Chapter 41 General

Lin gave the order. The Silver Ten Guards did not dare to say "no", but they were blocked by a mecha core that was almost out of power. He was almost shocked for a moment and choked for a moment. Lin Jingheng said: "You are I downloaded some shady data illegally and was infected by a virus..."

　Before he could say the word "virus" clearly, a powerful soothing agent swept through his body.

　The name of "Soothing Agent" is very refreshing, but it has nothing to do with the soothing mask for treating acne. It penetrates very quickly. Once it enters the human body, it will spread throughout the body within a few minutes. It felt like every nerve had been pulled out and given an electric shock. Lin Jingheng's voice instantly became mute in her throat, her breathing was interrupted, her neck was stretched as if it was about to break, her fingers suddenly tightened, and the meridians on her bare arms felt like they were broken. To break out of the skin.

　However, at the same time, the matching degree, which had dropped to about 80% due to fatigue, instantly rose to the extreme value of human-machine matching.

　The strong stimulation of the soothing agent lasted for about a minute, and then caused many muscle spasms throughout the body.

　While panting violently, Lin Jingheng skillfully smoothed out the muscles and bones that were connected together. He could see the dark underground channel at a glance, and the floating objects that occasionally flew by seemed to have collectively slowed down. The mecha that had just been crawling like a crab shook slightly, adjusted a subtle angle, and almost gracefully accelerated on the waterway with its unilateral power system.

　Zhan Lu waited aside motionless: "Sir, according to the artificial intelligence code, when the artificial intelligence determines after assessment that the owner's life safety is being threatened, it can disobey the order to a certain extent. I refuse to execute the shut-up order now because I must To remind you, when you were in Silver Fortress, you had a very serious abuse of soothing agents. In the past five years, I think your symptoms have been alleviated, but just now..."

　Lin Jingheng smoothed her cramped calf and moved her ankle slightly. , straightened his collar, stood up, and took a glass of saline to interrupt him: "Why didn't I know that soothing agents are also classified as drugs?"

　"Soothing agents are drugs that forcibly improve the matching between humans and machines under extreme conditions. "Manipulator Zhan Lu put his four fingers together and made a gesture of swearing to the sky, as if to emphasize that he was serious, "No one will use soothing agent when the matching degree is 80%."

　Lin Jingheng smiled a little meanly: "That's true, some trash may never know what 80% is all their lives."

　Zhan Lu continued to say with a swearing gesture: "We are discussing your problem, why do you express discriminatory views against unrelated people?"

　"This value is deviating. My average is over 10%. Isn't this considered an extreme situation in actual combat? "What's the problem?"

　"This can only mean that you are extremely tired and mentally exhausted." Zhan Lu said seriously, "When the route is determined, The automatic driving function of the mecha is to allow the pilot to disconnect the mental network and rest. However, you never disconnect the mental network in the mecha, even if more than one person on the mecha can act as the driver. According to the mecha operating regulations, you It's an illegal operation...Sir, wait a minute, this is also an illegal operation."

　In order not to listen to his nagging, Lin Jingheng hung up the in-ear headphones, played a sultry country tune, and decisively opened the phone. The Zhanlu Spiritual Network, which was stacked on top of the Beijing Mecha Spiritual Network, completely blocked Zhanlu in both the real and spiritual dimensions. While speeding back, he compiled the surveying map with a clean mind.

　At this time, there were less than twenty-four hours before the high-energy particle flow arrived at the base. Two hundred and eighty-four "mecha pilots" who could not explain anything had already arrived at the mecha station. After gathering, everyone was carrying... The corresponding numbers of the mechas are scratching their heads and come in different shapes, just like the shooting scene of the animal world.

　The four students were handing out the launch plan according to the number - the plan was an audio clip, using the sound of the vacation, which was as rich as a conch. They talked about each specific mecha's start-up method, lift-off sequence, stop position, protective cover opening time, how the protective cover docks with adjacent mechas... and how to use diapers correctly in space.

　This is what he brought his teacher-stealing team together with four students on Saturday. After listening to Lu Bixing's explanation, he rushed out all night and rushed out. After recording more than 200 audio clips, the announcer has lost his voice during the holiday. .

　Lu Bixing still had the last hope for human intelligence, and even showed the construction principles of the mecha shield on the three-dimensional screen, trying in vain to let the pilots understand what he was about to do. However, he frayed his tongue and only gained a bunch of A blank look.

　Lu Bixing drank half a bottle of mineral water in one breath and waved his hand: "Forget it, let's go straight ahead - Dad, there are sixteen drones left. Can we split them in half? One mental net can carry eight drones. Human mecha, is that too much?"

　The one-eyed eagle got angry when he saw him, snorted, and turned away.

　"Eight drones?" asked Saturday in a low voice, "How do you do this? Didn't you say you were a teacher... I don't think you are a special forces soldier of some secret force?"

　"Of course not, practice makes perfect, You have to take care of ten fingers when playing the piano." Lu Bixing said, "Do you know what the special forces of the secret army are like?"

　Saturday shook his head sincerely.

　Lu Bixing smiled and did not say anything further - the special forces of the secret force used a mecha core in a distant administrative building to pry off thirty-six parked mechas in a few seconds and blow them up with one shot. The entire base's protective net was installed.

　At this time, One-Eyed Eagle had already driven his mecha onto the track, and the crowd let out an exclamation of surprise - behind him, eight drone mechas followed obediently, with each one being equidistant between them. As it flew past on the accelerating track, it looked like an arrogant zombie exorcist leading his zombie army. A deafening noise sounded. The thermoelectric device outside the cooling tower emitted a magnificent light. The nine mechas took off at the same time, as neatly as They are one.

　Ignoring the strong light, Saturday set up an awning with his hands and stared unblinkingly at the direction where the mecha disappeared. Just when Lu Bixing thought he was going to express admiration with others, Saturday suddenly turned his head, and his soft baby face turned tense. He showed a firm arc and said word by word: "If what you said is true, then one day, I can do the same."

　After saying that, he waved his hand suddenly: "Self-Defense Force! All official members, Follow me!"

　The official members of the Self-Defense Forces are quite decent, and at least they dare to drive the mecha to a place two sailing days away to launch missiles. After getting the instructions, one by one, they got on the track in an orderly manner.

　Twenty minutes later, all the decent ones were already in the sky. However, there were a total of fifty-four mechas that flew out of the atmosphere, which was only one-sixth of them. The remaining ones were the tough ones.

　Lu Bixing glanced at the crowd and slowed down his speech: "Get on the mecha, you can turn on your portable audio... When connecting to the mental network, those who can listen to others will stand on my left, and those who cannot listen will stand on my right... Okay, Comrades on the left, please raise the numbers and guidance audios in your hands, and start off one by one..."

　"Teacher Lu, how can I avoid colliding with the mechas on the front, left, and right? What if the mecha in front moves too far ? "Slow down, I accidentally rear-ended you. How can I brake on the accelerating track?"

　Lu Bixing forced a smile when faced with this very safety-driving question.

　Five minutes later, White asked for an aluminum alloy pan from Fat Sister, connected it to a loudspeaker, lifted the spatula, and knocked hard on the bottom of the pot. The loudspeaker transmitted the sound effects to the speakers throughout the base. , everyone poked their heads out in shock at the earth-shattering sound of the gong.

　"After the last person leaves, you get ready. When you hear the gong, you start it." Lu Bixing said patiently, "It's as easy as jumping through a hoop of fire. Go ahead."

　Soon, people who can teach themselves how to go to heaven under audio guidance will Everyone is in their places, and there are still more than 80 nail houses left on the ground.

　Lu Bixing clapped his hands to the students who were taking turns beating the gong... Guo: "Jingshu, follow me. The others will get on the mecha and prepare first. Let you get used to the mental network for half an hour, and then activate it - do you remember the feeling on Zhanlu? White , you have gained significant muscle gain recently and are in good condition, don't be nervous; don't panic when Vitas comes up, occasionally learn to trust your intuition; Mint..."

　"I know, there are a lot of people outside, and I can see through the mental network." Mint tied her long hair into a ponytail and pushed the brim of her hat down, "Don't worry, Mr. Lu."

　"Okay, people have to learn to walk on their own. , get in position." Lu Bixing nodded, waved to them, then licked his lips that were chapped from talking, and glanced at the old, weak, sick and disabled in front of him, "Since the rest of you can't listen to the audio on the spiritual network, then I The requirements for you may be higher, but I will give you half an hour to memorize the operation procedures, and then line up, everyone will memorize it in front of me, and

　those who have finished memorizing it will leave." The old, weak, sick and disabled looked at each other.

　Lu Bixing picked up the spatula and knocked it on the pan. This "bang" sounded like a different kind of school bell. Everyone picked up their own operating procedures and memorized the books with a "buzz".

　Huang Jingshu had no expression on her face. She lowered her head and kicked the pebbles on the ground. In the background of a chanting-like sound, she said, "Mr. Lu, you want to drag one more drone, let me go up and install it."

　"I don't care about you, eight drones are enough for me," Lu Bixing said, "I want to keep you here because I want to say a few words to you. " I read a few academic reports on the research on "empty brain disease" by the alliance and wanted to communicate with you."

　Huang Jingshu smiled briefly and said, "What's wrong with you talking about bald donkeys in front of a monk?"

　Lu Bixing ignored her. : "The symptoms of hollow brain syndrome are poor human-machine contact. Its cause and mechanism are currently unclear. Some experts believe that hollow brain syndrome is not actually a disease. It is a symptom of "poor human-machine contact" that people associate with each other. It's all mixed up."

　Huang Jingshu said without interest, "Oh."

　Lu Bixing: "If we look at it according to this broad standard, I can also be said to be an empty brain syndrome."

　Huang Jingshu was speechless for a moment: "... Mr. Lu , you also worked hard to get chicken soup."

　"What happened to the chicken soup? When the base's supplies are tight and you can't eat meat, you will dream of drinking chicken soup and see who will make it for you." Lu Bixing said, "Of course, I don't count. I was born with it. Due to some reasons when I was a child, I had a serious illness and almost couldn't survive. My father used some unconventional medical methods. One of the sequelae was that I was unable to control my body for a time - you can understand it as It's because the nerves are poorly connected, and the signals from the brain cannot be effectively transmitted to the corresponding organs."

　With her limited common sense, Huang Jingshu couldn't imagine it, so she had to ask: "Is it similar to paralysis?"

　"Absolutely," Lu Bixing nodded vaguely. , "It only gets better when you are more than ten years old, so you can imagine that all the organs in your body are not in contact, let alone human-machine contact. The mechas in the entire eighth galaxy have been handed over by my old man, and this thing usually stops at I acted as a doorman at the door, and that old crooked guy like Lao Lu went out to eat, drink, and gamble when he had nothing to do. He was too lazy to call a taxi, so he drove away in a mecha. At that time, I felt that I was the only one in the world who was abnormal, and the only one who was caught in the mental network. Repelled."

　Huang Jingshu looked at him and then at the eight drones waiting nearby: "Mr. Lu, do I look easy to deceive?"

　Lu Bixing thought for a while: "This is my first time contacting a drone. A Spirit Network, ordinary people feel like they are overwhelmed by a massive amount of information, and then feel dizzy and nauseated. However, people with poor exposure have much milder nausea symptoms. They feel more like tinnitus and dizziness. Because there is an obstacle to receiving information, you only feel that there is Something pierced your eardrum and hit your chest, but you couldn't see clearly what it was."

　Huang Jingshu raised her head suddenly.

　Lu Bixing waved his hands at her: "I thought at the time, this is too unfair. I must transform a mecha that I can control, so I dismantled countless of my dad's inventories. The direct economic loss was probably enough to build ten Xinghai Academy...Of course, the teacher doesn't encourage you to do this, because the teacher is very poor now and doesn't have that much money to spend on you."

　Huang Jingshu: "Did you succeed? You...you created the empty brain syndrome. Can you drive a mecha?"

　Lu Bixing glanced at her, and the girl held her breath involuntarily.

　"Of course not." Lu Bixing said, "It's really that easy. The Alliance has already created it - they can even create Zhanlu. Are you still waiting for me? Use your brain while listening!"

　Huang Jingshu: "..."

　"But when I was your age, I thought I had found the right direction and created a theory - of course, now it seems that it is basically nonsense. I gave this theory to my dad , and asked him to help me realize it, and told him that if he made such a mecha, he would be the next richest man in the eighth galaxy. My dad didn't say anything after reading it. After a while, he actually brought a machine. Give it to me and tell me it was successful. I still remember the feeling of excitement at that time, just like..."

　Lu Bixing paused. He wanted to make an analogy, but he thought of Lin Jingheng for no reason. When he confirmed that the person was interested in him, he also The "receipt" that Mecha Beijing replied to the contact station...

　Lu Bixing quickly coughed and cleared his throat: "... I was really excited anyway. When I went in and took a look, the noise of the mental network was indeed much smaller. I thought this was my mecha, so I got in touch with it and controlled it bit by bit. Three days later, I successfully flew it outside the atmosphere of Planet Gloria. At that time, I thought, I am free. Yes, I have overcome human physical defects, and I will be the greatest mecha designer in human history... until I complete the advanced mecha design theory with this inflated enthusiasm."

　Huang Jingshu's eyes widened.

　"I discovered that the theory I thought was original had been falsified two hundred years ago, but at that time I could already use the mecha as a means of transportation. I took apart the 'special' mecha and found this Lao Lu randomly took the thing from his inventory, and he just asked someone to install a noise filter in the mental network. Lao Lu later admitted that he just wanted to trick me into playing it. I didn't expect that I actually believed it, and I didn't expect that I actually believed it. Drive it out." Lu Bixing said, taking out a small chip from his pocket and stuffing it into Huang Jingshu, "Here, I've been working on the noise filter for the past two days and installed it in the human-computer docking equipment. "You should be fine now, right? Let's try it." 　After

　Lu Bixing finished speaking, he glanced at the time, picked up the spatula and banged it on the pan: "It's time!" 　Everyone lined up in a row, with their hands behind their backs, shaking their heads and endorsing in front of Teacher Lu, and sometimes cheating was revealed to each other. The scene was very chaotic for a time. On the track, White was the first to speed up the mecha. A bright white light was drawn in the sky, and it flew steadily towards the established coordinates. 　Then came Mint, Fighting Cock... One after another, the mechas were in danger and went to the sky. They stumbled and unfolded their protective shields, dangerously docked with other mechas, stopped outside the atmosphere, and then became part of the artificial protective layer, the energy tower. The light swept across from time to time, and the energy on the surface of the protective cover was activated, emitting fluorescent white visible light, and wrapped the small base like silver satin. 　Huang Jingshu boarded the mecha, took a deep breath, and installed the noise filter. Even though the interference was much smaller, the mental network was still very repulsive to her. I don't know if it was an objective fact or a psychological factor. The girl closed her eyes, and all the mechanics and mecha operating theories that she had woken up from dawn to dusk and swallowed with tears rushed through her brain. 　"It's just a tool," she thought, "I can control it. I have successfully invaded other people's mental networks on Zhanlu." 　In the mecha station, Lu Bixing nodded to the last "endorsed pilot" , indicating that he could get on the mecha, and went to beg for water with a thirsty mouth.

　The endorsed pilot stepped onto the mecha while still reciting the target coordinates. The mecha door closed automatically, and the mental network wrapped around his consciousness like a vine. This pilot was actually a formal member of the Self-Defense Force and could turn on the machine. A, but because Lin Jingheng tore away the link to the mental network in space, he suffered a heavy psychological shadow afterwards. He thought he had overcome his fear, but unexpectedly, the moment he encountered the mental network again, the painful memory defeated him.

　The mecha suddenly let out a roar and lost control on the track. Before it could dock with the track, it flew out with a "whoosh" and was about to be thrown off the track, flying straight towards the thermal power station of the cooling tower!