A Chime Below the Throne [Interstellar]

The white light is full of movement, strange and bizarre.

On one side is the dazzling morning sun, and on the other side is the darkness that swallows the sky.Homan stood on the dividing line, swaying from side to side. Gentle and invisible tentacles seemed to be floating in the water, caressing his cheeks, the sea water came and went freely, making the whole body comfortable.

This is where?

There was a voice yelling, slightly familiar.

Homan listened to the sound and searched for the past, and the humming became louder and louder.In the end, it was close to my ear, but I couldn't find the figure.

He rushed over uncontrollably, and the entity peeled off like a sea of ​​fog, a fat and huge parrot!

"Ludwig! Ludwig!" the parrot yelled, struggling as if bound by invisible shackles.

What kind of father is this?

The parrot saw it and called out, "Homan! Homan! Why are you here?"

Homan:  …

Damn, sure enough, this guy is really me.

Seeing him as if he was looking for a savior, Lao Tzu squirmed crazily: "Hey!"

Homan looked disgusted: "Where is this?"

Lao Tzu: "I don't know! I don't know! I will be here when I sleep."

"Sleep?" Homan frowned, trying to get closer to Lao Tzu, but found that the two steps in front of him could not be reached no matter how hard he walked.

Could it be that you are dreaming now?

"Ah!" Suddenly, with a dull pain in the head, Homan's world was shaken, as if he was suddenly pulled out of the dream by a rope, his consciousness came back, and he opened his eyes.

"Horman!"

Keane's blue eyes came into view.

Homan was startled, and wanted to rub his arm back for a while, but gasped, it hurts!A movement implicated the whole body in pain and convulsions.

So what happened just now was just a dream?Is Fat Bird also dreaming?Looking sideways, he saw Simon sleeping soundly on the other bed with his wings curled up, and his heart gradually calmed down.

Homan was in a trance, only to remember that his last memory was seeing the crazed vulture pecking off the bobcat's head, and then fainted uncontrollably.

So, why is he still alive?

Taking a breath of cold air, Homan shivered: "Fuck, what's going on..."

"Do you want to ask what happened?"

Seeing that Homan knew how to swear, Keane felt that he wasn't seriously hurt: "Don't listen to the land reclamation, don't go to land reclamation, you are stupid! Don't listen to the old man's words! The loss is in front of you!"

Homan: Don't say the lines that no one has said in your life...

Keane cleared his throat: "Do you want to know who saved you? Are you anxious to ask how the two people with you are doing? What happened after you fainted!"

If it wasn't for the weakness in his limbs and throbbing pain all over his body, Homan would get up and slap his face now: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Keane's innocent face.

Homan: "Looking at you like this, it shouldn't be a big deal..."

Keen is even more innocent: "Oh. Actually, I don't know anything. I have been going straight to you since I entered this hospital, and you woke up as soon as I sat down. It seems that you still love me very much."

Homan felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, he couldn't spit it out or swallow it, he was stuck in the middle and wanted to spray it directly on Keane's face.

"Okay, it's nothing serious. The heart and other organs failed, the brain was congested, the leg bone was slightly comminuted, and there were three malignant tumors all over the body, one of which had already spread, but luckily it was brought under control."

"It's a good thing you stayed in the radiation area not long ago, otherwise, you're probably not stupid, and you'd die first."

"Radiation?" It took Homan a long time to react. He felt that his memories during this period had become pieces, scattered in various places, and it was particularly troublesome to gather them together.

Keen said sadly: "Very well, it seems that there is still short-term psychogenic amnesia."

"Speaking of which, your little guide is very powerful!"

Homan was surprised: "Who?"

Keane: "It's the little guide who was with you!"

After a while, Homan's mind became a little clearer, and he vaguely remembered that the little guide Keen mentioned was about—"Ludwig?"

However, none of the three words "little wizard" seems to be appropriate for him...

"What's the matter with him?" Homan asked indifferently, and only then did he notice that his voice was hoarse.

Keane gave Homan a meaningful look: "When I arrived on White Musk, he was tearing the adult Sentinel's mental body from the sky with one hand."

Fuck!Even though he watched Ludwig talk too much, Homan's mouth still opened in a semicircle, and he didn't close it for a long time.

Keane dragged his cheeks, with a disbelief on his face: "That's an adult sentinel~ The body of a guide, how could it be so good? I really want to dissect it and study it."

Homan imagined the scene for a while, felt that there was some Sparta, and quickly changed the topic: "How do you know that there is a problem with me? You will come here..."

Keane pondered: "I don't know, I came here because the medicine I gave you collided with the medicine in your own prescription. I'm afraid of side effects after taking it."

"No wonder the more I eat, the more uncomfortable I feel... You are a cheater!"

Keane was embarrassed: "I just thought it would be a little troublesome to go to Wang Ting and Silver Rose, so I didn't check it. Who knew that you ran to White Musk as soon as I found out! You still lost contact!"

After talking for a long time, he still felt that he was negligent, and Keane waved his hand guiltily: "Anyway, you should stop the medicine first, stop both medicines, and there is something wrong with your own medicine."

Homan: "What's the problem?"

Keane: "There is nothingness grass in there. It shouldn't be in there at all..."

The name was slightly familiar, and Homan felt that his mind was muddled, and he couldn't understand it no matter what, so he simply put the word again.

Unexpectedly, this search reminded him of something more important: "That's right! Keen! That radiation field is ice uranium mica!"

Keen nodded: "Of course I already knew. The tens of thousands of square meters of mica rough stones are each three feet deep, and half of them are top-quality rough stones. There are not only ice uranium mica, chrome stones, and yellow mulberry crystals. They are all used for weapons and equipment. There are so many top-level materials, enough for an elite team to consume for ten years during the war."

"I reported it in the morning. Otherwise, why do you think I came to see you now, but it is probably difficult to find out. They can be exposed in such a big way, and they must have cleaned up the loopholes."

"How could it be cleaned up? That spiritual body is the sentinel of the vulture, didn't he catch it?" Homan asked.

"I caught it. It's just... nothing has been pried out of his mouth, and he committed suicide two days ago." Keen sighed, "This person should be from the regular army. His words and deeds It can be seen. It’s just that the investigation shows that... this person seems to have appeared out of nowhere, and the empire has no records, not even fingerprints or pupil tests.”

Homan rubbed his head, always feeling that this conspiracy had something to do with the hunt for Ludwig, but many things piled up in his unconscious mind, and it hurt to death.

"Okay, you can rest." Keane could see that Homan was dumbfounded now, and said that he didn't know how much he understood for a long time, so he took a sip of water and hurried out.

When he was about to leave the door, he suddenly turned his head: "Oh, yes! I came to you from the starship specially approved by the Queen Mother. She was very anxious when she heard that something happened to you, and she said she would come to see you, and I will be there in a few days." arrive."

After speaking, the speed flashes to prevent being beaten.

These words can be regarded as stabbing a hornet's nest. Although Homan was unresponsive just now, he could hear this sentence clearly. He picked up the pillow and threw it over: "Don't let her come over!"

"Bang!" The door closed.When Homan exploded his hair, Simon was aroused, and he rolled over and gave the master a snort.

Hearing the news that his mother was coming to see him, Homan couldn't calm down, and forced himself to pull out the blood transfusion tube connected to his arm, but he didn't expect the door to open again.

The doctor came in, just in time to catch Homan's little trick.

Half of the doctors in the Imperial Hospital are guides. First, they often take in adult sentinels, and most of these single dogs need spiritual counseling. Second, guides are usually careful, and mental tentacles are more conducive to surgery and scientific research.

This brown-haired doctor happens to be the guide, but Homan is not an adult, and he doesn't need counseling if he doesn't have mania.

The doctor wore glasses with a very serious expression. He walked over without squinting and inserted the infusion tube that Homan had pulled out. After recording the data on the medical optical brain, he was about to leave, completely ignoring that this was the serious illness of His Royal Highness the Third Prince. The ward didn't know how to comfort Homan's frustrated mood just after waking up.

"Wait a minute." Homan interrupted the doctor's footsteps.

The doctor flicked his curly hair, turned his head, and said with a serious look: "What's the matter?"

"Well, what happened to the guide that came in with me?"

The doctor turned on the brain: "Ludwig Schroeder. Skin trauma, he was discharged from the hospital and returned to school the day before yesterday."

Homan's eyes widened: "How is it possible! He obviously stayed in the high-intensity radiation place longer than I did."

"Perhaps genetics are better." The doctor is used to it, poking the light-brain interface with his slender fingers, narrowing his eyes, "It's another sentry of yours who came together, and the injury is not serious."

Kevin.

Homan: "How is he?"

"His companion animal, the lynx. It's dead." The doctor's tone was flat, as if he was talking about eating a nutritional supplement that tasted like Didi shrimp at noon.

"Dead?" Homan was taken aback. "Can the companion beast die?"

The doctor seemed to despise Homan's lack of knowledge: "Of course, the juvenile associated beast is an entity. The connection with the master's mind is not a life connection, and life and death are naturally up to you."

Homan turned his head and looked at Simon, who had changed his position and continued to sleep, and turned his head: "Then if the companion beast dies, will the sentinel become an ordinary person?"

The doctor replied indifferently: "Oh, it's about dividing the number of people. But under normal circumstances, the sentry will die after a few days."

The author has something to say: Enter v tomorrow!Three shifts at 10:[-] in the morning ~ Thank you little angels for your support ~

What are you making~

Although I "the author has something to say", in order to maintain a cold and glamorous image, I usually stay cold (add another adjective) and don't speak [Fan Fei︿(￣︶￣)︿

But in fact, after posting the article every day, I waited with my fingers for 20 minutes, rushed to the comment area excitedly, and then: no comment (╯‵*′)╯︵┻━┻

Then another 20 minutes passed: jj must be smoking ╧═╧(-＿-)╧═╧

Angrily waiting for an hour to come back ('╥ω╥')

Well, everyone must have missed it.Unable to accept the reality, turn on the computer at 12 o'clock, this time there must be something!

?w? Tears streaming down my face, the hero will fight another day... My high-cold readers are more cold than me!

Finally, thank you for the extra points and comments~ I will update it~(';ω;′)(ノω?,)