Therapy Planet No. 13

"Arrogance!"

After listening to He Xiangbin's analysis, Locke raised his eyebrows and said dismissively.

"Isn't all magic sticks like this? They always want to create a real end of the world, or just jump out at the end of the world and declare that religious belief is the only relief."

Locke said with an expression well versed in religious routines: "Who knows what agreement was reached between the broken tower and the Federation? Let me tell you, both sides are very arrogant, and the Federation thinks this matter can be handled by itself-although it is true The public opinion has been suppressed, but the Tower of Babel is not thinking that if the Federation cannot do a clean job, it will have to ask it in the end? Unexpectedly, the Federation's wings are hardened, and it actually flies solo!"

Gong Qi looked at Locke with a shocked face: "May I take the liberty to ask you... what exactly do you do?"

Isn't the person walking by his side a quack doctor obsessed with anatomy?

This kind of lunatic usually only focuses on the experiment at hand, why is he so sensitive to politics? !

Liming is surrounded by a group of people!

"doctor."

Locke thought about this question seriously: "At least it was and is now."

Worker Seven: "..."

"But I can't guarantee that I will still be after this vote."

Locke's words were extremely rigorous, but his tone was always half-joking: "Maybe tomorrow I will become a vagrant."

He shrugged and muttered, "You will have to be responsible for my daily expenses by then."

He Xiangbin pointed out sarcastically, "It's as if we forced you to do this."

"But you are the ones who proposed to come with me." Locke bluntly blamed himself, "I didn't take the initiative to speak up."

He Xiangbin said, "But you didn't refuse."

"……Humph!"

Locke strode forward, the hem of the white coat that was almost dragged to the ground swayed back and forth, and made a rare, continuous sound in a silent space, breaking away a trace of dull silence.

This is a no-man's land that is difficult to locate on the star map.

Since there are no minerals and no aborigines, the natural environment is quite harsh. Before being discovered by the space fleet, there were no people in this place.

Naturally, such a place would not be sought after by navigators and explorers, and even after the Federation was established, it was too late to attract official attention.

This kind of place can only be targeted under one circumstance - becoming the secret base of a certain force.

It's a pity that this star field is so high that the emperor is far away, and even outside the region, it does not belong to the jurisdiction of the Federation. In such a vast universe, even if the Federation intends to investigate the forces outside the region, it will not be able to cover everything.After this territory successfully fell to the place where the interstellar pirates belonged, the surrounding area immediately stepped up efforts to set up a signal shielding system, completely "independent".

If ordinary people break into this planet by mistake, they will definitely find that this place is deserted, so they immediately turn around.

But at this time, Locke and his group were walking in the vast desert, walking steadily, without any hesitation in direction.

"Stop pretending, don't you want to see what happens when the two of them get together?"

He Xiangbin sneered, his arms firmly wrapped around Li Ming.

Gong Qi's wound didn't hurt any internal organs, except for the skin wound on the back, the others were hit on the mechanical limbs.

Although Locke is not a pilot, but fortunately, the mechanical body is infinitely imitated by the human body structure. He browsed around the star network, bought a lot of jingling parts, and insisted on repairing it himself.

Gong Qi’s response to this was: “Is it true that we don’t have a qualified mechanic in our team?”

Locke sneered: "Don't say qualified, none of us went to college."

Gong Qi: "..." Well, he underestimated the closedness of No. 13.

Although Locke successfully adjusted Gong Qi's limbs, he was not very clever when reassembling them - after all, Locke had done anatomy before, and he still lacked the skill to sew things together - so that Gong Qi is now Can move, but still need time to wait for the automatic repair of cells and the connection point of mechanical limbs.

Therefore, the task of moving Liming naturally fell on He Xiangbin.

"However, it's been several days... After so long, Dawn still hasn't responded at all, so there won't be any accidents, right?"

He Xiangbin hugged Li Ming into his arms, and looked at her weak face worriedly.

Her overall body color is light, silver-white hair, overly white skin color that has not been exposed to the sun for many years, light blue blood vessels are clearly visible under the thin skin, and she is light and fluffy in her arms, like a feather The same, can be blown away by the dust storm on this planet at any time.

With his eyes closed and his brows slightly frowned, he seemed to be having an extremely bad nightmare in his sleep—and this nightmare, just as Bin mentioned, began after Locke tried to escape the two from Sanxingdui. , I never woke up.

"If you want me to say that you have become a vegetable, you might as well."

Locke can't spit ivory out of his mouth.

He took the lead, stopped in front of a dead tree, reached into the tree hole, and tapped his fingers lightly. The built-in fingerprint genetic lock automatically sensed that someone was approaching, revealing the sensing system inside.

After the blue light scanned, the dead tree split open automatically in front of them, revealing the bottom under the roots, and a dark hole was fully displayed in their eyes.

This is an underground tunnel.

clack.

Locke took out the electro-optical device that he carried with him-even after the technology has passed for so long, this portable lighting device is nothing more than the evolution from kerosene lamps to flashlights and then to the popular "light beads".

The small lighting equipment is embedded with a linked spiritual network device, like a mech that can be recombined after particleization, floating around the user's side around the spiritual network.

Bring a few more, and it looks like a larger firefly from a distance.

"Don't stare at me like that, I didn't curse her to death."

Locke glanced sideways at his murderous Gongqi, shrugged his shoulders with an innocent expression: "I'm analyzing this purely from a doctor's point of view."

Firefly-like lights shuttled around a group of people, clearly illuminating the surrounding scenes within ten meters.

A fist-sized bead of light rushed in front of Locke, he bounced it off indifferently, and said: "Look, even if I control this thing now, I still need the control of the mental network. Generally speaking, humans with a mental threshold of more than 1—— Of course, now basically when a human being is born, or a little later, after one year of age, the human spiritual threshold can grow to this standard. Based on this most basic spiritual power that everyone has, the Federation developed the star network."

"Traditionally speaking, when we mention the use of mental power, we generally only think of the use of large-scale machinery such as mechs. But in fact, we often ignore things such as linking the star network and controlling light beads...these are the most basic things. The consumption of life skills—although these things don’t consume much mental energy, don’t forget that the spiritual network is the only basis for the survival of modern humans.”

"In Liming's situation, assimilating others and instilling thoughts is equivalent to burdening the consumption of multiple people. Don't say that this is almost impossible in history. No matter how strong her mental power is, assimilating a person can only be said to be impossible. Reluctantly, not to mention that when I was in Sanxingdui, I had to bear the burden of... oh, the assimilation of that boy named Jurek."

"And we don't fully understand how this assimilation works or what the consequences are."

Locke glanced at Dawn, who was still in a coma: "—But now we can see one thing, that is, the casualties of the assimilated body will be damaged to a certain extent by the spiritual network of the main body. As for the proportion of it, Then you have to slowly 'observe'."

He paused, showing a thoughtful expression: "It's best to backfire a few more times."

"You!" Gong Qi was anxious.

Locke: "I'm only responsible for exploring science, not for moral construction... What's more, it's good for this kid to figure out the specific data. At least it's better than the current passive state."

I don't know why, but Locke just glanced at him lightly, but Gong Qi felt that the sarcasm in his eyes was not weaker than Riley's lethality.

The most important thing is that Gongqi actually felt that what Locke said made some sense.

Gong Qi muttered: "Then you can't let Liming come... Can you collect data and replace it with someone else?"

"congratulations."

Locke snickered and stopped in front of a closed secret door.

Judging from the surface of the material, there is almost no gap in the fit. Even a layman like Gongqi can see that it is valuable, and he does not know which secret material came out of it from which laboratory.

"Congratulations... what?" Gong Qi was at a loss.

Locke turned to look at him, and said with a normal expression: "Congratulations, you have finally officially joined our camp."

Worker Seven: "?"

Locke hooked his lips contemptuously: "When you start to avoid the possibility of encountering danger and pass this danger on to other groups, you have half-footed into the immoral camp."

It is easy for human beings to have a kind of thinking, that is, "why".

Many people are used to asking "why is it me" in front of unsatisfactory people, and at the same time they will unconsciously think "why not him"?And few people would think "why not me"?

When this thought is acted upon, pain spreads like this.

He put his hand on the door panel, and the dark blue light emanated faintly, like a school of fish in the deep sea, rippling in the silent silence.

The door automatically shrunk to both sides to a gap that only allowed one person to pass sideways.

Locke cleared his throat, ignored Gong Qi and He Xiangbin's hesitant eyes behind him, and got in first.

He straightened his collar, looked handsome, and bent over 30° in a classic etiquette gesture.

"Your Majesty, I have brought you a new guest today, and I wish you well."

The author has something to say: I am trying to adapt to the new life schedule...Let me take time to find the balance again...