu Bixing's mind. He explained in a few words that he had dug in the alliance: "Before I left the alliance, I arranged a place for the Silver Ten Guards. Among them, except for the Silver Ninth Guards, who were mobile and waiting for allocation, others lurked near several old subordinates of Lu Xin in the seven major galaxies. When the time was right, they would be responsible for lighting the last fire. The three-element connection network between me and the Silver Ten Guards."

Lu Bixing was knowledgeable and immediately realized what the "three elements" mean - remote key, center and backup center.

The remote key is a remote connection established through the known transition points of the seven galaxies. As long as the alliance is not blown up, the Ten Silver Guards will not be transferred hastily, and even if Lin Jingheng goes outside the domain, he can control the overall situation in real time.

If the remote contact network is really broken in one-tenth of possible possibility, then the second contact method is adopted - to use the previously agreed "center" as a signal transit station to re-establish indirect contact. Further, if even the "center" is lost, there is another "alternate center" as a double insurance.

"The alliance was suddenly invaded by pirates, the Garden of Eden was broken, and my remote contact with the Silver Ten Guards was all disconnected," said Lin Jingheng. "My transit center was chosen to be in Votto-Votto-Votto has lost control."

Lu Bixing simply didn't know what to say. He felt that Lin Jingheng must stay away from gambling in his life, otherwise the shit in the world would not be enough to fill his negative luck with zero: "What is your backup center?"

"A person I trust very much," said Lin Jingheng. "Baiyin Third is a technical department. He will bid farewell to the Silver Fortress after I leave. I will leave them a letter of recommendation and let them follow that person... He is the first person in charge of the Alliance Military Commission, Marshal Woolf."

Lu Bixing's eyes lit up: "Didn't Marshal Woolf be in the Angel City Fortress?"

If this side is really desperate, can we ask the alliance for help through this channel?

Lin Jingheng's eyes shot out through the protective cover and slowly shook his head.

"After meeting Joseon," he whispered, "I can't trust anyone in Angel City now."
Chapter completed!