sin of lumen

Chapter 50

Lu Ting chased Deng Mochi's shadow through the fire-lit wilderness.Then the fire light disappeared, they were far away from the buzzing of the assembly, the dim red moonlight could not cast shadows on the ground, and the outline of the grass slope in Lu Ting's eyes became blurred, so he ran closer and tried to hold Deng Mochi's coat. horn.

In fact, in this kind of open space, he didn't have to worry about bumping into anything, he could judge Deng Mochi's position just by his smell, and it was enough to keep people close, but he didn't want to do that.

Because that's a lot like a dog.

Lu Ting doesn't hate dogs, they are simple and honest species, to be exact, he likes them very much.If he became a dog, he could protect his homeland by barking a few times, and he could be Deng Mochi's pet by rolling around and acting coquettishly. He thought that would be good.But to be a homeless dog with poor eyesight and no leash, who can only chase after the owner's taste in vain...it is too sad.

When he was thinking about it like this, Deng Mochi once again pulled out the corner of his clothes, pinched his fingers, and gave him an exact direction as he did in Aldebaran where the power was out.It is only the size of the fingertips, and it is the strength of silence.

Lu Ting said, "Thank you."

Dun Mochi said: "It's all right."

Lu Ting added: "I will remember to bring a flashlight and night vision goggles in the future. I have a bag with basic tools, and I left it in the spaceship."

Dun Mochi said: "Take it tomorrow."

Lu Ting thought for a while: "Boss, where is your studio?"

Deng Mochi replied earnestly: "Go northwest, pass two mounds, behind the leeward slope."

Lu Ting's four fingers were clenched together, only his thumb could move, and he put it back on the back of Deng Mochi's hand unconsciously. "Then what are we going to do? You just said, what might be too late?"

"Knock the code."

"...Can I really help?"

"Why not?"

"I just think, one is that I am not good at it, and the other is that your studio should have a high level of secrecy. If you bring me, a newcomer, in, you will invite others to gossip."

"You don't have to go if you don't want to go."

Lu Ting was taken aback for a moment, he felt the thin sweat on Deng Mochi's palm, and his knuckles twitched unconsciously.

Deng Mochi said again: "If you feel so uncomfortable, I can let go."

Lu Ting grabbed him tightly and said with both hands, "Who said it was uncomfortable, I didn't feel uncomfortable!"

He vaguely felt that Deng Mochi was angry, because of his hesitation, shyness, uncertainty, or at least not being happy - but in the next second Deng Mochi took him to run, running fast, caught off guard, Lu Ting waved On the left arm, the large denim jacket was blowing in the wind, only the sleeves were still on the body, the dry and cold breath of the field rushed to the face, dispelling the sticky air between the two, but the fingers were still tightly intertwined.Two slow and long grass slopes passed by like this.

After arriving at the destination, Deng Mochi explained the reason for his sudden acceleration: "It's very cold."

Lu Ting sniffed: "Only I have a runny nose."

"Boss, are you afraid that I'm cold? I'm only wearing one piece of clothing underneath. Did you notice it?" He asked again.

Deng Mochi exhaled helplessly, probably acquiescing.He pressed the palm print of his left hand on the door lock, and went to check his pupils again. The door locks opened after a while, and he pushed the door in and turned on all the lights.

This is a glass house with a simple structure, which is translucent from the outside and transparent from the inside.Oval, half the size of a tennis court, like half a flat goose egg.The floor is made of metal, and a plane is set up on the uneven slope, and the floor is full of written manuscript paper.

Deng Mochi stepped on it normally, because there were more piles of writing desks in a circle in the center of the room, and it seemed that what was written on those papers was the most useful content.Three display screens were submerged in it, and a giant mainframe that did not match the usual size was surrounded by a wall, with disks of various sizes inserted, and various colored indicators flashing intensively.

As for daily necessities... There is only one coffee machine that is solitary and squeezed out in the farthest corner. Judging from the transparent storage tank full of coffee beans, it probably hasn't been used a few times.

"That, I was wrong," Lu Ting stood in front of Deng Mochi, helped him straighten the straps on his shoulders, and straightened the two splints that were about to slip. , the mood is good and bad, I am indeed a little nervous, and I always say some strange things... I was not like this before."

When the voice fell, he realized that he was also saying strange things now.

Deng Mochi looked at him indifferently, and said, "You should relax."

Lu Ting nodded: "I know."

Deng Mochi said again in a very patient tone: "I don't like physical contact, and I will avoid it automatically. But with you, it's easy to get used to it." He paused, "I didn't treat you as a stranger."

Lu Ting smiled suddenly: "I know that too."

Deng Mochi looked suspicious.

Lu Ting still smiled perfectly, raised his hands to hold his cheeks, and rubbed them lightly: "You see, I'm already pushing my limits. If this continues, I might do other things," his eyes sparkled. , and the gleam on his lips when he smiled, "So let's get down to business."

This kind of "instrument" is probably too much. Deng Mochi took his hands one by one, turned on a computer as if nothing had happened, and when the screen lit up, the corresponding interface also appeared on the semi-transparent light screen suspended in the circle of the desk. Lu Ting saw that it was a map.

Including the unfrozen equatorial zone around the world, yellow light spots of different density are flashing, and a large number of parameters slide quickly in the small box in the lower right corner of the screen.

Deng Mochi pulled away the chair, turned to Lu Ting and said, "We need to turn off the power outage process first."

Lu Ting realized that meant to let himself sit down, so he did so, facing the screen full of characters, he didn't know what to do, while Deng Mochi sat on the chair next to him and started the computer in front of him.

Because of the angle, Lu Ting couldn't see the situation on his screen, but he heard him say: "What you see is the main program, and there are nine subprograms running at the same time. It takes 41 steps to shut down."

Less than expected, but Lu Ting still looked at his side face dumbfounded: "I don't even know what to do in the first step, I can only see that this is the Python language."

Dun Mochi typed on his own keyboard, even with only one left hand, the rhythm sounded fast and accurate, "First find the regular expression on the ninth line of the main program."

Lu Ting quickly moved the cursor, "I found it!"

"Change as I say next."

Is this about doing your own work while instructing others?Lu Ting was a little surprised. Although Deng Mochi has many supernormalities and is obvious to all, he didn't even look at the screen and directly taught people to adapt sentences... This is still a bit too confident.The reason can only be said that those functions and codes may have been thoroughly familiarized, not only by memorizing them, but also by picking out a line at random and being able to locate them accurately.His brain may indeed be able to connect two unrelated problems in parallel.

Lu Ting began to revise strictly according to what Deng Mochi said. This feeling is very strange. Amidst the random tapping sound of the keyboard, the man's unhurried tone is a bit lazy, but it is very reassuring. Lu Ting has never Listen to him say so much in a short time.In the end, there are really only 41 steps from the main program to the subroutine, and those subroutine programs are far less complicated than expected, most of them do not exceed [-] lines, the language is concise and clear, but they can control the entire process when combined Grid on the equator.

However, Lu Ting still has a little understanding of their operating principles, just like a foreign language that knows all the letters, listening to people slowly spelling out, but still unable to translate the meaning.He just obeyed and replaced Deng Mochi's hands.

"Has all the viruses... been recovered?" He asked in a low voice, looking at the yellow lights that were going out one by one on the map on the light screen.

"No, but we won't continue to attack the power supply system. Most people can return to normal life." Deng Mochi looked over the screen and glanced at him, "You've done a good job."

"Thank you," Lu Ting narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I was always worried that my eyesight would be blurred or my hands would shake."

"Come here." Deng Mochi's tapping sound also stopped.He presumably also finished his work.

Lu Ting stood up and stood next to Deng Mochi. A large amount of data was displayed on the screen in front of him. With the cursor sliding, some charts occasionally appeared.

"what is this?"

"What would you think of?" Deng Mochi asked back, "How much can you understand?"

"Pressure value, surface temperature, humidity, wind speed, rotation and revolution, and deviation angle...From 2090 to the present," Lu Ting widened his eyes, "are you describing a planet?"

"Mars?" he asked again.

"Hmm." Deng Mochi stopped the screen on a set of vertical comparison data and zoomed in a bit, "Did you see anything wrong?"

"I—" Lu Ting suddenly hesitated to speak.

"It was originally a part of the encrypted files inside the space agency. The people here have been looking for them all these years, but they can't decipher them when they intercept them," Deng Mochi said. "I tried several algorithms, and then sorted them out."

"The group we are zooming in now is sent back by the CR-119 telescope," Lu Ting read, staring at the flat lines that are almost close to the x-axis in the chart, "Is it the amount of electromagnetic wave reflection on the surface of Mars that it monitors?"

"Yes."

"But it's been nine years...the curve hasn't changed almost every year." Lu Ting rubbed his eyes, "Why do the average values ​​of radio waves, visible light, infrared ultraviolet αγX rays all remain within a narrow fluctuation range?"

Dun Mochi turned his chair ninety degrees and looked up at him: "You think human activities will have a great impact on these things, right?"

"At least the reflection of radio waves and visible light should have been greatly improved," Lu Ting looked back blankly, "they are still too low now, and there is not much difference between day and night. People live and communicate on them. Maybe so."

Dun Mochi said: "So you guessed it."

Lu Ting's eyes dodged. At this moment, Deng Mochi's eyes had a terrifying brilliance, but he instinctively didn't want to look at each other. "Is there no one on Mars?" He didn't dare to lower his eyes, so he raised his chin and stared at the map. "Where did so many people go? That's impossible."

Deng Mochi changed another set of data to zoom in, "There are other evidences. For example, the concentration of inert gas and water vapor in certain areas. The government is indeed strictly monitoring the situation on Mars, but it is true that a large number of living people have not been put on it. "

Lu Ting looked at those figures and charts.Yes, what Deng Mochi said was not wrong at all.The conclusion that has been proved now is also what he had speculated a long time ago. As early as he witnessed the tragic death of his mother, the luck of self-deception disappeared from him. The blackout of the world-that seems to be the step-by-step guide Deng Mochi gave to everyone.The "Home on Mars" that has been broadcast since childhood is just a promotional film performed according to the script, and the so-called immigration plan has no truth at all. It is a huge deception that his father, united with many "smart people", put on the world.

However, when the facts appeared in front of him so firmly that he didn't even need to convince himself, Lu Ting still needed to spend some time to accept it.

Guilt will spread, even if there is only one blood connection, and even if he has tried his best to separate it, the guilt still exists, the blood of thousands of people is heavy, attached to his bones, and condemned him ignorance.

He sat down on the floor, put his hands on his knees as if he had spare hands, he didn't want to look at the manuscript paper on the floor, he didn't want to see the screen, he didn't want to look at Deng Mochi, he didn't want to look at himself, so he raised his head high.The light in the room was too bright, and he saw outside the glass ceiling that the starlight was all annihilated, leaving only the red moon hanging high.

Deng Mochi didn't speak, but just accompanied him quietly.

This made Lu Ting feel that he could grasp something in the stormy sea.

After a while, he said, "So, the third group of words, is this what you want to say?"

"I didn't think it through." Deng Mochi also sat on the ground like him, and pulled him so that he could lean against the side panel of the desk together. "That's a passive choice. If I don't come back this time, then these The data will be released automatically after five days."

"Then the whole world will know," Lu Ting said slowly, looking at the moon, "then the government will lose its promise, demonstrations and denunciations will break out along with panic, some will stand up to command, some will stop, some will bleed, then it will be natural became a revolution."

"This is the purpose of the Prophet." Dun Mochi said.

"Of course, they were originally the Revolutionary Army."

"But not mine."

"What?" Lu Ting turned his face away, and Dun Mochi was facing him sideways, looking down at his outstretched left hand, with thick shadows under his eyelashes, showing faint fatigue.

"I designed a more complicated firewall to protect these things that can be counted as evidence temporarily, and I didn't show them to anyone before today. I was thinking, where did those people go?"

"They may be... dead." Lu Ting said the seven words extremely difficultly.Compared with He Zhensheng's family, the first thing he thought of was them.

"Did they die in space? But other people can still get in touch with them and talk about their current life." Deng Mochi frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose. "If they are all projections, there must be surveillance behind them."

"But if the person who manipulates the image doesn't understand the situation as well as I do, and has those memories..." Lu Ting thought from this angle, "then it can't be so realistic, and it will definitely show it in front of familiar relatives and friends."

"Ah."

"If there is no unified caliber for life on Mars, people will find it wrong."

"of course."

"So boss, you feel that you don't know enough about the situation, you don't know if they are dead or alive, and where they are, and you can't go to Mars to see for yourself, so you don't want to rush. If these guesses are wrong, it will cause chaos and be refuted , then it will be hard to be believed.”

Deng Mochi nodded: "Things that I have doubts about can't be called the truth."

Lu Ting was speechless for a moment.How thoughtful Deng Mochi was, and how responsible and objective he was to think about all the unknowns in this whole matter.He should also straighten himself up to help ponder the same problem, but he finds it difficult for him to get close to the lucky throne of an "outsider". It is difficult for him to let go of those thoughts that disturb him.

It is better to be open and honest, while I still have the courage.Lu Ting decided so.

He said: "Anyway, it is now certain that the government is deceiving people, and the immigration plan is definitely not a good thing. We can find out where the more than 100 million people have gone. Let us find more evidence that can convince the public. .”

Dun Mochi said: "It will be very hard."

"I'm not afraid of hard work. You trust me so much and let me stay by your side. This is something I didn't dare to think about yesterday." Lu Ting took a deep breath, "But you may not know, or forget, this big Conspiracy... The main person behind it is my dad."

"I know."

Lu Ting buried his head lower: "Do you not mind?"

Deng Mochi directly lifted his chin, asking him to look at himself: "I know that you robbed the prison and never went back, it was because of me."

Face to face again, once again inescapable, Deng Mochi's quiet eyes had warmth and weight, trying to overwhelm Lu Ting.what are you hidingDeng Mochi seemed to be saying this.When Lu Ting's chin touched the softness of the skin between his fingers and the roughness of the calluses on his fingertips, it felt as hot as a scalding needle, but he couldn't make himself sit up straight and escape from the palm at all.

Lu Ting stood there blankly for a while, at least for more than a minute, and Deng Mochi supported him blankly like this, not daring to move from his fingertips to his wrists.

They were all at a loss, and they were all in a daze.

"I want to say that you are very brave." In the end, Deng Mochi spoke first, blinking shyly, "Your father's situation will put a lot of psychological pressure on you, I can understand."

"..." The rigidity on Lu Ting's face suddenly melted away, and turned into a crying expression. Deng Mochi talked to him, which made him feel very stable and warm, but he still couldn't control himself, "And my mother."

"your mom?"

"About two months ago, she died, and it was also a project related to Mars. I saw her for the last time, and seeing her in so much pain, I gave her euthanasia... No one said I was wrong, but I knew I'm sorry for my mother. So now when I think of Mars and these things, I have big mood swings, feel meaningless, too hypocritical, and want to suppress it... It seems that everything I do is wrong. It sucks, I dream about a bridge every day, and I'm on this side, but everyone goes over there, including my mom, and you...the bridge breaks when I run across it. I really, I can't explain the feeling."

Every time he uttered a word, more tears filled his eyes. He couldn't hold it any longer, and they slid down Lu Ting's cheeks, wet his ears and neck, and also wet Deng Mochi's palms.

And Deng Mochi looked at him quietly, seemingly confused, hesitant to speak.At the same time, bright red came out from under his nose, Deng Mochi immediately turned to the other side without Lu Ting, lowered his head towards the open space, blood drops fell on the manuscript paper, he grabbed a few clean ones and wiped them for himself.

Nosebleeds were nothing unusual for him.

But Lu Ting immediately became anxious, all the sorrow and self-pity he had just now dissipated, and only the matter of "Dun Mochi is bleeding" was left in his mind. He ran back to cover Deng Mochi's forehead with his handkerchief, and wiped his face with his own shirt cuff.It couldn't be wiped off too cleanly, the red blood stains remained on the white skin, and the lips were also stained red, more vivid and sharper, just like Deng Mochi's bloodshot eyes, with a kind of fragile and seductive beauty.

Lu Ting couldn't appreciate it, the smell of blood and rust was too close, and at this moment they all made it difficult for him to breathe, he pinched the bridge of his nose forcefully according to the old method, he only hoped that these bloodstains never came.

"You bleed like this often, don't you? Is it because they brainwashed you yesterday, and they fucked something else?" he asked confusedly.

"I can feel your sadness." Deng Mochi replied out of question.

Lu Ting suddenly couldn't make a sound and bit his tongue.

"Lu Ting," Deng Mochi tore off the handkerchief on his forehead, wiped the remaining blood with his left hand, then threw it away casually, raised his hand and wiped the tears on his cheek with his thumb, "It hurts me too when I see you cry .”

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