God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

Fu Sangshen, who couldn't tell what state they were in now, gathered in the ward of the God Judge to rest for a night, but there was no shortage of entertainment and activities.

The sleeper of the gods has always been very light, and even the slightest movement in the pill can be noticed by him. The Fusangshen discovered it when they were sleeping. The gods will always wake up earlier than them, no matter it is an emergency Still wake up naturally, Jingmo will always be the one to say good morning first.

So much so that now they find it very rare to see the interrogator lying down with his eyes closed.

The tortoise shell was lying on the edge of the bed, staring intently at Jing Mo's face. It seemed that if a terminal could be used here, he wouldn't mind taking a full video.

"Enough is enough, Tortoiseshell," Tsurumaru dragged him by the back of his neck to pull him away, "Although it's just a dream, I announce that you will be expelled from the sleeping party in the future."

"It doesn't matter if you say it," the tortoiseshell stared straight at the eyelashes of the judge who trembled slightly with the air circulation in the room, "the only one who has the right to ask me to do this is the master."

"Hey, hey," Bai He wanted to punch him with itchy hands, "you just said it because you were sure he wouldn't do it... Well, it might be possible for him at this time."

"I won't listen to what you say at this time," Guijia said regretfully until he couldn't see the judge's face clearly, "I'm not one of those guys who don't understand anything, as long as I'm treated indifferently, I think it's real... …cough."

He automatically terminated the topic.

"Really what?" Xiaohuwan asked curiously, shaking her ears.

"Oh? You don't understand..."?

Before half a sentence was finished, Sanriyue elegantly brushed her sleeve on the turtle's face, interrupting the rest of the sentence.

"Hmph... as long as I understand the subtle aspects of the master," Guijia smiled nonchalantly, "I won't spoil your children."

"So he is such a person... Sure enough," Zong San leaned against the wall beside the bed, his long pink hair cascading down against the white wall, "I think it's the same, otherwise, where did the faint sense of fear come from?" come."

The man lying on the bed was very quiet, as if he was integrated with the darkness around him, his breathing and heartbeat were slow and steady. The intelligent AI in the room determined that he was in a deep sleep state, and spontaneously adjusted the brightness of the room and lowered the volume of white noise.

Only the Fu Sangshen who were present knew that he was faking, and they didn't even need to look closely to see clearly. If something unexpected happened at this time, those dark pupils would definitely not feel sleepy when they opened.

They are too familiar with him, even more accurate than the dazzling variety of precise index values ​​and intelligent AI with amazing calculations.

So now it feels strange.

"No wonder he doesn't like to talk about the past, it's too bad." Tsurumaru sat on the head of the bed with one leg on the ground, tilted his head and smiled at his master who pretended to be sleeping and driving with ease, "but I don't know why, I actually feel quite happy now.”

"Because of the changes in getting along with each other," San Riyue frowned, walked over and reached out to touch the God Judge's chest, "here."

Although his fingers and body passed by like phantoms, Five Swords Under Heaven had the illusion that he could feel a certain temperature. He paused for a moment, and continued to smile: "The fate of meeting is really incredible, even if it is as solid as a rock, it can't be done." It changes shape with the raindrops."

"In the end, the stone has to hold the water," Baihe commented lively, "as a drop of rainwater that can stay in the stone, shouldn't I be proud?"

Owaki gave a soft snort.

"The fate of meeting..." Zong San turned his head slightly, his pupils flashed a bright color in the dark night: he looked at the man with his eyes closed, as if he was asking, but also seemed to be thinking, "Is this why I came to him?" , then, who is the stone and who is the rain?"

"...Forget it, that's not bad."

After a while, Da Dao whispered softly.

Afterwards, the Fu Sangshens went to one battlefield after another with Jingmo in their dreams. They took a high-speed aircraft to cross the thunderstorm clouds, and they crossed the mountains in a field vehicle without seat belts that would hit their heads forty times a minute. Dive into the quiet deep sea of ​​2000 meters in the cabin.

Watching him come to the forefront of the firefight alone, sit in a strange instrument, let thousands of enemies fall down in front of him, and then lose consciousness, and was rushed to the scene by the terrified observers along with the instrument to the medical base.

Those eyes reflected the gunfire all over the sky and the countless lost lives, but there was no wave of waves, but when they were guaranteed to be absolutely alone, white flowers of mourning bloomed around them.

"Colonel! You can't go on like this!"

Scarlet roared angrily in the communicator, the additional recuperation plan was rejected, and now even the routine post-war rest time has been reduced, even if it is just an ordinary soldier, it will be too much for such an intensive battle, let alone What about him who can only rest on the way?

"This frequency won't affect me," Jingmo replied in a steady voice. In order to ease the atmosphere, he smiled and let the camera pan to the observers beside him. "My condition is much better than theirs. The really hard worker People are here."

However, no one thought it was a joke, and the observers looked back at him stiffly, as if the person in front of him would go berserk in the next moment, disregarding friend and foe.

"...so unpleasant."

Even though she knew it was useless, San Riyue let her wide sleeves hang in front of the God-inspector, as if it could block those eyes that looked like they were staring at monsters.

The number of observers was more than double that of when they first met, and the protection level of the equipment was also rising. Although it was difficult for the fusangshen to distinguish the specific differences of the expensive and scarce equipment for a while, the surprised, angry and anxious expressions of the surrounding soldiers were effective. clearly communicated the potential intent of this change.

"What's the point of doing this!" Blush's face was very ugly, but due to the presence of the observer called "Vulture", she couldn't say anything too outrageous, "I will rush over as soon as possible, don't move any more, The battle situation is very good, and the staff department asks you to be on standby at the next base."

"Did you fight for me again?" Jing Mo slightly raised the corners of his lips, "I said it was unnecessary, but thank you, Scarlet."

His tone was gentle, rational and calm, and the observers around him unconsciously retracted their fingers hidden in the protective clothing.

If Scarlet continues this kind of topic with strong subjective emotions, they can only cut off the communication to avoid causing the colonel's abnormal mood swings. Facing such monitoring objects, they have the green light one by one beyond the normal authority. .

Needless to say, ordinary soldiers, the observers themselves can feel the fear and pressure accumulated by the successive orders.

... For such a large colonel, even if the war is over, what should he do?

"...Don't be so nervous," Jing Mo cut off the communication, and after noticing the silence around him, he understood the reason after a little thought, but he didn't intend to explain too much, "In the first lesson of the observer training I should have told you that to suppress your own mood swings and avoid worse effects, you have to follow me at all times, and on the front line, mood swings are a fatal weakness."

"...Because negative emotions are contagious, large areas of fear are most likely to be targeted by the enemy," the leader of the observation team nodded, and continued with complicated eyes, "Thank you, Colonel."

Now they are not afraid of war, but are afraid of heroes. This should be a kind of sadness.

"You're welcome, everything is for victory." Jing Mo smiled lightly and put away the communicator, "Protect yourself."

"This time, it was an order from the staff department itself." The short-haired female officer looked stubbornly at the person in front of her, "Your accumulated kill count is too high, and the staff department agreed that if you lose control in a key battle, the consequences will be severe." It will be unpredictable."

So take a good rest first...

"Did it cause such a big impact?" Jing Mo paused for a while after taking off the badge, then unbuttoned the buttons smoothly, and hung up the coat, "But the war is coming to an end, I think there is still a while before a complete rest time."

"Finally willing to rest?" Scarlet didn't hear what he meant, but she calmed down a lot after hearing the answer, "Senior Colonel, leave it to us later, although it is not as stable as you, but now it is the end At this critical moment, no matter what, we will not lose."

The war finally has the dawn of an end, no matter how much confusion and doubts there are, it has become unimportant at this time.

"I'll watch you at the base," Jing Mo turned his head, "It's just Scarlet, it's not enough just not to lose, you have to remember that the only way to end the war is to win."

"……clear."

It seems you still don't get it, but that's what I'm here for.

Looking at her leaving back, Jing Mo smiled and sighed.

Bai He on the side frowned, Zong San covered his heart, and glanced at the man whose lips never changed.

The war was in full swing.

Jingmo, on the other hand, accepts the mental force field test in the ward every day and conducts physical fitness maintenance training. He asked for a carving knife and materials. He would carve small things when he has nothing to do. He also raised a pot of flowers that are said to be not easy to die. , Water regularly every day.

Compared with the previous high-intensity battles, he was completely idle. Occasionally, he would look at the frontline battle report, and then calculate something in his mind.

Everything looks very laid back.

But Fu Sangshen can feel that as time goes by, the atmosphere in this base gradually becomes tense, the number of ordinary wounded soldiers is decreasing, and the number of observers in black is increasing. The security is getting tighter.

The black-clothed observers who had seen before were all replaced with new faces before they knew it.

"...Master hasn't been out for a long time."

Xiaohumaru sat beside the god judge, watching him tie up his hair.

The artificial sunlight in the house is enough to make the real ones look fake, the potted plants are well taken care of and have already grown small buds, the white noise of the rain every night is also like real rain, and the air sent by the ventilation system will also be It smells of moist soil or plant aroma at the right time, and the projection technology on the wall is more advanced than Shizheng. Even in a fully enclosed room without windows, it can vividly simulate the scenery of the outside world.

But Jing Mo really hasn't been out for a long time.

The doctors who came to do the measurement were replaced by faces they hadn’t seen before, and each time they finished, they looked relieved, which was exactly the same as the expressions of those observers who received the answer “there is no other need” after routine inquiries.

It was like the feeling of fear finally landing after escaping from the mouth of a beast, probably mixed with a sense of guilt that was better than nothing—they had deceived each other, but they still begged the deceived not to pursue the truth.

If the other party doesn't know, then you're not too bad.

"Why do people always think that a bird in a cage doesn't know its situation?" Zong San asked softly as he looked at the bud that was gradually forming under the God Judge.

"... Such a lord is also very gentle." San Riyue smiled, and reached out to hold the carving knife with the god judge to leave marks, "But I think it should be over soon."

They are free to go out, so they can see the public opinion of the outside world changing step by step. In the past, the title of combat hero gradually turned into a weapon of mass destruction. Worried humans began to discuss what to do with these special humanoid weapons after the war. If they return to normal society , Will the mood swings caused by ordinary conflicts affect the social order that was finally rebuilt.

After all, they now know what will happen to these special groups of people when they lose control of their emotions, and the battle on the front line seems to them to be something that will eventually go away, and of course it is not as important as the bright future that is close at hand.

"It seems to be the same everywhere," Owaki Sashi repeatedly slid his fingers over those words unconsciously, and finally turned his expression into a deep smile, "glue-like feelings only exist when each other needs each other, and when one party can only When it causes trouble, it cools down quickly."

"Hehe, I have always been full of passionate love for my master..." Tortoise Shell's expression was rare, "Don't confuse us with these people."

After he finished speaking, his face turned reddish, and he wanted to add something, but the god judge suddenly stopped the sculpture in his hand and smiled.

"Is it finally here?"

At the gate that they couldn't see, the base that became more and more silent day after day ushered in the long-lost noise.

"Long time no see, it looks like you guys have grown a lot."

Jing Mo looked at the dusty Hong Hong standing in front of him: "The battle line is advancing very fast."

"...how is your health?"

Scarlet moved her mouth, but she could only say this sentence, and her unstable spirit due to continuous fighting did not allow her to make too many expressions.

"It's not bad," Jing Mo raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "It took a lot of effort to come here, right? Actually, it's not necessary."

"It's my fault..." Scarlet said with difficulty, "I didn't expect them to treat you like this..."

"It's not your fault," Jing Mo smiled nonchalantly, "It will happen sooner or later. I wanted to do more before this happened... But this situation is within the acceptable range."

"You already knew this would happen? That's why you fought so desperately?"

"Yes," the colonel, whose face was not stained with age, nodded, not too concerned about the other party's feelings, "This is a necessary step for all wars to end, there is nothing unexpected, you are still very young. "

"You're younger than me," Scarlet insisted, but her harsh tone couldn't hide her trembling, "Have you accepted it like this, and have been 'recuperating' here?"

"No, the opportunity will come soon."

Under the artificial sunlight, the colonel smiled sideways at her: "Don't worry."

There was still a reassuring force in his tone, and Scarlet looked at him for a while. Having been with him on the battlefield for a long time, she knew that the other party's abilities were far more than what she saw.

As long as he said he didn't want to, there must be a way.

The young adjutant who believed that the future would be as beautiful as he wished finally nodded in trust.

The author has something to say: Scarlet: When the war is over, it’s okay to remain anonymous, as long as you can walk freely in the sun... the colonel will definitely be able to do it.

Tsurumaru: Judging from my many years of experience in dealing with things, he will definitely make an unexpected move, just the type that is very underwhelming...

Sozo: For some reason, I am looking forward to it.

感谢在2021-05-0413:40:03~2021-05-0619:04:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of pomelo without getting fat;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!