MTL - Imperfections-Chapter 136 If you do n’t ask, I wo n’t say

"General Turan, there are rumors that the expedition crossed the natural wormhole area and accidentally contacted the Alliance Army. What is the situation outside now? Will we have any further contact with the Alliance in the future? The Eighth Galaxy Will it return to the Alliance? Will it still face some armed conflict from outside? "

"Your news is very accurate. It seems that some scientists of the expedition team need to strengthen the training of confidentiality awareness," Turan smiled at the camera with a calm smile. "The external situation, we are conducting further evaluation, please believe that regardless of the future Where do we go, the freedom and security of the eighth galaxy will always be our first priority. In addition, it seems that the possibility of alien galaxies to penetrate wormholes on a large scale and pose a threat to us is very small, please do n’t panic."

"General Turan, I heard that the general manager announced a very unexpected news in front of the alliance. There are many rumors and rumors in the folk. Will the government give official information?"

"The general manager and the expedition are taking a break. After all, it is a natural wormhole area. I believe everyone can know the difficulty and danger of this trip, so please be patient. The eighth galaxy government has always taken openness and transparency as the first criterion. Important information will be released to the public as soon as it is sorted out. "

"General Turan, I heard General Lin ..."

Poisson Yang watched Turan in the middle of the media, and he did not show impatience for half an hour, so he poked the captain of the First Guard with his elbow: "Hey, do you remember? Once she When he was on holiday, he went out and messed up. The defendant was reported to the Military Commission. The silver fortress brought a large group of journalists. The goods were said to the public ... "

The first guard Li Furan handed him a cigarette of the special product of the eight galaxy: "Taste-she said 'I have nothing to say about this, the general will not let me talk nonsense now, it is better that I perform a striptease for you' ? "

Poisson Yang took it, shook his head, and a smile flashed on his face: "The thing is wrong, the days at that time, now remembered, are good days-the general may want to stay in the eighth galaxy, What do you think?"

Li Furan was silent for a moment and replied, "Since the first guard responded to the call, follow him to the end."

"The eighth galaxy is independent of the Alliance. If it had been said in the past, it should be called a" pirate, "Poisson Yang took a deep look at him." How does this matter? Is the general plan to completely abandon the Alliance? In case One day the battle is going on, that is the confrontation between the two nations. Do we have to fight against those who were protected in the past? "

"Our generation is not too late. No one wants to turn around and work with the alliance. Nobody in the alliance has been in turmoil for decades. You shouldn't want to stand up anymore. The eighth galaxy transition channel has been disconnected. Everyone Well water does not violate river water, not to mention that if that one is really the son of General Lu Xin, the central government of the alliance must also take into account the feelings of the central army in various places. The best result is that everyone will live together peacefully in the future, but they have boundaries and can Communicate with each other, friendly neighbors, fight against common enemies, and not eat in a pot in private, each with his own. "Li Furan said," If you can really do this, I prefer to stay here. "

Poison Young looked up at him.

"The alliance for so many years has given me a feeling of bleakness. It is very tiring to stay with those people." Li Furan said, "The eighth galaxy is different ... I feel that one has been repeatedly struck by war, disaster, In the end, they had to cut off their own channels and closed themselves into an isolated island. However, they did not become a rigorous military empire or a true "pirate den." They also willingly invested a lot of money in the planetary antimissile system and On the interstellar expedition, it shows that there is vitality here, the legendary 'survivor' vitality. "

At the end of the Great Nautical Age, a pessimistic cosmic sociologist proposed the "survivor" theory.

He said: From now on, human beings came out of the grasslands and jungles, conquered the environment, conquered the land, conquered the earth, and then conquered the universe. To this day, they have reached the apex of history. From now on, they will either go downhill, Or on the top of the mountains, walking on the wire, every tiny invention, every change, will change human life upside down, the dimension of change will be deeper and deeper, the scope of influence will be more and more broad, and human nature Weakness and despicability inherent in us, we are all half-mads with deadly weapons, and it will be easy to destroy the world, civilization and ourselves. Fumbling in the dark, no one knows whether the next step is heaven or hell.

But in our race, there is always an incredible vitality that can re-germinate in the overthrow of death. When the world sinks, a few "survivors" will be selected by this vitality, and they will bear endless suffering. Step on the thorns and continue human life.

"Yeah," Poisson Yang whispered. "Even General Lu's declaration of freedom is retained here-have you received any news from the general?"

This is the habit of Lin Jingheng. If the silver and the ten guards are gathered together, he generally prefers to choose a more stable person to help him convey the order. It is either Poisson Yang of the three guards, or Li Fulan of the first guard. flea".

"Oh yes, the general just let us rest for three days," said Li Furan. "He recommended that we can go around in the eighth galaxy and call Turan to arrange it-but I see your brother In this respect, he really has a rapport with him. Before the general disbanded, he entered the tourism mode by himself. "

"Thomas Thomas, who is now ..." Posson Yang put a cigarette in his mouth, blocking his eloquence, and suddenly remembered something, "Oh, then, do you think the general and the general Lu? The relationship is not ordinary? "

Lin Jingheng, who was discussed by them, stood in the kitchen with a serious look, and pulled out a long spindle-shaped object from the robot's hand. There was a stick under it, and there were several wire-wound loops on it. For a moment, I did not see what it was used for, but judging by the shape of the device, I felt that it should have some kind of stirring function, so I put it into a small pot for cooking tea.

The robot hand slowly extended from the wall. The electronic housekeeper watched for a while and asked, "Sir, what are you doing to the tea?"

"Accelerate the extraction." Lin Jingheng swiped the flame under the pot with his personal terminal without raising his head. After comparing the intensity of the flame with the standard recipe, the personal terminal automatically displayed a small red line and floated to the air, telling him that "the fire was over fierce".

Lin Jingheng said "Oh", lowered the fire by one stop, and the personal terminal automatically scanned again, and a line of small blue letters floated, saying "The fire is too small."

Lin Jingheng: "..."

What the **** is this?

Zhan Lu said, "This recipe in your personal terminal is the recently published" Guide to Old Ladies. "It needs to be equipped with special kitchenware. The use rate of kitchenware at home is very low. It has not been updated for more than a decade. It is not so versatile and requires May I help you modify the kitchenware program? "

Lin Jingheng thought about it, thinking that the principle is to heat up the food to become cooked, and there is no need to cook with fire, so he waved at Zhan Lu.

Zhanlu also said, "And sir, the thing in your hand is called 'Egg Beater'."

Lin Jingheng stiffened, and then said without changing his face, "Nonsense, I don't know? Stir well to heat evenly and speed up the extraction. What's wrong?"

Zhan Lu: "No problem, your creativity is very humorous, hahaha."

Lin Jingheng turned off the fire deeply and looked at his face, as if thinking about the question of human life and death—then he brought the tea, which had become crimson, closer to the filter and poured it directly.

Zhanlu couldn't help but said, "Sir, the size of the filter should be reduced. This gear cannot filter liquid."

Lin Jinghengxin said that a broken filter has more gears than the missile sight, which is really sick. However, in front of Zhan Lu, he must pretend to be at ease, and said casually: "I know, I want to filter twice . "

Zhanlu is still comparing with him indifferently: "But increasing the number of invalid filters cannot ..."

"There is no end," Lin Jingheng interrupted him. "Why do you have so many opinions? I can't stop you from speaking, right?"

When Lu Bixing rushed downstairs, his freshly washed hair was still dripping. He couldn't care about rubbing, and ran all the way to the stairs until he saw Lin Jingheng's back, and he was relieved.

Lin Jingheng heard the movement, looked back at him, and then pushed out the mouthful Zhanlu from the wall and threw it on the "popcorn" probed by the door. The popcorn may have been misborn, and timid as a rat. Frightened, the fart rolled away and carried Zhanlu away.

Lu Bixing gently raised the corner of his mouth, then he stretched out his hand to support the handrail of the staircase, sat down on the steps, and looked at Lin Jingheng through the railing. He felt as if he had stepped on two **** of cotton under his feet. Can fly away from the star's gravity.

After the medicinal power of Soothing Agent No. 6 passed, Lu Bixing quickly cleared up his exposed emotions. "My heart is falling apart and my face is not moving"-this is not a skill that can be cultivated overnight, nor is it a habit that can be changed overnight.

Long time to repeat, there should be a river of thought to pour, but the exit for pour is too small, the tide of Tao Langtaotian is confined in a small dyke, but nothing can be said, only those The turbulent heart hit his chest back and forth.

And not knowing why, he found himself afraid to ask Lin Jingheng where he went and how he had been these years.

Lu Bixing rubbed his hands slowly, trying to keep his hands warm and soft, thinking: "Why don't I dare to ask?"

He is accustomed to asking himself, because he does not ask, and others dare not ask. A young boy will be chased by an offensive teacher to ask his mind, but no one dares to chase the chief and ask him what he is thinking. According to Lu Bixing's experience, his words, no matter how painful and heartbreaking, have to be heard.

If a person can feel that there is something in his heart, but pretends that he didn't hear it and ignores it, he will often retaliate against it, such as letting his ghosts fascinate him, and do something to copy his hair.

But he instinctively hesitated at this time, go around and avoid the topic of sixteen years.

When Lu Bixing was in a dream, he developed a skill. Because he knows that the person in the dream will disappear when he wakes up, so he can enjoy his brief company at midnight simply and without care, just like the end of the world. Emotions and sorrows were released to him undisguisedly as before.

However, after "dreams come true", after exulting, he found that his "extraordinary function" also disappeared. He had a lot of words to say, many emotions could not be expressed, and the horrible greed and love-hate fear The lower gourd floated into a scoop, making it trembled, and even raised a trace of uncontrollable desire for destruction.

Just as he hesitated alone, a cup was handed to him, and Lu Bixing looked up slowly.

"Freshly brewed milk tea," Lin Jingheng stretched out his hand, put his five fingers into his wet hair, brushed a strand of hair hanging from his forehead, and rubbed the thin cocoon on his finger over the scalp, making Lu Bixing gently tremble. After a moment, "Taste it."

What is the smell of the tea made by the eggbeater? Anyway, people who are used to drinking strong tea taste it, and feel that this is basically a glass of fake and shoddy milk mixed with water.

However, Lu Bixing did not think about it, and he has automatically made a "taste great" surprise expression. He carefully gathered the dark emotions that spread in his heart, pretending to say easily: "You, a person who lives on nutrition cream, actually will Do this? "

Lin Jingheng didn't smile, staring at his face.

Lu Bixing: "What's wrong?"

Lin Jingheng took his hand, pulled the cup over, took a sip, and frowned: "I asked Zhanlu to cook a pot for you again."

Lu Bixing's finger on the porcelain cup quickly tightened: "Hey, no need."

He paused, remembering the long past unskilledly, trying to regain the feeling of smooth oil cavity: "Even if you give me a cup of cold water, it will automatically turn into honey in me. I ..."

Lu Bixing faced him, some words were poor, and his voice broke for a moment, making people feel awkward. Lin Jingheng's eyes have been fixed in his eyes motionlessly, as patient and focused as he has been on the space station numerous times, dismantling the complicated situation.

Lu Bixing was a bit unbearable, and staggered his sight subconsciously.

"Can't remember what to say?" Lin Jingheng stood on the stairs below, bending down a little, "I teach you. If your unlucky partner is whimpering, and made a bunch of things that are difficult to get in by hand You eat, and force you to ask how it tastes. You used to-- "

After he finished speaking, he took a sip of "water-injected milk", pulled Lu Bixing directly into his mouth, Lu Bixing suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracted, and he swallowed accidentally.

Lin Jingheng reached out and touched the corner of his mouth: "Then tell me‘ how does it taste, do you taste it ’, have you learned it?”

Lu Bixing couldn't speak for a moment, and as soon as he inhaled, he swallowed in without swallowing the clean milk tea. He turned his head and coughed violently.

Lin Jingheng took away the tea cup in his hand, knocked on the handrail of the staircase, and the ubiquitous electronic butler extended a robotic hand from the staircase, and took away the tableware. Lin Jingheng thought for a while, walked to his side and sat down, pulled Lu Bixing's wrist, opened the personal terminal of two people, and set up a special association program.

Lu Bixing managed to cough out the milk tea from the air intake duct, and then heard a light beep on the personal terminal. A prompt floated on it: "The one-way location sharing setup was successful."

Later, a map popped up on his wrist, and a small red dot representing Lin Jingheng flashed beside him. Touching that little red dot, Lu Bixing could see what was around him and was talking to anyone through Lin Jingheng's personal terminal.

Lu Bixing was taken aback: "Wait, you ..."

Only the guardian and the child under the age of six will establish personal terminal location sharing, and they can know each other's movements at any time, but they are two-way, can locate each other, and use one-way positioning, usually in prison. This is an invisible shackle, and only the jailer needs to know what his prisoners are doing at all times.

Lin Jingheng held him down: "When you don't want to see me, you can turn it off."

Possessiveness is like the monster in Lu Bixing's heart. He growls anxiously in an iron cage, and desires people. However, people who use their bodies as prisoners cannot let these things go out to hurt others, even if it is so fierce. .

Lu Bixing felt that he was like a demon monster dragging his chain. His hands had been bruised with blood by the constantly struggling monster. Then he reached in with one hand and bounced gently on the head of the beast, and fed it a piece of meat.

He stared blankly at the beast, bowing his head, docilely lying on the ground, and gradually becoming quiet.

"I know there is a natural wormhole area near the heart of the rose. I think you also guessed that the first time I went to the eighth galaxy, I passed through it." Lin Jingheng said, "But after 16 years, I only Have a chance to go back there and try your luck. Do you want to know what happened after the seven or eight galaxy coalition was ambushed? "

Lu Bixing's eyes flickered.

"If you want to hear you, ask it clearly," Lin Jingheng forced him. "If you don't ask, I won't say."