There is a command post in the center of the military base left by the Anti-Dynasties. Lin Jingheng temporarily lives in the lounge next to the conference hall on the fifth floor of the Command Post. The command post is in the mecha station. If the anti-noise device is not turned on indoors, it may be deafened by the sound of the mecha rise and fall. It was not used for a long time. The Anti-Dynasties actually planned a special accommodation area, which has mountains, water and is far away from noise, but Lin Jingheng was too lazy to go there.

Lu Bixing didn't want to meet too many people, so he didn't take the elevator. He flew to the intelligent surveillance camera in the corner and slipped into the emergency stairwell.

Lu Bixing carried a heavy "Eighth Galaxy" and ran up the stairs lightly. Just now, his attention was dispersed by the general leader of worrying about the country and the people. He had not returned like this. At this time, in the empty stairwell, all distracting thoughts fell like a tide. The thoughts of Lin Jingheng were like "falling out of the rocks", which were unprecedentedly strong. Qi Mingxing's gravity seemed to have been ineffective on him for a short time. Lu Bixing's every step seemed to be able to fly, and soon changed from one step to two steps. When he reached the junction of the fourth and fifth floors, Lu Bixing had no idea that he had taken a few steps, as if he had kicked his feet and he "flyed" to the fifth floor.

The joy in his heart was like a constantly blowing balloon, which expanded to the apex as he walked out of the stairwell - and then blew towards the empty corridor.

Because when Lin Jingheng was there, there were always people coming and going on, and it was absolutely impossible to be so quiet.

Lu Bixing's heart, which was jumping rapidly, fell vertically, and made a pit in his heart.

"No." He exhaled a breath of heat, stood there in disappointment for ten seconds, then smiled self-deprecatingly, and came to the door of Lin Jingheng's lounge. He first put down the heavy "Eighth Galaxy", then raised his wrist, ready to contact Lin Jingheng, and sighed, "I want to give you a surprise."

At this time, Lu Bixing accidentally raised his elbow and rubbed against the door of the lounge. As soon as he touched the door panel, he noticed a ray sweeping through him, and a mechanical voice came from his ear: "Scan the identity—"

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

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

Lu Bixing quickly adjusted his expression and posture, pressed his shoulders diagonally against the gate, and greeted the scanner in a dashing manner: "Hi, General, it's me, you..."

He wanted to say "whether you are surprised or not", but before he finished sending it, he heard this very intelligent door saying: "Pass."

Lu Bixing: "…ah?"

With a "click", the door of the lounge opened. Lu Bixing, who was leaning against the door, was caught off guard and almost fell into it.

Lu Bixing subconsciously reached out to hold the wall and just helped 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 shirt looked at each other for a moment. It was not until this time that he realized that he had broken into Lin's lounge.

He looked back at the door lock in the lounge in disbelief: "You just put me in like this? You... are you broken?"

Door lock - not as smart as he can chat with him, silently.

Lu Bixing seemed to have accidentally opened someone else's diary. On the one hand, he was so curious that he was scratching his heart, and on the other hand, he was inexplicably short of breath and did not dare to look around. He wandered around for a moment at a loss and suddenly realized that Lin set his permission to pass on the door of the lounge, which was equivalent to giving him the key... Although he didn't tell him.

He had received a copy of his surprise before he could deliver it.

Lu Bixing couldn't help but hold his breath, and a thin layer of sweat emerged from his vest. He carefully picked up his "Eighth Galaxy" and walked into Lin Jingheng's small lounge on tiptoe.

The area here is very 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 so flat that they are made of iron and spotless. Lu Bixing was embarrassed to sit on his bed, but after walking around the house for 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, lifted his trousers, sat on the ground, used the refrigerator as a backrest, looked around the small and orderly space, and remembered his messy nest. He was initially flattered, and began to worry, thinking: "This is almost a cleanliness obsessive? Can he tolerate me when he is with him in the future?"

There are countless stories in the book that are easy to fall in love and difficult to get along with, and many feelings are buried in the details of daily life.

The more Lu Bixing thought about it, the more he felt that the problem was very serious. He thought about the details of life seriously. He opened his personal terminal, hit the projection on the white wall opposite, and wrote and painted it with an electronic pen. He wanted to design an automatic home cleaning system in the open space. When Lin Jingheng arrived in ten minutes, it could clean the whole family with one click - dust removal, noise reduction, disinfection, sonic cleaning of clothes, and then put everything back to its place...

Lu Bixing traveled around the eight galaxies for a week, sometimes day and night, flying in the mecha for more than ten hours. After the excitement caused by hormones faded away, fatigue quickly swept over him. The furniture jumped up and down in his mind and turned into a ball of paste. He fell asleep leaning against the small refrigerator, with messy projections still on the white wall.

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

It was already evening when Lin Jingheng came back.

Tulan finished the prisoner reviewing, but unexpectedly, there was nothing to gain. He reported while walking: "These people collect money and work. I don't know who their superiors are. They are very well organized. There is a person like the team leader here who said that he used to transport 'opium' in the Seven Galaxies. He was just sent to the Eight Galaxies to test the waters. There should be ten to twenty small mecha teams in the same way. He worked for them, and the rewards were very generous, and he could also replace chips for free."

Lin Jingheng: "Replace chips for free? They all injected this chip."

"Yes, otherwise, just with these gangsters, how could the matching degree of man-machines be so high - their average value is at least 80%. Since we were dragged down by the kids of the Self-Defense Force, I have never seen the number of top eight. Fortunately, they can't operate, and there are many people." Tulan said, "Don't you have to disassemble the chip before asking? Tsk, it's so miserable... No anesthetics work. Those who faint can wake up from the pain, and those who cry and howl without torture at all, they will go crazy by themselves. The pleasure and power brought by this chip are unimaginable, and it's much better than the Garden of Eden."

After all, Eden is regulated. Whether it is regulating hormone levels or stimulating the senses, it requires strict medical evaluation to ensure safety and health. Yevgenia made a public confession to Lin Jingheng that year, and shedded trace amounts of hormone stimulation. Later, it was reported by someone that because it slightly exceeded the amount stipulated by the Management Committee, Yevgenia, the marketing company and the regional Eden regulatory department each paid a fine of 50 million... Of course, they are all in the same group, so it is hard to say whether the fine was implemented.

But the people's dependence on the Garden of Eden is psychological in the final analysis.

Lin Jingheng asked: "Are you saying that this kind of chip will destroy the brain structure and create irreversible dependencies?"

Tulan said firmly: "Absolutely, Mr. Lu, who got the mutated rainbow virus a while ago, did Mr. Lu invite a medical team? I asked them to show it. I just replied to me that the specific situation needs further research, but I am afraid that this chip is more harmful than the existing drugs on the market. Among the prisoners we caught, the shortest one used a biochip, took only one week, and had a very serious withdrawal reaction. General, if this continues, even if Eden recovers in the future, those infected with the "opium" chip will not be able to get rid of this thing."

Lin Jingheng frowned. He suddenly remembered that Lu Bixing did not react much when disassembling the chip. For the first time, he could see that he was a little unwilling, but he did not resist substantially. The injuries on his body were all external blows he suffered during the use of the chip, and his emotions were very stable. Afterwards, he was placed in the medical cabin for full physical examination, and there was no addiction warning.

He remembered that the one-eyed eagle told him that Lu Bixing had a certain degree of symptoms of emptience and cerebral syndrome when he was a child...

"They went to the Eighth Galaxy to promote this kind of thing, and the banner of "Eden". Anyway, people from the Eighth Galaxy have never seen what the real Eden looks like," Tulan continued. "The first chip implantation is free, but it will be replaced almost a month. How to price it later? The other party said that they have not notified them yet, waiting to see the results of the Eighth Galaxy."

Lin Jingheng pondered for a moment: "The medical system in Eden can detect the harm of this biochip. Once Eden recovers, those who have not touched this thing will return to the 'protective shell'. How much profit can the person behind the scenes make from it depends on how long Eden is absent... So will this person be someone who can affect the restoration process of Eden? For example, there will be a certain right to speak in the management committee."

Tulan immediately said: "I understand, the seven directors and their close relatives."

She said that she was unintentional, but a shadow suddenly flashed through Lin Jingheng's heart, remembering Lin Jingshu, who was said to have been sent to the fortress of Angel City.

At this time, the two of them had already arrived at the door of the lounge. Lin Jingheng absent-mindedly reached out and pushed the door. The door lock immediately passed through the owner's identity and automatically bounced open. A ray of light flowed out of the room.

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

In the room that should have been dim, a beam of projection light hit the wall, making the cold white wall feel warm. The messy lines and numbers were hung crookedly on the wall. There were a few lines of almost nonsense notes below. I couldn't see what was written clearly, and unexpectedly embellished the empty wall. The color of the whole room became softer.

On the small refrigerator at the head of the bed, someone placed a crystal glass ball with a diameter of about one meter. It was a crystal clear starry sky, covering the carved mountains and rivers and buildings like a dome. When the light source was shining, the stars and small stone sculptures in the crystal ball shone brightly together, and the shadows were pulled obliquely on the snow-white bed sheets, a stream of light was overflowing.

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

Tulan raised her hand to cover her mouth, and she exclaimed in her heart that she was fooled. She actually thought that this person was a pure and skilled mate, and she wanted to share her experience with him without hesitation!

No wonder Lu Bixing rejected her with a gentleman look at her. It turned out to be a hidden folk master! Tulan secretly glanced at Lin Jingheng's expression and sighed in his heart a series of parallel sentences: "General, I've stopped the food, underestimated the enemy, and fell."

Tulan turned around and retreated without saying a word. Before leaving, she brought the door for them and ran away. She was still scared and felt that her outlook on life against her fixed spouse was shaken and she had to stay away from them.

Lin Jingheng heard the sound of the door, and came to his senses and found that Tulan had run away. He was like a fool who was lost in a strange place. He stayed for a while before walking over gently, slowly half-kneeling down. His raised hand was hesitantly hanging in the air. His fingers stretched out and curled up again. He repeated several times, but he didn't know what to do.

He remembered his tenth birthday - his and Jingshu's birthday was a little special. For some reason, the real birthday was half a month earlier than the day he registered in Eden. Therefore, every year, he was quarreled by Eden and the people around him all day and was not purified. On the serious birthday, he could only exchange an e-card with his sister, which was used to it.

But that year, he had just separated from his sister. Lin Jingshu didn't know what was going on. She couldn't contact her personal terminal, and she couldn't send out any greeting cards every year. He remembered the home that she could never go back to and the girl who was chasing him, and was confused and uneasy. But at other people's house, she had to endure what she should do and pretended to be nothing. So he was listless all day long and refused Eden's four requests to adjust his emotions... Until he went back to the room at night, opened the door, and ran into a simulated mecha model in the room - slightly taller than adults, and the proportion was exactly the same as the interstellar mecha. Children could lie in it, and even had a simulated safety spirit network where they could play games after connecting.

Lin Jingheng remembered that he was standing at the door blankly, forgetting which leg he should step on, and thought in disbelief: "Is this a gift for me?"

If it weren't for the ten-year-old game console, Lin Jingheng might not have entered Ulan Academy and would have been entangled with the mecha for life. He might have become a scholar, an ordinary staff member in a government department... or leave Woto early and go to the desolate interstellar wandering.

Nearly forty years have passed, Lin Jingheng looked at the young man in front of him, something indescribable surged in his heart.

He thought: Is this a gift to me?

At this time, Lu Bixing might be in a position that was uncomfortable. He suddenly moved and rolled to the side, breaking the balance. Seeing that he was about to fall to one side, Lin Jingheng hurriedly reached out to hold him, wrapped his cold fingers around his side face. Lu Bixing woke up in a panic.

He was a little confused and forgot where he was. He looked at Lin Jingheng in front of him, his mind was blank: "Uh, I..."

Lin Jingheng moved his hand away from his face. The temperature stained in his palm seemed to be sticky, sticking to him, making him not want to let go: "Hmm?"

Lu Bixing became nervous for no reason, licked his lips unconsciously, and explained incoherently: "I'll give you something, uh... then, that door will open as soon as you push it, you..."

He suddenly choked in his throat, because Lin Jingheng left his side and put his hand on the small refrigerator behind him. He suddenly approached. When he looked from a distance, Zhou Zheng's deep eyebrows and eyes suddenly became rushing. The gray mist that had lasted for years in the iris seemed to stir up a storm. To swallow him, Lu Bixing heard him say in a very low but rare and cold voice: "I have set your permission to pass."

Lu Bixing's fingers hanging from one side tensed.

Lin Jingheng's eyes drooped slightly, fell on his lips, and then slid away again. The man asked in a destructive atmosphere: "I am not easy to get along with and not very good to you, why did he choose me?"

Lu must-win: "…"

You are so incredible, do you need to submit a paper on this?

So Lu Bixing asked back: "Give the permissions first and then the interview - General, is there a problem with the personnel appointment and removal procedures of your Silver Fortress? Since you want to kiss me, why should you bear it?"

Lin Jingheng was silent for a moment, his tightly sewn shirt and military boots were tied up and bound, limiting him horizontally and vertically to a certain area. Even when he was wearing strange clothes on Beijing β-star, the military uniform and gloves stuck in his throat were faintly tied around him, thinking twice and enduring forever.

Why should I bear it?

He repeated this unconsciously in his heart, suddenly stepped forward, took Lu Bixing's lips, closed his eyes, as if he had fallen from a steel rope between a tall building, falling down, losing control, passing through the center of the planet, and then falling into an even more empty universe.
Chapter completed!