Therapy Planet No. 13

On the New Year's Day, the Tower of Babel, under the auspices of the High Priest of Sartre, sent sincere blessings to the people of the whole universe.

Priests in each district, large and small clergymen have carried out large-scale celebrations and relief activities in their own jurisdictions, standing by the side of the federal government. The official color of the two forces is the innocent holy white, standing There is quite an illusion of merging together.

To hold celebrations and rescues, human beings naturally need a sense of ritual.

The sense of ceremony gives people solemnity and order. Even though there are so many entertainment activities now, holidays are more or less different from normal times. The fixed rules make people find more fun from their idle daily life and become relaxed. joy.

"You didn't go out?"

On a certain hunting ground in the Baiguang Continent, Marta was wearing a light brown hunting suit, her long chestnut hair was tied up high, and she was holding a self-modified long gun in her hand, asking questions without looking back. road.

The visitor wore a white top hat crookedly on his head, a white turtleneck sweater, light gray trousers on his lower body, and a coat that he took off on his arm, with a relaxed expression.

"I went, but slipped away quietly. After all, I also need to play regularly here."

It was Ahan, the priest who had introduced Marta to the Freedom League.

Marta held her gun steady, and squinted her eyes, staring at a white snowy deer through the rearview mirror.

It is below zero all the year round, and there has just been a heavy snowfall. The snow that has not been cleared by humans is enough to cover people's knees. The pine needles are covered with bright white crystals. The moving animals have long adapted to this environment. They are all white, which is a test of people's eyesight.

"Isn't it about to start? Can you make it in time?"

The prosthetic eye began to automatically detect wind speed, temperature, and humidity, and soon transmitted the measured data directly to the spirit network, without affecting the line of sight at all.

Numerous circular focusing frames began to move closer, dock, and lock——

Raise your hand, tense, hold your breath.

boom.

A bullet shot into Snow Deer's body in an instant, hitting the head, and the hot blood trickled out, revealing a dazzling red.

"Stop by to see you." Ahan approached one by one, his tone calm, "The marksmanship is good, it seems that you have not regressed after leaving the army training."

"Are you mocking me or Almi?" Marta replied nonchalantly, staring at her achievement for a while.

Ahan shrugged: "I'm sorry if I offended you."

Marta put down the gun in her hand, handed it to Ahan, and raised her eyebrows: "Try?"

"No, I don't know how to use a gun." Ah Han took it, carefully and carefully structured it, and refused, "I am a person who advocates love and peace."

Hearing this, Marta seemed to hear some terrible joke, and her eyes were full of jokes: "So the ambassador of love and peace wants to side with the radicals? Don't you find it ironic?"

Ahan sighed helplessly: "You and I have expected the split between Boyd and Lucas a long time ago, but I didn't expect it to come so fast, and so... fierce."

He raised the gun and put it tentatively on his shoulder.

Marta couldn't see it, so she reached out and knocked on several key parts such as shoulders, elbows, and wrists: "Are you firing a bazooka? On your shoulders? Your wrists must be strong and rest on your chest. Don't drop your elbows. Stretch your whole body in a straight line... ..."

Seeing that Ahan's posture was in place, Marta withdrew her hand in satisfaction: "Don't be devious, you must have ordered me from the archbishop, right? He... what does he want you to bring?"

As soon as these words were finished, a white long-billed bird flew past the eyes of the two of them.

The muzzle of Ahan's gun suddenly turned, and he moved quickly with the long-billed bird. Before he had time to think about it, he aimed—and shot—

thump.

There was the sound of something heavy hitting the snow.

Ahan was jerked back by the recoil of the gun, and took several steps backwards, almost falling to the ground from the shock.

He shook his numb arm, returned the shot|gun to Marta, and complained a few more words: "The shock almost broke my bones."

Marta raised her eyebrows and said, "You lack exercise. I really don't know how you work around Boyd."

Ahan snorted coldly, and covered it up: "You can transform prosthetic limbs like everyone and you can't feel the pain!"

Marta's breathing was stagnant, and the corners of her mouth were raised quickly, showing a big smile: "What did you say? I can't hear clearly."

Ah Han clearly heard the sound of the shotgun being loaded again.

click.

It seems that the heart can be pierced in the next second.

Ever since Marta was transformed by "punishment", her temperament has become very different.

When he was adapting to his new body on the hospital bed before, he was still the same as the character recorded in the data, taciturn and sarcastic, except for the difference in belief, he was exactly the same as all the soldiers from Almy Star!

But as time went by, Marta would show occasional emotions in his presence, and even suddenly become irritable—especially when it came to the body modification.

If it wasn't for the fact that Marta's rebirth and transformation were all done under his own eyes, Ahan would really suspect that other priests in the church had just changed their minds for Marta!

Ahan, who felt that he had touched the mold, naturally showed a dazed expression, as if a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water: "Huh? What did you hear? I didn't say anything."

"Good marksmanship." Marta rested the shot|gun on the ground for support, her jaw slightly retracted.

Perhaps it is a habit, but she has always been willing to give timely and pertinent feedback on the learning achievements of "subordinates" or "recruits".

Ahan took off the top hat on his head, revealing short curly white hair like snow. To be precise, all the hair on his body is white.

It looks like an ice brick carefully carved by craftsmen, delicate and luxurious.

Ahan walked slowly to the front and picked up the long-billed bird he had hunted. The dark red blood dripped into the snow and made small holes, which were the same color as the red in the depths of his pupils.

If Angor's pupils are more brown-red, then Ahan's eyes are pure bright red.

In the past, this kind of performance was the standard posture of albinism patients, but now, there are all kinds of strange changes, which do not affect the specific functions of the human body, and everyone is not surprised.

It's just that pure white like this is still rare.

Ahan remembers that when he was a child, when his parents, who were artists, brought him as a guest in front of those friends, he was often teased like this: Your parents must have poured a layer of white paint into your genetic sequence.

"Follow Lucas."

Ahan relayed unhurriedly: "Find out how he can contact Joshua, if possible, also need chips."

Marta smiled sarcastically: "Those who can't shoot go to the radical faction, and those who come out of Almi go to the peace faction. Don't you think it's a bit ironic?"

"That's what the Archbishop meant."

Marta nodded, said "hmm", and looked away from Ahan.

The air was suddenly silent.

The winter breeze brushed past my ears gently, carrying the fluffy warmth of the two suns above my head.

The two stalemate in place for a long time, and Ahan finally spoke first: "If you have something to say, you'd better hurry up."

He looked at the time: "I have to rush back to return to Boyd."

Marta walked forward without saying a word, and Ahan stopped where he was, watching Marta step from the flat ground into the snow, but the speed did not change at all, and soon dragged the snow deer that had been hunted to death before Ahan.

Xuelu's dead body smashed a small hole that was not too deep and not shallow.

"...I heard that the paladin who was captured ran back by himself."

Marta stared into the eyes of the dead deer without saying a word, and suddenly asked a question without warning.

"Paladin?" Ahhan paused, and quickly realized, "Oh, you mean the group that went to the hyperspace port to carry out secret orders?"

He thought for a while and said, "I remember that kid's name is George, right?"

Marta replied: "I don't know his name."

"Oh, he just ran back to Miss Merle's jurisdiction, as you know—my current position is due to the generosity of Miss Merle, so I know a little more news."

Ahan blinked playfully: "I heard that the kid was tortured until he was out of shape when he came back. In order to prevent him from being defiled, the archbishop personally baptized him a second time."

Marta flinched visibly when she heard the second baptism.

When ordinary Babel believers convert to religion, the priests of each parish will preside over the baptism in person.

Such moves tend to be mild, with form over substance.

Even if you don't believe in religion for a while and want to come back, the pastor will generously extend friendly hands. For everyone who joins the religion, it doesn't matter how many times, as long as you choose to join, it is a sign of soul evolution.

This point is a bit like the ancient oriental proverb on the old earth, "put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately".

But for true religious insiders, a second baptism is not something honorable and lighthearted.

The person who received the second baptism is either out of touch with religion for a period of time like George, and his loyalty needs to be re-examined; or it is a once-fallen person like Marta. Re-express the respect for the Lord God of the Tower of Babel.

Such baptisms are often accompanied by physical tests and spiritual pressure.

There are not a few people who failed to pass the second baptism and died directly in the temple.

All in all, not an easy memory, even for Marta.

"..." Her voice trembled, "Passed?"

"Passed."

Inhale, exhale.

Marta mustered up a lot of courage before asking, seemingly unintentionally, "Mission completed?"

Ahan said, "No, it failed."

"He said that the target of the mission didn't realize what he had obtained, but because he came out of the Almy planet, whether it is escape and anti-tracking, offensive capabilities, and interrogation methods are very good."

Ahan told all the news he had heard: "He was just picked out at random, and they wanted to kill George after they didn't find anything from torture, but they were hunted down by another wave of people, and they were arrested in the place where George was detained." The overnight bombing was a situation where death was inevitable, but who would have thought that George would be fatal and survived."

"Another wave of people hunting down?" Marta frowned.

"It's the companion with the target, that red eye caused it."

Marta suddenly said: "Angel the dead thorn."

Thinking about it, it is true that the non-sustaining guest is a hired murderer. According to normal logic, it is easy to take over the enemy.

Besides, according to Death Thorn's bad temper, he wanted to let the whole world know that he did something. Even if the previous enemies didn't come to him, it would inevitably not cause new troubles.

It was only reasonable that George escaped because of this incident.

"Furthermore, they were not isolated and helpless in the local area. Some people did see the intervention of an unknown force on the other side... But I'm not sure if it's an enemy or a friend. After all, someone saw your little lover draw a gun at a third party. .”

When Ahan said "little lover", Marta glanced coldly and moved her lips. She wanted to say something, but she held back in the end.

Ah Rare was not surprised by Marta's reaction. He smiled at Marta, and his bloodthirsty red eyes stared straight at Marta, as if they could penetrate people's hearts.

He said, "You actually know his mission, don't you?"

"The Seed of Seloise is on your old lover... no, it's on your current lover, she escaped safely, you must be very happy?"

Marta didn't turn her head back, and the eyes of the dead deer reflected her expressionless expression: "Are you doubting the results of Archbishop Sartre's second baptism?"

Ahan obviously did not expect that he would be defeated by Marta, he smiled gently: "How could it be?"

"Then you'd better not make such jokes."

Marta bent down, held the dead deer upside down in her hand, and said coldly, "If possible..."

With the other hand, she pulled out a short dagger from her waist, and the tip of the knife plunged into Xuelu's eyes, and her shadow reflected in the clear pupils of the beast instantly shattered.

"I wish I could kill her myself."

Ahan said indifferently: "If you want, as your responsible person, I may be able to say a few good words for you in front of the archbishop."

Marta didn't answer directly. She handed the deer with the dagger in front of Ahan, and warmly invited: "The meat quality of this kind of snow deer is very good. I'm going to make roast venison to eat tonight. Do you want to join us after voting?"

"Then this is also given to you."

Ahan stuck the long-billed bird on the zigzag horns of the dead deer, without the slightest psychological burden of commanding others, patted the snow particles on his hands, put on his gloves slowly, turned and left: "I am looking forward to your craftsmanship, see you tonight."

"see you tonight."

Marta nodded lightly, watching Ahan's back gradually recede and become smaller until it disappeared on the edge of the white curtain.

It was only then that Ahan's previous proposal resounded in his mind:

"If you insist..."

She glanced at the dead deer's eyes again, the brilliance inside completely gone after being broken by the point of the knife, twisting Marta's reflection into a mutilated monster.

At that moment, Marta saw the shadow of herself after her fall and before her new life.

***

Angel did, as she promised, give Louis an unforgettable and unique New Year.

The intemperance it exhibits completely blurs the boundaries between day and night.

Louie woke up from the bed, and found that Angor was wrapped around him like a snake, with one hand across his waistline, and his feet were restlessly entangled with Louis's legs, and the room was full of lewdness. breath.

She calmly looked at Angor's unsuspecting side face, and her brain started working at high speed the moment she woke up.

Louie dullly felt that this should not be the case.

too fast.

Everything is moving too fast.

The process and steps of free love written in textbooks seem to no longer exist. Like the appearance on the 13th, Angel completely broke her understanding of the world.

They even skipped the process of getting to know each other directly and started directly from the last step.

Lu Yi had to admit that her emotions hadn't sunk, but her body had already gotten used to enjoying this kind of unknown pleasure.

Thin sunlight poured in from the window, and Louis belatedly recalled the madness of these consecutive days.

Louie narrowed his eyes, and suddenly remembered that in the middle of the New Year's Eve last night, Angel rented a civilian starship in advance, stretched it into the air in the evening, and then switched the mode of the starship to a single-sided transparent mode.

That is to say, the inside cannot be seen from the outside, but people inside can see the outside of the ship in all directions without blind spots.

It's like being in the universe.

Angel didn't even know where he got rose petals and champagne, which filled the bedroom of the two of them.

In the quiet night, when darkness fell heavily, Angel stared at the time and took a sip of champagne a second before the New Year's Eve. His cheeks and eyes were tender red.

bang.

Intensive meteor shower and fireworks feast come at the same time.

That is the largest meteor shower celebration hosted by the government in the whole universe every year.

At the moment of New Year's Eve, countless fine meteorite fragments rubbed against the atmosphere, burned up, cut red or silver arcs, and together with the fireworks in the planet, illuminated the entire starry sky.

There is light falling from the universe.

Angel was half wearing a silk nightdress, and the belt had already half pushed and half slid down to her shoulders, and her white skin was imprinted with a magnificent pink in the twinkling of the meteor shower.

She tiptoed to kiss Louie's lips earnestly, and the mellow taste of wine suddenly exploded in her mouth.

"Happy New Years, Louie."

"I love you."

The sound was covered by rapid breathing.

Lui's eyes were gloomy, and she quickly embraced Angel's neck. The red wine on the window sill was opened in her hand, and the bottle was turned around, so that the precious red wine that countless people could only dream of drenched Angor. pajamas.

The wine glides over the lips, the neck, the lock country, and soaks into the skirt of the clothes.

The white tailored shirts and nightdresses with lace trims were all soaked in red wine, and they were tightly attached to their smooth and delicate skin.

The useless wine bottle slipped to the ground at some point, and just landed on the outside of the carpet, making a crisp sound of falling apart.

Like the nerves in the brain, it suddenly collapsed.

When Louie's kiss fell on Angel's chest along the wine stains, she clearly heard the little lunatic's smirk:

"Lui..."

The tone is one part drunk, two parts playful, and seven parts desire.

"It turns out you're even crazier than me."

Louis took a small bite, and the extreme stimulation caused Angel to scream immediately.

When the desire was at its strongest, Louis stopped on purpose, and even pulled a little distance away.

Angel opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Louis putting himself on his lap, looking at her without blinking.

Angor felt a little breathless, the meteor was above his head, the starry sky was around, and the fireworks were under his feet.

Lu Yi stared at her intently, his black eyes sparkled with thousands of sparks.

The heat of the raging flames crackled and exploded in the vast universe, billions of stars cast sacrificial rays of light, and the strong smell of wine seemed to intoxicate the entire galaxy.

She felt a little drunk, and after a long time, she hummed softly from her throat, "Mmm".

"Happy New Year."

"Angel."

Then ride the wind and waves and go forward.

From the mid-air to the ground, from the bathroom to the bed, as long as there is a place where people can stand, they can capture the scene anytime and anywhere.

Those who closed the curtains, those who closed the curtains, those who turned on the lights, those who turned off the lights, those who screamed, and those who were silent.

Lu Yi clutched her heart and did it so many times, the only thing that impressed her most was the first time.

I love you.

Plop - plop - plop.

She repeated these three words in her mind over and over again, feeling a little unbelievable.

Angel had told her so many times of irrelevant love, only this time, every time he thought about it, his heartbeat would involuntarily speed up.

Puff, puff, puff.

When the stars twinkle, the entire universe resonates with it.

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