Did the worm king lose his horse today [Interstellar]

It's really not easy.Gu Jiurong said: "I haven't forgotten about monitoring the ring and the gravitational field."

"Also," Gu Yue said, "you must learn to control your anger, no matter what it is. If a person doesn't even have reason, he is no different from a beast. We have been fighting Zerg for so many years, how did we win?"

He continued: "One is the tactics and technology that the Zerg cannot understand, and the other is that their thinking mode is too simple, and avoiding harm is also based on the instinct of beasts, without goals and tactical foresight. They will tear everything they see , that is, uncontrollable rage and desire to conquer."

"The only thing special is Celia, the insect king, but she may be dead. Regardless of that, he also showed you the data just now, and the effect of self-control is very good."

"I know." Gu Jiurong was impatient with his long talk, but he still agreed, "I will try."

"Don't worry, I can check your condition at any time, and I will use hypnotic injections if necessary." Gu Yue said, "This is also my duty."

The monitoring ring does have this function. Gu Jiurong hesitated for a while, but still didn't tell him that sleeping pills probably won't work for him.

Before going upstairs, he thought of something else: "If 'Bi Kong' is targeted by the murderer, is it because he is a member of 'Black Cloak'? In this way, we can cover up some information about 'Bi Kong' investigating them .”

"Why do you think so?" Gu Yue asked, "Is there a lot of information about 'Bikong'?"

"It should be quite a lot," Gu Jiurong shrugged, "Forget it, I don't know, it's just a wild guess."

Gu Yue smiled: "Go up and sleep."

After going up, Gu Jiurong heard the sound of a violin.

There was no one else in the family, so he was sure that the smooth music was composed by Gu Yue.He is such a well-educated person who knows many kinds of musical instruments.

In this evening, the music is very mellow and lonely.Gu Yue doesn't have any audience, and he won't pull it to another person.

As Gu Jiurong said, maybe he has neither friends nor enemies, and lives alone in a life without intersection.

The next day, Gu Jiurong received another message from Cen Yu asking him to go to the Hanging Garden on the edge of the city.

"Go." Gu Yue was reading a newspaper on the sofa—there are not many people who still like to use paper materials, "Be careful. If you mind this," he pointed to the surveillance ring, "Take a scarf and wrap it around .”

"No one wears a scarf in this weather." Gu Jiurong said, "I don't care about that."

Gu Yue also had something to do, so he left half an hour earlier than him.As expected, passers-by had different attitudes toward him, some avoiding him, and some just scrutinizing him.

The train sent him to the edge of the city, and the huge hanging garden was not far away. The white waterfall splashing from the air was refreshing, and the lush vines embraced various flowers.

These are species from the earth that have survived with great difficulty and are naturally precious.

Cen Yu didn't meet him in the garden, but in an old building far away from the garden.

The old building was about to be demolished, and now it stood there alone, with ruins behind it.Due to oxidation, the special pigment on its surface has completely turned gray-black, ugly and old.

But Cen Yu said that this is a good place to see far away.

Gu Jiurong doesn't quite understand things like romance and artistic conception.But since Cen Yu said so, there is no need for him to object.

Walking into the old building, the fragmented skylight passes through the gaps, and the floating dust flies up and down in the air to welcome strange visitors.

Many places on the fringes of the city are neglected, and wild flowers and weeds grow in some corners of this building, which is not pretty and messy.Gu Jiurong couldn't name them, but felt that their vitality was extraordinarily tenacious.

The surroundings are quiet, many walls have been opened, and abandoned rooms can be entered casually.Following the route Cen Yu said, he passed through a few small doors and turned to the upper level.

There is a small terrace that used to be a small garden full of plants.The view is really good, you can see the entire hanging garden in the distance.

Before Cen Yu came, Gu Jiurong sat casually in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, watching the distant greenery.

He didn't know that he always felt that he should have seen such a scene.

Such a green, lush planet.

Those memories are trivial, almost like an unreal dream.The viewing angles are all from top to bottom, not just in the sky, but in the vast universe.

It's like he was once suspended in the center of the universe, condescendingly examining a planet in a dark void.

These hysterical delusions made Gu Jiurong feel very uneasy.Even though it was useless, he still took out the medicine given by the doctor and swallowed one, thinking that if he was in a bad state later, he would tell Cen Yu that he would go back first.

Ten minutes had passed since the appointed time, so he took out the terminal and asked.

Cen Yu didn't respond.

Gu Jiurong was impatient in this kind of thing, No. 15 minutes, he was about to get up and go downstairs first, and wander around the neighborhood.

Before he got up, he smelled another person's breath.

That was definitely not Cen Yu's smell, it was very strange.

Is there anyone else here?Gu Jiurong felt puzzled, but didn't pay much attention, and got up to go downstairs.

Before he could stand up straight, a burst of cold air came towards him from behind!

Gu Jiurong recognized it as a small knife—although it was almost just a streamer of light when it was moving at high speed.

The power of the small knife is not strong, at least it is far worse than the knives used by perverts like "Bi Kong" before.Gu Jiurong stepped aside and called the police with the terminal in his hand, and the knife was stuck at his feet.

But something is wrong.

By the time he realized this, it was already too late.

A bullet passed through his right shoulder soundlessly, and the dazzling blood red exploded!

For a long time, "Blue Sky" has not used advanced thermal weapons for them, so that his knowledge of weapons is limited to high-tech cold weapons, or slightly crude thermal weapons.He has no defense against this completely silent sniper rifle.

At this moment, he felt no pain, and some kind of hot blood flowed through his body.

With a pounce, he rolled to the side of the emergency door, smashed it open with his body, and rushed in to avoid exposing himself to the wide field of vision.

At the same time, dark gray spatial fluctuations began to appear in the air, and he summoned the praying mantis again.

But he still underestimated the ability of the sniper rifle. The next bullet came across the wall, pierced through the already fragile wall, and headed straight for his head.

The hormones were constantly being secreted, and under the threat of death, everything seemed to be in slow motion.Gu Jiurong clearly saw the powder when the wall was broken, pounced again, and rolled down a flight of stairs in embarrassment, before supporting the ground with his hands to maintain balance.

The near-fatal bullet shot through yet another wall and was gone.

At this time, Gu Jiurong's terminal rang, and it was Gu Yue calling.

By the watch ring!Gu Jiurong's eyes lit up, Gu Yue must have discovered that something was wrong with him!

The gunshots continued, and he pressed the answer button while crawling and scrambling to avoid the stairwell——

Then the terminal accidentally dropped out.

Fortunately, the conversation has been completed. Through the video, Gu Yue can clearly see the situation on his side.

The screen flashed for a few seconds, Gu Yue seemed to be saying something, but Gu Jiurong had no time to listen.All his energy had been spent on escaping, and the sound of panting seemed to fill his entire heart.

Then fell to the terminal on the stairs and was crushed lightly by a foot.

The gunshots stopped, and Gu Jiurong staggered down a few steps just now, propping up the wall with his left hand, which was still strong, blood slowly dripped from his fingers, staining the unclean white wall red.

He turned his head abruptly, and saw a man wearing a windbreaker and a mask standing at the top of the stairs.

Beside the man was a praying mantis with dull eyes, flapping its wings and leaping at him with its sharp blade wide open.

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