Galaxy City, which is the first to open its stars, has begun to enter the rainy season.

In the botanical garden where the dysfunctional will be left behind, plants and fungi that like shade and wet began to grow wildly. The drizzle sounded like a clock, dripping from morning to night, dripping down the dilapidated eaves. The streets were still sparsely populated. Occasionally, someone hurriedly ran by with an umbrella. From a high place, it looked like flowers that were rushing down the water.

Lin Jingheng was awakened by the sound of rain once - he hadn't heard such rain sounds for a long time. Beijing's β-star climate was dry and winter seemed to never be able to pass. The artificial base of Snack Sister used an artificial water circulation system, and there was no such a pleasant whistle.

He opened his eyes blankly in the nightmare, and saw the cover of the medical cabin above his head at a glance. Suddenly, it seemed like he was back to the rainy night when he was locked in the emergency cabin more than 30 years ago. The chaotic memory and reality were intertwined with each other. Lin Jingheng knocked open the cover of the medical cabin indiscriminately, and the needle on his body flew out. He was half-drown and half-awake without knowing the pain. He struggled to climb out of the medical cabin, his legs softened and kneeled on the ground, and then he was spinning, and he could only hear his rapid heartbeat in his ears.

"I want...I want to go..."

A man in a white isolation suit broke in with a dozen medical robots, pressed him down with a loud scream, and the sedative rushed into his blood vessels. Lin Jingheng's consciousness once again dizzyly fell into the boundless darkness.

It took him a long time to recover his consciousness again, and Lin Jingheng dreamed of a space video recording.

It was a confidential document. Dr. Lance of Ulan College got a copy after somehow leaving. On the day of his graduation, he sent it to him as a gift.

The video recording was taken by the mecha's military recorder. In addition to the clear real scene, various data were also jumping on the screen, accurately recording the coordinates, environment, temperature and energy fluctuations at that time.

The coordinate location is located near the "Heart of the Rose" in the first galaxy, and it was photographed on the night Lu Xin "escape".

The pursuers of the alliance pursued them relentlessly. Several consecutive rounds of missiles had rushed out of the launch pad. There was a little noise in the background of the video. A man said in a deep voice: "Missiles are useless. Lu Xin has seen more missiles than you have eaten! It has never been said that they must be caught alive. You have so many people, and you can still chase and block them against such two mechas? Wouldn't you just use the 'oven' to add a fire!"

"Oven" is of course not a scientific name, but a spoken word commonly used by frontline soldiers, referring to superimposed particle cannons.

After more than thirty particle cannons are superimposed, they will produce high temperatures that can melt the mecha protective cover, just like baking sweet potatoes with leather in the oven, hence the name.

It will only be used when one side has an overwhelming advantage in its forces and just wants to kill and silence people. Many mechas rushed forward, strictly calculate the launch angle and then set up their formation, and fire high-energy particle cannons at the target at the same time. The key is command and cooperation. If the cooperation is done properly, each mecha can be launched accurately and at the angle. The superimposed particle cannons generated will be very fatal. The high-speed high-energy particle flow will lock the target mecha in a large area, and at the speed of the mecha, it cannot escape the locked area.

The video then locked the target - it was a team of only five or six small mechas. The leading small mechas slid into the distance like bullets. It was impossible to tell whether it was different from ordinary small mechas, but Lin Jingheng recognized it for no reason at first sight. It was Lu Xin's mecha.

He saw the screen flashing with dazzling fluorescence, and the high-energy particle cannon roared out. The military telescope even outlined the energy data of the particle flow, like a wave, like an invisible god of death passing through the heart of the rose, with a grim smile on his face and his sleeves flying.

This video was very short, less than a minute, but Lin Jingheng watched it over and over for a night and replayed it countless times, so many years later, when he closed his eyes, he was still vivid in his mind.

At that time, the person who executed the "oven" command made a very low-level mistake. He filled in the power acceleration value of the target mecha incorrectly. It was a very small error and could not be seen without careful verification. However, the target mecha did not walk in a straight line during the escape. Lin Jingheng had simulated and calculated it himself. At that angle and speed, when the superimposed particle cannon arrived, it should have just happened to miss the leading mecha.

Maybe there is an unknown god who still doesn't want to give up and wants to protect that person for the last time. Maybe there is no god in the world. It is the soldiers who execute the order who deliberately let the water out of secret admiration... These are no longer verified. In short, Lu Xin shouldn't have died.

But just after the particle cannon was released, the mecha, which was originally leading the way, suddenly braked. At this speed, the human reaction could not keep up. Before the teammates who were with him could realize what was going on, he instantly slid to the tail of the team. The missiles fired before he could realize what was going on and the superimposed particle cannon that followed arrived almost at the same time. Lu Xin's mecha hit three missiles with his head. The small mecha did not even have the process of breaking the protective cover, and directly emitted a spark of burning eyes. In this shocking explosion, the flood-like flow of high-energy particles seemed to have encountered an obstacle. The troops divided into several directions and turned around. They just missed the small mecha group, giving them room to breathe, and then they were able to jump and escape.

Later, except for Lu Xin's adjutant who committed suicide publicly, he has fled with Lu Xin back then. Who else has escaped later? There is no conclusive evidence for the alliance.

The secret list was attached to the encrypted file at the end of the video, and Lin Jingheng read it and destroyed it. It took him thirty years before he quietly buried the people on the list into the decaying soil of the seven major galaxies.

But Dr. Lance can only hand over the list to him, why do you still show him this record?

What did he want to tell the young rebellious students? Lin Jingheng was puzzled and never found the opportunity to ask.

The year he graduated, Dr. Lance was already 286 years old and refused to re-employed Ulan Military Academy and retired. Lin Jingheng needed to go to the Military Commission to report, and had to swear to join the army and hand over his post. He was busy in a mess. After he finally took time out, Dr. Lance was already hospitalized due to illness and died soon after.

The scene of high-energy particles diverting away like a sea was engraved on his bones.

Who knew that many years later, this devastating scene actually gave him inspiration and saved his life.

Wait, Lin Jingheng's heart skipped a beat - saved his life?

He wandered in the black hole of memory and thoughts seemed to suddenly catch a thread. Following the thread, he walked out of a 16-year-old rainy night, running wildly, as if he had been running for so long, and finally found the exit. The chaotic world crashed down, the world war, the eighth Galaxy, Nuwa Plan, the pirates' pursuit, the Galaxy City with a mutant rainbow virus erupted, and Lu must-wipe...

The huge anxiety immediately dispelled everything. Lin Jingheng suddenly opened his eyes and was about to sit up. As soon as he moved, he suddenly felt something. With the shimmer light of the instruments in the medical cabin, he lowered his eyes and found that he was holding a hand in his body.

Lin Jingheng was stunned.

This time, the cover of the medical cabin was opened. He held his breath and turned his head, and saw Lu Bixing.

There was actually a capsule cabin next to it for people to rest, but Lu Bixing didn't know whether it was a narrow place or something, so he refused to surrender. He set up a beach vacation-style hammock next to the medical cabin, and also equipped it with a crab-shaped pillow as appropriate, like a big fish caught by mistake, wrapped in the net pocket of the hammock, half of his face was buried in the "crab shell", with a hairy head on his face, half lying on his side, his long arms hanging down from the hammock, and his fingers could just curl up and touch Lin Jingheng, like a knocking gesture.

It was just dawn at this time, and Lin Jingheng was afraid of waking him up, so he lay back carefully. The small screen on the medical bulkhead monitored the basic indicators of his body in real time. Lin Jingheng glanced roughly, it was weaker than usual, but it had basically returned to the normal range. Someone in the corner added a row of notes to him, writing: "The patient is suspected of having claustrophobia, and it is recommended not to seal the medical cabin unless necessary."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

I haven't heard of this, where did the quack doctor come from?

The last column of the screen is the virus indicator, and that row of tables has been grayed out.

"Do you have antibodies?" Lin Jingheng thought, and couldn't help but look up at Lu Bixing again, "How did you get it?"

Lu Bixing moved his neck slightly, and his nose bridge poked straight into the crab claws. I don’t know where the crab-shaped pillow was produced, but it actually had leg hair!

Lu Bixing rubbed a few times and sneezes in a cowardly manner. He didn't wake up, so he turned over and continued to sleep. His hanging hands briefly moved to another place.

Lin Jingheng suddenly felt a mountain moving away, and then he vomited out his breath. Then, Lu Bixing seemed to be unable to sleep well, rolled in the air for a long time, and his hanging hands were unconsciously fumbled around. Lin Jingheng hurriedly avoided the quilt, pushed the quilt against Lu Bixing's hanging fingers.

He then calmed down again and stopped moving again.

Lin Jingheng slept in the medical cabin, pulled out the sensor on his body, got up gently, picked up Lu Bixing's coat that he threw on his side and walked out.

The calendar shows that from the time he lost consciousness, there have been a full six Votto standard days.

Lin Jingheng's hands and feet were a little weak, but the medical cabin adjusted all the indicators of his body well, so he would not be unable to walk steadily.

It is obviously no longer an isolation ward. The door is not locked and there are no other isolation measures. Leaving the medical cabin and going out, there is a corridor. Lin Jingheng recognized that this place should be an internal hospital built by Qi Mingxing.

Morbidder often goes off the line in terms of personal aesthetics, but the architecture is pretty good. Perhaps because of limited energy, they do not pursue complex classicism. The windows are simple glass and do not have too many technological elements. The floor-to-ceiling windows, lighting and vision are first-class. There are terraces and open-air corridors everywhere, planted with plants, washed brightly by the rain.

It was dawn at this time. Lin Jingheng saw the Ninth Guards of the Silver Line in line, and had just finished a five-kilometer warm-up run with weights and headed towards the training ground. Following behind were the self-defense team members.

Bai Yinjiu's team was neat tofu blocks, and the Self-Defense Force, which was dragged by them for five kilometers, became tofu brains that went inside and out.

The self-defense team members fought hard to get thrown off, wishing that their tongues were two feet long and hung in front of their chests, so how could they even care about the queue? The leader Zhou Saturday shouted something, and the soldiers behind them shouted in unison, not knowing what a new slogan was, but they smashed their chests while shouting, like a group of orangutans preparing to go down the mountain to grab the territory.

Bai Yinjiu was in the team at the entrance of the training ground, and was so fierce that they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. They all looked so fierce that they were holding back.

Tulan glanced at him: "After a moment, one minute, tidy up his clothes and laugh!"

Most of the people in the Self-Defense Force were called urgently on Saturday after the outbreak of the mutant rainbow virus. They have never been idle since they arrived because they were extremely short of people. Except for some mecha missions, Silver Nine and Self-Defense Forces are basically mixed together.

During the thrilling eight or nine days, everyone was locked in an isolation suit, with two layers of masks between people, but they were as close as brothers, and they became familiar with exhaustion.

The members of the Self-Defense Force were surprised to find that these legendary elites of the alliance were also physical mortals, and they could eat, drink, defecate, and chat nonsense when they were not on duty or training. Even the posture of calling the boss a hooligan behind their back was exactly the same.

With reference objects that are close to you, just like the marathon rookies have a leading runner. Suddenly, the impossible training tasks seem to be less unreasonable, and the self-defense team members naturally follow each other's footsteps.

The Baiyinjiu people who had a rest in one minute smiled and turned into 25. The self-defense team members were not willing to be outdone. While chaoticly gathering the team, they were competing at them with middle fingers. Both sides were hurting each other with words and words, and they were very incompetent.

As soon as a minute arrived, Tulan blew a sharp whistle. Bai Yinjiu ordered the order to ban it and quickly switched back from the gangster's state. His upright military posture remained motionless, and the team was still horizontal and vertical. The self-defense teams next to him were affected by the tense atmosphere and followed him to silently and lined up quickly and silently, like a large-scale game scene where "one, two, three are not allowed to move".

Tulan laughed "puffed" by himself. Several simple guards couldn't help but laughed foolishly, and were collectively punished by the insidious and cunning guard captain for a hundred turns for weightless training.

Lin Jingheng shook his head. When he was in the first galaxy, Bai Yinjiu was not so lively.

He touched Lu Bixing's pocket, and there was no cigarette, but only found a handful of mint candies, which had melted a little. Lin Jingheng stripped a piece and held it in his mouth, and saw the distant horizon gradually brightening, which was a rare sunny day in the rainy season.

The faint morning light penetrated through the mist, and the wet ground was filled with moist light, full of vitality. The base has a wide view, and you can see the shadowy Galaxy City from a high place. Qimingxing's meteorological satellite has long become space garbage. The weather signboard above Galaxy City is still tenaciously alive, and the lights are still on, which read: "The satellite has elopeed with people. Please wait for the accurate weather information-"

And people have been "waiting" for a hundred and forty years.

Is there a planet or a place in this world that makes you dream of?

It makes you feel that no matter where you wander, you must go back and stay there forever...

Do you have anything you value in your life? Are there anything you have to protect when you try your best?

In this morning light, it seems that Lin Jingheng, who is rarely lazy and staring out of the window, opens his eyes for the first time, carefully looking at the Galaxy City, the Star of Qi... and the Eighth Galaxy.

His soul, who had been floating empty in the Union Parliament building, finally found a ladder and walked to the world step by step.

And the world of sadness and joy gave him a hug mixed with fragrance and stench.

He has been in the Eighth Galaxy for six years, but he has just found the path Lu Xin has walked.

The Eighth Galaxy of the Alliance should not be a sewer that is squeezed by the double squeeze of the Alliance and the Pirates.

The sound of rapid footsteps suddenly came. Lin Jingheng turned around and saw Lu Bixing rushing out with his hair ravaged by a crab on his head, looking for him everywhere in panic. The two of them were caught off guard and Lu Bixing stumbled, as if they were not ready to face each other, looking at each other five meters apart.

Lu Bixing coughed dryly, pressed his raised hair and wrinkled clothes while scratching his head, and muttered, "One day you suddenly had an allergic reaction to a fever-reducing medicine and fell out of the medical cabin in a daze. I'm not relieved...You...I... cough..."

Lin Jingheng—The body temperature dropped, and his tongue poison came back: "Did you find your conscience in taking advantage of someone's danger on the mecha?"
Chapter completed!