After Lin Han returned to the room, there was still no way to forget the boy.
Not only the wound on his glands, the narrowed pupils, the stiff expression, and the uncoordinated gait all made Lin Han suspicious.
Did this omega have any surgery that caused irreversible damage to the gland
But Lin Han clearly saw the scar. It didn't look like he was injured recently, but he had been with the master for years, but the wound was too deep and the marks could not be removed.
But that omega was so small and fragile, it didn't look like a threat at all.
Lin Han remembered the first time he met He Yunting, the waiter who deliberately slammed into his right shoulder while he was injured.
The man didn't look aggressive either, and was even thinner than the average person.
As for Wen Tianyao's dinner party, because He Yunting didn't let himself face that scene, Lin Han couldn't see it with his own eyes.
His doubts deepened, and he couldn't help but re-search the news about the day He Yunting was assassinated.
What surprised him was that in the overwhelming manuscripts, there was not a single photo of the scene, and only one or two media posted the information of the perpetrator.
Lin Han looked at the report on the light screen, the assassin was an omega, and the ID photo was slender and delicate... As for whether there was a wound on the gland on the back of the neck, Lin Han had no way of knowing.
Lin Han couldn't explain this uneasy feeling at once, he just found it strange.
And after this day, Qi Jiamu, who had already ranked first, seemed to work even harder.
Some people say that Qi Jiamu goes to the training ground alone every day before dawn. The morning practice time is longer than any other. During the whole day's selection, Qi Jiamu never makes mistakes, and strives to achieve perfection in every indicator. He was also the last to leave after training.
Some people are puzzled. He is already the first place. Does he really want to join He Yunting's elite troops? He should pay enough attention to him during the selection period.
Even so, those jealous people would still play tricks on his mecha, but Qi Jiamu took it all without saying a word, and then worked harder to complete various tasks.
When someone broke Qi Jiamu's voice command program on the third day, Lin Han finally had a chance to repair his mecha.
"Trouble Mr. Lin." Lin Han approached the cockpit, Qi Jiamu stood up and said politely.
Just as Qi Jiamu was about to leave the cockpit to make way for Lin Han, he was stopped.
Lin Han said: "Small problems, don't have to go, it will be solved in a few minutes."
When Qi Jiamu heard the words, he obediently put his hands behind his back and stood there, quietly waiting for Lin Han to deal with it: "Okay."
Lin Han's eyebrows moved, and he was a little nervous for no reason.
He dealt with faults very quickly, and Qi Jiamu didn't say a word during the whole process, but Lin Han had been in contact with him a lot these days. Said: "Is that boy your brother two days ago?"
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Lin Han keenly observed that Qi Jiamu's hands were clenched suddenly, and he opened his mouth after a while, with a harsh voice: "...Yes."
"What's the matter, Mr. Lin?" he asked nervously.
"It's nothing," Lin Han said casually, as if he was just chatting a few words, "I just feel that your brother is not in good health."
Qi Jiamu's voice tightened: "His physique has been poor since he was a child. Later, when I came to school in the core area, I haven't seen him for a long time."
"Well." Lin Han asked casually, "Didn't you go for treatment?"
"Yes." Qi Jiamu answered quickly, "Yes, Mr. Lin."
Lin Han repaired the mecha and stood up, knowing that the other party would not answer any more: "Okay, then I hope your brother is safe."
It was just a simple sentence, but when Qi Jiamu heard Lin Han say this, he narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if adjusting his emotions. Hong, who was holding back, said, "Thank you, Mr. Lin."
Lin Han's hand stopped in mid-air, and finally retracted it: "It's okay."
He wanted to use his ability to find out what the two brothers had hidden.
But it was probably because Qi Jiamu's eyes were too sincere, and the expression he saw that day was too sad, and Lin Han suddenly couldn't bear it.
Even if the pain is someone else's thing, you should not take it without asking yourself.
Lin Han found He Yunting after training.
These days, he would go to the command room or He Yunting's room from time to time. Many people at the base were discussing that Mr. Lin was indeed an expert invited by the Admiral himself, and the treatment was different.
Lin Han didn't pay much attention to these remarks, but just stood in front of He Yunting and asked the question that had troubled him for two days: "I have something to ask the general."
Lu Anhe went to dinner. He Yunting was the only one left in the room. He hung up his coat, then turned around and answered, "What's wrong."
Lin Han wanted to go straight to the topic, but when the words came to his mouth, it finally became: "The general's shoulder injury... how is it."
He Yunting probably didn't expect that Lin Han's first sentence when he came to him was this, he paused: "It's almost healed."
After another two seconds, He Yunting seemed to think of something, and bluntly added: "Thank you, Mr. Lin for your concern."
In any case, the answer is good, Lin Han breathed a sigh of relief: "The person who assassinated the general last time... Has he checked the details? Did he have the glands in the back of his neck damaged?"
He Yunting raised his eyebrows, but quickly regained his indifference; "Yes."
"How does Mr. Lin know?"
Lin Han hesitated for a while, but still told He Yunting about what he saw that day.
"I always think it's very strange, and I think of what happened to the general last time, so I came here." Lin Han said, "Does the general know such an omega?"
This time He Yunting fell into a long silence.
Lin Han thought that He Yunting was thinking about it and did not interrupt him, but in the long silence, he heard He Yunting's answer.
"-Know."
"But there's no way to verify it."
Lin Han didn't expect He Yunting to give a positive answer: "What...?"
How many omegas have damaged glands like this
What have you experienced
But He Yunting's expression didn't change, but his tone became colder: "... I'm sorry."
"Military secrets, can't tell Mr. Lin."
Lin Han opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything: "Okay."
There was no emotion in He Yunting's blue eyes, and Lin Han didn't know how to describe his emotions: "Then, I'll go first."
He Yunting looked at Lin Han.
When Lin Han walked to the door, He Yunting still stopped him: "By the way, Mr. Lin."
"In the fourth round of training, we need to re-check the information of all the people who boarded the battleship." He Yunting said, "I originally wanted Lu Anhe to inform you, but since you're here, just pass on the latest personal information."
Lin Han was stunned for a moment: "Okay."
This time, He Yunting did not hold back, and the two did not shake hands.
The third round of selection officially ended, and in the end, only less than 200 new pilots remained at the base.
And the fourth round of training they are about to face is the key to whether they can stay here in the end.
The base is already making preparations. The selected exercise location this time is located in the remote outskirts of the M galaxy, adjacent to the strange creature galaxy, and a little further away are some self-governing small planets that are sparsely managed.
Before departure, the base gave everyone a day and a half to repair, but still did not open communication with the outside world, the purpose was only to prepare everyone who was about to leave.
It was rare for Lin Han to be free. He didn't go out for a day, and continued to look up relevant materials in his room alone.
But Lin Han didn't like to socialize at all. Before he came to the base, it was almost a two-point line between the research institute and his home. He didn't have much contact with people. He really didn't have much impression of an omega with injured glands.
The base's intranet is monitored throughout the entire process, so Lin Han's search scope is limited, and there is almost nothing particularly valuable in the information he has found.
Everything is deadlocked again.
Lin Han didn't think it was too much for He Yunting to refuse to tell him. He had his insistence. Although he was curious, he couldn't ignore the feelings of others.
He was just vaguely uneasy.
But he believed that He Yunting could handle everything well, and that if he really needed himself, he would definitely bring it up.
Lin Han leaned on the sofa and looked at the photo frame.
He narrowed his eyes a little sleepy, and when he looked up from the face of his mother in the photo frame and looked out the window, he suddenly remembered today's date.
It is the day when the other party is still there, and every year he will gently say "Happy Birthday Hanhan".
Lin Han suddenly lost interest, sinking deeper into the sofa.
He hadn't celebrated his birthday very much since his mother died, but probably because he had gotten so much happiness from his previous birthdays, even if Lin Han deliberately didn't think about it, he could always remember this day.
Mother said, don't forget Hanhan, mother will say happy birthday to you every year.
Lin Han's eyes were a little tight, he closed his eyes, and let out a light breath.
Mom, every birthday is a happy one.
Lin Han didn't know how long he had slept when he was suddenly woken up by a knock on the door.
He opened his eyes, the sky outside the window began to dim, and the knock on the door was patient, persistently knocking.
The sleeping position just now was not stable, plus I slept past dinner time and no nutritional supplements were used, my limbs began to feel heavy and became weak and weak.
Lin Han stood up and walked to the door suspiciously.
-He Yunting was standing outside the door, tall and tall. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Lin Han suddenly open the door.
"General?" Lin Han spoke first, "Is something wrong?"
Unexpectedly, He Yunting shook his head lightly after a while: "It's okay."
"Today is Mr. Lin's birthday?"
Lin Han was stunned for a moment: "How did the general know?"
He Yunting said hesitantly, "I found it by accident in the information passed by Mr. Lin last time."
Lin Han looked at him.
He Yunting seemed a little nervous.
Fortunately, Lin Han didn't intend to embarrass He Yunting standing outside the door: "Come in first."
He Yunting was wearing his regular clothes, with a few strands of silver hair hanging down to his forehead. Even though he looked very cold, against the backdrop of the sunset, he seemed to be coated with a gentle warm light that did not belong to him.
Lin Han closed the door: "It is indeed today. But... "
But what are you here for
He Yunting stood there for a while, and suddenly took something out of his military pants.
"I'm here to give Mr. Lin a birthday present," he said.
Lin Han froze when he was about to pour water for He Yunting.
He turned around and looked up at him.
I saw He Yunting standing straight in front of him, his expression indifferent, but his tone had a kind of nervousness that was not easily detectable.
Lin Han looked at He Yunting's hand: "This..."
"One time I encountered a meteorite falling on a mission, and I stayed on a small planet for a long time to avoid it." He Yunting explained.
Probably because he was not good at words, every time He Yunting spoke a longer sentence, his tone always became different from usual.
It seems that at this time he is no longer the indifferent soldier who is aloof, and the things on his body are briefly unloaded. He can also be an ordinary person with flesh and blood.
He Yunting said: "At that time, in order to wait for Lu Anhe to return, I picked up one of the pieces and brought it back."
When returning to another place, he accidentally discovered that the largest and brightest meteorite was not burned and gasified by the atmosphere, but left a deep crater after falling, and fragments of the meteorite were scattered in it.
It can't be said that it has any special meaning, but He Yunting did not throw it away, but kept it in the base.
"I've been staying at the base recently, I haven't had time to go out, and I can't find anything better for Mr. Lin... After thinking about it, I just took this."
He Yunting took a step forward and spread out his palm - it was a dark green meteorite with an unremarkable appearance, half smooth and half rough, with the breath of the starry sky tens of thousands of light-years away.
It could just be a meteorite, but it could also be a star.
He Yunting put the meteor fragment into Lin Han's palm: "Happy birthday."
Some secrets cannot be told to you for the time being.
But I still hope that Mr. Lin will not be unhappy.
The author has something to say: oh, why did it change after a while
The following 50 red envelopes in this chapter
The main tone of this article is still emotional sweetness, the plot line should not be too serious qwq