There is a command post in the center of the military base left by the Anti-Ukraine Association. Lin Jingheng temporarily lived in the lounge next to the conference hall on the fifth floor of the command post. The sound of mechas rising and falling was deafening, and it was not for long-term living. The Anti-Ukraine Association actually planned a special accommodation area, with mountains and waters away from noise, but Lin Jingheng was too far away and was too lazy to go there.
Lu Bixing didn't want to meet too many people, so he didn't take the elevator. He flew a kiss to the smart monitor in the corner, and slipped into the emergency stairwell.
Lu Bixing carried a heavy "Eighth Galaxy" and ran up the stairs briskly. Just now in front of everyone, his attention was distracted by the chief who was worried about the country and the people, and he had not yet returned to his heart like an arrow. At this time, in the empty stairwell, all the distracting thoughts fell like a tide, and the thought of seeing Lin Jingheng was like "getting out of the water. ", unprecedentedly strong. Qi Xingxing's gravitational force seemed to fail him for a short time. Every step of Lu Bixing seemed to be able to fly, and he quickly changed from one step to two layers. At the junction of the fourth floor and the fifth floor, Lu Bixing was no longer at all. I remember walking a few steps, as if with a kick, he "flyed" to the fifth floor.
The happiness in his heart was like a balloon that was constantly inflated, inflated to the top as he came out of the stairwell - and then vented into the empty hallway again.
Because when Lin Jingheng was there, people on this floor were always coming and going, so it was absolutely impossible to be so quiet.
Lu Bixing's fast-beating heart fell vertically, smashing a hole in his heart.
"Not here." He exhaled a breath of heat, and was disappointed in the place for ten seconds, then laughed at himself, and came to the door of Lin Jingheng's lounge. He first put down the heavy "Eighth Galaxy", then raised his wrist, ready to contact Lin Jingheng , sighed, "I still want to surprise you."
At this time, Lu Bixing's unintentionally raised elbow rubbed against the door of the lounge. As soon as he touched the door panel, he noticed a ray swept across, and a mechanical voice came from his ear: "Scan identity—"
Lu Bixing was stunned for a moment and thought, "Is this a visitor recorder installed?"
The visitor recorder is a small device installed on the door lock. When a visitor arrives, it can scan and identify the identity of the visitor. Colleagues send the visitor information to the owner's personal terminal.
Lu Bixing quickly adjusted his expression and posture, leaned his shoulders against the door, and greeted the scanner suavely: "Hi, General, it's me, you"
He wanted to say "surprised or not", but before the show was released, he heard the very intelligent door say: "Pass."
Lu Bixing: "Huh?"
With a "click", the door of the lounge opened, and Lu Bixing, who was leaning against the door, was caught off guard and almost fell into it.
Lu Bixing subconsciously stretched out his hand to support the wall, just happened to support the sliding door of the wardrobe at the door, the sliding door moved forward twenty centimeters, revealing a row of identical shirts, Lu Bixing and the shirts looked at each other for a moment, until then, he realized himself He broke into Lin's lounge.
He looked back at the lock of the lounge in disbelief: "You just put me in like this? Are you broken?"
The door lock—not smart enough to chat with him, silently.
Lu Bixing accidentally opened someone else's diary. On the one hand, he was so curious that he was scratching his heart, on the other hand, he was inexplicably flustered and short of breath, and did not dare to look around. He hesitated for a moment at a loss, and suddenly realized that Lin had set his passable permission on the lounge door, which was equivalent to giving him the key without telling him.
His surprise hadn't been delivered yet, he had already received one.
Lu Bixing held his breath involuntarily, a thin layer of sweat appeared in his vest, carefully picked up his "Eighth Galaxy", and tiptoed into the small lounge of Lin Jingheng.
The area here is small and the furnishings are simple. Except for the wardrobe and bathroom at the entrance, there is only a refrigerator less than one meter high and a single bed. The sheets are extremely flat, like iron, and they are spotlessly white. Lu Bixing is embarrassed to sit. He was on the bed, but he turned around the house three times, but he couldn't find a place to sit.
Fortunately, the floor was spotless, so Lu Bixing simply placed the "Eighth Galaxy" on top of the refrigerator, lifted his trouser legs, sat on the ground, took the refrigerator as his back, looked around the small and orderly space, and remembered his own. The den where chickens and dogs danced, the initial flattery passed, and he began to worry about his thoughts, thinking: "This is about to become a cleanliness? Will he be able to bear me when he is with him in the future?"
There are countless stories about being in love and being difficult to get along with in the book, and how many feelings are buried in the details of daily life.
The more Lu Bixing thought about it, the more serious the problem became. He seriously thought about the details of his life. He opened his personal terminal, projected the projection onto the opposite white wall, and wrote and drew on it with an electronic device. He wanted to design an automatic The home cleaning system detects that when Lin Jingheng arrives in ten minutes, it can clean the whole house with one click - dust removal, noise reduction, disinfection, sonic cleaning of clothes, and then put everything back in place
Lu Bixing traveled around the eight galaxies for a week with the chief, sometimes during the day and sometimes at night, flying in the mecha for more than ten hours. The furniture jumped up and down in his mind, making a mess, and he fell asleep leaning against the small refrigerator, and there were still messy projections on the white wall.
The identification system on the gate is not very intelligent. Only when a "visitor" is scanned, will it send a letter to Lin Jingheng's personal terminal. Those who have the right to pass will be automatically regarded as the owner by it, so it remains silent.
When Lin Jingheng came back, it was almost evening.
Turan interrogated the captives, but as expected, there was no gain. He reported as he walked: "These people are paid to work, and they don't know who their superiors are. They are very organized. There is a person similar to the team leader who said, He used to transport 'opium' in the Seven Galaxy, and he was just sent to the Eight Galaxy to test the water. There should be ten to twenty small mecha teams accompanying him. Working for them, the pay is very generous, and the chip can be replaced for free. "
Lin Jingheng: "Replace the chip for free? They all injected this kind of chip."
"Yeah, otherwise, with these little gangsters, how can the human-machine matching degree be so high - their average is at least 80% or more, since we were dragged down by the self-defense force's gang of brats, I'm very old I've never seen the number above eight. Fortunately, they can't do it well, and we have a lot of people." Turan said, "Don't you have to disassemble the chip before asking? Hey, it's so sad that no anesthetic will work. Awakening alive, screaming and wailing, without torture to extract confessions, they will go crazy. The pleasure and power brought by this chip is unimaginable, much more powerful than the Garden of Eden.”
After all, the Garden of Eden is regulated, whether it is to regulate hormone levels or stimulate the senses, it all needs to undergo a strict medical evaluation to ensure safety and health. Back then, Yevgenia made a public statement to Lin Jingheng, with traces of hormonal stimulation. After being reported, Yevgenia, the marketing company, and the regional Eden supervision department each paid a fine of 50 million yuan because they slightly exceeded the amount stipulated by the management committee. Of course, they are all in one group.
But the people's reliance on the Garden of Eden is, in the final analysis, psychological.
Lin Jingheng asked, "Are you saying that this chip will destroy the structure of the brain and cause irreversible dependence?"
Turan said decisively: "Absolutely, I got that variant of the rainbow virus a while ago, didn't Mr. Lu invite a medical team? I asked them to take a look, and they replied to me just now, the specific situation needs further study. , but I am afraid that this chip is more harmful than the existing drugs on the market. Among the prisoners we captured, the shortest one used the biochip only used it for a week, and already had a very serious withdrawal reaction, general, if this continues, even in the future The Garden of Eden is restored, and those who are infected with the 'opium' chip will not be able to get rid of this stuff."
Lin Jingheng frowned. He suddenly remembered that when Lu Bixing disassembled the chip, he didn't have much reaction. The first time he saw that he was a little unwilling, but there was no substantial resistance, and the injuries on his body were all during the use of the chip. He was attacked by external forces, and his mood was stable. Afterwards, he was placed in the medical cabin for a physical examination, and there was no addiction warning in the medical cabin.
He remembered that the one-eyed eagle had told him that Lu Bixing had a certain degree of empty brain symptoms when he was a child
"They went to the Eighth Galaxy to promote this kind of thing, and the banner was 'Eden'. Anyway, the people of the Eighth Galaxy have never seen what the real Eden looks like," Turan continued, "The first time the chip is implanted is free, But it has to be replaced almost once a month, and how to set the price after that, the other party said that they have not notified them yet, and they are waiting to see the results of the implementation of the Eight Galaxy."
Lin Jingheng pondered for a moment: "The medical system in the Garden of Eden can detect the harm of this kind of biochip. Once the Garden of Eden is restored, people who have never touched this thing will return to the 'protective shell'. How much profit can the people behind the scenes make from it? Depends on how long Eden is absent, so will this person be someone who can affect the restoration process of Eden? For example, he will have a certain say in the management committee."
Turan said immediately: "Understood, seven directors and their close relatives."
She said that she had no intention, but Lin Jingheng suddenly had a shadow in her heart, thinking of Lin Jingshu, who was said to have been sent to the Angel City Fortress in the first batch.
At this time, the two of them had come to the door of the lounge. Lin Jingheng absently reached out and pushed the door. The door lock immediately passed the identity of the owner and automatically bounced, but a ray of light streamed out of the room.
The two people at the door were stunned at the same time.
In this dark room, a beam of projection light hit the wall, making the cold white wall a warm light effect. Messy lines and numbers hung crookedly on the wall, and there were a few lines of nonsense underneath. Remember, I couldn't read what was written, and accidentally embellished the empty wall, and the tone of the whole room softened.
On the small refrigerator at the bedside, I don't know who put a crystal glass ball with a diameter of about one meter. On it is a crystal clear starry sky. The stars and the small stone carvings shone together, and the shadows were drawn diagonally on the snow-white sheets, a radiant brilliance.
Lin Jingheng took two steps forward and found the light source - Lu Bixing's wrist on his knee, while the others had already curled their legs and fell asleep in this position. Part of the light reflected in the crystal ball also flowed through his side face. The hair that I haven't trimmed for a long time hangs by my ears, and the ends of my hair seem to be dotted with stars.
Turan raised her hand to cover her mouth, screaming in her heart that she was fooled. She actually thought that this person was a pure-hearted technical nerd, and she didn't hesitate to share the experience of being a guy with him!
No wonder Lu Bixing rejected her with a dignified face at that time, it turned out to be a hidden folk master! Turan glanced at Lin Jingheng's expression secretly, and felt a series of parallel sentences in his heart: "General, take a break, underestimate the enemy, and plant it."
Without saying a word, Turan turned around and withdrew. Before leaving, he closed the door for them and ran all the way. He still had lingering fears. He felt that his outlook on life against a fixed spouse had been shaken, and he had to stay away from them.
Lin Jingheng heard a soft knock on the door, and then came back, only to find that Turan had already run away. He was like a fool lost in an unfamiliar place. After staying for a while, he walked over lightly, slowly and half-kneeled, his raised hand hesitantly hung in the air, his fingers stretched out and curled back, repeatedly. Several times, I don't know what to do.
He remembered his tenth birthday - his and Jingshu's birthdays were a little special. For some unknown reason, the real birthday was half a month earlier than the day registered in the Garden of Eden, so every year, the garden of Eden and the surrounding people would be killed on the wrong day. People were so noisy all day that they couldn't clean up. On a serious birthday, they could only exchange an e-card with my sister. I was used to it.
It's just that year, he just separated from his sister, and Lin Jingshu didn't know what was going on. He couldn't get in touch with his personal terminal, and he couldn't send out the greeting cards like a routine every year. Girl, dazed and disturbed. But in someone else's house, he had to endure what he should do, pretending to be nothing, so he was listless all day, and refused Eden's request to regulate his emotions four times until he returned to his room at night, opened the door, and bumped into him head-on. There is a simulated mecha model in the room - a little taller than adults, and the proportion of the interstellar mecha is exactly the same. Children can lie in it, and there is even a simulated safety net, which can be played after connecting.
Lin Jingheng remembered that he was stunned at the door, forgetting which leg he should take, and thought in disbelief, "Is this a gift for me?"
Without the ten-year-old mecha-shaped game console, Lin Jingheng might not necessarily have entered the Ulan Academy, entangled with mechas for life, he might have become a scholar, a mediocre staff member in a government department, or Leave Votor early and go to the desolate interstellar wanderings.
Nearly 40 years have passed, Lin Jingheng looked at the young man in front of him, and something indescribable welled up in his heart.
He thought: Is this a gift for me
At this time, Lu Bixing may be in an uncomfortable position, he suddenly moved, his head leaning on the refrigerator door rolled to one side, breaking his balance, and seeing that he was about to fall to one side, Lin Jingheng hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him, wrapping his cold fingers around him The side face, Lu Bixing woke up suddenly.
He was a little sleepy, and for a moment forgot where he was. Looking at Lin Jingheng in front of him, his mind went blank: "Uh, me"
Lin Jingheng moved his hand away from his face, the temperature on his palm seemed to be sticky, sticking to him, making him not want to let go: "Huh?"
Lu Bixing became nervous for no reason, licked his lips unconsciously, and explained incoherently, "I'm here to deliver something, uh, that door will open as soon as you push it, you"
He suddenly choked in his throat, because Lin Jingheng's hand that left his side face rested on the small refrigerator behind him, and suddenly approached, Zhou Zheng's deep eyebrows suddenly became pressing when he looked at it from a distance. The gray fog seemed to stir up a storm and was going to devour him. Lu Bixing heard him say in a very low, but rarely indifferent voice, "I set your permission to pass."
Lu Bixing's fingers hanging on one side tightened.
Lin Jingheng's eyes dropped slightly, fell on his lips, and then slid away again. This person asked in a destructive manner: "I'm not very easy to get along with, and I'm not very good to you, why did you choose me?"
Lu Bixing: ""
You are very unpleasant, brother, do you need to submit a paper on this
So Lu Bixing asked back: "Give the permission first and then interview - General, is there something wrong with the personnel appointment and dismissal procedure of your Silver Fortress? Since you want to kiss me, why do you endure it?"
Lin Jingheng was silent for a moment, his tightly stitched shirt and military boots were restrained, confining him horizontally and vertically in a certain area, even when he was wearing fancy clothes on the Beijing β star, the military uniform and gloves with his throat were still faint. The ground is around him, always think twice, always endure.
Why bear it
He repeated these words unconsciously in his heart, suddenly stepped forward, covered Lu Bixing's lips, closed his eyes, as if he had fallen off the wire rope between ten thousand zhang tall buildings, kept falling, kept losing control, and passed through the center of the planet. , and fell into a more empty universe.
His soul floated weightlessly, and the chaotic color poured into the black-and-white years of the past, making him dizzy.
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