God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

The interior of the medical building is much quieter than the square. The hospital beds are quietly and orderly in the corridors of each floor for the next inspection, and then enter different treatment rooms according to the doctor's instructions on the light screen. There are almost no people walking alone in the corridors.

"Although I know he's here, it's hard to judge the exact location," Tsurumaru, who had followed the elevator up and down a few times, leaned against the wall on the 22nd floor with his eyes closed, feeling that the aura that he had managed to condense to ask questions was about to dry up. , "This is also really outrageous."

"His Majesty Kokomaru, do you have any impressions about this place?" Tortoise pushed his glasses, "Although this is the master's dream, it is not just a reappearance. To find out the master's past, the time is really tight. .”

As he spoke, he pulled his tie carefully, as if he wanted to cool off a bit. As for why it was hot... only he knew.

"In such a completely enclosed building, it is easy to lose the perception of time," Oyaki Osaki sensed the direction of air flow, "Maybe we should start with the information of the medical staff, after all, the time to search the entire building is too much for us It's too extravagant."

"Assuming this is the world that the master told me about," Kohomaru tried hard to recall the short story, "then the master is not necessarily here because of injury, it may also be repaired after the battle."

"In short, let's keep an eye on the excellent doctor first," San Riyue pondered, "The identity of the lord here seems very strange."

He didn't say what kind of strange method it was, but just arranged with a smile: "Then, please pay attention to the doctor's movements and database. If we still can't find out the location of the lord before their next shift, we will have another Figured out a way."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of soft music sounded.

"Maybe good luck is coming." Tsurumaru opened his eyes and looked at the medical staff trotting towards the elevator at the other end of the corridor.

Jing Mo opened his eyes.

Surrounded by peaceful darkness, the sound of rain falling unhurriedly rang beside him.

Another treatment is over.

He stretched out his hand, and accurately pressed the call button on his side in the darkness, then released the rest mode, and turned over from the treatment cabin.

The sound of the rain receded, and the soft light gradually came on. A mechanically synthesized female voice asked him softly if he was fully awake. The measurement center would arrive in 4 minutes.

It seems that the time of sleeping this time is not too long, so that's good, end all this as soon as possible, he needs to go to a relaxing place to rest.

After feeling the stiffness of his muscles, he started to move slowly from his fingertips.

The sound of the outer airtight door opening came, and the door of the ward was knocked quickly. The medical staff equipped with full protection walked in carefully, spreading their hands in front of them to show that they were harmless. After getting his nod, they cautiously He asked eagerly: "Colonel, the next routine mental state assessment is next. Do you still need time to adapt?"

"No need, just start."

Jing Mo tied his long hair into a bundle: he took off his loose top, and sat there with his shoulders on his shoulders: waiting for the nurse on the side to connect him to the analyzer.

"Don't be afraid, I'm still awake now." Feeling the hands on her back trembling slightly, Jing Mo comforted her with a smile, "I won't attack you at the slightest disagreement."

The flushed girl's hands trembled even more, but it wasn't all from fear.

She prepared for the school officer with the fastest promotion record at a speed beyond her previous level, and then waited with great hope for the doctor's evaluation results.

It didn't take long for the [-] questions. Jing Mo could even answer them by relying on his conditioned reflexes in the past, but he still cooperated with the work of the medical staff very seriously, and gave answers that seemed to be well thought out one by one.

"Your mental stability is really amazing." The doctor who quickly finished the evaluation was completely relaxed. "I heard that you have achieved outstanding results this time, but you are still the first to wake up among the people who supported you."

"As long as I can wake up, the worst consequences won't happen," Jing Mo stood up, "What's the follow-up situation?"

Knowing that this sentence was not really asking himself, the doctor immediately connected to the communicator: "The colonel's mental force field is stable, and the conditions for receiving guests are met, and the first-level observation measures can be lifted."

After saying this, he stood up and bowed deeply to the soldier in front of him: "Your subordinates are waiting in the visiting room. If there is anything we need to do, please call at any time, whether it is as a medical staff , or myself, I am willing to serve you."

"There's no need to be so polite," Jing Mo curled his lips, "You've worked hard."

"It is an honor for all the medical staff in our base to be able to evaluate you. You are our hero..." The doctor straightened up, not hiding the respect and enthusiasm in his eyes, "I believe we can still meet you like this next time. "

"A hero...?" After all the people in the ward left, the young colonel looked at his hand and smiled softly.

"Colonel!"

The chorus of an unknown number of people came, and Jing Mo withdrew his gaze, looking at the door that was pushed open vigorously.

"Great!"

A group of soldiers with shiny epaulets poured in from outside the door, and the man in black uniform was squeezed deliberately by them. I don't know how many military boots stepped on the black shiny leather shoes with vicious force, making people A twitch flickered across the owner's poker face.

"..."

Jing Mo didn't know what to say to this kind of petty conflict, so he had to let them do what they wanted.

"Your mental state has stabilized, these bald...what are these observers still doing here?" The soldier standing in front said gruffly, and by the way gave a glare to the person who was limping away outside.

It's just that his face was stiff, and his stare looked like he was waiting for someone to turn around.

"Even if I wake up, there are other people on this floor, and this is their responsibility." Jing Mo replied in a good-tempered manner, "I am the key observation object, and these are all necessary procedures."

"They didn't regard us as comrades-in-arms," ​​the woman on the other side replied coldly. "We are responsible for killing the enemy, and they are responsible for cleaning us up. There is no need for respect for such a duty."

"Crimson," Jing Mo stopped her from speaking, "how is the battle going?"

"... There will be sporadic firefights in the future, but generally speaking, the battle situation in the Xihe Plain is stable, and the speed of our advance is in line with expectations." The woman called Scarlet quickly suppressed her emotional fluctuations and began to answer questions.

When the woman was reporting the situation of the battle, Tsurumaru circled around the somewhat unfamiliar god-inspector three times, relying on the fact that the other party couldn't see him, he wished he could observe his physical condition with a magnifying glass.

"It seems that you are really not injured." He muttered with some relief and some dissatisfaction, "There are quite a lot of subordinates here, but none of them remember to get you a piece of clothing, be careful of catching a cold."

"Ah! This is the attire the master wears here, right?" Guijia found the military uniform in a corner of the ward, and he clutched his chest suffocatingly. "Sure enough, just thinking about the effect of wearing such clothes, I... !"

"I'm always excited about inexplicable places," Sosan glanced at him, "You... I'll just assume that you and Tsurumaru have the same meaning..."

"Hahaha, I also think it would be better for the lord to put on clothes quickly," Sanriyue said with a smile, "After all, there are so many people here, um... it's a public place, right."

"Xiaohu thinks that a subordinate who can't notice the status of the master at any time is unqualified." Xiaohumaru took off his cloak, wanting to add a little warmth to the unaware of the gods.

Fapi passed through the body of the god judge with warmth, the big fox was stunned, and put the clothes back on his body in frustration.

On the battlefield, you just need to pay attention to whether the people around you are dead or alive, and whether the clothes are thick or thin is not considered at all. In the base... you can wear whatever you like, isn't the room a constant temperature?

Our senior colonel can have this privilege!He can wear whatever he likes, and if he dares to control him, he will beat him up.

Regardless of men or women, none of the subordinates who have evolved the skill of taking care of people do not know that they will be criticized in the future, and they all look at their shirtless colonel with a poker face.

Jing Mo, who was in the center of sight, was also used to this way of getting along, and didn't feel anything wrong at all.

"After the General Staff spreads the news of your awakening, there will probably be peace here for a long time."

Scarlet made a conclusion, with a hint of relief in her tone: "The logistics have arranged the best recuperation base in the Southwest, I'll contact them right away..."

"No need, contact the staff for me, I can go to the next battlefield," Jing Mo raised his hand to stop her words, "Hurry up."

"……What's the meaning?"

Jing Mo got up to get his uniform, and left the crimson biting the corner of his mouth behind him: "My mental condition does not need to be recuperated for the time being, so I can transfer it to someone else."

"...Colonel, think again," another soldier said with difficulty, "You have fought ten consecutive high-intensity battles, and the number of kills... the number of kills has already exceeded the threshold. The plan to let you continue to fight is that Scarlet collected the cases of hundreds of people and submitted three verification procedures before they agreed to this recuperation..."

Humanoid weapons are also subject to wear and tear. For logistics, the more expensive they are, the more they deserve careful protection. But for the staff, it only exists in how to maximize their effectiveness. Since it is a weapon, damage is inevitable.

——It is not a pity to damage a weapon on the battlefield, it is worthless if it cannot be used.

Loss is reflected in the number of kills and the stability of the mental force field. Generally speaking, there is a negative correlation between the two. When the upper limit of the number of kills is reached, these humanoid weapons will also collapse due to the overwhelm of the mental force field.

Death...or complete madness in which to lose yourself.

So far, only Jingmo is an exception.

His number of kills keeps accumulating and rising, but his mental stability remains constant. He is the most perfect weapon in the ideal, but when he really appears, people are afraid of his spirit that doesn't know when it will collapse. One day he woke up and suddenly lost control and destroyed everything around him.

Because everyone knows that ideals are only ideals, and it is impossible for people not to be affected by emotions. The war has been going on for so many years, and countless precedents have told them that there are no exceptions.

The staff clearly wanted to maximize the value of this weapon before it disintegrated.

What Scarlet did was to find the pattern from countless bloody cases, apply for the test again and again, and persuade the staff to use repairs to extend the use time of this weapon, so that it can last longer.

She worked hard for ten battles and finally succeeded, but also failed.

"Thank you, Scarlet," the cuffs of the white shirt stretched over the wrist, Jing Mo smiled back while buttoning the buttons, "but I don't need it."

There was no reluctance in his voice, as if he was saying a universal truth that couldn't be more natural: "Give this opportunity to those soldiers who need it."

The short-haired female officer stood upright. She gave a military salute without saying a word, and rushed out like the wind, but even the sound of closing the door was restrained.

The rest of the soldiers looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

The Fusangshen on the side were dumbfounded.

...It's different, although I don't quite understand what they are saying, but this god judge who rejected the other party's kindness is really different from what they remembered.

Although he was puzzled by the other party's reaction, Jing Mo knew that she would do what he said, so he didn't care anymore. He turned around and planned to say a few more words to others.

A sharp alarm sounded, and the Fu Sangshen were surprised to find that their bodies rippled like reflections in the water, while the other soldiers, without exception, covered their heads and groaned.

"...out of control."

Jing Mo opened the inner door without hesitation, but the outer airtight door was not closed tightly as Hong Hong left in a hurry. The observer in black at the door ignored him and just ran in one direction.

"There is an emergency in the C-024 area, please return the unrelated personnel to the sealed room, close the sealed door—"

The emotionless AI female voice repeated the notification, and the Fu Sangshen followed closely behind Jing Mo, and ran towards the place of the accident together with him.

Observers in black surrounded a ward from both ends. A soldier wearing the same type of hospital uniform stood in the corridor, and two medical staff fell outside the door, breathing slightly up and down.

"Then kill me!"

The bloodshot soldier roared at the observers: "Why, do you feel sorry for your weapons? Or are you afraid of me?"

"You just lost control of your mental force field due to memory confusion," a black-clothed observer answered him, "Please recall carefully, now you have returned to a safe base, your opponent is not an enemy, please slowly regain your memory and reason. "

"It's gone...it can't be found again!" The soldier laughed in a low voice, "Sooner or later, this day will happen, it's just sooner or later...all of them will die!"

——Class II inhaled sedative drugs preparation.

The black-clothed observer made a gesture behind him, ready to continue using words to guide the other party's emotions, but found that he was gently pushed away.

"clam down."

Jing Mo stared into the other's eyes and said softly, "Do you still remember who I am?"

"... Colonel?"

The opponent's eyes were like bottomless darkness. The soldier was stunned for a while, feeling that the hurricane in his head gradually subsided, and the messy memories that were rolled up and circling slowly returned to their place. Through these eyes, he found the anchor to connect with reality. point.

"it's me."

Jing Mo bent down to help him up: "We're back."

The soldier stared blankly at him, and suddenly hugged his arm and cried bitterly: "How many more people did I kill? Two thousand? Five thousand? Their mental fragments linger in my mind, and I can't find myself, Colonel! I Is it still human?"

"It's just fulfilling our duty as a soldier," Jing Mo replied calmly, "We did this voluntarily, remember? When the war is over, all of this will be over."

"It's different...it's different!" The soldier's tears fell to the ground drop by drop, "I want to be the best soldier, but I prefer to fight with them knife and gun on the battlefield. Falling into the muddy water and waiting to die, instead of sitting in the machine, crushing and devouring them with my own spirit, those living people like me just died without seeing the face of the enemy, that makes me feel I am really just a weapon... I want to be a human being, I want to be the same as everyone else!"

He cried hoarsely, but his tears gradually dried up: "Every time I kill a person, I will know his feelings. They have parents, wives and children... have faith, love... just like me, why on earth do they have such feelings?" War... Colonel, do you know? Why..."

The white mist filled the air, and the soldier's consciousness began to blur, but he still looked into those dark eyes persistently, wanting an answer.

"...I don't know, but the war will be over soon," Jing Mo reached out to cover his eyes, "I promise."

When he raised his hand, the soldier had fallen into a deep sleep again.

"Thank you, Colonel." The masked observer in black came forward and glanced at the unconscious soldier. "This time it was just an accident, and I will explain it accordingly in the report."

"It was just an accident." Jing Mo repeated.

"Yes."

Why did the awakened soldier lose control of his mental concussion again after passing the mental assessment, what happened after the sealed door opened... these are just accidents.

If no one makes mistakes, then no one needs to be punished.

This kind of behavior of quickly reaching a secret deal finally made Owaki Zai feel a little familiar.

He sighed, looked at his companions who were a little dull due to too much information, and felt that he needed to know a little more about the rules of this world.

——Such a god-judging person will remind him of the day when Wan Wu first met, with a fearless fighting spirit burning under his gentle appearance.

Since when did he become what he is now?

The author has something to say: On the difference of subordinates:

Soldiers: Looks like the colonel isn't crazy!I knew he couldn't be crazy!Shirtless is so manly!

Fusangshen: Can't you bring him the clothes and put them on?Don't care after the battle?All failed!

In the past, Jingmo was a nasty guy who made people want to wear a sack (no)

Sometimes I get angry when I look at it hhh

Do you still like him like this_(:з」∠)_