12 years after graduation, I want to get married

It was the day after the third book club.

Ship 62 is sailing smoothly on the new route back to the star system where it is stationed.The spacecraft, which has been in service for eight months, has just undergone its first comprehensive maintenance and overhaul after leaving the factory. During this period, the crew rested at the Silver Fox Hub.Captain Bai Jin reported the combat records and achievements of the spaceship to the chief captain in a secret basement of the hub. An hour later, he returned to the ship with an A+ evaluation letter, and the crew stayed at the hub for another night to hold a celebration dinner.

I spent too much time on the phone with my roommate at the Junction (a giant steel city suspended in space), and went to sleep when I got back to the boat.The author still can't think of a name for this guy, so let's call him Mr. S according to his mental power level. Mr. S seemed to be full of desire to explore everything on the front line. He carefully asked me about the spaceship's facilities, crew, and combat content, including the fact that Dr. Fu didn't pay much attention to me.I did treat him like a brother after a fight with him, but I couldn't help him asking questions tirelessly.What's more, information must be screened within the scope permitted by the law, and I will not do anything that leaks military information without authorization.Ah, speaking of which, a large part of the reason why I came to Baijin's spaceship is thanks to Mr. S.This guy has never been in touch with me since he graduated and got married. If I didn't know that his sentinel status is too special (that is also a neurotic paranoid), I would definitely feel that our friendship has lost to love.

Back to the point, during the period of my sleep, a big event happened on the spaceship.

The first mate, who always urinates crookedly and may have hidden prostate disease, has a mental world collapsed.

Although I had constant disagreements with the chief mate on toilet hygiene, I never "cut corners" when dealing with his spiritual world.The illnesses in the spiritual world of the Sentinels are complex, and I did not specify them for the sake of brevity.The chief mate has been suffering from Shenlian γ-type mania all year round. Before he came to Baijin's ship, he worked as a private mercenary for many years. He had no father, no mother, no wife and no children; Many stages of evolution, consolidation, etc. have not received the minimum repair treatment, and he even officially used the quarantine-qualified sentinel inhibitors when he came to the 62nd ship.As I said, no one has the possibility of healing the Sentinel's spiritual world except by combining with the guide.

During this period of time, the number of star beasts reached above the threshold that 62 ships could handle. The first officer may have a problem with the neural link when manipulating the mecha.I heard the second officer scolded him, telling him not to inhale the spirit-stimulating chain solvent hastily if he didn't want to die;

The first mate is a man who has endured countless inhuman ordeals from the bottom. He has always been tenacious enough, but he asked me for a dose of soothing medicine two days ago.I checked his mental state, but he refused when I tried to go a little deeper.He has his concerns, he is afraid that his spiritual world will harm my spiritual body by resisting my invasion.This is also part of the reason why the crew avoided me. Keeping my life safe is also one of the daily tasks.

The chief mate was facing a complete mental breakdown this time, which belonged to the "falling period" when the textbook seriously warned the guide not to overflow with sympathy.He started manipulating non-compliant mechs when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, and once he failed to suppress his spiritual power in the past twenty years—he had completely lost his consciousness as a human being.

It was Bai Jin who first discovered the crazy first officer.He was discussing the next route and plan with the chief mate in the meeting room, while the rest of the crew either stayed at their posts or rested in the cabin.Just after leaving the hub station, everyone felt at ease.This is the safest place. Even if there is an accident, the surveillance spaceship patrolling at all times will help.

The chief mate is the sentinel with the strongest spiritual power and combat effectiveness on the 62nd ship except Baijin. His mental body is an adult male ring king lion, and now he is dying——spiritual power is rampant, and the core mental body will become weaker and weaker. crazy.

Only Bai Jin could temporarily suppress the first officer.

But if the chief mate goes on like this, other sentries will definitely notice something is wrong, and the 62 ship is still within the patrol range of the hub station, the commander of the monitoring spacecraft will immediately order Bai Jin to execute the chief mate on the spot.

I don’t know what Bai Jin did to struggle and think. I was in a deep sleep until someone knocked on my porthole every second, and the knuckles collided with the special glass to make a dull drumming sound.The person who knocked on the door calmly and patiently counted the time interval, one time after another.

I was still walking in a drowsy and illusory dream, and suddenly felt a gloomy and hot air enveloping me, making me unable to breathe.

There may be a manic Sentinel presence in one corner of this ship.

The person who knocked on the door was still knocking on the porthole. The only person who would give up the electric bell on one side and adopt the traditional way of knocking on the door was the captain.

problem occurs.I immediately got up and ran to open the door.

The only lights in the walkway are the fluorescent lights of the safe passage.Our two guides live in separate areas.

The smell of air freshener and air-conditioning blowing towards my face made me shiver with cold.

Bai Jin stood outside the door, with one hand propped on the door frame, looking down at me who was not fully awake.Because of the lack of light, his handsome facial features were hidden in the darkness, and his blue eyes held me tightly. I felt like I was a little ghost standing in front of Shura, and I had to obey his orders before I could die.

"Doctor Gu, can you take a look at the first mate? He has a mental breakdown." When Bai Jin said this, he enunciated very clearly. He stared into my eyes and finished speaking. He used his will and momentum to force me to look up. Put your head down and listen.

I was literally overwhelmed by him.

I was almost confused by his abnormal state in the dim and weird light, and made an unforgivable challenge.

The second I nodded slowly, he was pulling me away—wearing isolation gloves.

He is a perfect machine that never goes wrong, a super artificial intelligence; he is also a nobleman who sticks to his principles, and he carries a giant sword made of gold on his back when fleeing.

I didn't have time to put on my shoes, so I ran in big strides behind him with bare heels.The fluorescent lights on both sides of the road are like falling blue-green moons, mixed with sufficient to excessive air-conditioning, creating a dreamlike illusion of space.

Bai Jin kept moving forward and glanced back at me who was out of breath.

The hairs all over my body stood on end.He didn't use any mental power, but I have become his soldier.

My feet stepped on the porcelain-like floor covered with water vapor, and my ankles began to cramp due to prolonged exertion.I ran back and lost feeling in my legs, and the ground was surprisingly cold. The advanced settings usually used for physical cooling now gave me a lot of trouble.

In the end, Bai Jin used his strength to drag me to the destination.

This is the only confinement room on the 62 ship.

The crew members who usually violate discipline will voluntarily sit here for an hour.

I followed behind Bai Jin who completely blocked my sight, and was led into the confinement room by his isolation gloves.

"Boom—" The door behind it fit the lock again.

It is only three square meters in size, dark and depressing.

I can't see anything, I just feel the vibration and whistling of the high-dimensional space.

And a man in the corner over there panting and cursing occasionally.

I "saw" the whining male ring king lion. It used to scare me. It used to proudly bite the spirit bodies of other crew members and hover around the medical area. , but now curled up in a corner with dilated pupils.

"Can you treat him?" Bai Jin's voice calmed me a little.He hasn't panicked until now, but I'm a bit out of shape.

I think it's a bit difficult—very difficult—the "falling period" is no longer something ungraduated guides can take over—this is common sense, and it's the regulations of the Guide Association—I don't think I can do anything about it.

I... I... I...

I can't say it.Bai Jin is the most cunning sentinel I have ever seen.

He's been grabbing my arm so far, the isolation gloves are so thick I just feel like I'm being held by a stick.

He didn't use his leadership and deterrence to order me, and he didn't even let me know his body temperature.He told me with a pair of gloves that it was up to me to decide where things went, and reassured me with his inhuman calm not to be afraid.

The only thing left in the claustrophobic space was the first officer's incoherent curses and screams. I guess the first officer's throat must be bleeding.

Why did he come to me?Does he think I'm capable enough to handle this tricky business?

He thinks the first mate's life is more important than mine?Has he finally unloaded his good captain role?

I can't promise him, I have to go back, I can't get hurt, I have to graduate and go back to my hometown.

……

I took three deep breaths repeatedly. The air in the confinement room smelled of dust.

The blunt touch on the arm gradually disappeared, and I heard the sound of Bai Jin fumbling for the door knocker.

When Bai Jin's hand touched my shoulder.

He won.

My mental power is S-level, my healing desire is much higher than that of ordinary guides, and I still have the overflowing sympathy passed on to me by my mother.

"...I'll give it a try."