Therapy Planet No. 13

On December 2844, 12 in the federal ephemeris calendar, the Ketar star bandit group was captured by the sixth formation of the pure Mongolian galaxy of the federal police. .

In all fairness, although since the end of the war and the establishment of the federation, the law and order has not been very good, and the people of the major galaxies have complained a lot, but the federation police are also very wronged.

After all, there are too many rogues and anti-federal organizations in the major galaxies. Although there are no large-scale wars that broke out in the early days of the interstellar era, it is really normal to fight small fights in peacetime.

Looking around, only the capital galaxy can be regarded as truly "peaceful and stable".

Under such circumstances, the Sixth Formation only took three short days in the series of activities of arresting, recording, and returning the newly liberated interstellar slave population, which can be said to be extremely fast.

At this time, on the fourth day after "the perfect ending of the mission of capturing the Ketar Star Bandit Group", in the small prison belonging to the sixth formation, the interrogator in charge of the interrogation was standing in the superior office to report on his work.

"Did she still say nothing?"

The captain is a middle-aged man in his 50s who is a mixture of earth and alpha race. His round figure makes him exude a kind-hearted aura.

In fact, he really doesn't have any career pursuits. Since he took office, he only wants to do nothing wrong, and the tasks assigned by his superiors every year have never been completed just right.

There are rumors that his superior is a student who graduated from the Almy Star Military Academy at the same time, and he is ashamed of the blood faction, and has a very good personal relationship, so he keeps turning a blind eye.

The interrogator gave a military salute, and replied bluntly, "Yes! Here are other people's descriptions of her, please have a look."

The team leader took the documents from the interrogator, and the data straddled the field of vision between the two in the form of a light curtain.

Thank goodness, since the development of the Star Network, the Cosmic Federation has finally entered the era of unified paperless office. I don’t know how many wood planets that are famous for their rich logs have been protected.

The team leader's gaze quickly scanned the information.

Unnamed, female, ten years old, based on genetic testing, it should be a rare high-purity Earth descendant with more than 50.00% of single-planet ancestry.

Quiet and cowardly, he doesn't like to talk, and there is no matching data in the citizen identity database registered in the star network, and he was kidnapped in the pure Mongolian galaxy.

According to the descriptions of the other kidnapped citizens who accompanied him, they almost never communicated with others, and it is suspected that they were also homeless without identity before the kidnapping.

But it was such an inconspicuous orphan girl who attracted attention for "holding and proficiently using laser weapons" when the arrest team was performing tasks.

If such a person is placed in other major operations, he will undoubtedly be labeled "suspicious" and "dangerous".

But it happened to appear in such an inconspicuous little action.

It is insignificant compared to the wars that break out from time to time in the fringe galaxies.

"What about food?" The captain turned off the light screen, feeling that the light screen hurt his eyes, he resisted the urge to take out eye drops from the drawer in front of his subordinates, and just rubbed his eyes impatiently.

His family still maintains some old customs of the ancient earth descendants.

Although the Star Web is directly connected to the individual's Spirit Web, some Earthlings have always believed that such a thing would cause irreversible damage to their vision.

"normal."

The interrogator responded, "According to the procedure, after three days, the prison will be automatically transferred to the next higher level prison for higher-level interrogation."

"That's how it is." The team leader's thoughts had already started to drift to what New Year's gift to buy for his daughter during the New Year, he waved his hand nonchalantly, trying to fool the other party like chasing flies.

"Your permission to sign is required." The interrogator said sternly, "This is the procedure."

"Oh...yes, sign it." The team leader casually took the document from the interrogator, pasted his own spiritual mark on the corresponding area, and issued a complete eviction order, "Don't bother me if you have nothing to do, finish this job quickly Let's all go back and have a good annual vacation."

The interrogator gave another crisp military salute, and exited the room as if he hadn't heard it.

At the end of the year, everyone is in no mood to work.

He submitted the permit according to the procedure, and soon, the relevant personnel in charge of the detention came to the prison of the sixth formation.

Although it is a prison, the environment is actually much better than some marginal areas.

In the spacious space, silver-white railings are used to isolate the cubic compartments. Only the side facing the middle corridor is a transparent ionization screen, and a huge giant is erected in the middle.big.milk.The white electric screen not only perfectly cuts off the visual and auditory communication between the prisoners, but also perfectly melts any physical limbs that try to touch and damage it.

From the outside, it looks more like some kind of laboratory with cruel secret experiments than a prison.

"Number 34, transfer."

Detainees briefly dock with the gatekeeper robot.

And the number 34 who was mentioned—it was the child who strangled Lilith before—was keenly aware that the detainees were looking at him.

She bent her knees and sat with her arms crossed, looking up at the detainee's lips flying up and down, and further confirmed the detainee's purpose through lip words.

not the right time yet.

She repeatedly warned herself in her heart.

not the right time yet.

The wounds on her body have been cleaned up by the doctor, they are all flesh wounds, the military doctor has never been in a good mood to deal with a homeless person like her, not to mention that the end of the year is approaching, and the mind has already gone beyond the sky.Just give her the most basic wound medicine and then wrap it with a bandage.

God knows why there are such traditional medical materials in the universe under the overwhelming publicity of "second speed recovery" wound medicine advertisements on the star network!

"No. 34, come out."

The voices of the detainees resounded through the small room through the one-way transmission broadcast. At the same time, the transparent ionized light screen in front of the child instantly dissipated.

"You still have one last chance to choose to confess."

The voice of routine came out again.

The child ignored the question expressionlessly, and touched the bandage on her left arm. Although traditional shackles were no longer needed for prisoners of her level in humanitarian prisons, her wrists and ankles The red marks that had been rubbed off before touching it still haven't disappeared.

Even when standing up from the ground, there was a crackling sound in the bones.

My bones are stiff from sitting for too long.

She was wearing a snow-white prison uniform, and the poor-quality cloth carefully rubbed the fine wounds, making her feel slightly itchy.

The long corridor is bathed in white light, white prison uniforms, white light screens, white robots...

Even at the end of the corridor, there is a closed white door.

Hazy, dreamy, and even a bit like the legendary holy place similar to heaven.

The child walked very slowly, stepping on her breath with every step. She lowered her head and carefully counted the number of steps she took to reach the end of the corridor.

The heartbeat can be stabilized at 1 times in one minute, and it takes 76 seven steps to reach the end, and the time required is about seven minutes and eight seconds.

1 minutes.

Three minutes and eight seconds.

6 minutes, 19 seconds, and [-] milliseconds.

7 minutes, 48 seconds, [-] milliseconds, [-] ​​microseconds.

wow-

The child stops.

She looked up, and the white door opened from the outside to the inside, sweeping in a piece of chilly wind—and a touch of blackness with twinkling stars.

The black uniform is like a drop of black ink, dripping in this blank and pure white space.

tarnish.

The word suddenly crossed her mind.

The light of the stars is the buttons on the black military uniform, overflowing with silver water light, black hair, golden pupils, the greedy wolf badge on the chest shows the number of the first special force in the military region, and the sharp-edged facial features exude a coldness temperament.

The Eastern Galaxy has four special designations, Tanlang, Suzaku, Xuanwu, and White Tiger.

It's a pity that it is a legendary level, and ordinary troops have no way of hearing about it.

The detainees were taken aback for a moment, and then immediately gave a standard military salute.

The person who came didn't talk too much nonsense, just handed over a thin piece of paper.

——Do you know what this means in the era of paperless office?

Military high-level secret order.

Although paper is fragile, if it is in trustworthy hands, it can avoid all possible threats from worms and mental hackers!

"I took the person away."

The man only glanced at the paper in front of the detainees, and then crossed his position, as if forcibly breaking through the holy darkness, without any doubt or hesitation.

He stood in front of the child with his legs side by side, his heels touched lightly, his military boots made a powerful sound, and he jumped violently in the wide cell.

Every inch of the close-fitting military uniform was tightly attached to his skin, precise, aloof, cold, and rigorous.

But the child in front of him just tilted his head slightly, his amber eyes glanced at the man lightly, and he stepped on the clean floor with bare feet, the baggy prison uniform looked like it was pulled directly from an adult and put on her body.

It can be called shabby.

She frowned, looked at the man in front of her with strange eyes, and said in a flat voice, "Where's Hyde?"

"Reporting to the colonel on the road! Lieutenant Colonel DeWitt received an emergency transfer during the standby period. I am here to replace him. Lieutenant Jiang, a new graduate of the 2844 batch of the Almi Military Academy, please instruct!"

The child raised his eyelids, as if he had listened to his words.

She walked sideways through the gap between Jiang Wei and the detainees who had been stunned for a long time, and said plainly:

"You were late for four seconds. The arc of the military salute is two and a half degrees more than the standard arc. There is too much rubbish and nonsense. It is a waste of time to say one more sentence about submitting orders directly."

There was no dissatisfaction in her tone, as if she was just stating a fact, she asked in a self-centered manner: "Is the home planet's requirements for graduate recruits so low now?"

Jiang Wei was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of embarrassment rose.

He was one of the top five graduates in the same period, and he had never been arranged in this way. It was inevitable that he would become unfamiliar with some basic etiquette after fighting outside for a long time, but he never thought that he would be arranged in this way by his new boss.

"What are you doing standing there?" The child looked back at him calmly, "Do you still want me to invite you?"

"...Yes! Admiral on the road." Jiang Wei quickly realized, and strode after him.

The child frowned again, "Don't you even memorize the basic information? My surname is not Lu——Lu Yi—this is my full name."