imperfections

Venus' Galaxy City has entered the rainy season.

In the botanical garden left behind by the Anti-Ukraine Society in the base, plants and fungi that love shade and humidity began to grow wildly. The sound of the pattering rain was like a clock, ringing from morning to night, dripping down the dilapidated eaves , The street is still sparsely populated, and occasionally someone runs past with an umbrella in a hurry. From a height, it looks like flowers rushing down the water one by one.

Lin Jingheng was woken up once by the sound of rain—he hadn’t heard such a sound of rain for a long time. Beijing β Star has a dry climate, and the winter is so long that it seems that it will never pass. The man-made base of Sister Smell uses an artificial water circulation system. There is no such happy wind and rain.

He opened his eyes blankly in the nightmare, and saw the cover of the medical cabin above his head at a glance. He suddenly seemed to have returned to the rainy night when he was locked in the emergency cabin more than 30 years ago. The chaotic memory and reality were intertwined, and Lin Jingheng was indiscriminate. He knocked open the cover of the medical cabin, and the needles on his body flew out. He didn't know the pain when he was half-conscious, and he struggled to climb out of the medical cabin. His legs softened and he knelt on the ground. Hear his rapid heartbeat.

"I want...I want to..."

A man in a white isolation suit broke in with a dozen medical robots, yelled and held him down, tranquilizers rushed into his veins, and Lin Jingheng's consciousness sank into the boundless darkness again.

It didn't know how long it took before his consciousness came back to life again. Lin Jingheng dreamed of a space video recording.

It was a confidential document. Dr. Lance of Ulan College obtained a copy through some relationship, and sent it to him as a gift on his graduation day.

The video recording was taken by the mech's military recorder. In addition to the clear real scene, various data jumped on the screen, accurately recording the coordinates, environment, temperature, and energy fluctuations at that time.

The coordinates are located near the "Heart of Roses" in the first galaxy, and the photo was taken on the night when Lu Xin "escaped".

The alliance's pursuers chased after them. Several waves of missiles rushed out of the launch pad. There was a little noise in the background of the video. A man said in a deep voice: "Missiles have a fart. Lu Xin has seen it before. The missiles are more than the rice you have eaten! It never said that you have to catch them alive. With so many of you, why are you chasing and intercepting these two mechas? Why not just use the 'oven' to add fire!"

"Oven" is of course not a scientific name, but a colloquial term commonly used by frontline soldiers, referring to superimposed particle cannons.

When more than thirty particle cannons are superimposed, they will generate high temperatures that can melt the protective cover of the mecha, just like roasting sweet potatoes with skin in an oven, hence the name.

It will only be used when one side has an overwhelming advantage in military strength and just wants to kill people.Many mechas swarmed up, arranged the formation after strictly calculating the launch angle, and fired high-energy particle cannons at the target at the same time. The key is command and cooperation.If coordinated properly, each mecha can be fired at precise timing and angles, and the resulting superimposed particle cannon will be very deadly. The high-speed high-energy particle flow will lock the target mecha in a large area, and the mecha With such a high speed, there is no way to escape from the locked area.

The video then locked on to the target—it was a team of only five or six small mechs, and the leader of the small mechs slid towards the distance like a bullet, and it was hard to see any difference between it and ordinary small mechs , but Lin Jingheng recognized it at a glance for no reason, it was Lu Xin's mecha.

He watched as dazzling fluorescent lights flickered on the screen, and the high-energy particle cannon roared and rushed out.The energy data of the particle flow was even outlined on the military telescope, like an ocean wave, like an invisible god of death passing through the heart of the rose, with a grin on his face and his sleeves fluttering.

This video is very short, less than 1 minute in length, but Lin Jingheng watched it over and over all night, and replayed it countless times, so many years later, when he closed his eyes, he could still vividly remember it.

At that time, the person who executed the "oven" command made a very low-level mistake. He filled in the target mech's dynamic acceleration value incorrectly. What is going in the middle is not a straight line. Lin Jingheng has simulated and calculated that at that angle and speed, when the superimposed particle cannon arrives, it should just miss the leading mech.

Perhaps somewhere, there is some unknown god who still doesn't want to give up and wants to protect that person for the last time, maybe there is no god in the world at all, and it's the soldiers who executed the order who deliberately released the water out of secret admiration... All of this has been done Untestable, all in all, Lu Xin didn't deserve to die.

But just after the particle cannon was released, the mecha that was leading the way suddenly braked. At this speed, human reactions cannot keep up. The teammates who were walking with him had not had time to realize what happened. What, he slipped to the end of the line in an instant, and the missile launched earlier and the superimposed particle cannon that chased after it arrived almost at the same time. Lu Xin's mecha hit three missiles head-on, and the small mecha even had a damaged protective cover. There was no process at all, a ball of scorching sparks was fired directly, and in this stunned explosion, the flood-like flow of high-energy particles seemed to have encountered an obstacle, and the soldiers split up and turned around several times, just missed the explosion. The group of small mechas gave them room to breathe, and then they were able to jump and escape.

Later, except for Lu Xin's adjutant who publicly committed suicide, so far, whoever fled with Lu Xin and later escaped, and the alliance has no conclusive evidence.

The secret list was in the encrypted file attached to the video, and Lin Jingheng destroyed it after reading it. Later, it took him 30 years to quietly bury the people on the list in the decayed soil of the seven galaxies.

But Dr. Lance could just give him the list, why should he show him this record?

What was he trying to tell the young rebellious student?Lin Jingheng was puzzled and never found a chance to ask.

When he graduated, Dr. Lance was already 280 years old, and he refused the Ulan Military Academy's repeated re-employment and retired.At that time, Lin Jingheng needed to report to the Military Commission, had to take the oath of enlistment, and had to hand over his position. He was very busy. When he finally found time, Dr. Lance had already been admitted to the hospital due to illness, and soon passed away.

The image of the high-energy particles diverting away like a sea was engraved on his bones.

Who knew that many years later, this devastating scene would accidentally inspire him and save his life.

Wait, Lin Jingheng's heart "thumped"—saved his... life?

He was wandering in the black hole of memory, and his consciousness seemed to suddenly catch a thread. Following the thread, he walked out from the rainy night when he was 16 years old, and ran all the way, as if he had run for a long time, and finally found the exit. The chaotic world With a bang, the world war, the eighth galaxy, the Nuwa project, the pursuit of pirates, the Galaxy City where the mutant rainbow virus broke out, and Lu Bixing...

The huge anxiety immediately dispelled everything. Lin Jingheng opened his eyes suddenly, and was about to sit up immediately. Just as soon as he moved, he suddenly felt something. With the faint light of the equipment on the medical cabin, he lowered his eyes and found that his body was empty. folded one hand.

Lin Jingheng was taken aback.

This time, the lid of the medical cabin was open, he held his breath and turned his head, and saw Lu Bixing.

There is actually a capsule next to it for people to rest, but Lu Bixing doesn't know whether he thinks it's narrow or something, and refuses to give in.He set up a beach resort style hammock next to the medical cabin very nonsense, and matched it with a crab-shaped pillow, like a big fish caught by mistake, wrapped in the net bag of the hammock, with half of his face buried in the " In the "crab shell", with a messy head on his head, his face is half lying on his stomach, his long arms hang down from the hammock, and his fingers can just curl up to touch Lin Jingheng, like a door-knocking gesture.

It was just dawn at this time, Lin Jingheng was afraid of waking him up, so he lay back carefully.The small screen on the medical bulkhead monitors the basic indicators of his body in real time. Lin Jingheng glanced at it roughly, and it was weaker than usual, but it has basically returned to the normal range. Someone in the corner added a row of notes to him, writing: " The patient is suspected to have claustrophobia, and it is recommended not to seal the medical cabin unless necessary."

Lin Jingheng: "..."

I've never heard of it. Where did this quack doctor come from?

And the last column on the screen is the virus indicator, and that row of tables has been grayed out.

"Do you have the antibody?" Lin Jingheng thought, and couldn't help but looked up at Lu Bixing again, "How did you get it?"

Lu Bixing moved his neck slightly, and the bridge of his nose stuck straight into the claws of the crab. The crab-shaped pillow was made somewhere, but it had leg hair!

Lu Bixing rubbed against him a few times, and sneezed stuffily, but he didn't wake up, turned over and went back to sleep, and briefly moved his hanging hand elsewhere.

Lin Jingheng suddenly felt that a mountain had moved away from her body, and then spit out the breath she was holding. Afterwards, Lu Bixing rolled over and over in mid-air for a long time as if he couldn't sleep well, his hanging hand unconsciously groped around, Lin Jingheng hurriedly Dodging sideways, pushed the quilt against Lu Bixing's hanging fingers.

Only then did he calm down again, and became motionless again.

Lin Jingheng hibernates in the medical cabin, unplugs the sensor on her body, gets up lightly, picks up the coat that Lu Bixing threw aside, puts it on her body, and walks out.

The calendar showed that exactly six Watto standard days had passed since he lost consciousness.

Lin Jingheng's hands and feet were a little weak, but the medical cabin adjusted all the indicators of his body well, so he wouldn't walk unsteadily.

This place is obviously not an isolation ward anymore, the door is not locked, and there are no other isolation measures. After leaving the medical cabin, there is a corridor. Lin Jingheng recognized that this place should be the internal hospital built when the Anti-Ukraine Society occupied Venus.

The Anti-Ukraine Association often deviates from personal aesthetics, but the architecture is not bad, probably due to limited energy. They did not pursue complex classicism. The windows are simple glass without too many technological elements. Floor-to-ceiling windows are used for lighting and vision. They are all top-notch, with large and small terraces and open-air corridors everywhere, full of plants, washed brightly by the rain.

It was already dawn at this time, and Lin Jingheng saw the ninth guards of Baiyin passing by in a neat line. They had just completed a five-kilometer warm-up run and rushed to the training ground, followed by the group of self-defense players.

The team of Silver Nine is a neat block of tofu, but the self-defense force dragged by them for five kilometers has become a tofu brain going in and out.

The self-defense team members worked hard to not be thrown off. They wished that their tongues were two feet long and hung down on their chests. How could they care about being in the queue?The leader, Saturday, yelled something, and the soldiers behind him yelled in unison, some new slogan, they hit their chests while shouting, like a group of orangutans preparing to go down the mountain to grab territory.

Bai Yinjiu formed a team at the gate of the training ground, and they were so angry that they wanted to laugh and dare not laugh, each of them held back with hideous expressions.

Turan glanced at him: "Take a break, one minute, tidy up your clothes, and laugh!"

Most of the people in the Self-Defense Force were urgently called on Saturday after the outbreak of the mutant Rainbow virus. are mixed together.

During the thrilling eight or nine days, everyone was locked in an isolation suit. The distance between people was separated by two layers of masks, but they were as close as brothers, and they got to know each other in exhaustion.

The self-defense team members were surprised to find that these legendary elites of the alliance turned out to be mortal, could eat, drink and mess, chatted nonsense when they were not on duty or training, and even called the boss behind their backs as hooligans in exactly the same posture.

With a reference object close at hand, it is like a marathon rookie has a leading runner. Suddenly, the impossible training task seems to become less unreasonable, and the self-defense team members naturally follow each other's footsteps .

The Silver Nines who took a one-minute break laughed into two hundred and five, and the self-defense players who were in a hurry were not to be outdone. While forming a team in chaos, they gave them the middle finger.

As soon as the 1 minute was up, Turan blew a sharp whistle, and the Silver Nine Order banned him. He quickly switched back from the state of hooligans. His tall and straight military posture remained motionless, but the team was still horizontal and vertical.Affected by the tense atmosphere, the self-defense forces next to them also put up their faces and fell silent. They lined up quickly and silently, like a large-scale game scene of "one, two, three, don't move."

Turan himself laughed out loud, and the simple guards couldn't hold back, and also smirked, and were collectively punished by the cunning captain of the guards for one hundred rotations of weightlessness training.

Lin Jingheng shook her head. In the First Galaxy, Silver Nine was not so lively.

He fumbled in Lu Bixing's pocket, but found no cigarettes, only found a handful of mints, which had melted a bit.Lin Jingheng peeled off a piece and held it in her mouth, and saw the distant horizon gradually brighten up, it was a rare sunny day in the rainy season.

The faint morning sun struggled to penetrate through the mist, and the wet ground glowed with moist light, full of vitality.The base has a wide field of vision, and you can see the shadowy Galaxy City from a height. Venus' weather satellite has long been space junk, but the weather forecast board above Galaxy City is still alive and well, with lights still on, and it reads: "Satellite I eloped with someone, please wait for accurate weather information—"

And people have been "waiting" for 140 years.

In this world, is there a planet or a place that haunts you?

It makes you feel that no matter where you wander, you must go back and stay there forever...

Is there anything important in your life?Is there something you want to protect with all your might?

In this morning light, it was rare for Lin Jingheng, who was lazily staring out of the window, to open his eyes for the first time, carefully looking at the Galaxy City, Venus... and the eighth galaxy that survived the catastrophe.

His soul, which has been floating empty on the Union Parliament building, finally found a ladder and walked to the world step by step.

And the world full of sorrow and joy gave him a hug mixed with fragrance and rancidity.

It has been six years since he came to the eighth galaxy, but he has just found the road that Lu Xin once walked.

The eighth galaxy of the alliance should not be a sewer that bears the double pressure of the alliance and the pirates.

The sound of hurried footsteps came suddenly, Lin Jingheng turned around and saw Lu Bixing rushing out with his hair that had been ravaged by crabs, and looked for him in panic.The eyes of the two collided unexpectedly, and Lu Bixing stopped abruptly. They looked at each other five meters away as if they were not ready to face each other.

Lu Bixing coughed dryly, pressed down the curled hair and crumpled clothes like scratching his ears and cheeks, and muttered: "One day you suddenly had an allergic reaction to a fever-reducing medicine, and you came out of the medical cabin in a daze. I fell out of it, I don't worry...your...I...cough..."

Lin Jingheng——The body temperature has dropped, and the poisonous tongue has returned: "I have found out about your conscience taking advantage of others on the mecha?"

The author has something to say: I saw a comment last night, and I dropped the line as soon as I replied, and then I can't find it anymore...

Reply here, about why the pirates did not scan the remote signal in the last chapter——

Because according to my previous nonsense, the long-distance communication is framed on the transition point, otherwise it would be impossible to achieve synchronous communication after leaving the eight galaxies. We earthlings and astronauts on Mars cannot communicate synchronously ╮(╯▽╰)╭

The danger of long-distance communication is that it will expose your own coordinates - when Prince Gloria's guards are looking for underground passages that slipped through the net in the entire eight-star system, they will scan all transition points, and can send people along the long-distance passage network positioning signal.In the last chapter, the anti-Ukraine pirates and the small mechs were very close, and it was not easy to detect the large-scale long-distance network near the same transition point, just like the primitive people living on the earth can't see the steps under our feet. It's like a ball.

Principal Lu uses his personal terminal as a relay, as long as he can cover up the signal sent by the small mecha to the transition point behind him =w=