Chapter 101

When Star Gloria was not blown into a ball, there were a dozen unsuitable places for children floating in the sky, which were the main source of GPP for the unsatisfactory capital star of the eighth galaxy. In these places, a drink called "Tornado" was once popular. It is a powerful stimulant. Drinking it can keep your eyes open for seventy-two hours. It is said that those with strong reactions can run a marathon singing the song of freedom. Going back and forth, countless pleasure seekers die every year from the "tornado" caused by excessive drinking of mixed alcohol.

　On the day he came of age, Lu Bixing secretly took a sip from the One-Eyed Eagle. The feeling was so intense and exciting that more than ten years later, he still remembered it fresh - just like now.

　This meeting should actually be the time for Lin Jingheng's morning exercises. Except for the days when he was locked in the medical cabin, General Lin's morning exercises have always been unstoppable, so he was absent today. He was leaning on one of his arms, his gray eyes were slightly closed, his hair was messy, the undulating lines of his face were unusually smooth, and there was blood and water on his lips, making him look much softer than usual.

　Lu Bixing stared at him intently. As he watched, his heart turned into a drumstick. He felt like he had just drank a liter of "Tornado" and felt like he could roar and swim twice in the sea of ​​clouds. , and couldn't bear to leave Lin Jingheng, so she had to hold on to the gravity of the planet tightly, with a mess of characters jumping in her mind.

　The sound of his heartbeat was so loud that it not only shook him to the point of falling into the sky, but also shocked Lin Jingheng, who was sleeping lightly. Lin Jingheng opened her eyes a little, raised an index finger at him, and told him to be quiet. Lu Bixing couldn't do it, so he had to turn aside to block the morning light from the window, lowered his head and kissed his fingertips.

　When he lowered his head, he felt like a crowned knight who was suddenly blessed by the Holy Light. He had completed the last step in his long growth and would be fearless in everything he encountered in the future.

　"Lin," Lu Bixing knew that Lin Jingheng was not asleep, so he leaned over obnoxiously and whispered in his ear, "Did Zhan Lu's fuselage really be blown up? Then I will make a new one for you. Okay? I've seen the specifications of the Alliance's first mecha in the book. The design drawings of the military factory are already in the fourth draft. The engineering team is starting to adjust the robots and wait for the military factory to be built... Hey, don't laugh!

　" His voice was a little hoarse: "You make a draft first before you speak."

　"I am the best mecha designer in the eighth galaxy."

　Lin Jingheng did not open his eyes, but couldn't laugh - when he was young at Ulan Military Academy When classmates quarrel and ridicule each other, the usual saying is "You are so-and-so from the eighth galaxy" or "You are at the level of the eighth galaxy." People who are scolded like this often feel that they have been greatly offended, and then The retorts that followed were devoid of civilized language.

　In other words, "Eighth Galaxy" is an adjective that is a millimeter more civilized than scolding people on the street.

　The warm breath of the man who claims to be the number one mecha designer of the eighth galaxy brushed across his earlobes. Like every ordinary man who would brag when speaking human words, he began to talk about mechas in an endless stream: "I I also wanted to add some "primary mechas" to the military factory, the kind of "kart mechas" that can be driven in just one day of training. However, a brother in the engineering team told me that primary mechas are destructive weapons after all, so that's it. It is too dangerous to popularize it. I think he has thought it through very carefully, so he plans to use the "Junior Mecha" as a teaching assistant... Venus will establish a new Xinghai Academy, which may be like Watto's Wulan Academy in the future... By the way, Daystar will be like Watto in the future - well, of course the population is larger than Watto. It would be boring to have a whole planet full of well-packed powerful people. We will also have layered roads and sidewalks, and we will also have layered roads and sidewalks. It will eliminate car accidents... There is a lot of wasteland on Venus. I can ask the chief for a piece of land and build it like your mansion in Watto, okay?"

　Lin Jingheng said, "No."

　"Then let's build it like the one I built in Kai. The home construction on Laixing - my original home was very big and required a lot of robots to clean it up. We can use Zhanlu as the electronic housekeeper of the central system."

　Lin Jingheng said, "Zhanlu is very noisy."

　"It's okay, you don't mind . If we are both annoyed, you can kick us out together, so that Zhan Lu and I can annoy each other and no one will bother you." Lu Bixing quickly gave a solution and whispered, "But... don't do it too often. Kick me out."

　Lin Jingheng felt the person next to him come up to him, and tried to stretch out his hand. It seemed to be dangling in the air for a long time before it landed on him, and then began to rub against him dishonestly.

　Lin Jingheng opened her eyes and glanced at him. Lu Bixing quickly controlled his hand and raised his tail two meters high: "Hold me for a while and stop moving."

　Lin Jingheng gently slapped the back of his hand . .

　Lu Bixing breathed out silently, and placed his palm against the person's body temperature. He was a little bit confused, but also a little distracted, and felt very sorry for Turan - because he brazenly boasted to her when he was ignorant, and he didn't know that he was bragging to her now. Is there any chance that the broken skin can be repaired?

　Although Lin Jingheng didn't show it, Lu Bixing's intuition didn't make him feel any better. The young scientist seemed to have discovered a brand new subject and challenge in his life. As soon as he turned to the "Table of Contents", he felt a little hungry and eager to think about it. Dig some teaching materials from Turan Guard Captain to improve yourself.

　After thinking wildly for a while, Lu Bixing was shocked to realize that his thoughts were about to go astray again, and he quickly pulled him back with a blushing face.

　"When we get old, the war will end." He said, "I will teach and write books. I will write a lot about how to reshape the alliance's number one mecha. I will also write a memoir, half of which will be used to talk about it. Let's get down to business. The remaining half of the book will focus on today—how I got the number one male idol in the league..."

　Lu Bixing wished he could plan every second from the next second until the two of them moved into the grave. Just making a list and imagining what the two of them could do together in the future was enough for him for half a month. Lin Jingheng listened to the beginning and felt that if he continued to plan like Principal Lu, he would probably have more than two hundred years of natural life left. Even if it is not enough, we have to hope that humans will carry out another major genetic modification so that everyone can live for another five hundred years.

　Listening to his description, it was as if all the waves in this life would disappear, and there would be no separation between life and death in the world.

　"Do people today still like to read this kind of delusional story... grow old together or something?"

　In the Angel City Fortress, next to the crying goddess statue in the central square, a movie promotion video is playing on the three-dimensional screen - In the war-torn years, Angel The city's entertainment consumption is actually higher than that of Watto back then. The poor people who were expelled from the Garden of Eden may only have entertainment left.

　The literary and art industry is unprecedentedly prosperous, and some film producers have even transcended classes and obtained the privilege of entering the Angel City Fortress. Even electronic tickets for Evgenia's concerts are difficult to obtain and are no cheaper than a bouquet of blue sea.

　There is a telescope in Marshal Woolf's lounge. It has a very good view. You can use it to see the stars at night and you can see the square at a glance during the day. He held a tea cup and watched the entire promotional film called "Corridor of Happiness" , roughly tells a love story about a man and a woman who are separated and reunited, from their twenties to their gray hair, it is very romantic, and was shot in Watteau - of course, Watteau has been occupied by pirates, and the movie is a virtual background synthesis of.

　"It is said that the film that is about to be released has high expectations among the audience, and the pre-sale tickets for the premiere have been sold out." The marshal's personal secretary bent down and respectfully gave him a refill of hot tea. The secretary's name was "Wang Ailun" is in his early 200s, olive skin, tall and thin.

　The old marshal has a quirk. He doesn't like to use artificial intelligence. All the work around him must be done by real people. Wang Ailun has been with him for more than 150 years, taking care of his daily life. When outsiders are around, this powerful person The secretary can hardly speak and has a very low sense of presence. Most of the time, he is more like a robot than an artificial intelligence. He only chats with Marshal Woolf in private situations without outsiders: "Everyone is anxious about tomorrow, so Everyone is extravagantly hoping for something that can last forever, love... or anything else; everyone wants to go back to Watto, and the Blue Sea can gain market, isn't it because the hype of Flower Language is "a place you can't go back to"? The film has both, maybe it will become the theme of all the tea parties in the City of Angels next Sunday. "

　You see clearly. I heard that you have an equity stake in the Azure Sea Breeding Base, and you make a lot of money, right?" Woolf. The marshal glanced at Wang Ailun with a half-smile, and without waiting for his answer, he said softly, "I want to go back to Watto, but Watto is not the Watto you want for a long time, and the people around you have changed a long time ago. One crop after another, and when you live to the age of gray hair, you will find that even you have changed. Everything you firmly believed in before is gone. Your ideals and beliefs have collapsed at least a hundred times, and almost all the organs in your body have changed. I've been in the medical bay all over the place, and occasionally I want to recall something from the past, but I can't remember it, so I have to resort to artificial memory storage. Allen, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

　Wang Allen listened like a wallflower, He didn't answer too much, and he didn't take the opportunity to express his loyalty, "I've always followed you." It made people feel comfortable.

　"Sometimes you... feel like you are a zombie occupying someone else's identity. They were right to stop the human genetic modification project back then. Why do people have to live so long? We are not born with such long-lived souls, and it keeps extending endlessly* *Is life meaningful? If you live like an urn, the metabolism of the entire society is as slow as a fossil, and there is a rotten smell everywhere."

　Marshal Wolf said, holding the tea cup and starting to be stunned.

　The old marshal was never married. It is said that there was a joke-like scandal when he was very young, but the other party died before the alliance was established. The deceased was the biggest, and no one mentioned it again. He grew up from a handsome boy to a gray-haired man. He has a history as long as the Alliance Museum. When he is not working, he lives in seclusion and has no entertainment. His only hobby is probably to be in a daze with a cup of tea and recall a life that he will never finish.

　Some people say that if it hadn't been for the alliance's most promising generals having accidents in recent years, so that all that was left on the Military Commission were useless waste, the old marshal would have resigned long ago.

　Suddenly, there was a soft sound in the lounge room, and then, a wall slowly opened, revealing a secret room on the wall.

　The old man likes to be quiet, and no outsiders are allowed in the private lounge. Except for the secretary who takes care of his daily life, no matter who comes, he has to make an appointment. Who knows that there is a secret in zero.

　As if he had been prepared, Wang Ailun took out another tea set from the sterilizer without raising his head, made tea and poured water smoothly, and placed it in front of several guests. The number of cups was exactly the same as the number of people.

　Several visitors were wearing ceremonial robes and masks made of special materials. On their chests, a silhouette of "Nuwa" with a human head and a snake body and the symbol of the Anti-Ukrainian Society were blatantly revealed. This made the interstellar pirates who were talking about the alliance come and go freely at the core of the Angel City Fortress!

　"Here you are?" The old marshal glanced at them. "In order to take care of us old people, the temperature in Angel City has been adjusted to 26 degrees Celsius. Isn't it hot for you guys to be wrapped up like this?"

　"We are full of fear," a masked man said. Answered, "Under the alliance, any dust floating in the air may be monitored, and even a single hair exposed makes us uneasy."

　Another masked man continued: "I hope that a hundred years from now, the world we build will be free of electronic terror. ."

　They are used to the "prophetic language" of the anti-Ukrainian society. They greet each other with a set of lines, with long tail sounds and a strange rhythm. They speak like singing.

　Woolf waved his hand: "Okay, don't think about it a hundred years later. You can't deal with the ragtag gang of Glory Regiment. Now the organization is in chaos and full of complaints. You'd better take care of yourself first."

　Wang Ailun stepped forward in response and raised his head . He raised his wrist, and a three-dimensional projection of light shot out from his wrist. A plainly dressed middle-aged man appeared among everyone, with a look that seemed to contain worry.

　The masked men from the Anti-Ughurs Association were suddenly taken aback. No one could care about showing off for a while and kept talking: "It's Alexander Harris!"

　"What's going on? Is he still alive?"

　"Alive," the taciturn secretary replied, "Harris's prophet's alias is 'Hope'. He has been hiding under Prince Gloria in the eighth galaxy. Recently, we have received reliable news that this person has resurfaced and is organizing Everyone, because you made a mistake in your decision-making and formed an alliance with the Glorious Army, those ungrateful things turned their backs on Voto and trapped you in the eight star systems. Now you are entangled with those local warlords. , there are complaints in the organization, and the voices of opposition are getting louder and louder. Harris has always been very good at demagogueing people. You know what the consequences will be if he returns to the organization now."

　Marshal Wolf sat down slowly: "We are. The alliance, everyone, is already in turmoil outside, but we can't withstand the storm inside."

　Several masked men from the Anti-Ukrainian Association were silent for a moment, and one of them stepped forward and said, "Marshal, since you have information channels, can you give us some clues.

　Allen Wang smiled: "Prophet Harris's last coordinates are near the Egret Star in the Eighth Galaxy. He will take a civilian route and pass through the interstellar customs. According to reliable information, someone within the organization will greet him in the Seventh Galaxy. I My personal suggestion is not to let him appear in public. It is best to deal with him in the Eight Galaxy. What do you think?"

　A masked man blurted out and asked: "Marshal, is the news accurate? What is your channel?"

　Wolfe asked. At the beginning, the old eyes suddenly shot out like a falcon, as if they could penetrate his mask in an instant. The masked man who spoke suddenly felt that he had made a mistake and moved uneasily. Two companions behind him pulled him, and he immediately lowered his head: "I'm sorry, I'm not..."

　"It doesn't matter if the gentlemen don't believe us. You can wait until Harris comes back and then have a high-profile war with him to see who can compete with him," Wang Ailun said with a smile, "I'm personally looking forward to it - it's getting late, and the marshal still has an appointment to make. I went through a physical examination, please be careful on the way."

　Of course, the masked men did not dare to cause trouble on other people's territory, and quickly left the room. The door of the secret room was closed again, and Wang Ailun put the teacups they used into the powerful crusher. He glanced at the old marshal, he seemed hesitant to speak.

　Woolf asked: "What happened?"

　Wang Allen hesitated: "You sent people to pick up Harris, gave him armed support, and leaked his whereabouts to the rabies of the "manic faction". What on earth did you want to help? "Does he still want his life?"

　"Harris is a smart man, much better than these wild dogs who just know how to shout slogans, and he was very close to the two rebels in the White Tower in his early years. Lugden blew himself up, and the "forbidden fruit" and chip technology were lost one after another. These idiots have not achieved anything for so many years, but I suspect that Harris knows something, but he has refused to say it just because he opposed Nuwa's plan. Woolf said, "This person could have become a dangerous person, but he is old and still has some unrealistic peace delusions. He is not of the same mind as us."

　Wang Ailun said: "Yes, it is always difficult for rationalists to Do it a little bit."

　"But only the rationalists can stir up the biggest storm and become the eye of the typhoon." Woolf said, "He is too attached to the pastoral fantasy, and he must be taught a lesson to wake him up. Under gunfire, faith is nothing. Change of power requires bloodshed, and he can only rely on us - by the way, what is the charm of that hellish place in the eighth galaxy that allowed him to stay for so long?"

　Wang Ailun looked up at him. .

　Woolf's face was in shadow, like a long-dead statue.

　"No matter what it is, let's clean it up together," Wolf waved his hand, "to save him from always wanting to hide back and farm - that magic stick needs a little hatred to spur him on."

　Wang Ailun responded, and then asked: "Marshal "Do you believe Harris about the Eighth Galaxy and Jingheng?"

　This time, Woolf was silent for a long time.

　The secretary realized that he had asked something that was not easy to answer. He lowered his head and prepared to leave quietly.

　"I wish to believe," Woolf said. "I wish he was dead."