Therapy Planet No. 13

"Arrogant!"

After listening to He Xiangbin's analysis, Locke raised his eyebrows and said dismissively.

"Isn't that all magic sticks? Always thinking of creating a real doomsday, or just jumping out at the end of the world and claiming that religion is the only relief."

Locke said with a deep understanding of religious routines: "Who knows what agreement the broken tower and the Federation reached? Let me tell you, both sides are so arrogant, the Federation thinks that this matter can be handled by itself - although it does The public opinion has been suppressed, but the Tower of Babel still thinks that if the Federation can't do a clean job, won't it finally get to it? But I didn't expect that the Federation's wings are hard, and it's really going solo!"

Gong Qiyi looked at Locke with a shocked face: "Can I take the liberty to ask, what exactly do you... do?"

Isn't this person walking beside a quack doctor addicted to deciphering?

Such lunatics generally only focus on the experiments at hand, why are they so sensitive to politics? !

What kind of people are around Dawn!

"doctor."

Locke thought about this question seriously: "At least it was and is."

Worker Seven: "…"

"But I can't guarantee that I'll still be after this ticket is done."

Locke's words are very strict, but his tone is always half-joking: "Maybe tomorrow I will become a homeless person."

He shrugged and muttered, "You'll have to take care of my daily expenses then."

He Fangbin pointed out sarcastically: "It's as if we forced you to do it."

"But it's you who proposed to follow me." Locke slammed the blame, "I didn't take the initiative to speak."

He Xiangbin said, "But you didn't refuse."

"…Humph!"

Locke strode forward, and the white coat that was almost dragged to the ground swayed back and forth, making a rare and continuous sound in a silent space, dispelling a dull silence.

This is a no-man's-land that is difficult to locate on a star map.

Since there are no minerals and no aboriginal people, the natural environment is quite harsh. Before it was discovered by the space fleet, there were no people in this place.

Such places are naturally not sought after by navigators and explorers, and even after the establishment of the Federation, they have not been able to attract official attention.

This kind of place can only be targeted under one circumstance—becoming a secret base for a certain force.

It is a pity that this star domain is so high that the emperor is far away, and even outside the domain, it does not belong to the jurisdiction of the federation at all. After this site was successfully occupied by the interstellar pirates, the surrounding area immediately stepped up efforts to set up a signal shielding system to be completely "independent".

If an ordinary person broke into this planet by mistake, he would definitely find that the place was deserted, so he immediately changed the course.

But at this time, Locke's group of people were walking in the vast desert, walking steadily, and could not see any hesitation in the direction.

"Stop pretending, don't you want to see what will happen to the two of them together?"

He Xiangbin sneered, his arms firmly wrapped around Dawn.

Gong Qi's wound didn't hurt his internal organs. Except for the skin injury on his back, everything else was hit on the mechanical limbs.

Although Locke is not a pilot, fortunately, the mechanical body is infinitely imitated by the human body structure. He browsed around the star network and bought a lot of jingling parts, and he just repaired it himself.

Gong Qi's reaction to this was: "Is there really no qualified mechanic in our team?"

Locke sneered: "Don't say qualified, none of us have ever gone to college."

Worker Seven: "..." Well, he underestimated the closed nature of No. 13.

Although Locke successfully adjusted Gong Qi's limbs, he was not very clever when reassembling - after all, Locke was doing anatomical work before, to sew things together, and still lacked some heat - so that Gong Qi is now able to move , but it will take time to wait for the point of juncture between automatic cellular repair and mechanical limbs.

Therefore, the responsibility of moving the dawn naturally fell on He Xiangbin's hands.

"But it's been a few days... Dawn still hasn't reacted at all for so long. There won't be any accidents, right?"

He Xiangbin pulled Liming into his arms and looked at her weak face worriedly.

Her body color is generally pale, her hair is silver-white, her skin is excessively white, which has not been exposed to sunlight for many years, and her pale blue blood vessels are clearly visible under the weak skin. Just like that, it can be blown away by a dust storm on this planet at any time.

His eyes were tightly closed, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he seemed to have had a very bad nightmare in his sleep - and this nightmare, just as Bin mentioned, after Locke tried to escape the two from Sanxingdui, never woke up.

"I might say that I have become a vegetable."

Lockheart can't spit out ivory from his mouth.

He took the lead, stopped in front of a dead tree, put his hand into the tree hole, and clasped his fingers lightly. The built-in fingerprint genetic lock automatically sensed that someone was approaching, revealing the sensing system inside.

After the blue light scanned, the dead tree automatically split open in front of them, revealing the bottom under the roots, and a dark hole was visible under their eyes.

This is an underground tunnel.

clack.

Locke took out the electro-optical device that he carried with him - even if technology has passed for so long, this portable lighting device has evolved from a kerosene lamp to a flashlight and then to the now popular "bead of light".

The small lighting equipment is embedded with a linked spiritual network device, like a mecha that can be re-synthesized after particleization, and hovers around the spiritual network around the user.

Bring a few more, it looks like a larger firefly from a distance.

"Don't stare at me like that, I didn't curse her to death."

Locke glanced sideways at his murderous Gong Qi, shrugged his shoulders, and said innocently: "I'm analyzing this purely from a doctor's point of view."

Firefly-like lights shuttled around a group of people, illuminating the scene within ten meters of the surrounding area.

A fist-sized bead of light rushed in front of Locke, and he bounced it off indifferently, saying: "Look, even if I control this thing now, I still need the control of the mental network. Generally speaking, human beings whose mental threshold exceeds 1 - of course , Now basically human beings are born, or a little later, after one year old, the spiritual threshold of human beings can grow to this standard. Based on this most basic spiritual power that everyone has, the Federation developed the Star Network."

"Traditionally speaking, the use of mental power we mentioned generally only thinks of the use of large-scale machinery such as mechas. But in fact, we often ignore the most basic things such as linking the star network and controlling light beads... The consumption of life skills - although these things don't consume much mental energy, don't forget that the mental web is the only foundation on which modern human beings live."

"In Dawn's situation, assimilating others and instilling thoughts is equivalent to burdening multiple people. Not to mention this is almost impossible in history, no matter how strong her mental power is, assimilating a person can only be said to be Reluctantly, not to mention who was responsible for that when he was in Sanxingdui at that time... oh, the assimilation of the boy named Yurek."

"And we don't fully understand how this assimilation is done or what the consequences will be."

Locke glanced at Dawn, who was still in a coma: "—But now it can be seen that the casualties of the assimilation body will be damaged to a certain extent by the spiritual network of the main body. As for the proportion of the relationship, then Still have to 'observe' slowly."

He paused, showing a thoughtful expression: "It's best to backlash a few times."

"You!" Gong Qi was furious.

Locke: "I'm only in charge of exploring science, not moral construction... What's more, it's good for this kid to figure out the specific data. At least it's better than the current passive state."

I don't know why, Mingming Locke just glanced at him lightly, but Gong Qi felt that the full of ridicule in his eyes was not weaker than the lethality of big men like Riley.

The most important thing is that Gong Qi felt that Locke had something to say.

Gong Qi muttered: "Then we can't let Dawn come... Can you replace the data collection with someone else?"

"congratulations."

Locke chuckled and stopped in front of a closed secret door.

Judging from the appearance of the material, there is hardly a trace of gaps in the material. Even a layman like Gong Qi can see that it is of great value.

"Congratulations... what?" Gong Qi was at a loss.

Locke turned to look at him and said as usual, "Congratulations, you finally officially joined our camp."

Worker Seven: "?"

Locke curled his lips contemptuously: "When you start to avoid the possibility of your own danger and transfer this danger to other groups, you have already stepped into the immoral camp with half a foot."

Humans are prone to a kind of thinking, which is "why".

Many people are used to asking "Why is it me" in the face of disappointment, and at the same time they will unconsciously think "Why not him"? And few people will think "why not me"?

When this thought acts, the pain spreads like this.

He stretched out his hand to stick to the door, and the dark blue light radiated faintly, like a school of fish in the deep sea, rippling in the silent silence.

The door automatically shrunk to the sides to allow only one person to pass sideways.

Locke cleared his throat, ignoring the hesitant eyes of Gong Qi and He Xiangbin behind him, and took the lead to get in.

He tidied up his collar and was dignified, bending over 30° in a classic etiquette gesture.

"Your Majesty, today I have brought you a new guest to greet you."

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