Morningstar's Galaxy City has begun to enter the rainy season.
In the botanical garden left behind by the Anti-Ughurs Association in the base, plants and fungi that like shade and moisture began to grow wildly. The patter of rain was like a clock. It rang from morning to night and kept dripping down the dilapidated eaves. , the streets are still sparsely populated, and occasionally people run past in a hurry holding umbrellas. From a height, they look like flowers rushing down the water.
Lin Jingheng was awakened once by the sound of rain - he had not heard such a sound for a long time. The climate of Beijing's Beta Star is dry and the winter seems to be so long that it will last forever. Sister Shou's man-made base uses an artificial water circulation system. There is no such pleasant wind and rain.
He opened his eyes blankly in the nightmare, and at a glance he saw the cover of the medical cabin above his head. Suddenly, he seemed to have returned to the rainy night when he was locked in the emergency cabin more than thirty years ago. The chaotic memory and reality were intertwined with each other. Lin Jingheng couldn't help but He opened the lid of the medical cabin indiscriminately, and the needles on his body flew out. He was half-conscious and didn't know the pain. He struggled to crawl out of the medical cabin, his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground. After that, the world was spinning, and his ears were shaking. All he could hear was his own rapid heartbeat.
"I want...I want to..."
A man in a white isolation suit came in with a dozen medical robots, yelling and holding him down. The sedative rushed into his blood vessels, and Lin Jingheng's consciousness fainted again. Faintly sinking into the boundless darkness.
I don't know how long it took before his consciousness regained consciousness again. Lin Jingheng dreamed of a space video record.
It was a confidential document. Dr. Lance from Ulan College got a copy of it through some unknown connections and sent it to him as a gift on his graduation day.
The video record was taken by the mecha's military recorder. In addition to the clear real scene, various data also jumped on the screen, accurately recording the coordinates, environment, temperature, energy fluctuations and other data at the time.
The coordinates were located near the "Heart of Rose" in the first galaxy, and the photo was taken on the night Lu Xin "escaped".
The alliance's pursuers pursued them relentlessly. Several missiles rushed out from the launch pad. There was a little noise in the background of the video. A man said in a deep voice: "Missiles are useless. Lu Xin has seen them." There are more missiles than the rice you have ever eaten! I didn't say anything about catching them alive. With so many of you, why are you chasing and intercepting these two mechas? Why don't you just use the "oven" to add fire
? "Of course it's not a scientific name, it's a colloquial term commonly used by frontline soldiers, referring to the superposition particle cannon.
When more than thirty particle cannons are superimposed, they will produce high temperatures that can melt the armor's protective shield, just like baking sweet potatoes with skin in an oven, hence the name.
It is only used when one party has an overwhelming military advantage and happens to want to kill people and silence them. Numerous mechas swarmed forward, carefully calculated the launch angle and then set up a formation. At the same time, they fired high-energy particle cannons at the target. The key was command and cooperation. If cooperated properly, each mecha can fire accurately on time and at an angle, and the superimposed particle cannon produced will be very deadly. The high-speed high-energy particle flow will lock the target mecha in a large area, and with the mecha At such a speed, it is impossible to escape from the locked area.
The video immediately locked onto the target - it was a team of only five or six small mechas. The leading small mecha loaded them up and slid them into the distance like bullets. It was indistinguishable from ordinary small mechas. , but Lin Jingheng recognized it at a glance for no reason. It was Lu Xin's mecha.
He watched as dazzling fluorescent light flashed on the screen, and the high-energy particle cannon roared out. The energy data of the particle flow was even outlined on the military telescope. It was like a wave, like an invisible god of death passing through the heart of the rose, with a sinister smile on its face and flying sleeves.
This video was very short, less than a minute in total, but Lin Jingheng watched it over and over again all night and replayed it countless times, so that many years later, when she closed her eyes, she still remembered it vividly.
The person who executed the "oven" command at that time made a very low-level mistake. He filled in the wrong dynamic acceleration value of the target mecha. It was a very small error and could not be seen without careful checking. However, the target mecha was in the process of escaping. It was not a straight line. Lin Jingheng had simulated and calculated it himself. At that angle and speed, when the superimposed particle cannon arrived, it should just miss the leading mecha.
Maybe there is some unknown god who still doesn't want to give up and wants to protect that person for the last time. Maybe there is no god in the world at all. It is the soldiers who execute the order who deliberately let go out of secret admiration... These have all been It's untestable. All in all, Lu Xin didn't deserve to die.
But just after the particle cannon was released, the mecha that was leading the way suddenly braked. At this speed, human reaction could not keep up. His teammates who were traveling with him had not had time to realize what had happened. Something happened, and he instantly slipped to the back of the team. The missiles launched earlier and the superpositioned particle cannons that followed arrived almost at the same time. Lu Xin's mecha collided with three missiles, and the small mecha company's protective cover was damaged. There was no process, and a ball of dazzling sparks was fired directly. In this stupefying explosion, the flood-like flow of high-energy particles seemed to have encountered an obstacle. The soldiers took several turns and just missed it. The small mecha group gave them room to breathe, and then they were able to escape by leaping.
Later, except for Lu Xin's adjutant who publicly committed suicide, the Alliance has no conclusive evidence as to who fled with Lu Xin and later escaped.
The secret list was attached to the encrypted file behind the video. Lin Jingheng destroyed it after reading it. It took him thirty years to quietly bury the people on the list one by one in the decaying soil of the seven galaxies.
But Dr. Lance could just give him the list, so why show him this record?
What was he trying to tell the young, rebellious students? Lin Jingheng was puzzled and never found a chance to ask.
The year he graduated, Dr. Lance was already two hundred and eighty-six years old. He refused the Ulan Military Academy's repeated offers of re-employment and retired. Lin Jingheng had to report to the Military Commission, take oaths to join the army, and hand over positions. He was so busy that when he finally found time, Dr. Lance was already hospitalized due to illness and died soon after.
The image of the flow of high-energy particles diverting away like a sea was engraved on his bones.
Who knew that many years later, this devastating scene would accidentally give him inspiration and save his life.
Wait, Lin Jingheng's heart thumped - saved his... life?
He was wandering in the black hole of memory, and his consciousness seemed to suddenly catch a thread. Following the thread, he walked out of the rainy night when he was sixteen years old, and ran all the way, as if he had been running for a lifetime, and finally found the exit. The present world crashed down, including the World War, the Eighth Galaxy, the Nuwa Project, the pirates' pursuit, Galaxy City where a mutant rainbow virus broke out, and Lu Bixing...
The huge anxiety immediately dispelled everything. Lin Jingheng opened his eyes suddenly, He was about to sit up immediately, but as soon as he moved, he suddenly felt something. With the dim light of the instruments on the medical cabin, he lowered his eyes and found a hand resting on his body.
Lin Jingheng was stunned.
This time, the lid of the medical cabin was open. He held his breath and tilted his head, and saw Lu Bixing.
There was actually a capsule cabin next to it for people to rest, but Lu Bixing didn't know whether it was because it was too narrow or something, so he refused to give in. He very nonchalantly set up a beach resort-style hammock next to the medical cabin, and also matched it with a crab-shaped pillow. Like a big fish that was caught by mistake, it was wrapped in the net bag of the hammock and half of his face was buried in it. "Crab Shell", with a head full of hair, half lying on the side of his face, his long arms hanging down from the hammock, his fingers curled up just enough to touch Lin Jingheng, like a knocking gesture.
It was just dawn, and Lin Jingheng lay down carefully for fear of waking him up. The small screen on the medical bulkhead monitored the basic indicators of his body in real time. Lin Jingheng glanced at it briefly. It was weaker than usual, but it had basically returned to the normal range. Someone in the corner added a row of notes to him and wrote: " The patient is suspected of having claustrophobia, and it is recommended not to seal the medical cabin unless necessary."
Lin Jingheng: "..."
I've never heard of it. Where did this quack come from?
The last column on the screen is virus indicators, and that row of tables has been grayed out.
"Do you have antibodies?" Lin Jingheng thought, and couldn't help but look up at Lu Bixing again, "How did you get it?"
Lu Bixing moved his neck slightly, and the bridge of his nose stuck straight into the crab's claws. The crab-shaped pillow was not I know where it was produced, but it actually has leg hair!
Lu Bixing rubbed it a few times and sneezed muffledly. He didn't even wake up. He turned over and went back to sleep. His hand that was hanging down briefly moved elsewhere.
Lin Jingheng suddenly felt that a big mountain had moved away from her body, and then she let out the breath she was holding. Then, Lu Bixing seemed to be restless in sleep. He rolled over and over in the air for a long time. His hands hanging down were groping around unconsciously. Lin Jingheng hurriedly He ducked sideways, pushed the quilt, and pressed it against Lu Bixing's hanging fingers.
Then he became quiet again and became motionless again.
Lin Jingheng went into hibernation in the medical cabin, unplugged the sensors on her body, climbed up gently, picked up the coat that Lu Bixing had thrown aside, put it on her body, and walked out.
The calendar showed that exactly six Watto Standard Days had passed since he lost consciousness.
Lin Jingheng's hands and feet were a little weak, but the medical cabin had adjusted all the parameters of his body well, so he was not unsteady.
This was obviously no longer an isolation ward. The door was unlocked and there were no other isolation measures. After leaving the medical cabin, there was a corridor. Lin Jingheng recognized that this place should be the internal hospital built when the Anti-Ukrainian Association occupied Venus.
The Anti-Ukrainians often go off track in terms of personal aesthetics, but the architecture is pretty good. Perhaps due to limited energy, they do not pursue complex classicism. The windows are simple glass without too many technological elements. They use floor-to-ceiling windows to provide lighting and views. They are all first-class, with large and small terraces and open-air corridors everywhere, full of plants, washed brightly by the rain.
It was already dawn, and Lin Jingheng saw the Silver Ninth Guards passing by in an orderly manner. They had just completed a five-kilometer warm-up run with weights and rushed to the training ground, closely followed by the self-defense team members.
Bai Yinjiu's team was like a neat block of tofu, while the Self-Defense Forces that they dragged for five kilometers became a tofu brain that came in and out.
The self-defense team members fought hard to avoid being left behind. They wish they had their tongues hanging two feet long on their chests, how could they care about the queue? The leader shouted something on Saturday, and the soldiers behind him shouted in unison. I don't know what new slogan it was. They shouted and beat their chests, like a group of orangutans preparing to go down the mountain to grab territory.
Bai Yinjiu formed a team at the entrance of the training ground. They were fighting with each other so hard that they wanted to laugh but were afraid to laugh. They were all so suppressed that they looked ferocious.
Turan glanced at him: "Take a break, take a minute, tidy up your clothes, laugh!"
Most of the people in the Self-Defense Force were called in urgently on Saturday after the mutant rainbow virus broke out. They have not been idle since they arrived. , due to the extreme shortage of manpower, apart from some mecha missions, Baiyinjiu and the Self-Defense Forces were basically mixed together.
In the thrilling first days, everyone was locked in an isolation suit. There were two layers of masks between them, but they were as close as brothers. They became familiar with each other in exhaustion.
The self-defense team members were surprised to find that these legendary elites of the alliance turned out to be mortals. They also ate, drank, and chatted when they were not on duty or training. They even used the same posture to call their boss a hooligan behind his back.
With a reference object close at hand, just like a marathon rookie with a leading runner, suddenly the impossible training tasks seem less unreasonable, and the self-defense team members naturally follow each other's footsteps. .
The Baiyinjiu who took a minute's rest laughed to the tune of two hundred and fifty. The self-defense team members who were shouting and screaming were not to be outdone. While forming the team in a chaotic manner, they gave them the middle finger. The two sides were insulting each other with each other's words, which was very incompetent.
As soon as the minute was up, Turan blew a sharp whistle and the Silver Nine Order was banned. He quickly switched back from the gangster state. His tall and straight military posture did not move at all, but the team was still horizontal and vertical. Affected by the tense atmosphere, the Self-Defense Forces nearby also kept a straight face and kept silent, lining up quickly and silently, like a large-scale game of "One, two, three, don't move."
Turan himself laughed out loud, and a few simple guards couldn't hold it back and also giggled along with them. They were collectively punished by the cunning and cunning captain of the guard, who gave him a hundred rounds of weightless training.
Lin Jingheng shook his head. When he was in the first galaxy, Baiyin Jiu was not so lively.
He felt around in Lu Bixing's pocket and found no cigarette. He only found a handful of mint candies, which had already melted a bit. Lin Jingheng peeled off a piece and held it in her mouth. She saw that the distant horizon gradually lit up, and it was a rare sunny day in the rainy season.
The weak morning light struggled to penetrate through the mist, and the wet ground glowed with moist light, full of life. The base has a wide view, and you can see the shadowy Galaxy City from a high place. Morning Star's weather satellite has long been turned into space junk, but the weather warning sign above Galaxy City is still alive and well, with its lights still on. It reads: "Satellite I ran away with someone, please wait for accurate weather information——"
And people have been "waiting" for one hundred and forty years.
Is there a planet or a place in this world that haunts you?
It makes you feel that no matter where you wander, you must go back and stay there forever...
Is there anything you value in your life? Is there something you must protect with all your might?
In this morning light, Lin Jingheng, who was lazily staring out the window, seemed to open his eyes for the first time, and carefully looked at the surviving Galaxy City, Morning Star... and the eighth galaxy.
His soul, which had been floating empty on the Union Parliament Building, finally found the ladder and walked step by step to the world.
And the world of sorrow and joy gave him a hug mixed with fragrance and rancid smell.
It has been six years since he came to the eighth galaxy, but he has just found the path Lu Xin once walked.
The Alliance's eighth galaxy was not supposed to be a sewer that endured the double squeeze of the Alliance and pirates.
The sound of rapid footsteps suddenly came. Lin Jingheng turned around and saw Lu Bixing rushing out with his hair ravaged by crabs, looking for him everywhere in panic. The eyes of the two people collided unexpectedly. Lu Bixing's footsteps stopped suddenly. As if they were not ready to face each other, they looked at each other five meters away.
Lu Bixing coughed dryly, pressed down his raised hair and wrinkled clothes as if scratching his head, and muttered: "One day, you suddenly had an allergic reaction to an antipyretic medicine, and you walked out of the medical bay in a state of confusion. I fell out of it, I'm worried... you... I... cough..."
Lin Jingheng - her body temperature dropped, her poisonous tongue came back: "I feel guilty about you taking advantage of others on the mecha. ?"
The author has something to say: I saw a comment last night, and I was disconnected as soon as I tried to reply, and then I couldn't find it anymore...
I'll reply here about why the pirates didn't scan the remote signal in the previous chapter. question--
Because according to what I made up before, long-distance communication is based on the transition point. Otherwise, it would be impossible to achieve synchronous communication after leaving the eight galaxies. Neither we earthlings nor the astronauts on Mars can communicate synchronously ╮(╯▽╰)╭
The danger of long-distance communication is that it will reveal its own coordinates - when Prince Gloria's Guards are searching for underground channels that have slipped through the entire eight galaxies, they will scan all jump points and be able to locate the person who sent the signal along the remote channel network. In the previous chapter, the anti-Ukrainian pirates and the small mecha were very close to each other. It was not easy to detect large-scale remote networks near the same jump point, just like the primitive people living on the earth could not see that we were stepping on them. It's like a ball.
Principal Lu uses his personal terminal as a relay, as long as it can cover up the signal sent by the small mecha to the jump point behind him =w=