Therapy Planet No. 13

Jessica has always believed in the life creed of "everyone sweeps the snow in front of his own house". She doesn't care as much about newcomers as other people. In her eyes, there are only two kinds of people, one is the customer and the other is the delivery provider.

Customers often include all other potential people in the facility, while the delivery provider is occupied by two people, the first is He Xiangbin, and the second is Paine.

Both of them could find a way to bring something back from the convoy, but Jessica preferred to deal with He Xiangbin for no other reason than Paine's vulture-like eyes made her very uncomfortable.

But even Jessica, who is so immersed in her own world, can easily recognize the person sitting on her bed now——

Short hair from light blond to almost silvery white, pupils as thick as red wine, mixed with innocence and flirtatious two diametrically opposite temperament appearances, the overly strong sense of presence made Jessica deeply remember the newcomer's name.

"safely."

She swallowed, and immediately locked the door behind her. She looked at the camera in the room with some panic, and pretended to be calm: "Why are you here? Where is my roommate?"

Jessica's roommate is a very taciturn person. Jessica has never seen her say a word since the other party came in. At first, she felt a little scary, worried that the other party was the kind of person who would inform and save herself whenever there was trouble. , but later gradually found that the other party was indifferent to everything, and then they lived in peace.

Even Jessica felt a strange sense of relief.

Seeing that her roommate was not in the dormitory, and contacting this newcomer who appeared in her room rashly, Jessica had a bad feeling in her heart.

She felt that today was a terrible day. She heard such a rebellious conversation in the quack doctor's medical room, and ran into another member of the newcomer group when she went back to bed. Her intuition told her that it would not be a good thing, but she was stared at by the other party like a poisonous snake. Deadly locked in place, there was no thought of fleeing to report at all.

"Relax, I temporarily blocked the monitoring, and your dear roommate was also called by the instructor to help move things, and he won't be back for a while."

Angel sat lazily on Jessica's bed with his legs crossed, playing with his fingers, maintaining that innocent and harmless smile: "Before she comes back, we have plenty of time to get to know each other."

Angel's words carried her usual laziness, but the information revealed in it was beyond doubt.

First of all, the instructors would indeed arrest personnel at will to make up for some lack of logistical work. Angel saw this, indicating that she had been observing them for quite a long time.

Secondly, and most importantly, Angor possesses the ability to block monitoring.

Jessica was indifferent to everything else, except for one thing - anything involving the Spirit Web.

A scorching flame was lit in her timid eyes, her voice was small, but she was no longer pretending to be calm, "What do you want to talk about?"

Angel smiled with satisfaction: "I really like your cooperative character, and it's not in vain that I made a small deal with Liming."

The smiling devil drew a small black box out of nowhere, blinked innocently, and said, "Before I came in, I was very interested in an elective course called "Digital Mental Circuits and Field Survival Practice" at the university. , let’s talk about the issues related to the external lines of the spirit network.”

"Please sit down." Angel suddenly tossed the small black box up, and then firmly received it in the palm of Jessica's exclamation, "Let me introduce myself first, my name is An Ran, and I am in school. Li is a typical poor student, and if the teacher doesn't teach well, I can't guarantee that I will do anything."

……

When Louie returned from Locke's infirmary, his mind was preoccupied with the possibility of bringing Locke to his side.

Faced with her invitation, Locke's answer is very specious.

The man lightly pressed the cigarette butt on the snow-white tabletop, and the flames were crushed into fine powder little by little. His demeanor was casual and calm: "What do you think?"

Locke wants dead people.

This is the demand that the other party has shown from the beginning, and it is also the bottom line that cannot be compromised.

Louis has no problem with simple dead people. The education she received at the military academy and the former blood of Almy star made her not care about the handling of dead people at all.

But she doesn't care, it doesn't mean she has no position.

Although he became Sirlois, Louie clearly knew that he still belonged to the model rules of behavior under the Almi Military Academy system.

The position of the military academy made her not take the initiative to harm any ordinary federal citizen without the requirement of a mission, and she would even try to lend a helping hand to any federal citizen she saw—this was the reason why she was going to the starship. The reason why he was able to take off his coat to Angel without hesitation.

Every behavior of the soldier is shrouded in responsibility and norms. Even though she now has doubts and desires to break free from the task of being exiled to the 13th, this does not affect her actions and still puts the safety of citizens at the forefront.

It's not that it can't be broken, but it's not a last resort.

Just because she doesn't care about life and death, doesn't mean she will be a murderer who disregards human life.

The operating mechanism here can satisfy Locke's unlimited desires, but if you want to win Locke over, you must provide something bigger and more attractive to him to take risks.

It's never morality to kidnap such a person, but something more affordable is needed.

If Locke can't stand on their side, then the biggest possibility is to run to their opposite in order to prevent the demise of this place.

Get it, or, destroy it.

Louie walked straight on the way back to bed, and he was about to reach his destination. He saw Li Ming jumping out of the dormitory building head-on, with something bulging in his mouth, revealing a finger that was about the size of a finger. Long white sticks.Obviously, a lollipop.

Lu Yi originally intended to go to Liming to get information about He Xiangbin, but now that her goal was achieved, she didn't bother to talk to the little ghost, and was going to walk over without looking sideways.Unexpectedly, he was stopped by the little ghost, "Sister Lu!"

There was a novelty in the voice, and Louis heard the call of desire from within.

She stopped and looked at the little ghost with a bright smile on his face.She didn't want to deal with the little ghosts who grew up here. Louie had learned some simple psychology, and it was hard for her to convince herself that the children who grew up in such an environment would be innocent and harmless.

"I just saw Sister An! She promised me to visit you often!"

Dawn said excitedly.

Lui frowned, what kind of madness did Angel have to agree to Liming to run to their dormitory?Although it is not difficult to forge surveillance, it also requires people to consume mental energy all the time. Now that there is an extra kid, it is even more laborious.

What's going on in this guy's mind!

"I don't remember agreeing to that." Louie declined.

"But Sister An said that she is the one who decides between the two of you!" A cunning flashed in Li Ming's eyes.

Lui raised his eyebrows, and unconsciously clenched his lowered left hand into a fist. With a dangerous gleam in his eyes, he said coldly, "She's lying to you."

At this time, Dawn had already approached, and the little ghost naturally took Louis's arm that was on the verge of rage, and stuck to her body like a kid, looking like a child who found a big friend he particularly liked. The unrecorded voice whispered: "But she also said that you would agree to teach me some skills—"

She paused, the child's innocent smile always makes people's heart soften, but the information revealed inside makes people's hair stand on end: "—some skills enough to kill Locke."

Lu Yi's heartbeat missed a beat. She thought she heard it wrong, and with a paralyzed face, she took two or three steps to pull Li Ming to the dead corner of the monitoring, regardless of whether the little devil's footsteps could keep up. In the blind spot of the monitoring, the road Yi squatted down and met Liming's eyes for the first time.

The little ghost head has a pair of beautiful light blue eyes.

Blue symbolizes purity, beauty, serenity and broadness, and it can easily remind people of the ocean, sky, water, and even the vast universe.

But it is also the coldest color. It is generally recognized as calm, rational, and calm. The ancient earth descendants may even think that it represents a fragile and melancholy beauty in a glass transparent style, like a cold ice cone, melted by the sun. crumbling.

"What did you say?"

The eyes are the mirror of the soul.

"Sister An said, you will teach me how to kill Locke."

Beneath the blue ocean is an abyss where the sun does not shine.

Get it, or, destroy it.

"I need a reason."

Human self-consciousness and self-questioning are reflected.

"Because he chose to keep me alive."

There is no reason to destroy, only to survive.

Louis looked a little dazed.

She saw a trace of familiar madness in Dawn's eyes, but different from the publicized madness of Sirois, Dawn was restrained, quiet, explosive, and purposeful.

From those beautiful sapphire eyes, Louis saw the calm before the storm.

Stormy waves often start from tiny waves before they roll up.

……

"So you compress the information through this thing you made?" Angel fondly stroked Jessica's little black box, and repeated, "And then use your own mental network to process such a huge amount of data? You just Are you afraid that one day you will go beyond your mental threshold and suffer from cerebral palsy?"

Had Angel been in Locke's infirmary at the time, she would have found herself using a similar metaphor to the quack.

"Haven't you thought about finding a way to build an extranet to connect to the main processing system of the star network to spread the load?"

Angel was persuasive and continued to ask.

Jessica looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and exclaimed in a low voice: "Are you crazy? The brand of independent spirit was scanned and registered by them when they came in. They will definitely find you if the signal towers make tentative contact with each other! This directly violates the most serious item of the regulations, and you won’t know how you will die by then!”

Angel threw the small black box into Jessica's hand playfully, and said casually, "What if I have no registered spiritual imprint?"

The author has something to say: repay the debt, the second update.

Thank you: Reader "Dengyangtu", irrigation nutrient solution +10