Dr. Harden's face had so many wrinkles that could cover his expression. Any part of his body was very slow, so he looked calm most of the time, but Lin Jingheng still caught fear from his face.

Dr. Harden's life is simply a witness to the ever-changing life of human nature. All ideals have decayed and deteriorated, all friends have gone against each other, and all warmth has ulterior motives. Even if the eighth Galaxy, which has recovered after the war, looks more vibrant, he will no longer dare to trust these scammers with all kinds of intentions.

Lin Jingheng pretended not to see it and said in a very objective tone: "When Prince Kelly returned to the Eighth Galaxy, he brought a group of radical dysfunction associations and conducted human experiments on the Qiming satellite Emma San. The kidnapped experimental items include the former chief of the Eighth Galaxy and a group of government officials. These people fled to the Galaxy City base and happened to be met by us. We didn't know that the rainbow virus they were infected with was a more pathogenic variant. Without protection, they had physical contact with patients and had conversations with them at close range. Later, I was infected by the mutant rainbow virus, but he did not."

Dr. Harden was surprised and hesitated for a moment. He asked: "Did you have any records about this matter at that time? Virus sampling, cases, etc...."

"Yes, in addition, the antibodies to the variant rainbow virus were taken out by us at the dysfunction club's nest. The entire process of recording the military recorder on the mecha can also be shown to you."

Harden pondered and said nothing - the resistance of the cerebral disease to the rainbow virus is stronger than that of ordinary people. This statement should be based on experimental data from the radical dysfunction society, but the data is still said, it is just a little stronger, just like the experimental products for young people are also a little stronger than the experimental products for middle-aged and elderly people.

Lin Jingheng and other professional soldiers in Silver Fortress have used many antibodies. Compared with ordinary people, their immunity is almost unlike one species. Under the same conditions, they are infected with the virus while the other person does not have it. This is almost impossible.

But then again, maybe this was also what Lin Jingheng compiled to deceive him. Anyway, the Eighth Galaxy is his territory, so no matter how he compiled, someone would continue to lie.

Dr. Harden was worried and glanced at Lin Jingheng with the corner of his eyes, saying conservatively: "The age is too old. I have achieved certain results regarding the Nuwa Project and human evolution, but such a huge amount of information has been destroyed, and I am not used to using memory-assisted tools, so it is impossible for them to be kept in my mind."

Lin Jingheng: "If it is true, will the damage caused by chips to him be much smaller than that of ordinary people?"

"That depends on what chip is," Dr. Harden answered cautiously, "In theory, if he can evolve safely in a perfect state, there will be no harm."

Lin Jingheng's tense corners relaxed a little, because Zhan Lu said that when Lu Bixing used his experiment with biochips in his early years, he took them out and put them back, put them back and took them out. He went back and forth many times, and he should have known about biochips.

But before he could relax his breath, Dr. Harden said again: "You said you have seen a synthetic 'birdman'. Is this true, or is it also a lie to me?"

Lin Jingheng: "Well."

Dr. Harden asked: "How is this birdman doing well? How did it happen?"

A cloud flashed through Lin Jingheng's eyes.

This birdman was not doing well and struggled with wandering all his life. He had a human soul with good looks, but he had never received the dignity he deserved... not for a day. Later, he died, and until his death, he did not have a serious name other than "Birdman".

"I think you understand what I mean," said Dr. Harden. "If you don't want his fate to become a collection of me and the birdman, this secret should be buried in the black hole."

Lin Jingheng's fingers suddenly tightened, and the two sat and stood, silent for a long time.

I don’t know how long it took, but the smart door of the apartment automatically prompted that two guests came on this floor, and Thomas Young and White could be seen from the surveillance.

Dr. Harden said almost indescribably: "It cannot test human nature, General."

Lin Jingheng looked at him deeply: "So have you realized that you will not have any freedom even in the Eighth Galaxy if you say this?"

Dr. Harden smiled: "The soul of freedom is even scarce than natural and livable planets. Everyone is drawing a jail, but some are bigger in the prison cell, some are smaller in the prison, some are heartless in the prison, and some are awake, and they suffer a little... Apart from that, there is no difference in essence. Anyway, I have never been free in my life. No matter what you, General Lin, are you not going to abuse me, an old thing that is almost empty, right?"

Lin Jingheng didn't respond. After a while, he said almost politely: "I asked them to arrange a place for you near my home. If there is any inconvenience in life, you can ask Zhan Lu to take care of him at any time."

Dr. Harden looked at him. The Lin brothers and sisters grew up in Woto and were actually good at speaking. However, they were willing to lower their posture and speak well when they had something to ask for. Fortunately, compared to Lin Jingshu's creepy coldness and moodyness, Lin Jingheng seemed to be a little more open-minded.

The old doctor said to him half-telledly: "Oh, do I have such honor? That's really a General Labor worry."

Lin Jingheng didn't have the same knowledge as him: "Then are you free today? You can visit my house in the evening. Let's see him first."

Thomas Young took White to find Old Harden's residence and happened to hear a sentence.

"Our general is here too," Thomas Young happily reached out and knocked on the door, and turned around and muttered to White, "Who can you meet at his house, Zhanlu?"

White replied with an awkward and polite smile on his face, "Maybe... it's that 'Engineer001'?"

Thomas Young felt that this title sounded like an artificial intelligence number, but it unexpectedly fitted the introverted temperament of their boss. After all, it was a pervert who didn't know how to set it cutely, so he said: "I have known him for so many years, and the general has never taken us to his house, and it is not approachable at all. However, I am not very interested in the concentration camp of Votto, so I have to visit it this time."

Voto.

As the dusk is in full bloom, the lights like fairyland begin to illuminate in patches.

The doctors hurriedly entered and exited the Marshal's Mansion and whispered to each other from time to time. Wang Ailun walked towards him and greeted them politely: "Good evening."

"Good evening, Secretary-General."

"How is the old marshal today?"

Since five years ago, Woolf has stopped using mechanical medical cabins. He has a professional health care team that serves him only and has only one goal every day - to make him excited in front of everyone, without showing fatigue or oldness.

"It's not bad. The climate in the mountains is very suitable for the elderly." A doctor said, "but he is already 320 years old after all. Now there are a few signs. We suspect that he has a pop harbinger. Secretary General, do you think you need to communicate with the old marshal, and try to participate in interstellar travel as little as possible and take less means of transportation such as mechas?"

If Pope's collapse was just a sign of prelude, there might be some hope. Once it starts, it will be on the blacklist of Death.

Wang Ailun nodded with some concern, sent the doctors away, and hurried towards the back mountain.

This is a mountainous area, far away from where everyone lives. After climbing a mountain, the Ulan Military Academy is behind it. Because the mansion was built early, there was a place on the hillside and it was his home. It was not affected by the severe height limit policy of Votto later. It was a rare place where Votto could climb high and look far. Before Votto fell, this place was Woolf's home. After returning to his hometown, it was renovated. The vegetation was trimmed with artistic sense, presenting a gentle and neat feeling.

Wang Allen got off the mountaineering elevator and found Woolf in the pavilion halfway up the mountain.

"There used to be Lu Xin's family." Woolf heard footsteps and did not look back. He pointed his hand. About ten kilometers away, it was a distant valley. The valley had a good scenery and beautiful terrain. The Union Council Building was built there, and it was also a residential area. From the hill, you could see shadowy buildings. He said to Wang Allen, "I remember that their garden was always made in and out, just like a dog chew... Xiao Wei's family was a little further away, not in that valley. It looked much more regular and empty for many years. Later, it was divided into two halves and gave them to the two children. But these two of the Lin family were in the Management Committee and the other in the Silver Fortress, and no one went home."

Wang Allen followed Woolf's gaze and looked at it: "Marson, you remember wrongly. General Lin Wei is more steady and has a proper manner of doing things, so their family is in the valley, not far from the parliament building, and General Lu is the one who moved far away."

Woolf was stunned, with a little confusion on her face: "Is that so? I'm so confused?"

"Marson," Wang Allen put a chip on the stone table next to Woolf. "This is all the information about Mrs. Lu's escape from the Eighth Galaxy after General Lu Xin's death, including images on the military recorder of the pursuers."

Woolf said "hmm" and his eyes didn't leave the distance: "I'm dazzled, I'm watching slowly, tell me."

"Yes, first of all, we have argued about this incident back then. The possibility of Mrs. Lu's survival is very low, but it is not without it," Wang Allen bent over and said in his ear. "She or her body was later kidnapped by a mysterious figure. The one who can rob people under the nose of the pursuers must be the local snake of the Eighth Galaxy. This person is well-informed, bold, has certain armed and powerful hands, and is a Lu Xin iron. We have evaluated that there are not many suspects. This "one-eyed eagle" is a military recorder. Although it was disguised, the speed and deflection angle can be found once you check it."

Woolf asked: "Didn't you check it later? Why?"

Wang Alan paused and bent his waist lower: "You were furious at the Management Committee at that time and asked them that everyone was dead and Zhan Lu had also taken it back. Do they still want to kill them all... Marshal, don't you remember?"

Woolf's eyebrows moved and he was silent for a while: "Yes... it's too long, just like the previous life, is there any more?"

"In addition, Lin Jingheng went to the Eighth Galaxy in his early years under the name of chasing the interstellar pirates. I checked his itinerary. When he returned to the scene, he was vacant for a while. It was normal for the commander to leave the team in a non-emergency situation. It was possible to meet and have fun, but you know that this situation is really uncommon for him."

"You mean he went to meet this arms dealer."

"Maybe, I think he might have known about the existence of this child. After he escaped from the Heart of Rose, he stayed in the Eighth Galaxy for five years. What is there in the Eighth Galaxy worth nostalgia? And I also noticed that the genetic test report that General Lu sent to General Duke at that time was detected by brain genes. This is not common. Marshal, it is not a technical problem. DNA technology is a product of the ancient earth era. Earthlings were limited by the technological level at that time. They used some surface cells that could easily escape from the human body. This habit has been used to this day. Why did he choose the brain?"

Woolf slowly turned around.

Wang Allen said: "The internal data of the Anti-Dynasty Association said that they once restarted the Nuwa Project in the Eighth Galaxy, and it happened to be that time. Finally, Marshal, I still remember that we extracted the information about the Eighth Galaxy from Hope's personal terminal. In addition to that Saturday, there was also a very interesting information. President Lu - Lu Bixing, was once exposed to the highly pathogenic variant of the rainbow virus for several hours, without any signs of infection. What did you think of?"

Lu Bixing, who was talked about by distant conspirators, sneezes on the near-local mecha vehicle.

Before dawn, he was taken to the Galaxy City Command Center for a meeting. He took a day and took a long walk to deal with these people in the evening. There was a group of homeless workaholics in the Galaxy City Command Center. They got up day and night and were very similar to President Lu.

However, today, President Lu didn't want to join them. After handling the emergency, he took the opportunity to go out to pour coffee several times, but he was blocked by the people who lined up at the door to find him.

For the first time, Lu Bixing felt like a popular dungeon boss in the game, being grouped together to brush back and forth.

Finally, after it was completely dark, Lu Bixing finally found an opportunity to slip through the back door and checked in and locked the door in one go. Unexpectedly, when he went to the private mecha parking lot, he saw that the person in charge of the overall planning department was waiting for the rabbit. Lu Bixing turned around and left, touching the public high-speed mecha leading to the Galaxy City like a thief.

The high-speed mecha car was passing through the vacuum track, and there was no scenery outside the window, and only the bizarre light in the instrument flashed back and forth. The passengers around were all the command center staff who were working overtime and returning late. They were all tired and leaning on the seat and drowsy. No one noticed him.

The whole car was very quiet, only Lu Bixing seemed to have taken too much stimulant, like a primary school student looking forward to a spring outing.

He hadn't been looking forward to "going home" for many years. Every time he passed through this track, he had already made others unable to stand it. He mercifully let them go back to rest. He delayed himself until he was really nothing to do, so he went back bored to listen to Zhan Lu's nagging, and closed his eyes all the way. Until that day, he discovered that the signal lights in the tracks had eight/9 different colors, like kaleidoscopes. A projection screen on the tracks on both sides maintained the same speed as the mecha car. It was a promotional video of safety precautions on the mecha car. It was very humorous. Lu Bixing ignored it every time, and it was the first time he stared at it and watched it completely, which was quite fresh.

After the delivery in more than ten minutes, the mecha car sighed and arrived at the station.

Lu Bixing followed the crowd down the platform, took a look at the time, and knew that Lin Jingheng should have gone home. As this thought came, a sense of indescribable expectation rose from his feet. On the small road in the residential area, he slowly rose and continued to expand. When he saw the lights of his home, he felt that he had been pulled away from the ground by the expectation hanging above his head.

He didn't want to do anything, he had any plans, and he was aimless and purely expecting.

Then the balloon that was expected to be broken at the moment the door opened... He had too many family members.

White held Zhanlu's popcorn and stood up and greeted him: "Teacher, I'm here again, is it your food?"
Chapter completed!