Therapy Planet No. 13

"what happened to you?"

Hearing He Xiangbin's abnormality, Locke asked casually without raising his head, "Have you caught a cold?"

He Xiangbin in a "standard" laboratory.

Speaking of standards, all the experimental equipment that should be available is readily available; if it is not standard, all the walls on all sides are made of glass cabinet doors. There are countless cabinets with colorful bottles and jars, and in front of it is a jar of nutritional supplements. , there may be a large jar of preservatives on the right, and there may be one or two viscera or brains dissected from an unknown organism.

As for the operating table and desk, there are piles and piles of strange-looking things, from alien creatures in petri dishes, to knives and forks scattered after eating staple food, from dried blood to hardened meatballs, There are only collocations that you can't think of, and there is no combination that you can't see.

However, in such an environment, there is no peculiar smell at all, and there is even a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.

"... How long has it been since you let a housekeeping robot come in and clean?"

He Xiangbin paused for a while, then pulled out a chair from the pile of clothes, frowned and removed the things on it, hesitating for a while, not knowing where to put it.

In front of him, Locke was facing a giant petri dish with his back facing him, and he didn't know what he was fiddled with. In short, the purple-black solution in the glass bottle looked unpleasant.

"Throw it here."

Locke seemed to have eyes behind him. After dripping a few drops of the test tube, he opened a cabinet door, and the thermometer between the glass walls went up a few numbers.

The control of temperature in the laboratory is also very important, not to mention single digits, even tens of decimal places can be monitored now.

Open the cabinet door, it is an incinerator.

The raging flames seemed to be salivating at the pile of dirty clothes in He Xiangbin's hands.

He Xiangbin: "..."

What a waste.

He looked at Locke with complicated emotions, thinking how frugal and clean he was when he had limited resources when he was on the 13th. He didn't expect that after joining the Freedom Alliance, he would start to waste extravagantly.

Should it be said that this is the exposure of the nature of the otaku, or the corruption distorted by capital?

"Anyway, they don't lack this little money, and I don't bother to do laundry, just have someone deliver the newly synthesized ones every day." Seeing that He Xiangbin hadn't done anything for a long time, Locke explained in a good-tempered manner.

He Xiangbin shrugged, rolled up a bunch of white coats and threw them into the fire: "It seems that you are doing well here."

Locke pursed his lips, carefully put away the petri dish in front of him, scratched his hair, and said with a half smile: "Heh."

He Xiangbin noticed that Locke's meticulously short hair had grown past his ears, and it was obvious that he hadn't taken care of it for a long time.

Locke's hands never stopped, and He Xiangbin knew that he was busy, but his patience was always good, so he watched Locke take out a certain brain soaked in nutrient solution from the glass cabinet again, Hold the electrode sheet and stick it left and right, and immediately, a series of incomprehensible astronomical data appears on the computer screen.

There was another crackling sound.

After a while, Locke stopped typing on the keyboard, leaned heavily on the back of the chair and let out a long sigh of relief, pinching the bridge of his nose between his eyes, his tense body finally relaxed.

Just as He Xiangbin was about to speak, Locke pressed the combination lock of the right-hand drawer, grabbed a handful of lollipops from it, tore off the package, stuffed them into his mouth, and threw a few to He Xiangbin, vaguely He said: "If you don't have anything to go to the Three Treasures Hall, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?" He Xiangbin smiled gently.

"Come on, I don't know you yet—in the past, you wanted to kill me as soon as I looked for dawn."

Locke rolled his eyes: "What can a wolf in sheep's clothing say."

He twisted his neck, the long-term desk work made his muscles a little stiff, he poked his head to look behind the half-hidden door, but found no one there, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

"Where's Jessica? She didn't come with you?"

"She was called away by Lui and Angel." He Xiangbin didn't intend to hide this matter.

With a crisp sound of "crunch", the hard candy shattered into two pieces in his mouth.

Locke was not surprised at all: "Tsk, it seems that the two of them are planning to intervene-what about you? Are you here to submit the certificate?"

He Xiangbin keenly grasped the loopholes in Locke's language: "Intervene? Intervene for what?"

Locke sneered, with a lollipop in his mouth, turned around with the chair, squinted his eyes and stared at He Xiangbin: "The atmosphere here is already tense, can't you feel it?"

"War..." He Xiangbin pondered for a while, then quickly realized.

He shook his head lightly, without making any comments on the situation: "You also intervened?"

After hearing this, Locke sneered exaggeratedly: "Are you kidding me?"

He stretched out his hand and pulled the electronic badge embedded in his white coat - this is the authority card certificate inside the Liberty Alliance. Of course, some necessary confidential passages cannot be entered by just anyone.

Electronic nameplates, iris scans, and when necessary, even genetic testing are indispensable.

"I don't even look at what group of idiots' money I'm burning now!"

"No, I have no intention of joining the Freedom Alliance." He Xiangbin was firm, "I'm here to ask you for a favor."

Locke crossed his legs, didn't listen to the content, and threw out two words lightly: "No help."

The expected answer.

He Xiangbin picked up a lollipop, and unwrapped the candy wrapper, revealing the mint-flavored candy inside.

Crystal clear, the appearance of a comet is surrounded by a hazy blue-yellow color.

He whispered three words, successfully making Locke's wicked smile freeze on his face: "Save Liming."

Locke originally thought that he had completely severed his relationship with that ghost place. In fact, after parting ways, he did not think about the past for a long time.

All his attention was occupied by the problems in front of him, and he couldn't spare any extra energy to focus on the past.

In other words, he was deliberately avoiding the past.

But He Xiangbin's three light words instantly made that annoying little devil appear in front of his eyes.

Guardian and ward, observer and observed, object of hatred and object of hatred.

Locke didn't even realize that he was the one who brought Dawn to the habit of eating sugar in the first place.

"I know you don't read the news at all."

He Xiangbin held the lollipop and didn't put it in his mouth at all, as if he was holding Liming's life in his hand. He fixedly looked at Locke and said, "Liming is in Sanxingdui. Do you want to help or not?"

Locke's blood froze when he heard "Dawn", but after hearing "Sanxingdui", he froze in place.

People who have been on the 13th for so long have never been stupid, as long as they calm down and sort it out carefully, they can sort out the reasons and sequence.

Liming was left on the Almy planet at the beginning, and Locke knew the importance of such experimental materials for researchers—even if everyone else died, Liming might not die before them. On the contrary, whether it is life or treatment, They will not embarrass an experimental subject with almost no attack power.

This is why Locke can sit in the Liberty League with peace of mind.

But now He Xiangbin suddenly told him that Liming is not in the Almi star, but in the Sanxingdui of the Federation. There is only one reason-that is, the leader of this experiment must be the Federation government.

"I just do not understand."

Locke thought for a while, got up suddenly with a lollipop in his mouth, and the corner of his white coat brought the empty glass on the low table beside him to the ground, and it instantly fell apart.

"Is this group of people overwhelmed? Why do they like to control people so much? Can't they live if they don't control people?"

Locke walked to a corner and scanned a camera in the center of the balance with the badge on his clothes.

Immediately, the corner of the wall suddenly shook from left to right, revealing a circular camera the size of a thumb.

He squatted down, scanned the left and right irises one by one, finally bit open the wood, dripped a drop of blood on the touchpad, and the red liquid evaporated instantly.

In the end, Locke carefully let go of his mental net to wrap the entire camera. There is a special docking program hidden in it. There are only three people who can match the spiritual net-the researcher Locke, the person in charge Boyd, and the captain Lucas.

Layers of blockades were removed, finally revealing an unpretentious small table.

The white round platform is fixed on the ground with three fulcrums, and there is an incubator on it. The transparent outer wall allows He Xiangbin to easily see what's inside.

Oval, white, about the size of a fingernail.

"This is……"

This level of confidentiality alone tells He Xiangbin that this thing is very, very, very important.

He can be sure that he has not seen this thing with his own eyes.

But that doesn't mean he can't figure it out.

He Xiangbin has always been very sensitive to news. Before he left, he heard from Angel that the Liberty Alliance seemed to have negotiated with the Zerg, and the large number of miscellaneous books he read also gave him a lot of knowledge about non-human things.

"Queen egg."

Locke nodded, affirming He Xiangbin's guess.

He gestured at the size of the queen's egg from a distance: "I didn't expect the Zerg to have such a big body, and the queen's egg they laid was actually such a small one."

Like peanuts, it is hard to imagine that the creatures hatched inside will become a moving castle in the future.

"They want to control the Zerg, and the best way to do that is to control the queen."

Locke touched the tip of his nose: "Even if the queen is educated after hatching, the effect of domestication is limited-this Sanxingdui has done many years ago..."

"So they want to attack before hatching?" He Xiangbin gasped.

Locke spread his hands: "This is my job, whether it's medicine, or using the mental stimulation net like on the 13th... It can be regarded as returning to my old job."

He pointed to the screen on the side: "I have tried many methods, and recently I even thought about simply editing the instructions in the program and uploading it to the spirit network... But no matter how I do it, I will always go back to the same core problem."

He mouthed, but made no sound.

He Xiangbin read the horrifying truth from it:

How, control, psychic web.

He let out a sinister smile: "Thinking about it this way, I'm quite specific... It's nothing more than changing the subject of the experiment from humans to Zergs."

Only then did He Xiangbin understand what Locke's complaint was about.

Both the federation and the alliance are doing the same job.

Thought control.

"Even if it's for the bottleneck period of the experiment... How do you want me to help you?" Locke changed the subject, "But I'll put my ugly words in front, and that's all I know."

He Xiangbin quickly organized his thoughts after a brief shock, and finally turned his gaze to the screen: "You just said, what are you editing?"

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Divanketi that Louie had mentioned.

That monster seems to have this name.

——Prisoner of Divanketi—

All along, he seemed to have deliberately ignored an obvious fact.

When it comes to thought control, religion is undoubtedly the most worthy of research and reference.

Before, he always thought that Babel belonged to the Federation, but you must know that this religion has existed for much longer than the Federation.

That being the case, what role does religion, or the Tower of Babel, play in it?