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The emails from the Beijing β-star anti-missile test base have always been marked as "important content". Lu Bixing stared at the first paragraph of this "important content" for 5 minutes. The indoor temperature was lowered by five degrees, and I really wanted to bring the people in charge over and poke and reprimand them, so that they could reflect on the correct posture for reporting to their superiors.

"Zhanlu," Lu Bixing said, "No one has been in the attic for a long time, how is the indoor environment? Report the parameters to me."

The robot hand hung down from the roof like a hanged ghost, and answered him: "Principal Lu, all rooms, including the basement, are under unified management. If there is any abnormality, I will report it here for repair."

Lu Bixing's hand holding the teacup paused, and silently turned back the temperature that had been lowered just now.

"...Did he eat?"

This was originally their tacit understanding - Lin Jingheng would only change nutrition cream or nutrition injections for convenience when he needed to go to an alien planet. On Venus, he would eat normally, not greedy, because using a dining table together is more like It's a kind of ritual, even if they don't say a word to each other, they just silently divide the last piece of sausage into two, and each person takes half, as if this day was spent together.

The robot Zhanlu disappeared on the roof, and reappeared 1 minute later, reporting: "There is half of the dinner I sent over, and my husband said I don't want to eat it, so let me take the rest away."

Lu Bixing nodded hastily, stared blankly for a while, then turned around and asked Zhanlu as if waking up from a dream: "By the way, where does he sleep?"

Before Zhanlu could answer, Lu Bixing said again: "Bring my pillow to the study, and you let him go back to his room to sleep."

Zhan Lu went away like a worm, and after a while, the manipulator held a pillow and came back from the door of the study mysteriously to report: "Mr. replied, 'Don't bother me, get out'."

Lu Bixing caught his own pillow and sighed: "Then you go to the attic to help him tidy up, send a quilt up... and the clothes he will wear tomorrow."

As long as Zhanlu's mecha core, which is recovering, has any dignity as a murder weapon, he should give the long-winded master the middle finger.

Fortunately, Zhanlu has no dignity.

He fell to the ground without any complaints and turned into a human form, packed his clothes and bedding, and ran up to the attic to give him warmth.

After returning, Lu Bixing asked him: "How is it?"

Zhan Lu said in a calm voice: "Ignored me and blocked me in the attic. Sorry, Principal Lu, I was banned from going upstairs. Do you want to try hacking into the home system?"

Lu Bixing: "..."

"Oh," at this moment, Zhan Lu suddenly said, "I can go up now."

Lu Bixing raised his head suddenly, a pair of subtle lights lit up in his eyes.

Zhan Lu said: "There is an important military report from the duty room of the command headquarters, '3S' level, and the priority of reporting has overwhelmed the household shielding mechanism."

The light in Lu Bixing's eyes was like two small sparks under the storm, and it suddenly dimmed again.

Zhan Lu: "Synchronously copy to the chief."

Lu Bixing lowered his head in despair: "Oh, let's talk."

"At the outskirts of the Rose Heart, the Alliance's second batch of additional troops has been put in place. The initial news is that a large legion of more than [-] hyperspace heavy armors is leading a huge man-made space station with a medium-sized fortress, and is preparing to launch it. Du General Ke sent a message saying that the fortress had not been approved by the Central Army of One Galaxy Guard. The border military deployment is not out of the original intention of the Central Army.”

The half-dead Lu Bixing's eyes sank, and the soul floating above his head forcibly returned to its place, and asked in a deep voice: "We have sent a communication request to talk to the alliance for six days, and there is no response yet?"

"Yes."

Lu Bixing said slowly: "And we can't judge whether it is the alliance center that refuses to talk, or the so-called 'border guards' of the first galaxy intercepted the news."

From the perspective of the chief executive, Lu Bixing thinks that it is unreasonable for the Alliance Central Committee to refuse to talk to the Eighth Galaxy—especially in private.After all, in terms of size, the eighth galaxy is not comparable to the huge alliance, and the most pressing problem of the alliance is not them.

Then Order No. [-] is really intriguing.

Most of the news they have heard so far is Duke’s one-sided words. Duke’s relationship with the eighth galaxy is very active. Although he looks warm and cheerful, full of affection for Lu Xin, but...Ankelu is still in front of the stone statue of Lu Xin Eye circles are red.

"Go ahead," Lu Bixing said to Zhanlu, "By the way, tell him that I will call a meeting on this matter tomorrow morning, and the commander-in-chief will be there on time."

Zhanlu was about to pass through the wall when Lu Bixing stopped him again: "Hey, wait..."

"...he needs a glass of water before going to bed, don't pour him cold water."

First galaxy.

An interstellar cruise ship came from Votto and landed on the supply station at the edge of the first galaxy. The cruise ship stopped for supplies, and the passengers filed out to the restaurant of the supply station.

The woman looked around for a while in the restaurant, and finally chose a small private room. There were already people in the private room. She bent down and chatted with the other party for a few words, as if she wanted to share a table, then sat in and pulled the small room next to the seat. bezel.

"This is the interview video of Marshal Woolf," the woman looked around, paired the personal terminals of the two people together, and the transmission was completed in a second. Clip."

The man across from her asked, "Are you sure it's him? Are you sure he's sane? Are you sure no one was threatened during the whole process?"

"At least I didn't see anything unusual when I visited the Marshal's Mansion."

This woman is the female reporter who interviewed Woolf.

The Voto Daily has always been the loyal mouthpiece of the Alliance Central Committee. Before the war, the Management Committee of the Alliance Central Committee had the final say, and they stood on the streets for the Management Committee. Now, the armed ones in the Alliance Central Committee are the bosses, and they have become the military again. Party propagandists.

As one of the pillars of the Watto Daily, the female reporter naturally obtained the exclusive interview right of Woolf, and made a wonderful questionnaire on the controversial Order No. [-].In the interview video, Marshal Woolf spoke clearly and looked as usual. As soon as it was released, the rumor that "Wulff has become a puppet" was put to rest.

So people's attention was naturally drawn to Order [-] itself.

"Order No. [-] is clearly aimed at the eighth galaxy. This order of the Military Commission has now brought a lot of speculation. Some people say that the independence of the eighth galaxy has set a very bad start for the central forces of each galaxy. If the alliance central actually acquiesces to them Existence, in the future this one also needs to be independent, and that one also needs to be independent, and I am afraid it will not end well. Some people also say that the transition point path of the eight galaxies has been interrupted for more than ten years, and the problem of the eight galaxies is not urgent now. The surface of '[-]' is Against the heart of roses, the alliance is actually targeting the central army, this is another game between the alliance central and the central army that has grown stronger in the war, and Marshal Woolf wants to take back the military power as a warning to others."

"There is no basis," the man said, "Although it is said to be 'all birds are gone', is it all gone now? The Freedom Legion is stalking tigers, and drug crimes are emerging one after another. Why would Woolf throw out the Central Army that was so hard to gather?"

The female reporter hesitated for a moment: "There is another rumor that Woolf is forced to do so, because the eighth galaxy has completely conquered the natural wormholes, and the eighth galaxy has established a huge military empire outside the domain over the years, and its ambitions are clearly showing. sharpen the knife to the alliance."

The man frowned.

"But as soon as this statement came out, it was immediately condemned by public opinion."

"Well, why?"

"Baiyin Ten Guards, have you forgotten?" The female reporter sighed and lowered her voice, "We were misled by someone's calculations, and almost all of our main forces were in the hands of Lin Jingheng. If it weren't for the Prophet Harris, the organization would have almost ended... ...Those capricious people praised Lin Jingheng very highly because of this...God knows they thought he was the chief culprit who conspired to overthrow the alliance. Also, during the most chaotic years of the alliance, the Freedom Legion used force to push opium chips, It is said that the ten silver guards are saving the place where the alliance does not care. Although they do not listen to the alliance's orders, they are also the backbone of the resistance to opium. On the day the eighth galaxy declared its independence, the ten silver guards appeared in a high-profile manner and followed Lin Jingheng directly back to the first The eighth galaxy, their chief who doesn’t know where he came from, cunningly erected Lu Xin at the door of his house, which is a natural emotional shield. Whether the eighth galaxy is really eyeing the alliance, I don’t know, but many of them have received favors and easily The instigated fools don't believe it."

The man asked: "What else?"

"There is another important news. They said that the Nuwa Project has probably succeeded in the eighth galaxy, and they have created a real super armed force," the female reporter said, "Who is the chief of the eighth galaxy? son, we don't know, but he's immune to the rainbow virus."

"Where did the news come from?"

"A high-ranking member of the Military Commission is my friend, and I overheard it," the female reporter said. "They are discussing this matter. The source of the news is unknown. You go back and tell the Prophet Harris to make him mentally prepared. The Prophet will judge naturally."

After the two exchanged information in a hurry, a prompt message popped up on the dining table, showing the number of the interstellar cruise ship that had been prepared, and passengers were invited to board.

"I'm leaving," the man gave his companion a deep look, "for life and nature."

"Life and Nature."

The man left the restaurant quickly, not noticing that a short, unremarkable man stood up from the adjacent private room and followed him quietly.

Votto.

Wang Ailun poured himself a glass of red wine and toasted to the illusory place: "That woman has already sent the information to Harris. We still got the news from Harris that Lu Bixing is immune to the rainbow virus. He You can understand it as soon as you hear it. Harris is afraid of war and has always been biased towards the eighth galaxy. He will definitely try his best to get in touch with the eighth galaxy. Cut off the connection and close the wormhole area? What if they feel that they are threatened and want to act first?"

Lin Jingshu's phantom floated next to his wrist, a palm-sized three-dimensional portrait, at first glance, it looked like an exquisite work of art.

"No, the Silver Ten Guards can't do anything to turn their guns to the alliance, and you're not that inappropriate fool who met Lin Jingheng on the first day." She said lightly, "Besides, there is an 'Jewel' like Ankelu in the room. Before, did they still dare to trust the Central Army? On the one hand, there was the hostility of the Alliance Central Committee, and on the other hand, the "hypocrisy and arrogance" of the Central Army. A mere ten years is not enough to change the ideology of a generation. There are a large number of Alliance immigrants in the eighth star system. As long as the chief has a brain, he knows how to avoid getting involved in the mess of the alliance."

"With your good words," Wang Ailun said, "it would be better if their useless technologies can be developed and completely blow up the wormhole area. Without the disturbance of the eighth galaxy, I believe our future will be much smoother-cheers. "

Galaxy City, the home of General Lin and Engineer 001.

Lu Bixing curled up on the couch in the corner of the study room, unable to sleep, the couch was not big enough, he couldn't straighten his legs, and went out as soon as he stretched them out.It's strange to say that when Lin Jingheng didn't come back, he slept in the study every day, and never cared about the problem of being unable to turn over with his limbs hanging in the air—anyway, when he needs to turn over, he usually has to get up, and only moved back to the bedroom for half a year There are many, but there are more problems.

A layer of starlight spread across the room, slanting into the room, and the clock was already pointing to the middle of the night.This night passed like a year, he was like a drug addict who had no cure, and probably could only catch his breath until the next morning meeting.

Lu Bixing lay down and got up again, tossing back and forth four or five times, sure that he was suffering from insomnia, he couldn't resist opening his personal terminal, and opened a photo album.

A three-dimensional phantom as big as a real person floated up, Lin Jingheng turned sideways, half of her face was buried in the pillow, her palms were relaxed on one side, and the quilt was only around her waist—it was a sneak shot by Lu Bixing who couldn't sleep in the middle of the night .

Lu Bixing looked at the image on his personal terminal, stretched out a hand, and a hand in the image also entered the screen, perfectly overlapping with his own hand, and touched Lin Jingheng's open palm, the palm is the place where the body temperature is most exposed One of them is hidden under the thin cocoon, and when touched, there is an indescribable tenderness.In the video, Lin Jingheng suddenly put his five fingers together and grabbed the harasser in the middle of the night, grabbed his hand and pulled him into his arms. He lowered his head and pecked, without opening his eyes, and said vaguely: "Be honest."

Lu Bixing had his smashed coat in his arms, and held the phantom in his arms, the corner of his mouth was lifted up, and soon he couldn't laugh anymore. He closed his eyes, and put the coat on the tip of his nose , took a deep breath, and thought: "What should I tell him at the tomorrow morning meeting?"

The alliance, the eighth galaxy, the No. [-] troop increase order, the central army whose position is a mystery...

According to the default settings, the photo album in the personal terminal turned to the last one, and then started from the beginning.

Lu Bixing didn't care about it, let it play automatically, saw the little boy enter the room with his head down, his facial features were vaguely the same as now, but his temperament was more gloomy and closed, like a wronged little animal, and he pushed open the door listlessly , followed by a light sound, the boy was startled, and took a step back at the door. Immediately afterwards, a simulated mech as tall as a person floated out of the room. It looked like a big duck egg, and the "duck egg" was painted The cartoon facial features were covered, and the emerald emerald green net spread out, covering the boy with brilliance, and a man's voice sounded: "Surprise! Happy birthday!"

The boy grew up little by little, and gradually took out the appearance of a teenager. He sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and flipped through a book, as if casually saying to the people outside the camera: "By the way, Ulan College will let me start next month. To report... What are you doing? Are you adults so restless... No, I saw that the enrollment brochure filled out a form, and it was not an important thing, so it had to be advertised? Didn't I just forget it later? ...Let me go, I will go, just mix up your military rank, and you will still be paid anyway..."

The boy was wearing the uniform of Wulan Academy, with an impatient expression on his face: "I don't want you to send it, is it ashamed to lose it?"

The boy held the medal that came with the scholarship with his fingertips, flicked it up, and with a soft "ding", it flipped up into the sky. The boy Lin Jingheng smiled maliciously, and reached out his hand to touch his mouth. He made a motion of zipping his mouth shut.

Lu Bixing smiled subconsciously.

Then, the video record accompanying the boy's growth was suddenly interrupted for a while, and the next photo was taken, and the date record was two or three years later. The boy grew up like a reborn man, half his head grew taller, and his thin shoulders became wider. , the student uniform was changed into a military uniform, and he appeared at the graduation ceremony of Wulan College. He was directly awarded the title as an honorary graduate. It's a bit cold.

He was bloody and bloody, rose through the ranks step by step, and entered the silver fortress with a high profile with mixed reputation...

Lu Bixing didn't know when he fell asleep, maybe he watched too many of these videos before going to sleep, he was dreaming in a mess while he was half asleep and half awake, sometimes it was the bright smile of the boy, sometimes it was him who was an adult With frosty gray eyes, he followed him on patrol in the lonely interstellar space for a while, and followed him back to the graduation ceremony of Ulan College. When he was about to stop running, he put his arms around the young officer's shoulders.

In the dream, Lin Jingheng turned her head, pinched his wrist tightly, and said to him with a familiar look, "I only have you."

Lu Bixing's leg fell off the couch and hit the floor directly. He woke up with a start, and the coat he had been holding in his hand rolled to the ground.

The clock on the personal terminal showed that it was less than half an hour before dawn, and the sky of Galaxy City was already pale.

Lu Bixing sat on the small couch for two seconds, then suddenly turned over as if sleepwalking, dragged a leg that was numb by himself, rushed out, and ran up to the attic.

The locked attic refused him, but ordinary small door locks are actually very easy to break open. A random student from the School of Information can hack in and pry open within 5 minutes. Engineer 001 seems to have forgotten to use his brain. Unexpectedly, he kicked open the attic door with brute force.

The electronic housekeeper was weak: "Principal Lu, this is also an act of violence..."

Lin Jingheng was sitting on the window sill of the attic with a cigarette in his mouth. Across the room of old things, he turned around in astonishment.

There was a sound from the small door, the electronic lock short-circuited and failed, and the door panel precariously fell down. The next moment, he was dragged off the window sill.