Therapy Planet No. 13

Li Ming blinked, not knowing whether he understood or not, showing the innocence that a child should have, "I will tell the teacher."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Angel, who frowned while eating the dinner that had completely lost her original appearance, revealing a row of neat white teeth: "Ann, you must cherish the present."

"why?"

Angel narrowed her eyes, and she noticed the subtle change in the name of the little devil's head.

"Because when you enter treatment room 13, you will realize how happy it is to be able to eat now."

Dawn's fork and the silver dinner plate, which is between porcelain and stainless steel, made a dull sound.

"Goodbye~"

Xiao Guitou was also eating fast, and soon disappeared in front of the two of them like the wind.

It's just that the message left behind is meaningful, Angel and Luy looked at each other strangely, Lui felt that Angel's eyes were burning like a fire, and quickly retracted it.

"Tsk, you're scared." Angel tilted his head and suddenly leaned to the edge of Louis' earlobe and bit his ear.

The sultry breath was sprayed on Lui's earlobe, and a tinge of redness quickly rushed to the base of his ear.

Angel found that Lui's earlobes were very sensitive to this kind of unexpected surprise, and couldn't help but teasing him repeatedly.

"A506!"

When the instructor in charge of guarding saw this scene, he immediately shouted: "Don't talk to each other!"

Angel was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized that he was calling his serial number. He vaguely remembered that there was indeed such a rule in the "Academy Rules", so he shrugged, showing a look of panic: "Sorry."

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There are also regulations for the eating time of three meals a day, which is quite long compared to regular military academies, but for Union citizens who are used to being sloppy, it is not an easy thing to adapt to meet their dietary needs within the stipulated time. .

Louis almost controlled the speed of his eating and followed the plate returned by Angel.

The plate is returned, the study ends, and the punishment begins.

Angel once wanted to smash the instructor's head to see if it was flesh and blood, or a bionic man made of high-grade materials.

- Otherwise, how could he be haunted like a dutiful robot?

Perhaps it was because of their special "source" and no sense of resistance at all. The instructor didn't carry the two of them away like the "Capital Star", as if taking visitors on a tour, striding through the layers of turns and clips. Corner, and finally stopped in front of an ordinary wooden door.

There is a halo of log color outside, and a small trumpet sign is suspended on the wall on the side, and a big "X" is drawn with a red beam on the top.

The highest level of silent device.

"Go in."

The instructor said to the two of them, without waiting for Angel to speak, Lu Yi obediently turned the doorknob, turned sideways, and silently forced Angel behind him to go first.

Clean, tidy, pure white from floor to ceiling and the surrounding interior walls without a trace of magazines.

The soles are stepped on the ground, and the dust brought in from the outside rustles on the floor, and is quickly absorbed by the self-cleaning floor - this kind of excessively abnormal clean floor facing the crowd is often fixed as a patient with severe cleanliness .

Or a laboratory that needs to be kept specifically clean.

The entire room was empty except for a single leather single bed in the center.

On the head of the bed was a pure white helmet, just big enough to cover the entire head.

"Two people?"

At this time, a person who was almost at one with the environment turned from standing with his hands behind his back to the door and asked the instructor outside the door.

A white coat, white skin, and a pair of eyes that are extremely pale silver.

It's just that there is a silver instructor badge on the left chest of the white coat, which proves that he is a person specially responsible for the operation of the treatment equipment.

The instructor nodded, and his eyes shifted a little in Angel's direction.

With Qi Yong's advance notice, everyone regarded the latent Lu Yi as "one of their own".

This time, the dismantling was only aimed at Angel.

That's all.

"Lie down."

As the instructor made a "click" sound as he pulled the door from the outside, the therapist's steady and calm voice rang out, "A506, you go first."

Angel raised his mouth, "Why?"

However, no one was talking nonsense to her, so the therapist directly said to Lu Yi, "L209, you help put the person up."

Seeing Lu Yi's unhindered expression, Angel immediately surrendered, "Ok, don't bother you old man! I'll go by myself!"

She quickly lay down on the single bed, and reached out her hand obediently to touch the helmet, but the therapist directly photographed her paw, and said concisely:

"Lie down and don't move."

"Well..." Angel shyly put away his paws that he was trying to make small movements, his wet eyes indiscriminately discharged to the therapist, sending out weak, pitiful, and helpless signals, "Then...then be gentle, I'm afraid of pain~"

The therapist ignored her and fixed the helmet on her head on his own. When everything was ready, he said to Lu Yi, "Come here and hold her down."

Angel noticed that there was a faint smile on his mouth.

Debug, button, start.

In the process of researching the brain, the researchers found that when the mental threshold exceeded 1, they could connect their mental network with the star network, everyone was in an uproar.

This means that human beings can freely control part of their brain consciousness. Many people who worship the ancients call it the embodiment of Dantian proposed by ancient Eastern Taoism, or the concretization of meditation mentioned by Buddhism. It is even more outrageous. Philosophically, monism, which directly denies materialism, turns to support dualism, which is both material and spiritual, which is not recognized by academia.

No matter how intense the discussion was at that time, the discovery of the mental network has become a fact, and the division of mental thresholds has become the so-called common sense later. The strength of the mental threshold is often equated with the matching degree of the star network and the mecha.

The helmet seemed to have a hypnotic effect, and Angel soon found himself unable to move.

But not completely "lost consciousness".

She could feel Lu Yin's slightly calloused palm firmly locking her wrist, and she could hear the even breathing of the three people in the room. What was even more acute was the terrifying awakening of consciousness, as if she had just recovered from a long I woke up in the dream, and every cell in my body was screaming.

"...It doesn't seem to feel anything... Why don't you try something more intense?"

Angel couldn't open his eyes, and could only rely on his keen hearing to judge where the so-called treatment was going.

In the first second of debugging, there is no feeling.

For the second second, I didn't feel anything.

The third second, still no feeling.

"Some people's mental network is stronger, and they do need greater stimulation..."

"L209, you hold her limbs, not just her wrists."

As these words fell, Angel suddenly felt a sharp stinging pain from the temples on both sides!

She instinctively wanted to curl up together, but Lui dutifully held her body still.

From the lively laughter and scolding to the pale powerlessness that is close to collapse is a momentary thing.

It was as if someone was holding a gravity hammer and a small long needle violently destroying your spiritual net. For a moment, Angel felt as if he had lost control of his spiritual net, and he was soaked in a lot of cold sweat. Wet, from the brain to the heart, there is only heart-wrenching pain.

"Gag her mouth and bite her tongue carefully."

Lu Yi quickly imprisoned Angel's lips that subconsciously wanted to self-mutilate. The wound that had just scabbed on the lips was bitten by herself again, and the faint smell of blood permeated the treatment room.

Lu Yi could see that this was a kind of destruction specifically aimed at the spiritual network.

As if a part of his body was being torn apart alive, Angel's chest rose and fell violently. Although it was not a physical injury, the hysteria that erupted at that moment was called despair!

"You want me to die!"

When Lui removed the helmet from Angel's head according to the therapist's request, Angel opened his eyes weakly and found that he couldn't control the movement of his limbs, so he could only say this.

Very sure.

The therapist shrugged with admiration in his tone, "Not bad."

Lui noticed that there were small black spots on both sides of Angel's temples that had been burned.

"You want me to die here."

Angel's tone calmed down, the mental network was stimulated too much just now, and her spirit was a little sluggish.

"Who told you to come where you shouldn't." The therapist finally didn't go around in circles with her.

What Angel wanted to say was interrupted impatiently by the therapist.

He said indifferently: "Everyone here is like this, you are not alone."

When Lui was lying on it, the therapist did not adjust to Angel's intensity.

Although the pain is still tolerable.

However, when the intensity gradually increased, Lui gradually realized that the damaged mental net began to move his original range little by little. To be more precise, there was a slight evolution within the spiritual net.

She could clearly feel that in the originally unified and huge spiritual realm, there seemed to be another group of discordant little things that was gradually growing and expanding.

Unobtrusive and subtle, but not to be ignored.

Compared with the original spiritual net that was as quiet as a deep pool, this new one gave people a feeling of explosive, manic and unstable disordered balance, like an active volcano that could erupt at any time, and every part of it exudes a feeling.

Angel gave her the feeling.

Restless, crazy, ready to burn out at any moment.

From the flames, Lui saw a vague bird-shaped outline, spread out his long wings, and repeated birth and death in the blink of an eye.

Phoenix.

A name came out of her mouth:

"...Phoenix..."

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