Therapy Planet No. 13

The starry night in the capital, which no one cares about, just ushered in the early winter.

In this quiet and silent night, the automatic induction fireplace in the study leaped into flames with a bang.

Light snow began to drift outside the window.

Rhodes stood in front of the window, Sidao in his arms woke up and fell asleep, yawned and stretched countless times in his arms.

During this period, he was as motionless as a plant.

Even breathing is shallower than the sound of snowflakes pressing on the treetops.

After an unknown amount of time, Riley's communication box popped up on the desk.

The huge mental power covered the past, like a stormy sea rolled up, but it only lifted a corner.

Riley's voice came from inside: "We blocked all escape routes, but Louie..."

She paused for a moment, then bit her bullet and continued, "...the world has evaporated."

Rhodes didn't respond.

But it was this terrible silence that made Riley unable to resist finding more topics to ease the tension.

She took the initiative to mention that: "The reinforcement soldiers have launched a blanket search, Divankoti has been effectively controlled, and I believe there will be preliminary scan results within an hour."

The small snowdrifts covering the branches outside the window finally couldn't bear the weight and fell down.

Quickly licked up by the flames in the fireplace reflected in the glass.

Riley went on to say: "There have been two incidents of experimental subjects absconding in such a short period of time, I am negligent of duty."

Her lips were slightly pale, and her voice trembled slightly: "I would like to take the blame, please—"

"It's none of your business."

Rhodes interrupted her voice.

"Almi is in charge of the defense system, and I mean the introduction of new troops."

Rhodes said frankly: "I should have thought of it as early as when she said the characteristics of immortality... The characteristics of Silos—indeed, it is beyond our imagination."

This is uncharted territory.

Facing unknown territory, fear and mistakes, is something that cannot be avoided.

Riley fell silent too.

After a long time, she sighed, "Yes, who would have thought of that?"

Who would have thought that Silos actually possessed a spiritual network that gathers and coordinates so many spiritual hackers?

What a terrifying mental threshold is this?

Where is its upper limit?

What kind of consequences will it cause?

Is it shared by all Sillois?

Or is it just a mutation and coincidence of personal ability?

Nobody knows the answer.

In other words, no one rushed to conceive the answer.

If there is no upper limit to this ability...

Riley didn't dare to face Rhode's expression.

She didn't know what Rhodes was planning, but she had done research for him for so many years, and she could more or less guess that Rhodes was not feeling well at this time.

At least this is not the ending Rhodes is happy to see.

How could a man so dedicated to spiritual unity welcome the presence of a threat?

Not to mention that this threat person was once a booster in his eyes to achieve his goals.

A little carelessness can turn assist into resistance.

"Get ready."

Rhodes spoke suddenly.

Riley:?

"I didn't want to start so soon..." Rhodes scratched Fat Orange's head with gentle force: "The absolute loyalty plan, the third stage."

Absolute Loyalty Program, also known as the prelude to the great comeback.

In the first stage, the inside and outside of the Federation were generally unified.

The second stage, taking Digital Planet as an example, is a large-scale social planet scenario experiment.

The third stage……

The rolled up turbulent waves finally hit the sea heavily.

Melt into the unstoppable abyss of the sea.

When he came down from the meeting, the last trace of Joshua's patience was completely wiped out.

So when he was walking back slowly against the wall and noticed a child jumping up beside him, he no longer had much patience to deal with her: "Don't pester me, find someone else to play with."

Dongyang snorted softly from his nasal cavity: "You just swore to join the Freedom Alliance and still think I'm just a 'child'?!"

"It's an announcement, not an oath." Joshua sneered: "Only children would regard cooperation as allegiance."

Dongyang asked: "What about Liming? I think your attitude towards Liming is much better than ours!"

Joshua replied: "She is a monster. I seriously suspect that her silver hair is all juvenile white caused by too much thinking."

Dongyang: "..."

"So, what are you here to convey this time?" Joshua slowed down a bit, "I knew that little devil Li Ming wouldn't let me go."

Dongyang rolled his eyes, but still reluctantly said: "She asked me to invite you to her office, saying that she wanted to confirm the traffic volume of the commercial route. Another thing is—— can you find a way to get it? A batch of weapons and equipment newly researched by Almi?"

She paused, and continued to add: "It would be even better if there is a mecha for one-man combat."

Joshua turned a corner in front and walked towards Liming's office: "Honestly, do you want the last one?"

"Absolutely! Yes! No! Yes!" Dongyang plausibly said, "I'm not that violent!!!"

Joshua changed his words: "Oh, I was wrong, is it the little sentinel in your body who wants it?"

Dongyang's body froze, and after a second, her tone of voice became sharp and haughty: "So what?"

Chichu is online.

Joshua has a headache.

Comparing the cunning naive ghost with the simple second disease, it is obvious - the latter is more lethal to adults.

He shouldn't be teasing these two brats.

"It's my personal request."

Before they knew it, they had reached the door of Liming's office, and Liming's chuckle came from inside.

Strictly speaking, this is not so much an "office" as an "archive".

And the user is not only Liming, but Zong Shili and others more often.

Liming doesn't have her own independent "workplace", but she can wander up to Lucas's main desk and down to the training cabin of Locke, a mad scientist.

It's just that Liming spends every day in Zong Shili's archives recently, so the name of the office came out.

"You?" Joshua was a little surprised.

"Because of a certain bet, now she is my exclusive errand." Li Ming shrugged, and had already prepared a set of detailed cosmic star maps for Joshua, completely ignoring Chi Chu's awkward expression, obviously not wanting to talk about this in depth Topic, "It would be better if you can get it, but compared to this, I still need you to mark it quickly—"

"Where's Lucas? He dumped this on you?"

"He went to a battle meeting. You know, the new weapons brought by Almi in this battle caused us a lot of casualties. And he didn't give me everything—to be precise, it was me and Yuan shape theater."

Except for some secret materials, the entire archive room is a large projection field.

Lights of different colors connect countless clues together to form a huge spider web.

Walking in, the transmission of part of the light was cut off, and countless rays pierced from all directions, which made people subconsciously uncomfortable.

Li Ming sitting inside raised his head, his face was pale, like a ghost, it seemed that it would become transparent at any time in the colorful light, and finally die.

"Sometimes I'm really curious about the upper limit of your mental threshold." Joshua looked at such a huge database in amazement, "After all, I heard that you just came back from Jessica... I heard that she just fainted past."

"Well, it's only a few seconds... After all, she consumes a lot more than me, so I'm just going to help." Li Ming nodded, acquiescing to Joshua's statement, "and Lui said she would go Almi, I quit early to help her open the wormhole... Calculate the time, she should be coming out soon."

Joshua was joking when he heard it, and he began to mark the route on the star map, and said while drawing: "She is going from the Almi galaxy? Then you might as well ask her for a body armor, maybe she can help you get out .”

Liming swears that before she had an in-depth conversation with Joshua, she would never believe that a member of the dove faction who looks so big and thick would like to joke so much!

The contrast is too big!

"Hope." She shrugged, in order not to get entangled in the joke, and continued to answer Joshua's previous question, "Also, Louie said she stole the remaining controller - I know that, Al The one in Mi's hand should be a defective product, and the genuine product should be the one from Sanxingdui... According to the importance of the black hole project, I thought about taking this thing away, but there was no chance. And I hadn't confirmed Sartre at the time. position, I didn’t really want to understand some things, so I temporarily put this idea aside..."

Liming is the only person who has an in-depth understanding of several forces. Joshua feels that there is no third party in the universe who knows more about some details than Liming.

If Liming is telling the truth.

Liming raised his eyes and glanced at Joshua, wondering if he could see through Joshua's concerns: "...Based on the above clues, I think Riley——no, Rhodes and Sartre may make a big move, and that's why I Let you hurry up to determine the reason for the route news."

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

Maybe tomorrow.

It has come to this point, Liming dare not bet on freedom.

She has to be ready.

Joshua hummed, but remained silent for a rare time.

Just as he marked the route of the next star field, suddenly, the entire archive room began to flicker with strange lights.

Intermittently, even the star path began to distort.

At first, one starfield dimmed, then the next one, another, and another...

Like a relay race, the entire cosmic star map disappeared one by one.

Equipment malfunctioning?

Joshua looked towards dawn.

Dawn looked gloomy.

It wasn't long before Lui made the successful transition from the wormhole that Dawn informed. There was a small green dot flashing on the astrolabe, which was Angor's private starship that was scanned.

The communication line between the two starships had just been established, Louie cleared his throat, and before he could speak, a strong and piercing current came from the radio.

From a broken radio to dead white noise, it's just a matter of seconds.

The mental power released by Louis to control the starship felt a dull veil spreading from a certain direction.

This transparent and suffocating power is like a transparent air cover, like a transparent film on all touchable objects.

Although it will not hinder your actions, it will actually cut off a certain connection with the world and interfere with a certain sense.

It didn't take long for Louie to figure out what had been cut off.

"Star Network."

Angor's starship gradually approached, with a serious tone, "They have tampered with Starnet."

Angel frowned: "It's not the kind of complete destruction that destroys the signal tower, it's more like..."

People with a slightly higher mental threshold in the universe can feel that the Star Network not only blocked any communication they sent to the outside world at a certain moment, but also seemed to be faintly carrying out some kind of backflow of information.

This feeling is very uncomfortable, like the feeling that humans breathe through their noses underwater, or the blood flow suddenly retrogrades at a certain moment without dying.

This change doesn't affect life, but it always feels like it affects something else.

Louie instinctively resisted and shielded this kind of "information pouring back".

This method is very simple, as long as your mental power is strong enough, you can build a wall or form a barrier in time to block all these pouring things out of your brain.

"Oops." Li Ming suddenly froze on the spot while killing this backlashing trend, "I know this..."

While she was experimented on countless times, she had a similar experience.

Or rather, she has done similar things to others.

At the same time, countless ordinary people in the universe made the same gesture in unison.

They stand with their fingers side by side, with their thumbs facing outwards, pointing to their foreheads, sealing their mouths, and sticking them to their hearts.

That is the highest etiquette taught by the Tower of Babel, which means praying to the true God and looking forward to God's presence.

"Heretics—divine punishment—"

A small number of weapons and cannons in the starship controlled by the central system suddenly bounced off, and the dark muzzles were aimed at Lui.

The cold mechanical sound was infinitely elongated by the ear.

At this moment, it seems that even the flickering frequency of the stars is almost the same.

The author has something to say: Thank you Marchhare.Muffin Delicious Mine x1