"Close the cabin--"

“Start adjusting the air pressure.”

The mecha sounded mechanically and sounded step by step. Lin Jingheng thought that humans were already untrustworthy enough, but he did not expect that artificial intelligence would be even unreliable!

He was unbelievable, and at the same time, he understood Zhan Lu's implication and for the first time clearly encountered the last words left to him by Lu Xin more than 30 years ago. He was filled with mixed feelings. Before he could taste the complex feeling of mixed feelings, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Lin Jingheng slowly realized that Lu Bixing had been pretending from the beginning, and Zhan Lu's stingy things knew not to report it!

Mixed with emotion, he was burned to ashes by anger. Lin Jingheng subconsciously pushed the ecological cabin door, intending to rub Zhan Lu into a pile of broken copper and iron. Fortunately, he was not completely confused and immediately remembered that he had taken off his isolation suit. He quickly retracted his hand and fastened all the electronic locks in the ecological cabin.

Lu Bixing's footsteps stopped outside.

A moment later, he heard Lu Bixing say in a very stable voice: "It's a little dizzy... Zhan Lu, your spiritual network is too wide. The heavy armor I have seen does not have such a complex spiritual network. Has it been contracted?"

"Yes, I'm honored to serve you," said Zhan Lu. "In addition, Principal Lu, I don't recommend you to do this."

The ecological cabin of this imitation experimental product is opaque, and Lin Jingheng was frightened because he couldn't see what Lu Bixing did outside.

I heard Lu Bixing answer reasonably: "I have no other choice now, otherwise I can't control this crazy bastard. Do you have any recommendations? By the way, he locked the ecological cabin, how could I open it?"

Lin Jingheng: "Lu Bixing, you..."

"Oh, I know." Lu Bixing's mechanical attainments are unparalleled. He can understand it at a glance. He immediately learned how to go deep into every corner of the mecha through Zhanlu's spiritual network without blind spots. Then he used the skill of young scientists to slip through doors and locks in various network communication worlds, and took Zhanlu's universal/key to break the electronic lock of the ecological cabin in a few seconds.

A string of "clicks" sounds sounded, and Lin Jingheng had no choice but to hold the hatch door with both hands.

Lu Bixing tried to lift it up and found that the last "artificial lock" was actually quite difficult to open.

Lu Bixing: "Let go."

Lin Jingheng: "Get out!"

Lu Bixing sighed: "Don't you think we are not good-looking like this? We are like zombies and tomb robbers who are robbing coffin boards."

Lin Jingheng wished he could summon a glass cover isolated from the world, covering Lu Bixing like the rose that could not wither in a fairy tale. His hands kept shaking, and the veins on his elbows were pounding. The dizziness made him feel a little disgusting and unable to speak for a while.

"Don't let go, right?" Lu Bixing didn't like to play arm wrestling with people and gave up quickly.

Then, Lin Jingheng felt the entire ecological cabin moving, and was pushed by Lu Bixing for a while. He didn't know where he pushed it. There was a "buzzing" sound next to him, and a strong light pierced. Lin Jingheng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the searchlight on the head of a tool robot. As a great technician, young scientist Mr. Lu never used violence. He commanded a group of small robots to remove most of the fuselage of the ecological cabin.

With one hand stretched out to block the strong light on the robot's head, Lu Bixing drove the little robot who had finished his work to the side: "Don't look at his eyes, it will hurt his vision."

One...hand...

Lu Bixing took off his isolation suit!

The usually warm smile disappeared from Lu Bixing's face, the corners of his mouth, which were slightly upturned, was tense tightly. The backlighted pupils were deep, like two light-absorbing black holes. Then he bent over and leaned over. Lin Jingheng subconsciously shrank back, but the narrow ecological cabin did not give him room to turn.

Lu Bixing grabbed his wrist with one hand. The skin of the tentacles was so hot that it seemed to be intact, and it was not as good as a layer of skin rolling down with a touch of light.

Lin Jingheng almost moved his lips when he spoke, and his voice pressed into his throat, as if he was afraid of revealing a little virus breath: "Are you crazy?"

Lu Bixing looked at him and thought he was really good-looking. Even in medical beauty, Woto, who is well-developed and can make a living by his face, must be considered outstanding. His facial features may not be flawless, but each part echoes just right, allowing people to think and taste for a long time.

But is such a good packaging just like this? I am so cruel and unreasonable.

According to historical books, in those years when productivity was backward in ancient times, people had to live together in order to obtain the minimum living materials in order to survive. Therefore, the order in the group was always greater than that of human nature. The condescending dictators always lacked the minimum empathy, and they were determined to act on their own likes and dislikes and judgments, as if the people around him were a group of animals that only knew how to eat, drink, defecate, and sensation. As long as they breathed, they were not sad or happy.

Judging from this characteristic, General Lin really has a classical temperament.

Lu Bixing bit his cheeks hard: "You are crazy."

He suddenly dragged Lin Jingheng out of the half-demolized ecological cabin - this was impossible in normal times. The raging rainbow virus and the narrow ecological cabin helped him a lot. Lin Jingheng's legs were stuck by the half-demolized ecological cabin. He pulled it, and the waist was basically suspended above the air. His arms, which had been trembling all the time, were completely out of control. Lu Bixing grabbed his wrist, pressed him on the half-open ecological cabin, and then captured the most mean lips of the entire league.

"Maybe he would be beaten to death?" Lu Bixing's mind flashed instantly with Lin Jingheng kicking Yu William out of bleeding. However, then, his random thoughts were washed away by some powerful force, and his consciousness floated up.

The lips are one of the thinnest skin and densest nerve endings in the whole body. Lu Bixing knew this common sense before, but never realized what it means.

Just like a person with congenital color blindness sees the world in the eyes of others for the first time, just like a person who is accustomed to talking and chatting directly talks with artificial intelligence on the spiritual network for the first time - countless sparks whizzing through his nerves like his leads, causing his eyes to burst into flowers. The world turned upside down, and the usual sense of touch suddenly changed the definition. All the scents he had pulled when he fooled Tulan were dead without a place to bury him.

It turned out that this person's lips were not as cold and expensive as he imagined.

So soft and so burning.

Lin Jingheng was stuck in the unlucky ecological cabin. He raised his head and hit the ecological cabin. He could not avoid it. He raised his elbow and forced Lu Bixing to hit the ecological cabin door. He took Lu Bixing's hand to relax and pushed him away while Lu Bixing relaxed his hand. Worry and shock were like two missiles that exploded in his brain. The "high-energy particle flow" produced by the "high-energy particle flow" rolled over like a tsunami, sweeping over his soul.

The two men suddenly separated and then fell into strange silence.

It was not until Zhan Lu's voice came from the cabin: "Sorry, my spiritual network will have a video record of the last ten days, and it will be automatically replaced and deleted. Does the part just now need to be permanently saved?"

This voice called back two souls.

Lu Bixing's face turned red, he coughed dryly, and said with a stuttering: "No, no, thank you... Well, Zhan Lu, I have a few words to say to him alone."

"Okay Principal Lu," Zhan Lu became a robot and automatically left them, leaving a comment before leaving, "You are really much more polite than sir."

Lu must-win: "…"

I really have nothing to be proud of when I beat Lin Jingheng in this regard.

He sat on the ground, holding Lin Jingheng's wrist with one hand and rubbed it gently. Lu Bixing relaxed his legs: "Hey, general, if I was lucky enough to be not infected before, then this luck should no longer exist when I was just now? If I was not infected, it was not because of luck, but because of the rainbow virus that was pieced together, I might not be infected with the mutant virus and there is no need to isolate it - no matter what the situation is, you have no reason to drive me away, right?"

Lin Jingheng had difficulty breathing, but he was choking so hard that he coughed to death and couldn't speak.

Lu Bixing sighed, got up and lifted the cover on the ecological cabin, freeing Lin Jingheng, so that he could sit.

Then he suddenly reached out and hugged the other party before Lin Jingheng cursed him.

Lu Bixing bent over slightly, and his arms circled around Lin Jingheng's shoulders, overlapped them on his back, lowered his head and buried his face in his neck, took a deep breath, and slowly tightened his arms, like a python wrapped around his prey: "General, do you have anything to pay attention to in your life? Are there anything you have to protect with all your efforts? You said that the Eighth Galaxy is a wilderness, and you consider abandoning the savages here when necessary, but I think it is wrong. For you, the Seventh Galaxy, the Sixth Galaxy... and even the Capital Star Woto, I'm afraid there is nothing that cannot be abandoned when it is 'necessary'?"

Lin Jingheng was speechless.

"Is there a planet in this world, a place that makes you dream of, and you can smell the smell of the soil there in your dreams, making you feel that no matter where you wander, you must go back and live there? Who are there... relatives, friends... even those you have a secret love - I don't mind - can keep you thinking about it all the time, making you worry that he will not live well after leaving, so no matter what, you have to struggle to return to him and take a good look at him?" Lu Bixing shook his head slowly, "Actually, there is no? Lin, I think you are used to being an alliance general. When you encounter something, you will do whatever you want. If you die, you will die. Have a clear conscience, right? Even my father is so personal, he has placed part of his expectations of ending troubled times on you, but he doesn't know that you don't want to take this responsibility at all."

Lin Jingheng: "I..."

"I haven't finished speaking yet," Lu Bixing interrupted him coldly, "Speak again after class if you have any questions - you fainted me and planned to throw me into the mecha and return automatically. Have you considered my feelings, hero? Or in your eyes, I am just a heartless idiot who doesn't care if you keep breathing?"

Lin Jingheng's eyes twitched slightly.

"Do you still think that I said I like you, but I just have nothing to do to have fun. Even if I really do it, I will forget it in a few days, right?" Lu Bixing paused, raised the back of his hand, rubbed it gently on Lin Jingheng's blood-colored face, as if he had repeatedly raised the next words and swallowed them again. After a few times, he said word by word, "But you are the first person I like so much. Can you be more serious, have a little brain, and have a good look at me... Lin Jingheng, how can you do this?"

It is said that the food chain is like this - the timids are afraid of the bold, and the bold are afraid of the desperate situation.

For people like Lin Jingheng, it is rare to show their own preferences, and confessing their joys and sorrows in their hearts is even more unimaginable adventure. For example, Lu Bixing, who can express his feelings without reservation, can basically be said to be "despite life".

Therefore, he had no way to fight back and was defeated.

When Lu Bixing kissed him for the first time, he just touched his lips briefly. The secondary reason was that his posture was awkward, and the main reason was that he was not familiar with his business, like a novice who had to throw the dish into the pot in a hurry and forgot the recipe.

The second time was not clear about how it happened. Maybe it was because Lu Bixing was a little annoyed, or maybe it was the natural reaction of his entangled vision and breathing. This time, he was like an ignorant young beast, attracted by the smell, and turned around the river clams he had never seen before and tried back and forth. After tasting a little sweetness, he instinctively chased the past and entered a new world.

Perhaps it was the ecological cabin that numbed Lin Jingheng's limbs, or perhaps it was the mutant rainbow virus that was too powerful and he could not resist. For the first time since he joined the army, General Lin realized what "defeated as a mountain of defeat" means.

There was a hard shell on his chest, which locked everything he suppressed and refused to face up to. He was invisible and was not upset. Over time, he forgot everything. Unexpectedly, he was caught off guard and pulled out by others. He was spread all over the floor in a mess, and the huge hole was blocked by those who squeezed in. The ice sculptures of the city gates and bunkers began to melt as if they were at the end of their journey and surrendered.

"How can this be done?" General Lin, who had never returned home and had no idea who was fighting for, thought blankly, "This is wrong."

On the Qiming Star, weasels who knew what the Eight Galaxies were, got a batch of saline water and sent a few self-defense team members in isolation suits to "distribute antibodies" from door to door. At the same time, they lied without a bottom line, claiming that "the original antibodies take effect too quickly and cause certain damage to the body. The 'antibody' issued at this stage is brought back from other galaxies, which is gentler and harmless. If it is an infected person, it may recover slowly within a week or even longer."

The most effective prescription for treating chaos will be "hopeful". After one dose, all the besieged hospitals have been honestly returned home, and the residents are listening carefully at home to prevent methods. The disinfectant that can be mixed with artificial rain has been exhausted. The Ninth Guard of the Silver had to temporarily apply strong oxidizer with a strong smell, so that the self-defense team members were wearing isolation suits and driving mecha vehicles to spray the ground along the street. The empty streets and alleys briefly had the illusion of order.

On Saturday, he thoroughly disinfected in the disinfection room and took off his isolation suit. He was tired of the thickest layer of stubble in his life. He didn't have time to eat, so he took a piece of nutritional cream and ate it while eating.

"Where is Captain Tulane Guard?"

“In the dungeon.”

Saturday responded and walked quickly towards the dungeon with great worries.

The situation in the hospital quarantine room was very bad. The residents of Galaxy City were generally poor in physical fitness. Within 24 hours of the onset, the number of deaths could no longer be controlled. If this continues, once the news leaks, the weasel's lies will inevitably be exposed.

As soon as the elevator door opened, he heard a male voice coming from not far away.

The man was a little weak, but his tone was calm: "I did not lie, Captain of the Guard, my faith requires me to be honest forever, whether facing myself or others. Because I questioned the decision to organize the alliance to form a glorious regiment, I was placed under Prince Kelly before the war and became the so-called "Awakening Man" - not even the "Prophet". I was basically exiled. I don't know their military deployment in the alliance, nor do I understand what happened outside the territory. Life is at stake, I just want to help."

Tulan was revealed in its true form, too lazy to pretend to be a lady, and sneered: "You cult psychopaths know what 'human life is'? Fuck it, no matter how honest you are, I will let you bring out all the top ten tortures invented by your pirates for you to taste!"

Hope seemed to sigh quietly: "As the organization has been outside the territory for a long time, its faith has become less pure, and its things are becoming more and more extreme. I am very sad, but our original teachings are not like this. Captain of the Guard, we just want to find a way out for future human beings."

Tulan said with a sharp "ha" sound.

"In a place like Galaxy City, birds sing and flowers are fragrant all year round, and everything can flourish. Only people are hungry and cold, and flies are thriving," Hope said softly, "Captain Guard, don't you think this is wrong? I was born to eliminate suffering, and I will not ignore the life of anyone - instead of asking me here, you should hurry up and think of other solutions that can solve this disaster."

Saturday's hurrying steps suddenly stopped.

Hope's final question was exactly what he thought about when searching for infected people in Galaxy City. The coincidental thoughts instantly resonated, which made him feel an impulse in an instant to go in and protect Hope.

At this moment, the rushing footsteps came from behind. Zhou Saturday came to his senses and saw Foucault's hair scattered and smell of disinfectant water. He saw that he had just come out of the isolation suit. Foucault didn't call him, and asked like a cannon when he came up: "Saturday, does Captain Tulan have any instructions for the next step?"

On Saturday, I asked, "What?"

"There is a man who was infected in the isolation room. He pretended to be a pharmacy nurse and scrambled in - he saw a ghost. The city-level hospital in Galaxy City actually had artificial medical care! The most important thing is that the child is dead. We have no antibodies, and the patients locked in the isolation room can only wait for death. He knows!"

Lies are always lies.

There was a chill on Saturday.

Outside the domain, the Liberty Legion and the stubbornly resisting the dysfunction base are still fighting fire. Lu Bixing followed the intranet that he went into the black, and quietly logged on to the broadcast used by the Liberty Legion to slam the dysfunction base.

"This broadcast is on the ground of the base and requires identity verification and keys," Lu Bixing said. "There are quite a lot of traitors in the dysfunction society. The Liberty Legion should have internal support. First, send some bait to cooperate with the internal support and deceive the main force away, and then come over to lift the nest...Okay, I'm in."
Chapter completed!