imperfections

There is a command post in the center of the military base left by the Anti-Ukraine Society. Lin Jingheng temporarily lives in the lounge next to the conference hall on the fifth floor of the command post. The command post is inside the mecha station. Deafened by the sound of mechs rising and falling, it was not intended for long-term residents. The Anti-Ukraine Society actually planned a special accommodation area, with mountains and rivers and far away from noise, but Lin Jingheng thought it was far away and was too lazy to go there.

Lu Bixing didn't want to meet too many people, so he didn't take the elevator, and blew a kiss to the smart monitor in the corner, and he slipped into the emergency stairwell.

Lu Bixing carried a heavy "eighth galaxy" and briskly ran up the stairs.Just now in front of everyone, his attention was distracted by the chief executive who worried about the country and the people, and he hadn't returned to his heart like an arrow. At this time, in the empty stairwell, all distracting thoughts fell like a tide. ", unprecedentedly strong.The gravitational force of Qixing seems to have lost its effect on him for a short time. Every step of Lu Bixing seemed to be able to fly, and quickly changed from one step to two floors. When he reached the junction of the fourth floor and the fifth floor, Lu Bixing was no longer I remember that I took a few steps, as if when I kicked my feet, he "flyed" to the fifth floor.

The joy in his heart was like a balloon that kept blowing up, inflated to the top when he walked out of the stairwell - and then blew out into the empty corridor.

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

Lu Bixing's beating heart fell vertically, making a hole in his heart.

"Not here." He let out a hot breath, stood there disappointed for ten seconds, then smiled self-deprecatingly, and came to the door of Lin Jingheng's lounge. He put down the heavy "eighth galaxy" first, then raised his wrist, ready to contact Lin Jingheng sighed, "I still want to give you a surprise."

At this time, Lu Bixing accidentally raised his elbow and brushed against the door of the lounge. As soon as he touched the door panel, he felt a ray sweeping by, and a mechanical voice came from his ear: "Scan ID——"

Lu Bixing was taken aback, thinking: "Is this a visitor recorder installed?"

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

Lu Bixing quickly adjusted his expression and posture, leaned his shoulder against the door, and greeted the scanner suavely: "Hi, General, it's me, you..."

He wanted to say "Surprised or not", but before the show was finished, he heard the very smart door say: "Pass."

Lu Bixing: "...Huh?"

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

Lu Bixing subconsciously stretched out his hand to support the wall, and just reached the sliding door of the wardrobe at the door. The sliding door moved forward by [-] centimeters, revealing a row of identical shirts. Lu Bixing and the shirts looked at each other for a moment. Only then did he realize his own Broke into Lin's lounge.

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

The door lock - not smart enough to chat with him, silent.

Lu Bixing seemed to have accidentally opened someone else's diary. On the one hand, he was scratching his head with curiosity, and on the other hand, he was inexplicably flustered and short of breath, so he didn't dare to look around.He hesitated for a moment at a loss, and suddenly realized that Lin had set his access authority on the lounge door, which was equivalent to giving him the key... although he didn't tell him.

His surprise hasn't been sent out yet, but he has already received one.

Lu Bixing held his breath involuntarily, a thin layer of sweat broke out from his vest, carefully picked up his "Eighth Galaxy", and tiptoed into Lin Jingheng's small lounge.

The area here is small and the furnishings are simple. Except for the closet at the door and the bathroom, there is only a refrigerator less than one meter high and a single bed. The sheets are extremely flat, like iron, and spotlessly white. Lu Bixing is embarrassed to sit He was on the bed, but walked around the room three times, but couldn't find a place to sit.

Fortunately, the floor was also spotless. Lu Bixing simply placed the "Eighth Galaxy" on top of the refrigerator, lifted his trouser legs, sat on the ground, and used the refrigerator as a backrest. Flying around, the initial flattery passed away, and he began to worry wildly, thinking: "Is this going to be a cleanliness? When we are with him in the future, can he bear me?"

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

The more Lu Bixing thought about it, the more serious the problem became. He thought about the details of his life seriously. He turned on his personal terminal, projected the projection onto the opposite white wall, and began to write and draw on it with an electronic pen. He wanted to design a The automatic home cleaning system, when it detects that Lin Jingheng will arrive in 10 minutes, it can clean the whole house with one click - dust removal, noise reduction, disinfection, sonic cleaning of clothes, and then put everything back...

Lu Bixing traveled around the eight galaxies with the chief commander for a week, sometimes during the day and sometimes at night, flying in the mech for more than ten hours at a time, after the excitement brought by hormones ebbed, exhaustion quickly swept him away.The furniture jumped up and down in his mind, making a mess, and he fell asleep leaning against the small refrigerator, and there were still messy projections on the white wall.

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

When Lin Jingheng came back, it was almost evening.

Turan finished interrogating the prisoners. As expected, there was nothing to gain. He reported as he walked: "These people are paid to work, and they don't know who their superiors are. They are very well organized. There is a person who looks like a small team leader. He used to transport 'opium' in the seventh galaxy, and he was just sent to the eighth galaxy to test the water. There should be ten to twenty small mech teams with him. Working for them, the pay is very generous, and the chip can be replaced for free. "

Lin Jingheng: "Free chip replacement? They are all injected with this chip."

"Yeah, otherwise, with these little bastards, how could the man-machine matching rate be so high-their average is at least 80%, since we were dragged down by the self-defense force, I am very concerned I’ve never seen a number up to eight. Fortunately, they can’t operate it, and we have a lot of people.” Turan said, “Don’t you have to disassemble the chip before asking questions? Tsk, what a tragedy... No anesthesia works, and I passed out Those who can wake up in pain, those who cry like ghosts and wolves, don’t need torture to extract confessions, they will go crazy by themselves. The pleasure and power brought by this chip are unimaginable, much more powerful than the Garden of Eden.”

After all, the Garden of Eden is supervised. Whether it is regulating hormone levels or stimulating the senses, they all need to go through strict medical evaluation to ensure safety and health. Yevgenia made a public confession to Lin Jingheng back then, which contained a small amount of hormone stimulation. Later, it was reported that Yevgenia, the marketing company, and the Regional Eden Supervision Department each paid a fine of 5000 million because it slightly exceeded the amount stipulated by the management committee...Of course, they are all in the same group. It's hard to say about the implementation.

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

Lin Jingheng asked: "You mean that this kind of chip will destroy the structure of the brain and cause irreversible dependence?"

Turan said categorically: "Absolutely. Didn't old Mr. Lu invite a medical team to get that mutated rainbow virus a while ago? I asked them to take a look, and they replied to me just now. The specific situation needs further research. , but I'm afraid this chip is more harmful than the existing drugs on the market. Among the prisoners we captured, the shortest one who used the biochip only used it for a week, and has already had a very serious withdrawal reaction. General, if this continues, even if the future The Garden of Eden is restored, and those infected with the 'opium' chip will not be able to get rid of this thing."

Lin Jingheng frowned. He suddenly remembered that when Lu Bixing dismantled the chip, he didn't react too much. For the first time, he could see that he was a bit unwilling, but he didn't actually resist. After being hit by external forces, he was emotionally stable. Afterwards, he was placed in the medical cabin for a physical examination, and there was no addiction warning in the medical cabin.

He remembered that Cyclops told him that Lu Bixing had a certain degree of empty brain symptoms when he was a child...

"They went to the eighth galaxy to promote this kind of thing, and the banner was 'Eden'. Anyway, people in the eighth galaxy have never seen what the real Garden of Eden looks like," Turan continued, "the first implantation of the chip is free. But it needs to be replaced once a month, and how to set the price after that, the other party said that they haven’t notified them yet, and they are waiting to see the results of the implementation of the eight galaxies.”

Lin Jingheng pondered for a moment: "The medical system in the Garden of Eden can detect the hazards of this biochip. Once the Garden of Eden is restored, people who have never touched this thing will return to the 'protective shell'. How much profit can the people behind the scenes get from it? It depends on how long Eden has been absent...so will this person be someone who can affect the restoration process of Eden? For example, he will have a certain right to speak in the management committee."

Turan immediately said: "Understood, seven directors and their close relatives."

She said it unintentionally, but a shadow suddenly passed over Lin Jingheng's heart, thinking of Lin Jingshu who was said to be the first batch to be sent to the Angel City Fortress.

At this time, the two of them had already arrived at the door of the lounge. Lin Jingheng absently reached out and pushed the door. The door lock immediately passed the identity of the owner, and automatically bounced open, but a ray of light poured out from the room.

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

In the supposedly dark room, a beam of projected light hits the wall, making the cold white wall a warm light effect. Messy lines and numbers hang crookedly on the wall, and there are a few lines of almost nonsense words underneath. I couldn't see what was written, and accidentally decorated the empty wall, and the tone of the whole room softened.

And on the small refrigerator next to the bed, someone put a crystal glass ball with a diameter of about one meter. Above it is a crystal clear starry sky, covering the carved landscape and buildings like a dome. The stars and small stone carvings shone brightly together, and their shadows slanted across the snow-white sheets, creating a radiant glow.

Lin Jingheng took two steps forward and found the light source——Lu Bixing's wrist resting on his knee, and he himself had already curled up his legs and fell asleep in this position, and part of the light reflected in the crystal ball flowed through his side. face, the hair that hasn't been trimmed for a long time hangs by the ears, and the ends of the hair seem to be decorated with stars.

As soon as Turan raised her hand to cover her mouth, she shouted in her heart that she had been fooled. She actually thought that this man was a pure technical geek, and she wanted to share her experience of being a man with him without hesitation!

No wonder Lu Bixing rejected her with a gentlemanly face at that time, it turned out that he was a hidden folk expert!Turan glanced at Lin Jingheng's expression secretly, and felt a series of parallel sentences in his heart: "General, let's stop cooking, underestimate the enemy, and fall."

Without further ado, Turan turned around and withdrew. Before leaving, he closed the door for them. After running a long distance, he still felt terrified, feeling that his outlook on life against a fixed spouse had been shaken, and he had to stay away from them.

Lin Jingheng heard a soft knock on the door before recovering and found that Turan had already run away.Like a fool who got lost in a strange place, he stayed for a while, then walked over lightly, half-kneeled down slowly, his raised hand hung in mid-air hesitantly, his fingers stretched out and then curled back, repeatedly Several times, I don't know what to do.

He thought of his tenth birthday—his and Jingshu’s birthdays were a bit special. For some reason, the real birthday was half a month earlier than the date registered in Eden, so every year on the wrong day, Eden and the surrounding The people in the house were so noisy all day long that they couldn't be clean, and on their birthday, they could only exchange an e-card with their sister, and they were used to it.

It's just that year, he just separated from his sister, Lin Jingshu didn't know what happened, the personal terminal couldn't be contacted, and the routine greeting cards couldn't be sent out every year. Girl, dazed and uneasy.But in other people's homes, he had to endure it, do what he should do, and pretend that nothing happened, so he was listless all day long, and refused Eden's four requests to regulate his emotions... until he returned to his room at night, opened the door, and bumped into him. I went to a simulated mech model in the room—a little taller than an adult, and exactly the same proportion as an interstellar mecha. Children can lie down in it, and there is even a simulated safety net, which can be used to play games after connecting .

Lin Jingheng remembered that he stood at the door in a daze, forgot which leg he should take, and thought in disbelief: "Is this a gift for me?"

If it weren't for the ten-year-old mecha-shaped game console, Lin Jingheng might not necessarily have entered Wulan Academy, and would have been entangled with mechas for life. He might have become a scholar, an ordinary worker in a certain government department... …or leave Votto early and wander the desolate interplanetary world.

Nearly 40 years later, Lin Jingheng looked at the young man in front of her, and something indescribable filled her heart.

He thought: Is this a gift for me?

At this time, Lu Bixing may have been in an uncomfortable posture, and suddenly moved, his head leaning on the refrigerator door rolled to one side, breaking his balance, and was about to fall to one side, Lin Jingheng quickly reached out to support him, wrapping his cold fingers around him Lu Bixing woke up with a jolt.

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

Lin Jingheng moved her hand away from his face, the temperature in the palm of her hand seemed to be sticky, sticking to him, making him not want to let go: "Huh?"

Lu Bixing became nervous for no reason, licked his lips unconsciously, and explained incoherently: "I'm here to deliver something, uh... Then, that door will open as soon as you push it, you..."

He suddenly choked in his throat, because Lin Jingheng put his hand away from his side face on the small refrigerator behind him, and suddenly approached, Zhou Zheng's deep eyebrows suddenly became compelling when he looked at it from a distance, and the irises in his irises have been lingering for years. The gray mist seemed to stir up a storm, trying to swallow him up. Lu Bixing heard him say in a very deep but rare voice: "I have set your permission to pass."

Lu Bixing's fingers hanging on one side tensed up.

Lin Jingheng's gaze lowered slightly, landed on his lips, and then slid away. The man asked in a very disruptive manner: "I'm not easy to get along with, and I don't treat you very well. Why did you choose me?"

Lu Bixing: "..."

You're a shame bro, do you need to hand in a paper on this?

So Lu Bixing asked back: "Give permission first before interviewing——General, is there something wrong with the personnel appointment and dismissal procedures of your Silver Fortress? Since you want to kiss me, why do you hold back?"

Lin Jingheng was silent for a moment, and the tight-fitting shirt and military boots were straight and restrained, confining 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 to his throat were faintly visible. The earth is hanging on him, always think twice, always endure.

Why put up with it?

He repeated these words subconsciously in his heart, and suddenly stepped forward, took Lu Bixing's lips in his mouth, closed his eyes, as if he fell from a steel wire rope between ten thousand zhang tall buildings, kept falling, lost control, and passed through the center of the planet , and fell into an even more empty universe.

His soul floated up weightlessly, and the chaotic colors poured down into the past black and white years, so dazzling that he became dizzy.