Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

In the world of Terra, patients with ore disease make many people feel uncomfortable. On the one hand, once they suffer from this disease, it is equivalent to getting a death notice.

Another reason is that once a patient with ore disease dies, the tissues in the body will be replaced by the Origin Stone within a certain period of time and become a humanoid Origin Stone.

The length of this "certain time" depends on the degree of infection of the infected person. It may take a while for a mildly infected person to undergo this change due to accidental death. If it is a severely infected person, it will change in a very short time. Into a human-shaped source stone.

Source stones that can be used as industrial energy have such a high concentration, and there are many impurities that can cause instability.

The result is obviously a source stone that can explode at any time.

Once it explodes, an environment filled with high concentrations of Originium dust will be formed.

Unless perfect protective measures are taken, if you are exposed to such a high concentration of Originium dust for up to one minute, you will inevitably become one of those infected with Ore Disease.

Perhaps this is the most disgraceful aspect of ore disease.

Because of fear of this situation, once the ore patient dies or even becomes seriously ill, he will be abandoned immediately.

Few people think about trying their best to buy a little more time.

However, as the top ore disease prevention and treatment center in Terra World, Rhode Island is certainly different.

Here we not only implement the concept of rescue until the last second, but also take complete measures to prevent and control secondary contamination after the death of patients with ore disease.

The treatment room located on the lower floor of Rhode Island is designed to allow patients with ore disease to walk through the final stage of their life journey with dignity after death.

There are not many decorations, because the deceased does not need these. There is only an ordinary metal bed placed in the center of the disposal room.

Milin, who saw that his aura had become a little depressed, walked to the metal bed. When he came in, he glanced at the door number of the disposal room. Lapland put away his wanton expression and said:

"I should have changed into those clothes."

Because he was lying in the infirmary before, Lapland was still wearing a hospital gown... and it was a hospital gown with a bunch of restraints attached to it that was specially designed for mentally ill patients.

Seriously, this outfit suits this crazy she-wolf quite well.

"Are you saying that your elegant outfit is a bad omen?" Milin knew which set of clothes Lapland was talking about.

As a "decent" Italian mafia... oh no, the Syracuse Mafia Wolf, in addition to his daily outfit of windbreaker and hot pants, Lapland also has a suit specially designed to interpret what Sicilian elegance is. .

It is specially used to collect debts, pay the price, and also make formal attire for the funeral scene.

"Yes, I originally thought that the clothes were lost when I left Syracuse, but I didn't expect that you, Doctor, would find them." Lapland said in a strange tone.

She never understood how Milin found her suit, and when she found it, it was no different from when she lost it.

It was just like being found by Milin as soon as it was lost... You must know that at that time, Rhode Island was not called Rhode Island, and Lapland, who had just become a lone wolf, had no intention of defecting to a new master.

"After all, it cost me eighteen Origin Stones." Milin chuckled and gave an answer that made Lapland even more strange.

Immediately, Milin put away his smile and raised his fingers to brush over the frosted metal bed, as if he was wiping away the non-existent dust on the metal bed.

The remains of patients with ore disease who died due to various reasons will be moved here, and then gradually turned into Originium dust in this closed room.

"Doctor, are you missing her again?" Lapland asked not surprisingly.

In Lapland's impression, every Christmas, after distributing the gifts, Dr. Milin would secretly sneak into this disposal room and stay there for several hours.

"Do you miss it? A little bit." Milin glanced at his fingers that were still clean after wiping the metal bed. After all, everything has returned to dust, and dust has returned to dust.

After sighing for a moment, Mi Li took out the camera, which could be regarded as a treasure, from the storage space as if he remembered something.

I found a suitable angle and took a photo of the metal bed, which was clean and seemed to be cleaned every day.

A flash flashed, and the camera in his hand spit out a photo...

Milin, who picked up the photo and took a look at it, sighed and said:

"You want a knife on me again, but this time, my tears are not so cheap."

In the photo, "Dr. Rhode Island" wearing a full-face protective suit carries a scarred white rabbit like a princess to the metal bed in the treatment room.

Standing next to Milin, Lapland, who also saw what was in the photo in Milin's hand, asked curiously: "What kind of knife?"

"I remembered a sentence..." Milin, who did not explain to Lapland what the word "knife" meant, said: "The core of comedy is tragedy."

"...So in your eyes, Doctor, is everything in this land just a comedy?" Lapland, who didn't know why Milin suddenly became artistic, was silent for a while and said.

"No, I want to say..." Milin shook his head and said, "I can try to turn tragedy into comedy."

After hearing Milin's words, Lapland fell into silence again. After a while, he grinned and said, "Isn't this what you should do, Doctor!"

"You are right, this is what I should do." Milin raised his hand as if facing countless breathless audiences and said:

"The stage has been set, the curtain has been drawn, and the music is about to start..."

Milin's voice became louder and louder, but just when it was about to reach its maximum, Milin's voice suddenly dropped and said:

"But there are always people who don't want comedy laughter to appear on this stage."

In an instant, Lapland's ears stood up, his tail straightened, and he drew out his two swords that stayed with him even though he was wearing a hospital gown.

Lapland, who entered combat mode, scanned the quiet disposal room with his sharp wolf eyes, but did not find any enemies.

"Doctor?" A trace of confusion flashed across Lapland's face.

"Listen quietly to the sound of the sea." Milin closed his eyes and said.

"The sea..." Lapland was stunned for a moment and then immediately realized what Milin was talking about. The wolf, which was already on full alert, instantly exploded.

Since joining Rhode Island, Lapland has been following Dr. Milin in all his wars. He knows very well what kind of enemy "the sea..." means.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock" A sparse dripping sound came from somewhere in the treatment room.

The humidity in the air was also rising rapidly. Soon, the disposal room that was supposed to be kept dry became as humid as a seaside cave.

The lights in the disposal room flickered for a few times and then dimmed as if there was insufficient power supply. In the darkness, a song like the voice of a siren sounded.