Chapter 87

There is a command post in the center of the military base left by the Anti-Ukrainian Association. Lin Jingheng temporarily lives in the lounge next to the conference hall on the fifth floor of the command post. The command post is inside the mecha station. If the noise suppressor is not turned on indoors , probably deafening by the sound of mechas rising and falling, it was not originally intended for long-term residents. The Anti-Black Society actually planned a special accommodation area, with mountains and water and far away from the 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 blew a kiss to the smart monitor in the corner and slipped into the emergency stairwell.

　Lu Bixing carried a heavy "Eighth Galaxy" and ran briskly up the stairs. Just now in front of everyone, his attention was distracted by the commander-in-chief who was concerned about the country and the people. He had not yet returned to his heart like an arrow. At this time, in the empty stairwell, all the distracting thoughts fell down like a tide. The thought of seeing Lin Jingheng was like "the stone is falling out of the water." ", unprecedentedly strong. The gravity of the morning star seemed to have failed on him for a short time. Lu Bixing seemed to be able to fly with every step he took. He quickly changed from one step at a time to two floors at a time. By the time he reached the junction of the fourth and fifth floors, Lu Bixing was no longer able to fly. I remember taking a few steps, and it seemed as if with one push of my foot, he "flyed" to the fifth floor like a cloud.

　The happiness in his heart was like a balloon that kept blowing up. It swelled to its peak when he walked out of the stairwell - and then vented to the empty corridor.

　Because when Lin Jingheng was there, people were always coming and going on this floor, so it definitely couldn't be so quiet.

　Lu Bixing's rapidly beating heart plummeted, leaving a hole in his heart.

　"Not there." He exhaled a breath of hot breath and stood there disappointed for ten seconds. Then he smiled to himself and came to the door of Lin Jingheng's lounge. He first put down the heavy "Eighth Galaxy" and then raised his wrist, ready to contact Lin Jingheng sighed, "I still want to give you a surprise."

　At this time, Lu Bixing inadvertently raised his elbow and touched the door of the lounge. As soon as he touched the door panel, he noticed a ray sweeping across. A mechanical voice came to his ears: "Scan ID -"

　Lu Bixing was stunned and thought to himself: "Is this a visitor recorder?"

　The visitor recorder is a small device installed on the door lock. When a visitor arrives, it can scan and identify the visitor's identity, and send the visitor information to the owner's personal terminal.

　Lu Bixing quickly adjusted his expression and posture, leaned his shoulder against the door, and greeted the scanner gracefully: "Hi, General, it's me, you..."

　He wanted to say "Surprise or not?" Before he finished speaking, he heard this very smart door say: "Pass."

　Lu Bixing: "...Huh?"

　With a click, the door of the lounge opened. Lu Bixing, who was leaning against the door to pose, was caught off guard and almost fell down. Go in.

　Lu Bixing subconsciously stretched out his hand to support the wall, and happened to reach 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. It was only then that he realized what he was doing. Breaking into Lin's lounge.

　He looked back at the door lock of the lounge in disbelief: "You just let me in? Are you... are you broken?"

　The door lock - not smart enough to chat with him, quietly silent.

　Lu Bixing seemed to have accidentally opened someone else's diary. On the one hand, he was scratching his head with curiosity. On the other hand, he was inexplicably flustered and short of breath, and did not dare to look around. He hesitated for a moment, and suddenly realized that Lin had set his pass permissions on the lounge door, which was equivalent to giving him the key... although he didn't tell him.

　Before he sent out his surprise, he had already received one.

　Lu Bixing held his breath involuntarily, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his vest. He carefully picked up his "Eighth Galaxy" and tiptoed into Lin Jingheng's small lounge.

　The area here is small and the furnishings are simple. Apart from the wardrobe and bathroom at the door, there is only a refrigerator less than one meter high and a single bed. The sheets are extremely flat, like they are made of iron, and spotless white. Lu Bixing is embarrassed to sit down. He went to bed, but after walking around the room three times, he couldn't find a place to sit.

　Fortunately, the floor was spotless. Lu Bixing simply placed the "Eighth Galaxy" on the top of the refrigerator. He lifted his trouser legs and sat on the ground, using the refrigerator as a backrest. He looked around the small but orderly space, and then thought of his own... The initial flattering feeling was over, and he started to worry about it, thinking: "Is this becoming mysophobia? Will he be able to tolerate me when I'm with him in the future?"

　There are countless stories in books about how easy it is to fall in love. The story of difficulties in getting along, how many emotions are buried in the details of daily life.

　The more Lu Bixing thought about it, the more serious the problem became. He thought about the details of his life seriously. He opened his personal terminal and projected it onto the white wall opposite. He used an electronic pen to write and draw on it, and he thought about designing something in his imagination. The automatic home cleaning system detects that Lin Jingheng will arrive in ten minutes. It can clean the whole house with one click - dust removal, noise reduction, disinfection, sonic cleaning of clothes, and then return everything to its place...

　Lu Bixing traveled around the eight galaxies with the commander-in-chief After a week, day and night, flying in the mecha for more than ten hours, exhaustion quickly swept over him after the excitement caused by hormones subsided. The furniture jumped up and down in his mind, turning into a mess. He fell asleep leaning on the small refrigerator, and there were still messy projections on the white wall.

　The recognition system on the gate is not very smart. Only when it scans a "visitor" will it send a message to Lin Jingheng's personal terminal. People with permission to pass will be automatically regarded as the owner by it, so it remains silent.

　When Lin Jingheng came back, it was already approaching evening.

　Turan finished interrogating the prisoners. As expected, there was nothing gained. He reported as he walked: "These people are paid to work. They don't know who their superiors are. They are very well organized. There is a person here who looks like a squad leader and says, He used to transport "opium" in the Seventh Galaxy, and he was just sent to the Eighth Galaxy to test the waters. There should be ten to twenty small mecha teams working for them. The pay is very generous, and the chip can be replaced for free. "

　Lin Jingheng: "Free chip replacement? They have all been injected with this kind of chip."

　"Yeah, otherwise, with these gangsters, how could the human-machine matching be so high - their average is at least 80%. Since we were After those brats from the Self-Defense Force lowered the average, I've never seen a number above eight. Fortunately, they can't operate it well, and there are many of us." Turan said, "You don't have to disassemble it before asking. Chip? Tsk, it's so miserable... No anesthesia works. Those who faint can be woken up by the pain, and they can't even use torture to extract confessions. The pleasure and power brought by this chip are unimaginable. It's much more powerful than the Garden of Eden. "

　After all, the Garden of Eden is supervised. Whether it's regulating hormone levels or stimulating the senses, it all needs to go through strict medical evaluation to ensure safety and health." That year, Yevgenia made a public confession to Lin Jingheng. , containing a trace amount of hormonal stimulation. Later, it was reported that because it slightly exceeded the amount stipulated by the management committee, Yevgenia, the marketing company and the regional Eden supervision department each paid a fine of 50 million... Of course, they are all a Man, it's hard to say whether this fine has been implemented.

　But the people's dependence on the Garden of Eden is ultimately psychological.

　Lin Jingheng asked: "Are you saying that this chip will damage the brain structure and create irreversible dependence?"

　Turan said categorically: "Absolutely. We were dealing with that mutant rainbow virus a while ago. Didn't Mr. Lu invite a medical team? I asked them to take a look, and they just replied to me that the specific situation needs further study. , but I'm afraid this chip is more harmful than any existing drug on the market. Among the prisoners we captured, the one who used the biochip only lasted a week and has already developed a very serious withdrawal reaction. General, if this continues, even in the future. Once the Garden of Eden is restored, those infected with the "opium" chip will not be able to get rid of it."

　Lin Jingheng frowned, and he suddenly remembered that Lu Bixing didn't have much reaction when he removed the chip. It seemed a little uncomfortable for the first time. He was willing, but there was no substantial resistance, and the injuries on his body were all external blows he suffered while using the chip, and his mood could be said to be very stable. Afterwards, he was placed in the medical cabin for a full physical examination, and the medical cabin did not Addiction warning.

　He remembered that One-Eyed Eagle had told him that Lu Bixing had suffered from a certain degree of hollow brain syndrome when he was a child...

　"They went to the eighth galaxy to implement this kind of thing, and their banner was 'Garden of Eden'. Anyway, people in the eighth galaxy have never seen the real thing." "What is the Garden of Eden like?" Turan continued, "The first implantation of the chip is free, but it needs to be replaced almost once a month. How will it be priced after that? The other party said that they have not notified them yet and are waiting to see the results of the eight-system implementation. "

　Lin Jingheng pondered for a moment: "The medical system in the Garden of Eden can detect the harm of this biochip. Once the Garden of Eden is restored, people who have never touched this thing will return to the "protective shell". How much can the people behind the scenes gain from it? The profit depends on how long Eden is absent... So will this person be someone who can influence the restoration process of Eden? For example, he will have a certain say in the management committee."

　Turan immediately said: "Understood, the seven directors and theirs. Close relatives."

　She said it unintentionally, but a shadow suddenly flashed across Lin Jingheng's heart, thinking of Lin Jingshu who was said to be among the first batch to be sent to Angel City Fortress.

　At this time, the two of them had arrived at the door of the lounge. Lin Jingheng absent-mindedly reached out and pushed the door. The door lock immediately recognized the identity of the owner and automatically opened. A ray of light flowed out of the room.

　The two people at the door stopped at the same time in astonishment.

　In the room that was supposed to be dark, a beam of projection light hit the wall, giving the cold white wall a warm light effect. Messy lines and numbers hung crookedly on the wall, with a few lines at the bottom that were almost gibberish. I couldn't see clearly what was written on my notes, but they accidentally decorated the empty wall, and the tone of the whole room softened.

　On the small refrigerator at the bedside, someone placed a crystal glass ball with a diameter of about one meter. Above it was the crystal clear starry sky, which covered the carved landscapes and buildings like a dome. When illuminated by the projection light source, inside the crystal ball The stars and small stone sculptures shone together, and their shadows stretched diagonally on the snow-white sheets, making them full of light.

　Lin Jingheng took two steps forward and found the light source - Lu Bixing's wrist resting on his knees. He himself had already curled up his legs and fell asleep in this position. Part of the light reflected in the crystal ball also flowed through his side. On the face, the hair that had not been trimmed for a long time hung down by the ears, and the ends of the hair seemed to be decorated with stars.

　Turan raised her hand to cover her mouth, screaming in her heart that she had been deceived. She actually thought that this man was an innocent technical geek, and she even wanted to share her experience with men without hesitation!

　No wonder Lu Bixing rejected her with a gentlemanly expression. He turned out to be a secretive folk master! Turan secretly glanced at Lin Jingheng's expression, and thought out a series of parallel sentences in his heart: "General, it's time to stop cooking, you underestimated the enemy, and you're defeated."

　Without saying a word, Turan turned around and retreated, and took it with them before leaving. After leaving the house and running far away, I still had lingering fears. I felt that my outlook on life against a fixed spouse had been shaken, and I had to stay away from them.

　Lin Jingheng heard a soft knock on the door, then came to her senses and found that Turan had run away. He was like a fool who was lost in a strange place. He stayed for a while, then walked over quietly, and slowly knelt down. His raised hand hung hesitantly in the air, and his fingers stretched out and curled back again. Several times, I didn't know what to do.

　He thought of his tenth birthday - his and Jingshu's birthdays were a bit 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 it would be remembered by the Garden of Eden and surroundings on the wrong day. The people were so noisy all day long that on the actual birthday, I could only exchange an electronic greeting card with my sister, so I was used to it.

　But that year, he had just separated from his sister. He didn't know what was going on with Lin Jingshu. He couldn't contact her through his personal terminal, and he couldn't send out the greeting cards that were routine every year. He thought of the home he could never return to and the people who were chasing him. The girl was confused and uneasy. But in other people's homes, he still had to hold back and do whatever he was supposed to do, pretending as if nothing had happened. So he was listless all day long and refused Eden's four requests to help him adjust his mood...until he went back to his room at night, opened the door, and encountered Eden head-on. We boarded a simulated mecha model in the room - it was slightly taller than an adult, and had exactly the same proportions as an interstellar mecha. Children could lie down in it, and there was even a simulated safety net that allowed them to play games after connecting to it. .

　Lin Jingheng remembered that he stood at the door in a daze, forgetting which leg he should take, and thought in disbelief: "Is this a gift for me?"

　If it weren't for the mecha-shaped game console when he was ten years old, Lin Jingheng might have He may not necessarily enter Ulan Academy and be entangled with mechas all his life. He may become a scholar, an ordinary staff member in a certain government department...or he may leave Watto early and wander in the desolate interstellar world.

　Nearly forty years later, Lin Jingheng looked at the young man in front of her, and something indescribable came into her heart.

　He thought: Is this a gift for me?

　At this time, Lu Bixing may have been in an uncomfortable position. He suddenly moved, and his head leaning on the refrigerator door rolled to one side, breaking his balance. Seeing that he was about to fall to one side, Lin Jingheng quickly reached out to support him, wrapping his cold fingers around him. Lu Bixing woke up with excitement.

　He was a little sleepy and forgot where he was for a moment. Looking at Lin Jingheng in front of him, his mind went blank: "Uh, I..."

　Lin Jingheng moved her hands away from his face, and the warmth in her hands seemed to be there. The stickiness stuck 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... then, the door will open as soon as you push it. , you..."

　His breath suddenly choked in his throat, because Lin Jingheng left his hand on the side of his face and put it on the small refrigerator behind him. He suddenly came closer. When he looked from a distance, Zhou Zheng's profound eyebrows suddenly became more compelling, and those irises The gray mist that persisted for years seemed to stir up a storm and was about to swallow him up. Lu Bixing heard him say in a very low, but rare and cold voice: "I have set your permission to pass."

　Lu Bixing hung his head. The fingers on one side tensed up.

　Lin Jingheng's eyes lowered slightly, fell on his lips, and then slid away. The man ruined the atmosphere and asked, "I'm not easy to get along with, and I'm not very nice to you. Why did you choose me?"

　Lu Bixing said: " ..."

　You are a disgrace, brother. Do you need to submit a paper on this?"

　So Lu Bixing asked, "Give me permission first and then interview - General, is there something wrong with your Silver Fortress' personnel appointment and dismissal procedures? Since you want to kiss me, why do you have to endure it?"

　Lin Jingheng was silent for a moment, wearing a tight-fitting shirt and military boots. The pen was restrained by the pen, restricting him horizontally and vertically to a certain area. Even when he was wearing strange clothes on Beijing's β star, the military uniform and gloves that stuck to his throat were still faintly clinging to his body, making him always think twice. Always be patient.

　Why endure it?

　He repeated these words unconsciously in his mind, and suddenly stepped forward, took Lu Bixing's lips into his mouth, closed his eyes, and seemed to have lost his footing from a steel wire rope between tens of thousands of tall buildings. He kept falling, losing control, and passed through the center of the planet. , and fell into a more empty universe.

　His soul floated weightlessly, and the chaotic colors poured into the black and white years of the past, so dazzling that he became dizzy.