Nanmen II is a pair of double stars, and in fact more than half of the stars in the universe are double stars—two stars radiating light and heat slowly orbiting each other with a central point on their connection. Gravity is like a line that connects two billiard balls, which are opposite each other in space and move in a circle around the midpoint of the line of gravity.
In addition to binary stars, there are also multiple stars in a rotating equilibrium system - one star revolves around another star, and a third star revolves around the first and second stars. This is called a triple star, and they are A bizarre balance has been reached, and even quadruple stars, pentagrams, and other celestial systems known as "polystars".
Gravity is everywhere, and the Star of Eternal Sun is a planet of the Nanmen Two Binary Stars. It moves celestially around the host star, and the rotation period is just when the first sun is far away from it, and the light of the second sun is successfully connected. Two stars shine on opposite sides of the planet from different angles, and the light is everywhere.
As a result, this planet will never have dark nights. The distance between the two stars of Nanmen is always close and sometimes far away, which makes the angle of illumination reach a perfect balance. The temperature of the star of Eternal Day is constant. °C cosmic temperature scale.
This is a planet full of light. When two suns appear in the sky at the same time, dawn and evening come at the same time, dyeing the sky a magnificent fiery red.
The flaming flower of the Star of Eternal Day is thriving. The Republic bought it in 18903 in the Era of Light. After changing hands several times, the right to use it for a period of 2,400 years fell into the hands of an organization called the Punes Chamber of Commerce. They started here. A charitable fundraiser for the entire galaxy, including some archaeological relics, a small number of advanced robots, clothing, memorabilia and art.
This was a grand event. Opal parked his spaceship among countless magnificent and luxurious private airships of the Empire and the Republic, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.
"You should spend 3,000 yuan to scrub your Era-VI." Raymond said, holding up his suit jacket.
Opal said: "Unfortunately, this part is not included in the allowance, but forget it."
"Do you have a ticket? Mrs. Antar." Raymond said, "This occasion seems to require..."
"You don't need a ticket." Mrs. Anta said, "I am the ticket."
She got into the car with her entourage, and the maglev car flew high into the sky and parked outside a huge suspended building. This is an integrated building. The grand and splendid tower is like what Opal saw in the textbook, the medieval building before the Light Era .
"It's called Tempura-style pastoral style. The designers restored a building from an ancient ruin." Mrs. Antar seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. Opal was looking up at the thousand-story-high, bathed in clouds. The city of gold, a rainbow spans the sky, and waterfalls slope down from the city in five steps.
"Real art has died out as early as the intellectual revolution." Mrs. Anta led the crowd to walk slowly on the spacious white stone road. Opal was attracted by all the luxurious decorations. The street lamps were like calyxes, exuding golden color. of powder.
Even Raymond couldn't help but be moved and asked, "Is this the restoration of the ruins from 10,000 years ago?"
"Yes, in the next 10,000 years." Mrs. Anta said lightly: "The so-called artists are just repeating the ideas of the ancients. Art and poetry are dead in this era, and creation without love is only They will become vassals that show society, they are obscure and boring, and the designers brag about themselves, claiming to be seeking the ultimate beauty of the universe, but they are just things that no one can understand.”
Opal didn't understand at all, nodded slowly, and followed Mrs. Anta to the brilliant gate.
"Lefina!" A middle-aged man hurried up to meet him and exclaimed, "My God! You actually came here! I heard that you are recuperating recently, how is your health?"
"Hello, Bonds." Mrs. Anta smiled slightly: "My old friend, we meet again."
Bonds welcomed Mrs. Antares into the building: "I thought you wouldn't want to be an antiques consultant for a charity fundraiser anymore..."
Opal and Raymond exchanged glances, it seems that this lady deserves to know the mercenary king.
Mrs. Antares: "I really don't want to do that laborious work again, this time I'm just curious to see... Is Pike here?"
"Not yet." Bonds said: "I heard that he is dealing with an imperial earl recently. Here is your rest card. Let me give you a few more VIP rest cards. You are a beautiful beauty... I Guaranteed that you will see extraordinary things at the charity fundraiser, and maybe some things can't escape your eyes... If... I mean if there is any problem with the auction items, please let me know in advance, please."
"No problem." Mrs. Anta agreed: "I will find time to see it in advance. But Bonds, please don't tell Pike that I am here, I want to surprise him."
Bonds said: "Of course, my beauty, there is a commissioner in the warehouse to receive you, and there is a buffet on the fifth floor. These are..."
Mrs. Antar said: "The mercenary king Azeroth is my escort."
Bonds shook hands with them one by one, each handed a pass, and Mrs. Antares said, "Let's go, boys."
Bonds kissed Mrs. Antar's face, and the maid motioned them to stand on a huge floor tile. After the four stood up, the floor tile glowed blue and slowly rose. What happened here was beyond the scope of Opal's thinking. His curiosity was completely numb, and Raymond was still paralyzed, looking at the huge three-dimensional pool without blinking.
In the pool, a school of fish spread its fins and soared. A water blue star underwater creature had hundreds of tentacles, each tentacle had a mouth, gently swaying its tentacles in the giant rhinestones, and sang softly. Mrs. Antar looked at the sea creatures in the rhinestones with sadness in her eyes.
The floor tiles passed hundreds of meters of huge blue rhinestones. On the sixth floor, a young man was holding a goblet in the viewing hall and chatting with his female partner in a low voice. Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and turned his head to the floor tiles where they were. Looking forward.
Opal turned his head to the side, and his eyes met the young man.
The young man had short fiery red hair, dazzling like a flame, wearing a black suit, holding his female companion in his left hand, looking up at the floor tiles where Opal and the others were, and leaving with a touch.
Opal: "You know that redhead?"
Raymond also noticed it and replied, "I don't know."
The floor tiles are getting faster and faster, rising rapidly to the rest area hundreds of stories high, slowly stopping, and embedded in the edge of a platform that is hundreds of miles in diameter. A lens-like skylight is embedded at the top of the central garden, pouring golden sunlight into the garden, the breeze is breezy, and the garden is full of unspeakable flowers.
The maid pushed open the door of a small courtyard. Inside was a luxurious VIP private room, which was divided into upper and lower floors, with warm sunlight shining through the window. The moment the door was opened, more than a dozen robots in the entire courtyard turned on the lights at the same time and started busy.
"We sleep downstairs." Raymond opened the bedroom door and took a look before putting his luggage in.
Mrs. Antar nodded and didn't speak. She glanced at the wall clock on the wall. The cosmic time was used uniformly here. The maid said: "Go to the reception hall on the fourth floor at 8 o'clock in the evening for the banquet. Before that, the two of you can freely Let's go. Your identity is Madam Antar's bodyguard."
Opal nodded, and Raymond sat on the sofa, looking at the City of Gold promotional page in the holographic projection.
Opal, like a country bumpkin, looked at the furnishings in the luxurious hall and asked, "How much are these bottles? Tsk tsk, Green Mercury's sparkling wine..."
Raymond said casually: "It's all free, you can try it."
Opal: "Have you been to this kind of occasion? Damn it, any company in the Chiyan Galaxy is not enough to watch."
Raymond was very dazed, shook his head, Opal asked again, and said, "Have you been to such a place?"
Raymond said, "No, never."
Opal entered the room, sat on the edge of the bed and flicked. The retro soft mattress was very comfortable, and the dark red blanket on the floor looked very high-end.
He turned on all the buttons and looked at them once. A small hotel used a robot to come over and wait for orders. Opal sent him away. He lay on the bed and pressed the button on the head of the bed. I thought it was a bedside lamp or a TV, but a small box slowly slipped out, and inside it was a high-end sex product "Fantasy Movement" produced by Paradise Company.
Raymond opened the door and came in as if he wanted to say something. Opal hurriedly put the box back, and Raymond glanced at it and said, "You take your time."
"No no no." Opal said, "What's the matter?"
Raymond put one hand in his trouser pocket, the edge of his dark red suit jacket was lifted up a little, and he walked out of the private courtyard.
Opal stood up straight, and when he went out, Raymond was no longer in the hall.
Opal poured some sparkling wine from Green Mercury, and when you entered the mouth, countless small bubbles melted on the tongue, and the fresh breath followed the throat to the nose, esophagus, stomach, and the whole body seemed to be immersed in fresh water vapor, as if breathing green. The distant nature of Mercury.
He sighed comfortably and went out with a glass of wine. Madam Anta sat quietly outside the courtyard, watching the bright sunshine outside the garden, and Binzhou Jinlan swayed gently in the breeze.
The lens at the top of the ceiling slowly flipped and folded, and the unobstructed sunlight shone down.
Opal narrowed his eyes, the power of faith covering her, he could sense that she was nervous, perhaps because she was about to face a fork in her life.
She sat in a trance, motionless, as if in a colorful painting.
Opal turned his head to the side and heard the laughter of the children chasing in the wind and the boy's heavy voice saying the words "I love you" earnestly.
Madam Antar noticed something and glanced at Opal.
Opal immediately recovered his mental strength, raised his glass to her, and said, "Nice weather."
Mrs. Antar nodded and said, "Do me a favor, boy, go down and see if Pike is here. He is the manager of the glorious company. I think he is with his lover now."
Opal nodded, walked through the central garden, stood on the flying board, the holographic projection unfolded in front of him, and the electronic female voice asked the destination floor.
The third floor is the banquet hall, the fourth floor is the art exhibition room, the fifth floor is the lounge, and the sixth floor is the entertainment and multimedia hall.
Opal said, "Six floors."
The slate flew down the sixth floor, and Raymond's voice rang in his ear, saying, "Have the problem been solved?"
Opal hurriedly said: "No, there is a new commission, looking for her Mr. Pike, I am in charge of the sixth floor, which floor are you on?"
Raymond adjusted his communication ear buckle and replied, "Fourth floor, art gallery. I don't think her husband will be here."
Raymond was facing a painting, the scene in the painting was a dark cosmic space, the broken limbs were spread out to the horizon, and there was a blood-colored moon on the horizon.
"Commemorative work of the revolution of wisdom." The boy's voice sounded beside him.
Raymond turned around and stared at the red-haired man in front of him. The boy was wearing a dark brown suit with a small yawning furball pet squatting on his left shoulder.
Raymond nodded, and the machine waiter came over with a plate. Raymond chose two wine glasses, handed him one, and said, "A massacre."
"Consequences caused by human beings." The red-haired boy said: "I created hundreds of billions of artificial life, and then killed them all... I don't like the performance of this theme, it's too barbaric."
Raymond nodded slightly: "What's your name?"
The red-haired boy said, "Jamie."
Raymond: "Raymond."
Jamie stretched out his hand and shook Raymond, took a sip of Nuojiu, and said, "What are you doing here?"
Raymond was silent for a moment, then deftly avoided his question and replied, "Come and see the painting."
Jamie smiled and said, "Yes, please enjoy yourself."
He turned to leave with the wine glass in his hand, and Raymond walked to another exit of the art gallery. Along the way, he glanced at the masterpieces of the painters of the Silver Age, and whispered: "Opal."
"Hey." Opal replied, at the moment he was on the sixth floor, covering an area of 100 meters, projecting splendid light on the circular three-dimensional screen, gathering towards the center stage, forming a white light belt.
The actress of the Republic, dressed in a white cloth, sat on the roots of the towering tree and sang aloud. The green tree shook off tens of thousands of fluorescent leaves and slowly swirled around the venue.
"Excuse me." Opal bowed to a lady and asked politely: "Do you know the manager of the glorious company, Mr. Parker?"
"Ah." The woman said softly: "Pike, what are you looking for? I seem to have seen him in the entertainment room just now—with the theological master of the Church of the Stars."
Opal thanked him politely, and walked quickly to the entertainment room. Raymond's voice echoed in his ears, and was transmitted directly to the eardrum through the ear cartilage, and everyone around could not hear their conversation.
Raymond: "The redhead asked what we were here for."
Opal passed through the entertainment room, where hundreds of people gathered, and there were many transparent private rooms. The simulated pool and twin slalom games jumped numbers on the central scoreboard. Rainbow lights flashed in the bizarre private rooms.
The light transmission track of the Interstellar Internet lights up the light of information exchange, and Opal said: "How did you answer him?"
Raymond: "I don't think that person is simple."
Opal said: "But we only took an escort mission, and it should have nothing to do with him."
Raymond didn't speak any more. Opal pulled a human waiter and asked a few words in a low voice. The waiter shook his head and couldn't answer.
Opal walked to the corner, wrapped his arms, closed his eyes, meditated with the power of faith, and observed every corner of the hall.
The red-haired boy in the transparent private room in the distance put down his pool cue, squinted at Opal, and walked towards him.
The golden energy wind flows pervasively in every inch of space, which is the planetary consciousness of the land of eternal day - the light of the two pairs of stars in the south gate is intertwined like a spreading streamer.
Opal's thoughts are radiated along the energy wind. There is a large terrace outside the entertainment area. On the east side of the terrace, a middle-aged man's left arm is wrapped around a young man's waist. The young man turns around, and the necklace pendant under his neck flashes. When the light hits, a powerful force strikes in an instant, making a reverse impact on Opal's exploration.
Opal froze in his heart, withdrew his power of meditation, and saw the red hair in front of him when he opened his eyes.
He was wearing a dark brown suit, with a lazy little furball pet squatting on his shoulders.
"Hello." Opal said.
"Hello." The red-haired boy said, "What are you doing?"
Opal said: "Very cute little pet..."
He stretched out his hand to tease the small hairball on the boy's shoulder, its two tentacles stretched out, and waved at Opal harmlessly, the red-haired boy moved his eyebrows, and said coldly: "You better not touch it, It can bite off your whole hand."
Opal immediately withdrew his hand, and the red-haired boy said, "Listen, I don't care where you are from, and now I warn you and your companions."
Opal frowned slightly, feeling a sense of danger, the red-haired boy said: "Don't act rashly here, they are all decent people, don't make it difficult for us."
Opal said: "I think you must be mistaken, I'm just a mercenary."
"Mercenary?" said the red-haired boy.
Opal stared at him quietly, and the red-haired boy said, "Show me the mercenary diary. What are you doing here? My name is Jimison."
Opal said: "Are you looking for someone?"
The red-haired boy's tone was calm and cold, and he said, "No, I think you're looking for someone—"
"Hey, warning you, don't touch my companion." Raymond's voice sounded just right.
Raymond stood in front of Opal, the red-haired boy squinted at him
Two, Raymond said: "Jamie, we don't know you. Did you do something wrong?"
Jimison said: "No, you are the ones who are wrong. Mercenaries, let me take a look at the diary. I promise not to trouble you again."
Opal was about to take out his diary, but Raymond put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Article 6 of the mercenary code, it is not allowed to disclose any information about the employer to unrelated people. You will cause us to be deducted points. ."
"It's Azeroth's set again." Jimison said: "Pedant, stubborn, don't know how to adapt..."
"Brother." Another red-haired boy came over and said with a smile, "What are you talking about?"
Only then did Raymond and Opal discover that they were twins!
They look exactly the same, only the furball pet on the shoulder is squatting on the left shoulder and the right shoulder.
Jimison motioned to his twin brother to calm down, looked into Opal's eyes, and asked, "Are you of phantom blood?"
Opal said: "No." He took out the mercenary diary and adopted a compromise method, saying: "This is our mercenary diary. We have accepted a commission, but we cannot tell you the details."
Jamie came over and took his brother's shoulder, raised his glass, and kept his eyes on Opal's diary.
Jimison understood something when he saw the diary, and asked: "Guards? Investigating cases? E-class mercenaries, most of them are guards. I can't think of anyone here who would be poor enough to be a mercenary."
"That's it." Raymond said: "What does this have to do with you?"
Jamie laughed, took out a mercenary diary, and said, "It's a little bit related, I think, we are our own people."
The mercenary's diary is stamped with a silver iris pattern, with a flaming golden letter - "S" in the center.
S-class twin mercenaries.
Raymond: "… "
Opal: "… "
Jimison said: "Let's talk over there, I hope I don't run into the same opposing mission. I don't want to leave the home planet for so many years and be punished by the union."