Therapy Planet No. 13

Angel's words are already obvious.

She not only wants to keep herself alive, but also to keep others around her alive.

Each of the people who come out of planet 13 is a piece of the secret jigsaw puzzle. If they are scattered, more and more mysteries can only be left behind. Only when they get together can they gradually piece together the complete truth.

Although this truth is inextricably linked from the beginning of underground human trafficking to the later military weapons, and now it seems that it is not only the participation of the Almi star, the federal government on the Almi star may be the ultimate decision maker.

If they were serious about it, they might have inadvertently touched a big political project.

"Oh? How can I believe that what you said is true?"

Although Lucas asked this, his eyes did become serious.

Angel shook his head: "I can only say that if you give up this piece of the puzzle, you will regret it—as for whether it is true or not—it's up to us to say it or not, and it's up to you to believe it or not. Since you I've been wandering in the star field for so many years, so I don't need to talk about such a simple truth, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, He Xiangbin, who had been silent all this time, said, "Mr. Tang, the Federation is using the military to host large-scale human experiments."

After saying this sentence, it stopped abruptly.

Angel was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect to release the hole cards so quickly, but she reacted immediately.

The "Insect Man" was brought by Lucas, and to some extent it was also a kind of human experimentation, so things with the same name would only increase Lucas' curiosity.

As long as the curiosity of the other party is aroused, then everything will be much easier:

What kind of human trials does the federal government do?What kind of large-scale method is it?How long have you been doing it?For what purpose?How powerful is it?Is it for military use against the enemy? ...

As long as there is a central point, one problem will be connected to another problem, and the problem will expand infinitely. The more information is released, the guesswork around it will only increase, just like an expanding circle. Space will only gradually expand.

The more an interrogator wants to know the answer, the less likely he is to touch them.

Lucas looked at He Xiangbin in surprise, he didn't expect that a little-known little figure would dominate the direction of the conversation in an instant.

But this sentence also dispelled his previous judgment a little bit - Angel seemed to be the leader of the group, but it was just an appearance.

It’s not true, as Angel said, the four people present are just traveling companions they met halfway through, and they have different information. Their previous leadership and affiliation relationships are far from as deep as he guessed.

Lucas didn't quite believe what He Xiangbin said.

Humans can do anything to survive.

Lying or telling the truth in order to survive is [-]/[-].

If he is serious, then whether it is a major secret or weakness of the federal government or Almy Star, it will be a big boost to the rebel army;

If it is false, then they will waste time on meaningless things, the reason why they say this is just to increase the bargaining chip for survival.

But if he told the truth just for fear that the world would not be chaotic or confronted the government because of his previous experience, or used half-truth and half-false to trip himself up, it might not be a possibility.

Angel was sitting on a high stool, with cloth strips wrapped around her fingertips, one end was tightly held in the palm of her hand, and the other end was swaying in circles in the air, indescribably wanton.

Even though she was in a weak position, she still had a kind of arrogance that she was sure of winning.

When eye contact with Lucas almost wiped out the spark.

It's a pity that Angor's opponents are not ordinary people. People in high positions, no matter whether they are gentle or ruthless, are always used to taking the situation into their own hands.

It is nothing more than the difference between the obvious and the covert performance.

Lucas stared into Angor's eyes and smirked: "Before you came here, the life system on our starship has already done a basic physical function test scan for you."

"You haven't eaten for a long time, and your physiological functions are extremely weak. If I don't give you food, you will first die of physical exhaustion due to lack of water."

Angor stared at the belt in his hand, and couldn't help but think of the night that Finny died, the days when she hid in the pile of corpses and survived on blood and human flesh.

The soldiers strafed indiscriminately. The planets they lived in back then were not in the central star field, but those that were completely peripheral galaxies were better.

Although there are often some wandering gangsters who live by robbing houses and houses, they are only limited to the vicinity of slums. Middle-class people like them with a little property in their families can be considered to have no worries about food and clothing.

The turning point of the story happened in a certain summer.

Those soldiers in military uniforms docked at Xingport in the name of "suppressing bandits" and arrested people from house to house.

After the slums are searched, we start to search ordinary residential areas, and after the residential areas are searched, we go to rich areas.

Relying on the relevant legal provisions issued by the Federation, they were executed one after another. It was said that there were rumors that the gangsters were sheltered by local residents-anyone who was found to be sheltered would be executed as the same crime.

As the search neared her home, Feeney shoved her into an abandoned garbage chute and told her to get as far away as possible and never come back.

Gunshots, artillery fire, burning flames, the sound of military boots trampling from the masonry, and the tall spiers of the Babel church tower.

Searching one family after another, each family is a "covering criminal", and everyone, except her, is not spared.

She hid herself among the dead, and was stabbed through the abdomen by a worried soldier, but she miraculously endured it, integrated herself with the corpse, and successfully deceived everyone.

The massacre that permeated the entire planet lasted for a whole month.

She survived a whole month on blood and human flesh.

At first she didn't understand why an entire planet would harbor bandits.

Later, it wasn't until almost the same thing happened a second time that she figured it out: the military's goal wasn't gangsters at all, but massacres were unlikely. Although the Almiians were warlike, they weren't killing innocent violent elements. There is only one possible situation in door-to-door——

They were ordered to search for something.

"I'm going to get someone to prepare food for you."

Lucas suddenly changed the subject, as if the previous power was just an illusion, he gave orders with the attitude of treating senior guests: "I hope you can like the special food of the star field on the edge of the northeast."

It has long been no secret that the base camp of the Freedom Alliance is in the Northeast, but there has been no movement in recent years—at least not before Angel entered No. 13—

After the Great War that year, the federal government was established, and human beings quickly occupied the parliamentary seats under the banner of "inclusiveness and diversity". Although non-human life also accounted for a part, the overall proportion was far lower.

The military influences politics, and policy reacts to development.

More and more inhuman beings are being squeezed out openly and secretly in terms of social resources. Thousands of years have passed, and many inhuman beings have broken up with the federal government and stood on the opposite side of it, thus being entrenched in the freedom of the Northeast. drawn by the alliance.

Born in the Northeast star field, it is not surprising that the starship has a few cooks who can cook Northeast flavors.

This is considered a temporary cooperation agreement.

Angel's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

She jumped off the high stool and showed a big smile to Lucas: "It's much better than the dark cuisine where I was on the 13th and couldn't see the raw materials."

After finishing speaking, Angel hummed a song and led the others to turn around and want to leave.

"The restaurant is here."

The guard guarding the gate saw that they had changed from "humble prisoners" to "honorable guests" in just one conversation, and they didn't dare to neglect them at all, and hurried forward to ask.

"No, we have our own eyes." Angor replied with a smile.

In the end, He Xiangbin noticed that the guard's face was not very good-looking, and hurried out to smooth things over: "Sorry, we have been imprisoned for a long time, and we are not in a good mood. Please understand. I have written down the internal structure diagram of the starship, so don't bother." gone."

The guard's expression softened a little, and he caught Lucas out of the corner of his eye. After obtaining the consent of his superiors, he let the group of people leave with confidence.

***

It has to be said that for any leader—whether it is officially conferred, or Ye Luzi’s self-proclaimed King of the Mountain—whatever the "boss" eats must be the highest level within the scope of his ability.

Angel put down the knife and fork in his hand, and belched contentedly.

The veal steak was directly transmitted from the farm in the outer northern star field, and the chef slaughtered it on the spot in front of her, and the blood trickling out of it stained a whole white handkerchief red.

Lucas is very open to their authority, most of the activity area of ​​the entire starship can freely enter and exit, and anyone can ask for anything they want.

But in fact, only they knew in their hearts that the so-called special treatment was nothing more than senior prisoners.

Angor handed over the whole process of compromise with Lucas to He Xiangbin.

She still doesn't like negotiating, so she might as well leave it to someone who is better at talking.

The final agreement between the two parties was that Angor would cut the information into ten pieces—one piece would be released every two hours, and twenty hours later would be exactly the time for Lucas to cross from the Almi star’s transition point to the public star field. , that is to say, by then, several people will be completely free.

And Lucas probably holds the power over the lives of Angor and others, so he released the information confidently, and promised to tell them the reason for the battle with Almi when it came to an end.

"But there are conditions."

He Xiangbin relayed to Angel what he said: "He wants us to join the Liberty League, more precisely, he wants you to work for him."

Angel had just returned from watching Lui from the medical cabin at that time. She held on to the door rail and rolled her eyes: "Don't even think about it."

After speaking, Angel yawned to express that he was too tired after bumping all the way and had to rest for a while.

Before going to bed, Lucas found Angel.

"I was serious."

"No talk."

"You have a big quarrel with Almistar," Lucas paused, "Our interests are the same."

He interrupted Angor's momentum to speak: "I know that people who don't stay behind don't like to be ordered by others, so we can cooperate. You will get a member of the Liberty Alliance, or simply treat my task as a person who doesn't stay behind A single task—you should think about it carefully."

Angor was silent.

At this point, a medical worker walks in with a tray and a needle.

Angel knew this medical soldier, she was one of the medical staff responsible for transporting Louis from the Almi starship.

"Wipman." Angel greeted familiarly, "What is this?"

Wipperman is a typical blonde girl. She is not very old. She just graduated from medical school this year. Because her parents died in the war on the border, she was raised by the Liberty League since she was a child, so she came here to play here after graduation.

"...Yes...the captain asked me to bring it to you." Wippman glanced at Lucas quietly.

Angor looked at him.

"Sleeping pills."

Lucas nodded, indicating that Wippman could start the infusion, "Sorry, I have something important to discuss next, just to be on the safe side, you'd better lose consciousness before I finish."

He even smiled apologetically: "Thank you for your cooperation."

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