Lu Bixing stayed under the calendar for a while, remembering that before he went to deliver supplies to Saturday, there was no such mark on the calendar, it should have been added temporarily.
He glanced back, the mecha was directly opposite, and across two doors and a small road was the administrative building, Lin Jingheng's room was lit up.
Since he was accidentally punctured by Zhan Lu last time, Lu Bixing has not spoken to Lin Jingheng alone for a long time.
At the beginning, as soon as he closed his eyes every day before going to bed, he would think of Lin Jingheng's complicated and surprised eyes. As far as the embarrassment of this matter was concerned, in Lu Bixing's personal experience, he was able to rank in the top ten. He hid from Lin Jingheng for a few days with embarrassed brows. Fortunately, Principal Lu is still young, and his youthful face is always surprisingly flexible. After a few days, he adjusted his mental state and planned to go to Lin Jingheng for a "theory-practice" talk.
Then he found that Lin began to avoid him.
Lin Jingheng may have some special stealth function. When driving a behemoth as heavy as three, he can actually make a ghost. Except for routine exercises, at other times, this person will be invisible without any black technology. . Only now did Lu Bixing understand why Lin had such an important item in the anti-tracking system in the first place. If the Ten Silver Guards could all have the stunt of disappearing out of thin air, then they really didn't need so many layers of insurance.
At this time, the lights in Lin Jingheng's room were on, and judging from the brightness, the lights he turned on were not the small lights he used when he was working at his desk.
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This is usually the preparation for the reception.
Lin is waiting for him.
But Lu Bixing patrolled the path between the administration building and the mecha for a while, and felt a dilemma.
A long time ago, Lu Bixing's goals were not high. He just wanted to do his best to reduce unnecessary casualties in this war. Fortunately, he was able to keep this base. He thought about trying not to disturb Lin's plan as much as possible, preferably taking into account the overall situation and local aspects.
But after all, he didn't have the heart of Lin Jingheng that could jump out of the world at any time.
After three months of living together, he watched these weed-like beings struggle repeatedly in the sinking, watching them try to get up like humans, fall down, and then roll on the ground. Together with them, he transformed the tattered base into the present. The way they look today, they can call out almost everyone's name. Lin Jingheng and Cyclops know the "rules" tacitly, and they never ask about other people's names and lives, because they know that it's all glue, which will bring people together. People stick together, and if they stick too much, it's hard to part with them.
From childhood to adulthood, Lu Bixing has endured a lot of hardships and received a lot of love. They gave him a solid foundation at the beginning of his life, so that his family was destroyed to this point, he can still heal his scars and forget the pain, I believe Things will always turn around, and things will always turn out for the better.
But he might be wrong.
At this time, the base was shrouded in darkness, and it was less than three hours before the three-month contract expired. Foucault and the weasel have learned how to hide in the anti-tracking system and will disband the Self-Defense Forces on Saturday. They tried their best, but still didn't have time to look like a man.
At this point, Lu Bixing no longer has a solution.
He didn't know whether he should go up and ask Lin Jingheng.
Three months is the biggest concession that Lin Jingheng can make. This is based on the famous "Hundred Days Hypothesis" in the history of interstellar warfare, put forward by General Lu Xin, and Lu Bixing has read that if a highly destructive all-out war breaks out between the stars, When the communication network breaks down, all parties that rely too heavily on information will be slowed down. Due to the complexity of the cosmic environment, after the collapse of the communication network, except for the out-and-out medical accident like Prince Gloria, everyone will be cautious and radiate their spheres of influence around their respective strongholds, and the scale of conflicts will also be greatly reduced. Usually It will take three to four months for the new pattern to take shape initially. At that time, the situation will change rapidly, and it will be really late if you don't show up.
Lu Bixing didn't want to test whether Lin would make concessions for personal feelings. Reasonable, he should not delay General Lin's footsteps any longer.
But what about the people at the base
Should Saturdays, holidays, Big Sister Foucault, Weasel, Fat Sister, Movie Granny be quietly swallowed up by this damn era
"Mr. Lu?" Someone called him from behind, and Lu Bixing turned around to see that it was Sister Fatty.
The fat sister dressed very casually, and walked out with slippers on, her freshly washed hair was wrapped with an absorbent towel, and she was carrying two large pockets in her hand, and she was looking at him strangely: "I saw someone from a long distance. After going back and forth, I realized that it was you. It's so late, what are you doing here?"
Lu Bixing smiled bitterly: "Why did you go again?"
"Cough, it's not all those old people who don't die," said the fat sister, "every day is a demon, if it's New Year's Day, it's going to be New Year's Day, and in the middle of the night, let me deliver cakes to them - I want to say, these old people I have lost all my teeth, and have a shitty year, don't you know that I am a year younger?"
Lu Bixing was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the calendar hanging on the mecha. It turned out that he only paid attention to the dead line and didn't look at the date carefully. It was the last day of the year.
No wonder the plan to disband the Self-Defense Force on Saturday insisted on returning to the voyage after tonight.
While scolding and complaining, the fat sister rustled open the food bag in her hand, and took out a thermal lunch box and stuffed it to Lu Bixing. Inside was a traditional "lunch box cake", which originated in the earth era, and was This kind of cake has no shape and is generally made by hand. The cake maker stacks the ingredients layer by layer in the lunch box and eats it with a spoon, which is simple and friendly.
The fat sister also drizzled chocolate sauce on the cake and wrote "Happy New Year".
"Have you eaten yet? Take this back for a late-night snack." The fat sister tucked him the lunch box, raised her hand and slapped him on the back, "I'm going to eat late-night, a big boy, thin like this Monkey-like when my son was your age, he was much stronger than you, weighing more than two hundred and thirty pounds."
Lu Bixing gave a dry laugh: "This goal is too far away, I'd better be slimmer, Sister Fatty, walk slowly."
The fat sister waved at him, and walked in the direction of the residential area with a twist.
She lives alone, has no children, and is said to have had a little boy, who died before the age of ten. The boy who died prematurely grew up in her imagination, and according to her aesthetics, he grew into a burly man of more than 200 pounds. Now he may be waiting for her to watch the night at home.
Lu Bixing looked down at the crooked writing on the cake, took a deep breath, turned and walked towards the lighted administrative building, he thought, "I shouldn't know those stories."
Ten sailing days away, the mechs of the Self-Defense Forces gathered together. These shrimp soldiers and crab generals had enough sleep during the day, and when the time was right, they gathered together to brag, and waited for the New Year without the bell.
During the holiday, he pinched the ashes of his beloved rabbit, opened a compressed nutritious meal, took a bite, and said happily, "I have a tuna flavor, and it is the most auspicious to eat fish during the Chinese New Year."
"Who said it, where did the tradition come from, did you make it up?"
"Traditions of the ancient earth," the famous Ma Bao said "buzzing" during the holiday, "this is what my mother told."
There was a burst of laughter in the communication channel, and all kinds of foul language came out like a blowout, arguing with them furiously during the holiday.
He didn't make a sound on Saturday. He lay flat on the mecha's console, closed his eyes, and looked out through the fine net. The surrounding was surrounded by beams of light from his companions' mechas, and the fine net was still receiving a steady stream of messages from the universe. Energy and waves, half-understood lines are drawn on the energy monitoring chart.
At some point, the communication channel suddenly became quiet, and when he came back on Saturday, he heard someone calling him.
"Huh?" he asked. "What did you just say?"
"Do you really want to disband the Self-Defense Forces?" a self-defense team member asked. "Actually, I don't think we are worse than anyone else. Even if Foucault and the others are numerous, the weasel-we are better than the weasel and the others? They are all shy and refuse to disband, we Why disband first?"
"I never dreamed that one day I would be able to drive a mecha to the sky, and I would be able to patrol and exercise," another self-defense team member said.
"There is no physical training today, I haven't moved for a day, and my body is rusty."
"Saturday brother, disbanded the Self-Defense Forces, what will we do in the future?"
After a moment of silence on Saturday, he rolled over impatiently, turned his back to the communication channel, and said angrily: "What should I do? If you are unwilling, you can join another team, so that you don't think you were busy before."
On vacation, he blurted out, "But we just want to follow you!"
On Saturday, my heart was stagnant, and my tears almost didn't come down. I tried to hold it back. I stared at the energy monitoring map on the mecha with wide eyes, trying to let the tears dry naturally, and gritted my teeth silently.
But those people still didn't want to shut up, and they started with a word on vacation, and the self-defense team members started talking behind him.
"I joined the Self-Defense Force because I wanted to follow you. If it weren't for you, who would make me run and dance every day at six o'clock?"
"I don't like weasels. There are too many people on Foucault's side. It's boring to fish in troubled waters."
"Saturday brother, is there any discussion on this matter?"
"Liu, ask me to tell"
On Saturday, he felt that his eye sockets were about to burst, and even the energy monitoring chart in front of him swayed. He couldn't bear to lower his head and wiped his eyes - then he saw clearly that the energy monitoring chart was indeed moving!
The complicated lines rippling back and forth like water waves. The outermost line fluctuates so greatly that it almost spreads out of the monitoring chart. Row of formulas automatically pop up on the screen. The rationality and emotion in his mind were not separated on Saturday. After a moment of daze, he thought to himself, "What does this thing mean?"
He jumped up abruptly, dug out his personal terminal, found the simple instruction book that Lu Bixing had made for them, and approached the monitoring map for comparison. Immediately, he was startled and found an identical image on the "instruction manual", with the label at the bottom like " Unidentified mecha (armed) is approaching".
"Stop talking nonsense first!" Saturday roared into the gloomy communication channel, and quickly turned on the monitoring function of the anti-tracking system. In the farthest periphery, he saw a few shadowy and hideous mecha silhouettes, "Send a message to the base. Letter, there are unknown mechas approaching ten, more! Check your defenses and weaponry! Hurry up!"
In the base, Lin Jingheng waited in the room well prepared and opened the door for Lu Bixing.
Lu Bixing raised his hand at him a little embarrassedly to say hello, and glanced at the lunch box cake in his hand, as if he had found a reason: "Today is New Year's Eve, I'm coming to you, er, to share a piece of cake."
Speaking of this, he remembered something again, and glanced at Lin Jingheng's house: "That"
"Zhan Lu is not here, don't worry." Lin Jingheng gestured to him sideways to enter the room, "I left him in Chongsanli."
Lu Bixing - a super AI fan who once coveted Zhan Lu - heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that he was a little anti-tech recently.
Lin Jingheng's desk is covered with a three-dimensional interstellar route map, extending from the desktop to the roof. He waved his hand away, motioned for Lu Bixing to sit down, poured him another cup of coffee, and straight to the point: "See the calendar, you come now. Looking for me, have you decided what to say?"
Lu Bixing choked for a moment, and his tensed shoulders collapsed: "No, I just came back from Saturday and haven't eaten yet, you wait for me for a while."
Lin Jingheng wanted to entertain him, but he opened the freezer next to him and saw that the whole cabinet of nutritious meals was more tidy than the bricks laying on the wall, and he was not as sincere as the lunch box and cake, so he had to give up.
"Don't just watch me eat," Lu Bixing took an extra spoon, and lightly touched him with his toes under the table, "Try it."
Lin Jingheng didn't move.
Lu Bixing then sighed, dug out a small piece, and handed it to his mouth: "Give me a face."
Lin Jingheng first frowned and turned his head to avoid it. After two seconds of stalemate, he couldn't help but let out a long breath. He took a bite of his hand as if taking poison.
Lu Bixing's eyes slid over the spoon and landed on Lin Jingheng's lips, and then forcibly moved away, staring at the clock in the corner of the table - it was two hours and ten minutes before zero.
"There's still time, let me say something else first," he said suddenly, "I've been wanting to talk to you for the past few days!"
Lu Bixing cleared his throat with all his strength, and sat up straight, as if he was in a serious interview: "The last time I went to see you was when I put you in the medical cabin, when you fell asleep, I was right I did a full body scan myself."
Lin Jingheng: ""
This unusual beginning made him not know how to answer.
Lu Bixing touched his nose, and he realized that he said this as if the terminally ill patient was saying goodbye to relatives and friends. He bit his head and cleared his throat: "I found that the hormones were abnormal at that time."
He glanced at Lin Jingheng quickly, his eyes swayed up and down a few times, and finally stopped on the pair of gray irises as if he mustered up his courage, Lu Bixing said incoherently: "I don't have much experience, but according to the theory, The conclusion should be"
At this moment, the personal terminal on his wrist suddenly lit up red like a searchlight.
The interrupted Lu Bixing almost choked to death. Just as he was about to forcibly cover the personal terminal, he saw a blood-red alarm—a remote fixed-point communication from the mecha contact.
The next moment, the contact of the mecha suddenly woke up, all the lights were on, the alarm sound came from the speakers buried in the ground of the entire base, countless extinguished lights came on, and the silent base was clamoring everywhere, Lu Bixing looked sharply. To Lin Jingheng.
"I haven't communicated to the outside world yet," Lin Jingheng stood up and opened the curtains, "Take a step back and say, even if it is passed, it will require a response from Baiyin Jiu to establish a long-distance communication channel. Searching squad - get in touch."
Lu Bixing didn't wait for him to speak, turned around and ran.
The cake of "Happy New Year" was left on the table, and a corner has been dug away, leaving only the words "Happy New Year".
The voyage patrol is ten sailing days away, far beyond the scope of the base's intranet. On Saturday, they used the transition points along the way to contact the base at a fixed point.
"Saturday, what's going on?"
Saturday's voice was very tense, and it came intermittently: "Your anti-tracking system just saw a mech team approaching, I can't see it may be pirates, and I don't know how many people there are? What do you say during the holiday? Oh? , yes! They seem to be sending out a detection signal, let me check, this signal is"
"Vallen ray," Lin Jingheng picked up his voice, "also called mine-sweeping probe, which is used by Prince Gloria's guard."
There was a definite sigh of relief on Saturday.
"It doesn't matter," Lu Bixing said quickly, "the energy siphon problem of the anti-tracking system has been solved last time, the Vallen ray can't locate you, and the external network of the base is not open. It should be just a coincidence that they approached."
"Well, it's a coincidence. They can't detect anything, they may return to the voyage, or they may continue to deepen." Lin Jingheng interrupted him lightly, "Yiren's troops were completely wiped out, Prince Gloria must be panicked, and there is a reason. I believe that there is a deadly weapon in ambush at the edge of the eight galaxies. Aresvon lost a Genius, and he will be more careful after that. In order to avoid risks, I guess the detection team he sent will not exceed fifteen small mechas. Don't be nervous, just confirm again."
Fifteen little mechas were like fifteen flies in his mouth, but he couldn't comfort Saturday - because the Self-Defense Force only had thirty mechas, and the other party was a murderous interstellar pirate, and they were all killed. The three star wars who had no time to protest.
Saturday: "He, he, they are still approaching, what should I do with us?"
"If you want, you can continue to hide." Lin Jingheng said, "but I suggest you cut off communication now."
Saturday: "Huh? What, what?"
"If the other party continues to go deeper, it may pass the anti-tracking system by mistake," Lu Bixing said. "The long-range signal you pass through the transition point will be located."
"Or kill them before that." Lin Jingheng said coldly, involuntarily giving an order, "Zhan Lu, send a positioning signal to Bai Yinjiu."
The Chongsan in the mecha made a light sound, and the entire body was covered with silver light. Powerful energy fluctuations rippling out along the water waves of countless transition points, and the calm lake water seemed to fall into a torpedo.
On Saturday, he saw the pirate clan, who had been exploring carefully, suddenly stopped, suddenly changed formation, and became heavily guarded, revealing the nightmarish flag of Prince Gloria's guard on the fuselage. He was about to collapse: "Lin, Lin Lin. General, who killed who? Ahhh! Damn, they used missiles to make way!"
"Congratulations, fate made you no longer have to choose," Lin Jingheng turned around, pressed Lu Bixing's shoulder, took a pair of snow-white gloves from his pocket, and put them on his hands as he walked, "This is a team of detectives. The pirates of Lu 'sacrifice', let your two teams that will only shrink their heads together, that group of waste will not make an emergency jump, so you have to make a jump, right? It takes about three hours to rush past, which is almost enough - how long will it take to assemble? "
Lu Bixing took a deep breath: "It may take twenty minutes."
"Okay," Admiral Lin was shocked by this number and nodded helplessly, "Twenty minutes, let your elderly suburban light group wear dentures, clean his bladder, and come with me."
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