He Yunting stood straight on the spot, his expression was frighteningly cold, and he didn't mean to speak at all.
But Lu Anhe saw it. He was usually casual and cheerful. He couldn't help but turned on the microphone and said to Xu Zhiheng, "Professor Xu, what do you mean? If he can speak, what can he prove?"
There was rarely anger in his tone, although He Yunting was still silent now.
Instead, Xu Zhiheng gradually calmed down amidst the questioning from the other party.
He has been showing a kind of ridiculous kindness for the past few days. Now that he has calmed down, he has finally regained his former gentle and refined image of a scholar. He did not directly answer Lu Anhe's question, and continued to say to He Yunting: "Since I dare to say that, Then there must be a lot of confidence.”
He Yunting raised his eyebrows without interrupting him.
"I know you want to talk about Azer. But the reason for Azer's slow recovery is also because he is oga. Gene enters from glands, and Azer's own mental strength is high, all these complicated factors prevent him from being able to It's easy to get rid of bug-like genes."
The teenager greeted He Yunting, and stepped back to Xu Zhiheng.
Xu Zhiheng looked at the young man with gentle eyes, a kind of overly kind tolerance.
"Beta is different." Xu Zhiheng said, "They don't have glands, and their mental power is extremely mediocre."
"So, so—" Xu Zhiheng raised his voice when he said this, "the problem becomes easier to solve."
"There is no need to repair the glands and rebuild the genes in the body like Azer, just turn the alien genes in their bodies into inert factors, no longer deteriorate, no longer express the zerg habits, even if they can't be restored as they were, at least It's also possible to slowly restore human traits."
"But Professor Xu, even if you're right, even if you save this child, it's just one of thousands of people." Lu Anhe said, "You can't save this child who is still in dire straits. planet."
Unexpectedly, Xu Zhiheng laughed.
"Not only this, but I made another discovery during your absence. Remember how the proton star got infected?"
"First a person, and then a school. At that time, there were students who had returned home and then returned to school, but the time of the family's illness was much different from that of their own children. It was not until the community they were in that similar cases began to appear. Followed by genetic infection."
Xu Zhiheng was clearly organized: "What does this mean? It means that aliens are not necessarily spread after close contact. Of course, if there is a large area of infection, this kind of symptoms will appear on them, and naturally it cannot be injected by people with ulterior motives. in."
This time he paused a little longer: "Perhaps you have heard that there was an infectious disease called 'cholera' on the earth hundreds of years ago."
"Of course we have no way of verifying where the source came from, but the water supply of Proton Star is cyclical. The reused water is recirculated until it is passed on to the next city…”
"But the central city is different from the outer ring cities. It has its own new set of independent water sources -- that's why the central city is still there, but none of the cities that flow through the circulation system are spared."
"So, cutting off communications and networks is meaningless," Xu Zhiheng said. "The most important thing to cut off are the supplies and water sources that they have been neglecting."
"I'm done." Xu Zhiheng opened his hands freely, "I haven't touched any water source in Licoro during the day. Logically speaking, I have no chance of being infected."
"Of course, if I am infected, I am an oga, and the effect will be faster than everyone present."
"I know everyone thinks I'm a lunatic, and I accept any punishment for leaving the team without authorization."
"But I will develop more and more antagonists as soon as possible," Xu Zhiheng said calmly, "if you are willing to take me back."
The city had already been cleaned up by them, and this inoffensive teenager in front of him was the last surviving life.
"The First Minister of Ming Dynasty"
For a long time no one spoke, and it seemed that even the air was stagnant.
After a long time, He Yunting's indifferent voice came out: "No one present can prove the truth of your words."
"I see."
"Get on my mecha." He Yunting's voice still showed no emotion. "Until things don't get better as you said, you can't touch any pilots in the team."
Lu Anhe said, "Boss..."
"If something goes wrong, I'll take the blame."
As He Yunting said that, he lowered the elevator in the second cockpit and landed in front of Xu Zhiheng.
The two cockpits of 2742 are interrelated and independent. He Yunting only enabled the lowest authority of the second cockpit, and he did not intend to come out and contact Xu Zhiheng.
Xu Zhiheng finally showed a relieved smile this time: "Admiral..."
He grabbed the boy's hand and wanted to pull him away.
"You can only come up alone." He Yunting added.
Xu Zhiheng's smile finally froze: "But he has improved! Why can't he take it back?"
"Since you've found a solution, you can just follow the same method when you go back, and you don't have to bring such a dangerous factor." Seeing that He Yunting didn't even want to explain, Lu Anhe said with help.
Xu Zhiheng simply couldn't understand: "He's all right now! He won't show those habits again and can even slowly resume speaking. It's still an excellent sample!"
But He Yunting completely ignored Xu Zhiheng's request without any room for negotiation: "Then is Professor Xu planning to accompany him here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, with the roar of the engine, he could direct the formation to leave in the next second, leaving this scientist with major research and a teenager who did not know what happened in this empty city.
Xu Zhiheng's composure was finally broken by He Yunting's words: "What's wrong with him? What's wrong with such a child! I promise with my life that he really won't have an accident..."
"impossible."
He Yunting seemed to have finally run out of patience. He even felt that talking to Xu Zhiheng was a waste of words, and he had no intention of arguing with him about the topic of kindness. He was about to put away the elevator that had been dropped for Xu Zhiheng and leave.
Xu Zhiheng's eyes were bloodshot all night, but no matter how he struggled, He Yunting was still the master here.
The silent air is also questioning him, do you want to save one person or most people.
"...I'll go with you."
Xu Zhiheng didn't even dare to look at the other party's face, turned his head in the corner of the boy's mouth raised blankly, and finally let go of his hand tremblingly.
The other party didn't understand the current situation, but just repeated "hello" again, standing there, watching everyone leave him blankly.
Since then, he has been the last abandoned survivor in the blood-washed Licoro city.
He Yunting did what he said, and after taking Xu Zhiheng back to the other cockpit of his mecha, without a moment's hesitation, he took all the pilots on his way back to Central City.
They arrived without a hitch a day later.
Xu Zhiheng's conclusion is undoubtedly a new direction, because the formation does not need to get out of the mecha to fight, and the proton star has no scientists who can survive after contacting the infected city. Xu Zhiheng was naturally arranged to a place before he arrived in the capital. In the quarantine area that has been prepared.
It is limited to three days. If he does not have any suspicious situation during the whole process of monitoring, then he will consider Xu Zhiheng's suggestion as appropriate.
The water circulation of some cities that have not been completely occupied has been cut off, and the communication has been restored. If Xu Zhiheng is right, after he lifts the restrictions, Proton Star will take a new round of measures to deal with it.
The scheduled clean-up was also temporarily cancelled, and the formation rarely had three days of free time in the Proton Star.
Of course, the so-called idle is relative. After all, you can only move around nearby, and you can't even stretch your fists during training. There is also a special person who is responsible for watching all Xu Zhiheng's every move every day, to guard against any accidents.
There is indeed nothing unusual about him. Even if the conditions in the isolation area are very limited, he has never stopped his research, which is very in line with his academic obsession.
No one mentions the three cities that have been cleaned up, the aliens who have been attacked by high-end weapons and have no bones left. Maybe they should not die here, but nothing can be turned back. Before everything is clear, they can only On hold for now.
No one dared to speak to He Yunting these days, except for his adjutant.
And a certain mecha designer in the research institute in the core area.
Lin Han took the initiative to contact He Yunting the next night.
He took the initiative to open the video, and the other party was resting in the temporary war room, and his expression could not be seen.
No one mentioned about the video that day, and the perpetrator is sleeping now, and can't ask any results.
"I've seen his younger brother with Qi Jiamu." Lin Han reported to him, "The situation is much better than before, and the glands are also recovering."
"Um."
"Although I don't know how long it will take to get better, but it seems to be in good condition." Even though He Yunting looked no different from usual now, Lin Han just felt something was wrong and called out his name.
"I'm here." He Yunting replied quickly, but he usually only responded to reports, but today he paused and added, "It's good to be able to recover..."
After saying these words, he fell into silence again, only looking at Lin Han, but did not speak.
Because of the restoration of communications across the Proton Star, some gossip has always flowed out.
Those three cities were originally dead cities, and the other cities that had been waiting for the trial with trepidation found that the army sent by the empire had not taken any further measures against them for so long.
So some of these messages still flowed into the Empire.
The people of the Empire did not know the seriousness of the Proton Star, and just thinking that it was good news, some blindly confident people had already begun to praise the formation.
Lin Han originally wanted to ask if it was really better, but looking at the face of the person opposite, he still didn't ask.
He didn't feel right.
At least not right now.
He Yunting didn't like to talk at all, but Lin Han obediently reported his current situation to him, and picked up a few interesting things to tell He Yunting.
"By the way, I just learned today that some people in the research institute are guessing whether I am in a relationship with someone." Lin Han also found it interesting, "Maybe it is the reason why Qi Jiamu came to pick me up recently."
He saw He Yunting's eyes flashing, and continued: "But they certainly can't guess who it is."
In fact, Lin Han was not a talkative person at first, but at this moment, he subconsciously wanted to make He Yunting happy, so he kept talking.
"Lin Han." He Yunting finally interrupted him, "I'm fine."
All Lin Han's words got stuck.
He felt that being in a different place was a torment.
He Yunting had long been used to not saying anything. It seemed like this, he was the only one who swallowed those difficulties and kept them in his heart, no one knew.
If he asked himself, He Yunting would definitely tell the truth, but if it was something that made him struggle, saying it again would be tantamount to gouging out a piece of meat, how could he be willing to make him suffer again.
Considering each other for each other, they became silent.
"…Okay." He nodded and looked at the other side again.
"Lin Han." He Yunting actually didn't understand what he was talking about, but he couldn't help but want to call him by his name.
Lin Han, Lin Han.
You don't have to try to comfort me, no matter what time, as long as you are happy.
"I miss you too."
He Yunting said.
Lin Han was stunned for a long time, but he didn't expect such words to actually come out of the other party's mouth.
He Yunting seemed calm at the moment.
In addition to the day he confessed, it was the first time he spoke out his thoughts so frankly.
There is no need for such things as mind reading, he can also tell the other party.
There has never been a sun that everyone yearns for. He is just a despicable slayer and a dark mausoleum.
He looked at the young man opposite him who was still in a daze, and suddenly he wanted to do something, say something, want him to be his own, want to see him get his own taste, and want to hear him make a voice that is only related to himself . This moment has nothing to do with the instinct of the body, even if he has a thousand ways to hold the other party by his side, he still wants him to take the initiative to walk towards him step by step and be his private property.
Even though Lin Han was not his personal belongings, he wanted to seize the illusion at this time.
Lin Han said "Wait a minute" and disappeared from the screen for half a minute.
Soon He Yunting heard a rustling sound, and after a while, the young man reappeared in the light screen.
"I'm sorry for flipping through your closet." He apologized very sincerely, and then smiled at He Yunting again.
He was wearing a pale blue military uniform coat, which could almost cover his legs due to its large size.
Lin Han's white fabric was simple and soft. He climbed back onto the bed, sat on it, crossed his hands again, and wrapped himself around the collar of his military uniform: "Okay."
The military uniform was wrapped around the young man. He hugged his knees and said to He Yunting with a smile, "Then treat it like you are holding me now."
"I don't know how to make you feel less sad now." Even though there was no face-to-face, even through a virtual screen, Lin Han seemed to be able to guess what He Yunting was thinking, "Then at least for now, you can leave it alone for now. Be a hero to so many people."
"You are my Prometheus alone."
The author has something to say: I slept for a while and wrote a paragraph yesterday, and I was so sleepy afterwards, and I woke up: what did I write about
It turned out that there was a problem with the font on the cover, and the new cover was not made, so I can only pick up a hat to pick up the guest.
This chapter sends 50 red envelopes
There are 4 paragraphs in this chapter, you are reading (paragraph 5)
There are 4 paragraphs in this chapter, you are reading (paragraph 6)
There are 4 paragraphs in this chapter, you are reading (paragraph 7)
There are 4 paragraphs in this chapter, you are reading (paragraph 8)
There are 4 paragraphs in this chapter, you are reading (paragraph 9)