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Hearing my shout, the owner of the laser gun paused.

"It's me, I'm Han Chi!" I called again, enduring the pain and getting up from the escalator.

"Han Chi!" Arm Mike rushed over and pulled me up, clutching his shoulders.

What first appeared at the hatch was a shiny black gun barrel, followed by a thick gun body, and then a pair of slender and powerful hands.Those hands held the gun calmly, paused, and tilted the barrel slightly, reducing the threat.

The hands slowly stretched out from the cabin, wearing a pair of black wristbands on the wrists, and along the wrists you can see the strong arms, with a strange tattoo on the biceps, which looks like a word, But it's not like it.Then, the owner of the gun came out.

The white skin unique to the white mulatto, the pointed jaw, and the black and curly hair stuck to his face.

A pair of eyes as black as the night sky.

"Oh?" Eric sat among a pile of scrap metal, his slender legs resting casually on a pile of brackets next to him.He was cleaning his gun with focused eyes. After listening to what I said, he just said "oh" lightly and didn't continue.

While talking about my situation calmly, I carefully cleaned the wound for Arm Mike, without looking at what Eric was doing.

Armmack sat casually on an iron pole too, his strong body covered with beautiful horizontal stripes, his back as straight as he always was.Sitting casually like this, let him do it, but there is an indescribable momentum.He raised his arm slightly and asked me to treat his wound.

Fortunately, Arm Mike reacted quickly and only scratched his shoulder, and the wound was not deep.The heart that has been hanging has been slightly relaxed.

After rummaging in the medicine cabinet, I found a little leftover medicine and applied it to Armmack.

Looking at his wound, I feel a little bored for some reason.But Armmack's focus wasn't on the wound.

"What did you say to him?" he asked in a deep voice.

The movement in my hand paused, and I was a little surprised, "You...didn't understand?"

"Actually, I can't understand your conversation." Eric said suddenly, his dark eyes swept back and forth on Arm Mike and me.

Frowning slightly, I don't know what's going on.I feel like I'm saying the same thing, but Eric can't understand talking to Arm Mike, and Arm Mike can't understand talking to Eric.

"What's going on?" I said to myself.

"Is there a problem?" Arm Mike stood up from the broken chair, shaking his arms.

I quickly stopped him, "Don't move around."

"It's okay." He said with a smile on his handsome arm, with a look of indifference.

Eric also jumped up from his chair, gun still in hand.I don't know how he lived during this nearly one month, but I just feel that when he stood up, there was a strange atmosphere all over his body.

That kind of atmosphere is usually the temperament of a fierce fighter or a soldier.

He was just a doctor. When he was on the spaceship, he had an elegant temperament and didn't talk much, but he definitely didn't have the temperament that came out of the killing field.

A little startled.What happened to him during this month?

After he stood up, he pointed a gun at Arm Mike, his eyes instantly turned extremely cold.

"Eric!" I stood in front of the gun, stared at him and asked, "What are you going to do? I said he's not a bad guy."

Eric stared into my eyes, and I stared at him, trying to look genuine, but not sure.

"You brought him here? Did you take the things in the spaceship?" Eric still held his gun, looked at me for a moment, and asked suddenly.

It seems that my eyes are not sincere enough.

"Yes." He said with a little embarrassment. Speaking of it, it is really unreasonable to touch the things inside without authorization.What can be taken away is only some food and medicine.As for the laser gun, this thing is too dangerous, so I put it here for fear of being taken away by others, so I put it away.As for other system equipment and the like, I haven't touched it at all.Of course, I won't let anyone touch it, because I'm afraid I won't be able to leave if it breaks.

After thinking about it, I added, "I took it away. Other important things on the spacecraft have not been touched, let alone the control room."

After hearing what I said, Eric withdrew his gun, and there was a little warmth in his eyes, "That's good."

I was relieved.

"By the way, I never said it..." He laughed.

"What?" I was slightly taken aback.

"You were the one who operated on me last time, thank you for saving me." Eric smiled and put the gun on his shoulder casually.

Suddenly there was a place in my heart that seemed to be stabbed by something, and the emotions hidden underneath rushed out with that small hole in an instant.

Looking at Eric's smiling face, I felt various emotions in my heart. I thought there would be a lot to say, and I thought I would dance with excitement, but when this only companion really stood in front of me, I couldn't say a word.

I'm obviously very happy...

Maybe it's because I've gradually gotten used to the life here, and the sense of despair at the beginning has faded a lot.

He sighed silently, raised his hand, and lightly tapped his shoulder, "Where have you been during this time?"

As if being reminded of the past by me, Eric's expression changed, and in the end he just pursed his lips into a cold straight line without saying a word.

The space inexplicably fell into a strange silence.It seemed that there should have been a sound, but it was replaced by some kind of electric wave in the air, flowing silently between the two.

In such an atmosphere, Arm Mike felt something sensitively, frowned, but soon stretched out.He walked up to me, glanced at Eric and me, and said calmly, "I'll go out and have a look."

Still no one spoke but him.

"Talk well, I'll separate and mash the grass first." After saying a word, he left, walking calmly as usual, but he glanced at me before leaving, and there was an inexplicable look in that glance.

I frowned slightly, what was this man thinking?

"Who is he?" Eric asked, looking at the distant figure of Arm Mike.

"He took me in." I said, and briefly talked about being taken in by Arm Mike.

He listened and nodded, "I woke up and found that everyone was dead, and I didn't see you, so I went out to look for it with a laser gun. Later, I encountered some strange beasts..." He frowned, " I also met people, where is this planet?"

As soon as people were mentioned, I thought of Ramidas, thought for a while, and asked, "Have you ever killed someone?"

He nodded without hesitation.

"why?"

He didn't seem to want to say it, and raised his jaw slightly, showing a bit of disdain and pride.

Looking at his face, I sighed silently, and continued to ask: "Is there any misunderstanding at that time?"

It's best to find out about this matter first. If Ramidas knows that Eric is here, the matter will not be resolved by then.

"I don't want to mention this." Eric frowned, but quickly let go, he stared at me, his eyes softened, "I checked the spaceship, most of the instruments are not damaged, as for the system... The test results are coming soon, and it seems that there is no big problem at present, and we may return to Earth."

When I suddenly heard the news, I was stunned.After a second, ecstasy welled up, instantly putting my mind in a state of extreme excitement, and the joy of being able to go home made me a little incoherent, "What did you say? Is it true? Can you really go back?"

However, in the middle of the conversation, he suddenly thought of Arm Mike outside, and the joy suddenly faded a lot.Thinking of what he did for himself, thinking of everything in the mother tree, and thinking of Anfisuna, Nubis and the others, the waves in his heart suddenly returned to calm.

"There is a 50.00% possibility." Eric nodded, the corners of his lips curled up, and it was very easy to see his joy, "If the system is fine, there is a 60.00% possibility. The remaining problem is the operation. At present, there are only two of us, and only part of it can be handed over to the brain to run automatically..."

I listened to him and nodded slightly.

"...The most important thing left is energy." Eric frowned, "If there is not enough energy, everything will be in vain."

"energy?"

"Yeah." He frowned again, "The energy consumed when starting the spaceship is huge. The faster the speed, the greater the energy consumption. I don't know what the coordinates here are, but I guess it won't be close, and the speed is the fastest." The higher the better, the better. At least it can be maintained until it enters the solar system."

I looked at him seriously: "I don't know much about spaceships. If you need me to do anything, I will try my best."

He smiled slightly, "It seems that you are still willing to leave."

Almost instinctively, I turned my head away from his sight, nodded vaguely, "Yeah."

He didn't pay attention to my expression and slight hesitation. In his mind, my reaction was very normal.Indeed, the first choice for anyone thrown into a strange and dangerous planet is to go back.Back to the rules, rigid, but relatively peaceful world.

It is the nature of animals to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.isn't it?

But why would I hesitate?

"I've smashed the grass." Arm Mike's low and calm voice came from the cabin door.

I turned my head and saw him standing there quietly.I don't know when it happened.

He heard?My heart suddenly tightened, but I felt relieved when I thought that he couldn't understand Eric's words.

...why worry?

This question suddenly flashed through his mind.

His every move has actually influenced my thinking and decision-making.

Seeing that we had noticed him, Armmack came in with a light container.The material of that container is mixed metal, which is very light in weight.Everything on the spacecraft has been reduced in weight as much as possible.He walked in with the small container in his broad palm, and glanced at me with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

His brows trembled slightly for a moment, then stretched out again, as if he had figured out something.

Then he walked to the detector, skillfully put the small container into the large container, covered it, and turned on the machine.

The machine hummed slightly.

The three of them were silent and had nothing to say.

The author has something to say: I entered the scene today and issued a white helmet...a helmet...a helmet...this helmet will accompany me for many years...I have never worn a helmet before. There is a very complicated feeling...

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