Imperfections

Daystar's Galaxy City has entered the rainy season.

In the botanical garden left by the Fangwuhui base, the plants and fungi that are happy and wet begin to grow crazy. The sound of the rain like a clock, from morning to night, continuously drops down the worn eaves. The street is still sparsely populated, and occasionally someone hurries to run across the umbrella. From a height, it looks like a flower rushing down the river.

Lin Jingheng was awakened once by the sound of rain--he hadn't heard such rain for a long time. The weather of Beijing's β star was dry, and the winter seemed as if it could never pass, and the artificial base of Sister Sister used an artificial water circulation system. There is no such happy wind and howling.

He opened his eyes blankly in the nightmare, and at a glance he saw the lid of the medical cabin above his head, suddenly as if returning to the rainy night in the emergency cabin more than thirty years ago, chaotic memories and reality were intertwined with each other. He broke open the cover of the medical cabin indiscriminately, and the needle on his body flew out. He didn't know the pain when he was half awake, and struggled to climb out of the medical cabin. His knees fell to the ground softly, and then he turned round and round. He could only hear his rapid heartbeat.

"I want ... I want to ..."

A man in a white suit came in with a dozen medical robots, yelled and held him, the tranquilizer rushed into his veins, and Lin Jingheng's consciousness sank again into the boundless darkness.

I don't know how long before his consciousness revived, Lin Jingheng dreamed of a space video recording.

It was a confidential document, and Dr. Lance of Ulan College did not know what the relationship was before he got a copy and sent it as a gift on the day of his graduation.

The video recording was taken by the mech's military recorder. In addition to the clear real scene, various data was jumping on the screen, accurately recording the data of the coordinates, environment, temperature, and energy fluctuations at that time.

The coordinate location is near the "heart of roses" of the first galaxy, and it was the night when Lu Xin "fleeed".

The Alliance's chasing force was chasing after them. Several missiles had been rushed out of the launch pad. There was a little noise in the background of the video. A man said in a deep voice, "The missile has a fart, Lu Xin has seen it. There are more missiles than you have eaten rice! I didn't say that you have to catch it. So many of you have to deal with these two mechas, what are you going to stop? What if you just use the 'oven' to add fire! "

"Oven" is of course not a scientific name. It is a spoken language commonly used by frontline soldiers, which refers to a superimposed particle cannon.

More than 30 rounds of particle cannons will generate high temperatures that can melt the protective cover of the mech, like baking sweet potatoes with skin in an oven, hence the name.

Only used when one side has an overwhelming advantage and just wants to kill. Many mechas swarmed up, rigorously calculated the firing angle, and set the formation. At the same time, high-energy particle guns were fired at the target. The key was command and cooperation. If properly matched, each mech can fire accurately on time and at an angle. The superimposed particle cannon will be very deadly. The high-speed high-energy particle flow will lock the target mech in a large area. Speed, can't escape the locked area at all.

The video immediately locked the target-it was a team with only five or six small mechs, and the leading small mechs slid them far away with bullets, and they could not see any difference from ordinary small mechs. However, Lin Jingheng recognized it for no apparent reason, which was Lu Xin's mech.

He watched the dazzling fluorescence flashing on the screen, and the high-energy particle cannon roared and rushed out. The military telescope even outlined the energy data of the particle flow. The waves were like an invisible death going through the heart of the rose, with a smirk on its face, and its robe sleeves flying.

This video is very short, the whole journey takes less than a minute, but Lin Jingheng watched it over and over again, and it was replayed countless times, so many years later, when I closed my eyes, it was still vivid.

At the time, the person who executed the "oven" command made a very low-level mistake. He filled the target mech's dynamic acceleration value incorrectly. That was a small error. It could not be seen without careful check, but the target mech was escaping. It was not a straight line that Lin Jingheng walked. Simulated calculations by Lin Jingheng himself. At that time, at that angle and speed, when the superimposed particle gun arrived, it should be exactly the leading mech.

Maybe there is an unknown **** who still doesn't want to give up and wants to protect that person at last. Maybe there is no **** in the world at all. It is the soldier who executes the command to deliberately release water out of secret admiration ... No test, all in all, Lu Xin should not be damned.

However, after the particle gun was released, the mech that had been leading the way suddenly braked. At this speed, the human response could not keep up, and the teammates who accompanied him had not had time to realize that What happened, he instantly slipped to the end of the team, and the previously launched missile and the subsequent superimposed particle gun arrived almost at the same time. During the process, there was a dazzling spark directly, but in this dazzling explosion, the flood-like high-energy particle flow seemed to encounter an obstacle, and the soldiers turned a few corners and just missed it The small mech group gave them breathing room and then fled.

Later, in addition to Lu Xin ’s deputy ’s public suicide, to this day, whoever fled with Lu Xin that year and who later fled, and the alliance has no conclusive evidence.

The secret list was attached to the encrypted file at the back of the video. Lin Jingheng destroyed it after reading it. It took him thirty years to quietly bury the people on the list one by one into the decaying soil of the seven galaxies.

But Dr. Lance can only give him the list, so why show him this record?

What does he want to tell young rebellious students? Lin Jingheng was puzzled and never found a chance to ask.

The year he graduated, Dr. Reims was already 286 years old and refused to repeatedly re-employ at Ulan Military Academy. Lin Jingheng needed to report to the Military Commission at that time. He was to be sworn into the army and to transfer posts. He was so messed up. When he managed to find time, Dr. Lance was admitted to the hospital because of illness, and soon died.

The picture of the high-energy particle currents diverting from the sea was carved into his bones in this way.

Who knows that after many years, this devastating scene unexpectedly inspired him and saved his life.

Wait a minute, Lin Jingheng's heart "suddenly"-saved him ... a life?

He lingered in the memory black hole as if he suddenly caught a thread, and following that thread, he came out from the rainy night at the age of sixteen and ran all the way, as if he had run for a long time, and finally found an exit. This world smashed down, World War, the Eighth Galaxy, the son-in-law plan, the pirates' chase, Galaxy City with a mutant rainbow virus outbreak, and Lu Bixing ...

The huge anxiety immediately dispelled everything, Lin Jingheng opened his eyes sharply, and immediately sat up. As soon as he moved, he suddenly felt something. With the low light of the instrument on the medical cabin, he lowered his eyes and found himself ill. Ground a hand.

Lin Jingheng froze.

This time, the lid of the medical cabin was open. He held his breath and tilted his head, and saw Lu Bixing.

There is actually a capsule capsule for people to rest next to, but Lu Bixing didn't know if it was too narrow or not. He set up a hammock on the beach next to the medical cabin very wildly. He also provided a crab-shaped pillow in the scene, like a big fish caught by mistake, wrapped in a hammock's net pocket, and buried half of his face in " In the "Crab Shell", there is a messy head on his head, half of his face is lying on his side, his long arms hang down from the hammock, and his fingers can just curl up and touch Lin Jingheng, like a gesture of knocking on the door.

At this moment, the sky was bright, Lin Jinghengsheng was afraid to wake him up, and lay back carefully. The small screen on the medical bulkhead monitored the basic indicators of his body in real time. Lin Jingheng glanced roughly, which was more empty than usual, but basically returned to the normal range. Someone in the corner also added a row of notes to him, saying: " The patient is suspected of having claustrophobia, and it is recommended not to seal the medical cabin unless necessary. "

Lin Jingheng: "..."

Never heard of this, where is this quack?

The last column of the screen is the virus indicator, and that row of tables has been grayed out.

"Are there antibodies?" Lin Jingheng thought, and couldn't help but looked up at Lu Bixing again. "How did I get it?"

Lu Bixing moved his neck slightly, his nose bridge poked straight into the crab pliers. The crab-shaped pillow didn't know where it was made, but it had leg hair!

Lu Bixing stumbled a few times and sneezed dullly, so he didn't wake up, rolled over and went to sleep, and his dropped hand moved briefly elsewhere.

Lin Jingheng suddenly felt that a big mountain had moved away, and then he spit out his breath, and then Lu Bixing seemed to be unable to sleep properly. He rolled over and over in the air for a long time, and drew his hands around unconsciously, Lin Jingheng quickly Dodging sideways, she pushed the quilt against Lu Bixing's hanging fingers.

He was quiet again, and was still motionless.

Lin Jingheng went to sleep in the medical cabin, pulled off the sensor on his body, and climbed up lightly. He picked up the jacket that Lu Bixing had thrown to one side and put it on his body, and went out.

The calendar shows that from the moment he lost consciousness, a full six Voto Standard Days have passed.

Lin Jingheng's hands and feet were a little weak, but the medical cabin adjusted his physical indicators well, and he would not be unstable.

Obviously, this is no longer an isolation ward, the door is not locked, and there are no other isolation measures. When leaving the medical cabin, the door is a corridor. Lin Jingheng recognized that this place should be the internal hospital built by the Fangwuwu occupation of the star.

Fangwu often deviates in terms of personal aesthetics, but the building is not bad, probably with limited energy. They did not pursue complex classicism. The windows are simple glass, without excessive technological elements. Floor-to-ceiling windows, lighting and vision They are all superb, with large and small terraces and open-air corridors full of plants, washed brightly by rain.

At this point, dawn was over, Lin Jingheng saw the silver ninth guards lined up neatly, just finished the five-kilometer load warm-up run, ran to the training ground, followed by the self-defense team.

Baiyin Nine's team was neat tofu blocks, and the Self-Defense Force dragged by them for five kilometers became the tofu brain that went in and out.

The self-defense team members did not lose their lives after fighting for their lives. I wish they could have their tongues hanging on their chests two feet long. The leading Saturday yelled something, and the soldiers followed in unison, clamoring for a new slogan, shouting and smashing their chests, like a group of orangutans preparing to go down the mountain to grab the ground.

Baiyin Jiu was at the gate of the training field and the whole team was so embarrassed that they wanted to laugh.

Turan glanced: "Have a rest, one minute, clean up your clothes and laugh!"

Most of the Self-Defense Forces were called urgently on Saturday after the outbreak of a mutant rainbow virus. They have not been idle since they arrived, because of extreme shortages. Except for some mechanized vehicle missions, Silver Nine and the Self-Defense Force are basically It's mixed.

In the thrilling eight or nine days, everyone was confined in an isolation suit. The distance between people was covered by two layers of masks, but they were close to each other like brothers, and they became so exhausted.

The self-defense team members were surprised to find that these legendary alliance elites, who were also physical babies, also ate and drank Lazar, and talked nonsense when they were not on duty or training. They even scolded the boss as a hooligan in the same posture.

There are close reference objects, just like the rookies of the marathon have lead runners. Suddenly, the impossible training tasks seem to be less unreasonable, and the self-defense team members naturally follow each other's footsteps. .

The silver nines who had a minute's rest turned into two hundred and five laughed. The self-defense team members who were scrabbling were unwilling to be outdone, while chasing the team chaotically, and arguing at them more than the middle finger. You and the two sides suffered each other in a word and very poor quality.

As soon as one minute arrived, Turan blew a sharp whistle, silver nine orders were banned, and he quickly switched back from the hooligan state. The upright military posture remained motionless, and the team was still flat. The nearby Self-Defense Forces were affected by the tense atmosphere, and they followed the board with a stunned face, and quickly and silently lined up the team, like a large game scene where "one, two, three are not allowed to move".

Turan laughed with a stun, and a few simple guards did not hold back, followed by a smirk, and were collectively punished by the insidious cunning captain for a hundred revolutions of weightlessness training.

Lin Jingheng shook his head. In the first galaxy, Baiyinjiu was not so lively.

He fumbled in Lu Bixing's pocket. There was no smoke. He only found a handful of mints. Lin Jingheng peeled a piece into his mouth and saw that the distant horizon gradually lit up. It was a rare sunny day in the rainy season.

The faint morning light strove to penetrate through the mist, and the moist ground glowed with moist light, full of vitality. The base has a wide field of vision, and from the heights, it can see the glorious Galaxy City. The star satellite of Qixing has long been a space junk. The weather notice board above the Galaxy City is stubbornly alive and still lit. It reads: "Satellite Eloped with others, please wait for accurate weather information— "

And people have been "waiting" for 140 years.

Is there a planet or a place in this world that makes you dreamy?

Makes you feel that no matter where you drift, you have to go back and stay there forever ...

Is there anything you value in your life? Do you have everything to protect?

In this morning light, it seemed that Lin Jingheng, who was idling out of the window, seemed to open his eyes for the first time, carefully looking at the rest of the galaxy, the star, and the eighth galaxy.

His soul, who had been floating in the Union Parliament building, finally found a ladder and walked to the world step by step.

The sad and happy world gave him a hug of fragrance and rancidity.

It has been six years since he arrived in the eighth galaxy, but he has just found the way Lu Xin once traveled.

The eighth galaxy of the Alliance should not have been the sewer that suffered the dual squeeze of the Alliance and the pirates.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps. Lin Jingheng turned his head and saw Lu Bixing rushing out of his head with his hair barely scratched by crabs, and hurried to find him everywhere. The eyes of the two men slammed together unexpectedly, and Lu Bixing stepped aside, as if they were not ready to face each other, facing each other across a distance of five meters.

Lu Bixing gave a dry cough, scratched his ears and pressed his wrinkled fur and crumpled clothes in the same place, and murmured, "One day you suddenly had an allergic reaction to an antipyretic medicine. I fell out of it, I'm not assured ... you ... I ... cough ... "

Lin Jingheng-The temperature dropped, and my tongue was poisoned: "Is it conscience that you have found something dangerous while on the mech?"

The author has something to say: 看到 I saw a comment last night, I dropped the line as soon as I responded, and then I couldn't find it ...

Reply here, why the pirate did not scan the remote signal in the previous chapter-

Because according to my previous compilation, remote communication is structured at the transition point, otherwise synchronous communication cannot be achieved after leaving the eighth galaxy, and neither of us on Earth and astronauts on Mars can communicate synchronously ╮ (╯ ▽ ╰) ╰

The danger of long-distance communication is that it will expose its own coordinates. When the Prince Glory Guard looks for an underpass in the entire galaxy, it will scan all transition points, and can locate the signaler along the remote channel network. And in the previous chapter, the Raptor pirates and the small mech are very close. It is not easy to perceive a large remote network near the same transition point, just like the primitive people living on the earth could not see that we stepped under our feet. It's like a ball.

Principal Lu uses a personal terminal as a relay, as long as it can mask the signal sent by the small mech to the jump point behind him = w =