Most Wanted [Interstellar]

Chapter 8

"How did you get admitted to the College Federation?"

"..." Alvin looked at him puzzled, "Before that, you might as well tell me what you are going to do..."

"Clean up the room! Mr. Herman!" Schlieffen, who was dismantling the mattress, turned around in shock. "The dust accumulated here is older than my age. I really can't lie on this bed! Can you?"

Alvin looked at the mattress in his hands, and nodded seriously.

"...Unbelievable..." The answer was different from Schlieffen's expectations, "How did you escape the respiratory infection and live to this day..."

"Probably because I have a good student," Alvin recalled carefully, "I don't think I have ever slept in such a dirty place, although I can sleep well, well, my good student is a meticulous person, she Will help me throw away expired food regularly, and maybe help me change my bed sheets by the way?"

After removing the mattress, Schlieffen began to clean up the floor. The room looked empty, but once he started tidying up, he found a lot of rubbish.

"It feels like you're going to live here forever."

"Otherwise?" Schlieffen checked under the bed and found a roll of ancient banknotes. "Leave here on foot? It's a pity that most planets are round."

"Oh! This money seems to be mine." Alvin was very happy.

"Go out first if you can't help, it's crowded!" Shilieffen threw the money into the trash, "What? Can I help?"

Alvin expressed regret.

"If it's just out of the eyes, please stand a little farther away to help." Shilieffen walked around and dragged his wheelchair back a few steps.

After returning to the room, Schlieffen let go of the bed and began to tidy up the desk: "Hi! What is this?" Shilieffen picked up a small notebook from the crack of the wall.

Alvin was instructing Ivan (the antique robot) to take the opportunity to retrieve his money from the trash, and he glanced sideways at the prison guard with a disgusted expression: "I like to draw coloring manuals when I'm free."

Schlieffen flipped through a few pages: "Trash." Then he threw it into the trash.

Alvin: "..."

Schlieffen kicked the antique robot to drive it away, "Once upon a time, I paid a lot of money to buy a cat. People on the ancient earth used this as a pet. I also want to try it. When I came back one day, I found it knocked over. My speaker stand, and the poor little mammal was covered in liquid components of various colors, scurrying around and glowing with colorful lights, it was scary."

"and then?"

"Then?" Schlieffen snatched the old banknotes from the antique robot and threw them back into the trash. "Your paintings are much scarier than that cat."

Alvin thought for a while: "No, that's not what my students said."

"Yes..." Schlieffen recalled, "Anne Schubert you just mentioned?"

"Yes, she is now the vice president of the Academy Federation. She once studied in a professional art academy and has a very good cultivation."

"Oh," Schlieffen picked up the booklet from the trash, looked at the spine, "your students are really perfunctory to you."

He brought the spine of the book to Alvin's eyes, and it was written in the common language-applicable age: 12-16 years old.

"Oh..." Alvin couldn't believe it, "Oh..." He thought for a while, "Oh...then you should throw it away..."

"You broke his heart." Ivan (the antique robot) said, "The back of him is all gray when he leaves."

Schlieffen was playing ash on the furniture, and he also played the antique robot: "His wheelchair is gray. Could it be that his back can be another color?"

"..."

"Go and prepare lunch." Schlieffen picked up the trash from the ground, "Or are you also one of the trash?"

"Vulgar!" Ivan would turn on the red indicator light when he was angry, "Leave him alone, your guest this time is really terrible! I'll go prepare lunch."

It was still whining and complaining when it passed by Irwin, and then he saw the "grey back" Irwin slipped out of the wheelchair because he laughed too hard.

Schlieffen had to put down the garbage and pick up Erwin and put him back in the wheelchair.

"Please don't buckle up your seat belt."

"It's not safe."

"Sorry, I'll be more careful later, I'm not used to being disabled." When he woke up and realized that he had been cut off the spinal cord, he was really uncomfortable, something Although the ending has been predicted, it will only be felt when the pain is experienced.

"You're not a good criminal." Schlieffen still buckled up his seat belt, "You're starting to have the desire to confide."

"How do you say that?"

"This is a technique of interrogation. Sometimes the more you ask, the more vigilant the other party will be. But if you always don't give him a chance to express, the other party will have the desire to confide."

"You are not a good policeman either, you show mercy to the prisoners."

"If following orders is a good cop, I should have shot you the first time we met.

"Yeah," Alvin recalled the first meeting between them, "you didn't shoot at that time, why?"

"Because you helped me in my desperate situation."

"That's all?"

"That's all... Hey! Is it so funny?... I think you will stop laughing soon." Schlieffen took out a roll of bandages from his bag.

"What are you going to do?" Alvin continued to laugh.

Schlieffen squatted down, took off his shoes, and rolled up his pants: "If your spinal nerves are really damaged, the blood from the soles of your feet will not be able to flow back smoothly. In order to prevent your lower body from dying, you have to give your legs Apply external pressure. This military bandage works great and will give you a good shape for your legs."

After saying this, Schlieffen tied him up.

Omega is also divided into male and female, no matter what your reproductive sex is, men probably don't like to wear leg socks.

"Ivan!" Alvin said to the antique robot, "Do you think I'm wearing a pair of leg socks?"

Ivan just came back from the savings room with the nutritional supplements: "Yes, Mr. Herman, you are as sexy as a ballerina."

Alvin laughed even harder.

Schlieffen shook his head helplessly, and he took the nutritional supplement from the antique robot: "Since you decided to use this place as your crime lair many years ago, why can't you stock up on nutritional supplements of other flavors?"

"The military didn't prepare bandages of other colors." Alvin looked at his legs.

"..."

Schlieffen gagged his mouth with nutritional supplements.

Schlieffen did not take care of any animals. The cat he raised at a high price was later given to a colleague of the prison nurse, who gave him a new stereo as a token of gratitude.As he sits back in his living room listening to music, he disenchants with animals like cats.

Is Alvin also severing his illusions?he does not know.

But the way he sucks the nutrients is very interesting, and he feels like he can watch it like this for an hour.

"Hiss!" Alvin suddenly spat out the straw.

"What's wrong?!"

"It hurts!" Alvin resisted the pain that was rushing up, "It's coming again! It hurts!"

"Be patient! Tranquilizer!"

"Ah! Ah! Pain! Ah!" Alvin felt pain all over his body like an electric shock, as if thousands of needles were stirring in his bone marrow, every breath was like sucking in from a blood hole, and he was dizzy And depression came from all directions, he opened his eyes wide, but the blood pressure made him unable to see anything clearly.

Everything in the room was spinning, and he choked on the liquid from his stomach.

In a blur, he saw the safety buckle being undone, and perhaps saw Schlieffen stick a needle in his unconscious body, but this time the sedative did not seem to work immediately, and he felt that his world was exploding, Before it collapsed and was about to lose consciousness, he saw the building of the College Union, the basement of the building, and the room at the end of the white corridor.

He was strapped to life support, and then someone pushed a button.

He in the room began to shatter, as if being dissolved by the air.

He saw himself broken into pieces, his internal organs floating out of the opening in his body.

The person who pressed the button hummed and recorded something.

"Hold on," the man turned his head and said to him with a smile, "the experiment is almost over."

Every fragment he floated was saying to him, "The experiment is almost over, it's almost over..."

"Hold on! Hold on! Alvin! Look at me!" Schlieffen patted his face, "Hi! Alvin!"

"Ah!" Alvin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is it better?" Shilieffen hurriedly wiped his sweat.

After the dizziness and pain stopped, Alvin felt his stomach hurt even more, "I want to vomit!" He desperately wanted to hug someone, anything, but his hands and feet didn't move.

Schlieffen hugged him tightly: "Don't be nervous, the sedative is starting to work."

Alvin gradually regained his senses: "Where am I?"

"Outside." Schlieffen took off his combat uniform and spread it on the ground, "Do you still want to throw up? If you don't, I'll put you down."

The tongue-grass had already calmed down, lying on it was like lying on ordinary grass, and Erwin took a long rest before noticing his predicament.

"I still throw up?"

"Ah!" Schlieffen wiped his clothes, "Why do you have to sit in that broken wheelchair? It's good for you to lie down more."

"Omega is different from Alpha. Our inhibitors need to be injected continuously. Forgive me for running too hastily when I escaped. I couldn't get the inhibitor pump. I can only rely on the contact port of the wheelchair to continuously inject the medicine for me."

"Are you still worried about heat at this time?" Schlieffen found it ridiculous.

"I look like a fool when I'm in heat, it's said."

"Why is it said?"

"Simulated by the simulator, an experiment of the Research Society, it is said to be an experiment, but it is actually more like a prank."

"Erwin, can your spinal nerves recover?"

"In addition to the physical incision, it seems that a drug barrier has been added. I don't think it can recover. What's wrong."

"If I were you, I'd rather be in heat once. It's not in vain. You only have to move your face now! How stupid would you be if you only have your face to move?"

"..." Erwin smiled self-deprecatingly, "It makes sense, can you be more stupid than before?"

Schlieffen stood up and walked into the room. When he came back, he had an extra bottle in his hand.He helped Erwin up: "Take a sip?"

"what?"

"Wine." Schlieffen took a sip for him.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Alvin was choked and coughed, "What kind of wine is this?"

"The alcohol in the medical kit has been mixed with some nutritional supplements." Schlieffen took a sip himself, "Another sip?"

Alvin hesitated for a moment.

Shilieffen brought the bottle to his mouth: "...You are already like this..."

After a few sips of wine, the spicy feeling made him hot.

"I'm actually drinking medical alcohol!"

"How does it taste?" Schlieffen was drinking the rest.

"It's like my life! It sucks!" Alvin let out a heavy breath, his mouth is now full of alcohol.

Schlieffen laughed loudly: "It's very bad. I have never been drunk or in heat. Now I am paralyzed like mud."

"Have you been in love?"

"I'm only 26 years old, I will find a good day to estrus, don't worry about it."

Alvin laughed too.

"I had a few escapes when I was in Oswald, but you are the worst escape I've ever seen! Once, a prisoner got out while the guards were changing, and he was lucky enough to get around After interrogation, he finally climbed up the 20-meter-high wall outside the prison. Under our siege, he jumped off the high wall."

"Is he paralyzed too?"

"No, he fell to his death."

"Did you fall?"

"I fell to my death! That's why you are worse than him."

Alvin froze for a moment, then laughed uncontrollably.

Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, they hugged each other and laughed for a long time.

"I'm drunk..." Alvin murmured, "I'm drunk for the first time."

Schlieffen seemed to be drunk too, he couldn't hold him firmly, and Erwin slipped onto his lap.

"Go to sleep." Schlieffen rubbed his black hair, as if talking to himself, "My trapped planet only has silicon-based organisms and orange-flavored nutrients. It sucks, sucks! I hope , when I woke up...it was all fake...it was all fake..."

But nightmares are not easy to wake up from.

Annie opened her eyes with difficulty, and stared at the ceiling in front of her for a while, as if she was still living in a nightmare.The ceiling should belong to the military department. She turned her head slightly and saw the iron fence at the end of the room.

It's a separate cell.

She sat up and found that she had already been treated, and she was still wearing clothes that only sick soldiers in the military department would wear.

If all this is not false, then Johannes is crazy!

Less than a minute after she regained consciousness, footsteps sounded from the end of the cell, as if a large group of people were walking towards this side.

"Vice President, are you okay?" A tall blonde woman appeared at the door of the cell.

This is Caroline Green, Justice of the Supreme Court of the Federal Government. She has served in this position for more than 70 years. Perhaps because she has participated in too many constitutional amendments and quarreled too many times, she has now changed from being passionate about being violent For liking to mock.

This is very rare in alpha.

"Open the door," she said to the officer beside her, "before she gets mad."

The officer shivered, and glanced towards the end of the corridor, as if he had received some instructions, and opened the cell door.

Caroline walked in and made a shut-up gesture to Anne: "Promise me, Vice President, don't quarrel with him, and give up suing him for putting you in jail, or I won't help you , you know I like the ones who can't be saved the most."

Annie suppressed her anger: "I promise you."

"She gave up suing you, Marshal, come in." Caroline shouted towards the door.

Johannes appeared at the door.

Annie was very angry: "You!"

Caroline interrupted her: "Don't talk about it, listen to what he has to say."

Johannes' face was livid: "At the last moment when the headquarter's ship entered the big black hole, the second-generation aircraft system suddenly required the spacecraft to slow down, and our transition failed! Of course, this is not the most important thing!" Johannes emphasized his tone excitedly, "Because Sudden deceleration, the big black hole collapsed! Anne Schubert! You know better than I what a big black hole collapses! The next closest usable black hole is seven light years away! But I need to be on the front line in a month Supply! I want to know what you did?"

"Calm down, calm down," said Caroline, who was between them, turning to Anne. "Tell him what you did."

Annie sighed: "According to the scheduled plan, I removed the frontal lobe of the prototype machine, and the operation was successful, but the prototype machine suddenly lost its vital signs, and then I detected that the mechanical end was invaded by a virus, and he controlled Gatling insect."

"Has the machine been invaded by a virus?" Johannes sneered. "The first step of the plan is to cut off external links. I want to know how it was invaded."

"Listen to her!" Caroline motioned him to back away.

"This is his preset program."

"This is his preset program! This is his preset program!? Another set of rhetoric! What the College Federation means is that he calculated everything 50 years ago, whether it is nuclear magnetic storm or Gatling Insects? He calculated everything extremely accurately, knowing when and what time you will arrive in Famagusta, knowing what time and what time you will have surgery, knowing what time and what time you will be ready for surgery and ready to evacuate, calculated How about the precise time when the main ship passed the big black hole, and then let the second-generation machine come to a screeching halt on time? Sorry, this is simply ridiculous!"

Caroline stopped a furious Johannes.

"Yes, it's ridiculous." Annie lost her temper and murmured with her head down.

"Forgive his attitude, Anne," Caroline turned around, "You need to give us an explanation, not just the military department, but also the federal government, if it wasn't all so ridiculous, I wouldn't let you give up the prosecution , you know, I have always been very disgusted with this illegal behavior of the military department."

Annie rubbed her forehead, and her tone was quite self-deprecating: "To be honest, when I thought about it all, I really thought it was ridiculous. After entering the base, I cut off all external connections. No matter how powerful Alvin is, it is impossible to Invading the core machine without a physical connection, if he intends to do so, he can only preset instructions. No one could have made such an accurate prediction 50 years ago. I think there is only one answer, and that is-I started the agency."

"How do you say that?"

"The military Owen system was written by Irwin, and I led the development. Although the prototype machine is a semi-biological chip, it still has an emotional judgment organ. It recognizes me and recognizes me, so even if Irwin wrote the program, the base The Gatling bug attacked me, and the prototype machine would not execute it. But through the nuclear magnetic storm accident, he used the prototype machine as a bug to prevent the second-generation machine from repairing the last loophole. In order to eliminate the interference as soon as possible, we had to choose to cut off the prototype The machine’s emotional judgment organ.” Speaking of this, Anne shuddered, “The prototype machine that lost emotion naturally became Alvin’s puppet after the operation, and the instructions he pre-arranged 50 years ago were executed without hesitation. .In order to defend against the Gatling bugs, we detonated the nuclear magnetic pulse bombs. He counted this, and even counted the gargoyles on Famagusta. The base without the protection of the Gatling bugs was immediately attacked , in order to restart, I connected to the prototype machine and reconnected to the second-generation machine..."

"So, he set that the condition for the second-generation machine to restart the Gatling bug is to slow down immediately?" Caroline seemed to have thought of something, "The second-generation machine has the same feelings for you as the prototype machine, so it has to choose Save you, are you the condition for him to coerce the second-generation machine to complete the order?"

"Yes, I bound myself in a cocoon and became his hostage."

Johannes still finds it unbelievable: "That is to say, if your action fails, the main ship can successfully jump, and the big black hole won't collapse?"

"I think so," Anne felt sarcastically, "but he can kill an important opponent because of this, and he is still the winner of this game."

"..."

"Don't underestimate him. He is the programmer of the Owen system. What he is best at is playing with logic... Seven light years... It seems that he is coming for real this time!"