Therapy Planet No. 13

"...The following is a breaking news...According to the news from the frontline reporters, the Federal Minister of Commerce, a well-known dove leader, Mr. Joshua Senator, was in the Central Cordiru at 9:52 this morning. He was attacked by interstellar pirates when he was conducting inspection work in the Sri Lanka galaxy, and unfortunately died on the spot."

The voices blare from the old television.

Angel stared at the TV screen in front of him with a swaying expression, breathing inaudibly, and blinking his eyes occasionally.

Her clothes are in good condition, and even because of the complete household appliances in the house, the cleaning robot will regularly clean her body and change her clothes.Outwardly, she was intact, even too quiet.

If it weren't for the occasional movements like blinking or breathing up and down, she could easily be mistaken for a corpse.

The mental torture has lasted for more than three months.

Angel once felt that he might die here.

But Marta, as if on purpose, gave her a shot in the arm every time she was on the brink of death.

This potion was similar to the quick recovery potion she had used before. It was mainly to save life at critical moments, and the price was astonishing. They could subtly consume long vitality and short judgment.

Angel was already used to the feeling of using blood to slowly heat up this pair of cold intruders, flowing through the heart.

She could feel the god of death dragging his sickle through the densely packed blood vessels, and every time he passed through the heart, he would use the sharp sickle to scratch across his heart, and then raised his hand suddenly with a swipe, telling her that death had not yet come.

Death had not yet come.

not today.

Maybe it's tomorrow.

Angel was trying to gather his thoughts from the laxity.

Or rather, the voice on the news had managed to pull her back from the cliff.

"Don't you feel conflicted?"

dong dong dong.

She could hear her heart beating wildly at an abnormal rate.

"On the one hand, he continued my life trying to get the news out of my mouth, and on the other hand, he gave me this kind of insane drug..."

Angor was short of breath: "What if I can't stand it and tell you false information?"

Marta pulls the needle |out|out of Angel's skin.

She hasn't been in the sun for a long time, and her already fair skin is even more veined now.

It looks like a broken doll, with exquisite workmanship and a beautiful appearance, but the stuffing inside is indeed a bunch of poor-quality black and green cotton wool, which may be exposed and damaged at any time.

"Isn't this crazy?"

Marta carefully dipped a cotton ball in alcohol to disinfect Angor, "I'm curious, after so long, why you would rather not say a word than tell me false information."

"Maybe I really believe it."

When she said this, her expression was calm and her tone was indifferent.

It seemed that Angel would really believe no matter what she said.

Angor sneered.

"The following is a video taken by eyewitnesses..."

She refocused her eyes on the screen.

Because of the remote location, it has nothing to do with the "latest technology". Su Xietian simply built a hotel with the style of the old earth era, leading tourists to experience the life style of the old earth era in a variety of immersive ways.

So that all the decorations and utensils here, without affecting the experience of modern life, are published in all directions to ancient times.

There was an explosion on the screen.

The photographer was not too close to the explosion site, so he probably controlled the shooting distance function of the personal terminal.

I don't know what happened at the explosion point. I can only see a group of people evacuating from the explosion point quickly. The clothes are unknown, but they are well-trained and enthusiastic. Netizens quickly recognized that the retreating queue is a guerrilla formation commonly used by interstellar pirates.

Zoom in.

Two charred, mutilated corpses emerged—not so much corpses—more like pieces of flesh.

The explosion was too violent, logically speaking, even the corpses could not be left behind.

But the two victims were obviously hiding under some kind of shelter, and they were still a little mutilated.

Just right for genetic testing.

"...the accompanying team of forensic experts quickly conducted genetic testing... After preliminary identification, the victim was identified as Senator Joe."

"Where's the other one?" asked the host who was connected to the live reporter.

"...Based on a genetic match...it's Boyd."

The reporter paused, and then said, "As we all know, this is a general of Interstellar Pirates."

As soon as the news came out, the universe was in an uproar.

"Ah."

Marta looked at it and laughed.

Boyd was killed by Lucas during the meeting with Ahan, which she witnessed with her own eyes.

The federal government is lying.

"What did you do?" Angel asked with his remaining rationality.

After asking, she regretted it.

Marta cut off the nearby signal tower, and all connections with the outside world were cut off.

The maintenance personnel sent to overhaul came to kill one by one, but in order to keep the information input, she acquiesced to the nearest maintenance personnel to restore part of the official media signal.

During this period, Marta neither contacted Almi, nor Lucas, nor Ahan.

No matter how you look at it, they are rebellious and independent.

Even if it was taught by the Tower of Babel, how would she know?

Counterfeit medicine harms people.

Angel thought with a gloomy expression.

Marta stared at the screen without answering directly: "No matter who did it, the purpose is very clear."

"Preliminary judgment, it should be that the battle situation is stalemate, and the pirates want to make some big moves... But for some reason, they also brought one of their own generals into it."

The program team quickly contacted so-called experts for analysis:

"However, it is said that White Shark and his assistant Boyd have gradually disagreed during this period, so it is not ruled out that Lucas wants to use this to kill two birds with one stone and wipe out all political enemies and opponents."

……

Public opinion is leading the behind-the-scenes driving force to Lucas.

"Hello!" Angor leaned on the chair and yelled lazily, "I'm thirsty, I want to drink water."

Her ability to move has been restricted, so tossing Marta has become one of the few pleasures in her life.

Marta took a glass of water and walked towards Angel.

"If you dare to throw me a face again, I will tell Lui that you abused me."

Angel successfully stopped Marta's small movements.

"What did you say?"

"I've been in touch with Lui for more than an hour. If you talk to me again, I'll let Lui come out and bite you to death!"

Is this closing the door and letting the dogs go?

The speechlessness in Marta's heart was covered by surprise, she looked around subconsciously, but found no trace of anyone, her face sank: "There is no one here, don't try to lie to me."

Lui was captured by Suzaku.

What no one means is that she hasn't escaped yet.

"...Didn't you always want to know the password of Sirlois?"

Angel looked at Marta jokingly: "Did you know? People who love each other don't need face-to-face communication—even if we are far apart, we can live and die together."

"make it clear."

"Hey, me, drink, water."

When Angel said this, his tone was condescending again.

Marta wanted to put her head in the bucket.

On the other side, those who saw the news were the amphitheater and others hidden outside the domain.

"She was actually right."

Yue Ge looked at the news report in surprise, and said to Zong Shili next to him, "Is that kid's IQ going against the sky? Can you guess the plot of this kind of political murder? Even the whereabouts of Boyd's body is right." gone?"

Zong Shili just watched the news and didn't speak.

The bright light from the screen obscured her face.

It doesn't matter what the host is talking about, Zong Shili's mind is full of what she said at the dinner table the day he just met Liming.

Liming bit the straw in the ice-cola, said while drinking:

"The Church of Babel occupies at least half of the seats in the Senate... I even suspect that there are no so-called hawks and doves at all, only believers and non-believers."

"Impossible. All congressmen must pass a strict political identity test before entering the political arena. At least three generations have been traced back, and the proportion of religious believers is only controlled at one-fifth." Zong Shili retorted instinctively.

Now the average life expectancy is high, and if all three generations live long, they can almost span the millennium.

"I know that you don't believe me when I say this. After all, the evidence is limited now and I can't convince anyone."

Li Ming has an indifferent attitude: "But if you choose to believe it, if you want to figure it out, you—including our Freedom Alliance's goal—are no longer the Federation."

"It's the tower."

"The amphitheater will not join any political camp." Zong Shili reiterated his position dissatisfied, "We are just clarifying the truth that we are interested in. That's all."

Li Ming was unmoved at all, and continued: "And if the goal of the tower is followed, then everyone—you who are in the media must be the first to bear the brunt—would be worse than death."

The coke bottomed out, and the sound from the straw was intermittent.

Li Ming shook the cup in his hand, and the ice cubes inside collided with each other, hitting everyone's eardrums.

Dongyang felt that Liming, a master at creating an atmosphere, had a talent for telling horror stories.

"For you, there is nothing more terrifying than losing your voice?"

Liming looked at Zong Shili seriously.

"Join, or not join. You decide."

"What does it mean to lose your voice?" Zong Shili frowned.

She faintly felt that this was a bad thing, and an indescribable fear crept into her heart quietly.

"If you don't make it clear, I won't stand in line rashly."

Another meaning of not rashly standing in line is to stand in line cautiously.

The core is standing in line.

Zong Shili was shaking.

"As I mentioned before, the research motif of Sanxingdui is very large. It has also been reported in the news, and the name is - the great return."

pat.

The ice cubes shattered.

The great return, Zong Shili still remembers that the official explanation in the news is "let the beautiful world of peaceful coexistence return to the universe".

A chill jumped from the mouth of the cup to her ankles, rationality told Zong Shili that it might be ice shards, but the place where she touched still gave her a shiver, numbness, itching, and panic.

"If you still remember the teachings of the Tower of Babel, you may be able to guess something."

Eliminate language differences, build a tower that reaches the sky, and finally talk to God, reach the temple, and call for the true God.

"War is just a means of carrying out human experiments... No, not just war, the entire universe, if you carefully observe the survival modes of different star fields, it is a light version of the experiment on Planet 13."

Li Ming put it categorically: "War is the best natural laboratory. It is vast, diverse, open and aboveboard, but it is naturally hidden from people's eyes and ears."

"Anyone who stands in the way of war becomes a stumbling block."

And stumbling blocks must be removed.

Liming knocked down the cup, and the melted ice cubes rolled down on the table, spinning like dice thrown by the god of fate.

"The role of the Federation may be a helper, a puppet, or even a pawn."

Liming saw Zong Shili's hesitant eyes, and smiled slightly: "You are doubting, it's normal. Uncle Tang will be more than happy to provide you with a place to stay until he comes up with an answer."

"Boyd is dead, and Uncle Tang and Dove Faction will definitely become the new driving force in the battle. You can see if religion will make a move by then."

During the three talks, the number of missionaries in the central Cordirus galaxy increased day by day.

For the fourth meeting, there are already row upon row of churches near the meeting place.

Liming's call request came from Dongyang's personal terminal.

She opened it, and the signal on the other side was not very good, but Li Ming could still hear a chuckle amidst the sizzling current:

"you lose."

The author has something to say: Ah, I really want to stand in the cp of Marta x Angel's Cult.

Let me declare that this article will not be changed without affecting the exposure. That is to say, I will not change it if I am not notified of the rectification. Even if it is changed, if the core idea is involved, then this article will be honest It’s no different from being removed from the shelves. It can’t be changed () to the point where it’s irreversible. It’s probably locked when it’s locked, or you can end orz at will. But again, the title of this article was changed to "No. I Show", it can be regarded as performance art to some extent (x)

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In addition, I would like to reassure everyone, this article is so cold that it is dead, I counted, and it should be no more than [-] updates every other day. so...

The bosses will not care about us at all, everyone should eat and drink, small scene, hold on (x)

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