Therapy Planet No. 13

George changed into a clean black shirt with the collar unbuttoned, revealing a small white collarbone.

Wearing off-white casual trousers, he seemed to consciously want to lift Erlang's legs, but he put them down immediately after they overlapped.

With his hands on his knees and his back straight, he only sat on a third of the rattan chair. From time to time, he looked out the window, but he quickly retracted his gaze, and his gaze flickered on the small round table by his hand:

There was a small plate of cake with a rich chocolate aroma on it, and the brown coffee smelled faintly on the side. The sunlight slanted in from the side glass window, making his whole person's uneasiness covered with a thin layer of velvet light.

All the wounds on his body have been successfully repaired by the nano-robots, and he can't even see a trace of scars, finally revealing the delicate facial features originally hidden under the stand collar and scars.

In all fairness, this is a good looking lad.

Short and black hair, slightly three-dimensional facial features, and fair skin have a beauty that will be broken at any time under the sunlight. The heroic spirit of the young man is vividly set off by the long-term training and strong body, not to mention the calm and unwavering silence hidden under the pupils.

"How are you resting?"

Angel pushed the door and walked in with a cup of tea-colored drink.

George looked up to see the color of the glass, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. Then he quickly calmed down, and subconsciously reached out to the poetry collection on the small round table next to him, put the book on his lap, and nodded immediately. Answers to Angel's inquiry.

"Don't be so nervous. This is a very famous fruit in this place. Juicing is very delicious. Although the color is similar to 'ice tea', the effect is completely different."

Angel took a sip and invited with a smile, "Would you like to try some?"

"No," George replied immediately, with a palpable tiredness in his voice.

"What about the desserts?" Angel continued to ask, "The desserts are made by the most famous dessert chefs in the nearby star field and then shipped by air. The coffee beans are also authentic earth products. I believe the taste will not be bad."

A small piece of cake had been scooped out by a fork, revealing obvious jaggedness, apparently eaten by someone.

"Fine." George nodded.

Angel smiled: "Don't be so restrained... I'm not a devil. You see, there are still many things worth experiencing in this world, why live in that kind of boring asceticism? The most important thing in human life is not Is it just a joy? Compared with the previous ascetic practice, isn’t the current life a lot happier?”

George twitched the corners of his mouth and finally looked at Angel.

There was confusion and anger in those dark pupils, he pointed to his heart and said, "But here, I can't feel it anymore."

"Hmm... This kind of thing comes slowly. After all, I just experienced such a thing. It will take a little time to restore trust in the world."

Angel shrugged indifferently, "Even if you don't believe me, you should believe Lui - do you remember her? She is the one who captured you before - she is a living and reliable example around you."

George was stunned for a moment, then relaxed again. He kept his mouth shut: "When do we start?"

"It's up to you to believe it or not." Angel raised his eyebrows and didn't dwell too much on this topic.

She focused her attention on the poetry collection next to her, but replied, "This sentence should not be asked of me, but of you - are you ready? If you don't like someone asking you, you can write it down... There is no time limit, the time in the entire room belongs to you."

George's eyes dropped, he avoided Angel's gaze, and his eyes were on the bronzing poetry collection on the side.

It seems not.

Angel had a panoramic view of George's reaction.

But this was also expected, so she was not surprised.

Destroying a person’s heart is similar to the steps of demolishing a house: first, a large area of ​​blasting must be carried out, and secondly, it takes time to wait to prevent flying rocks or other safety hazards. mission complete.

Time for another push in the back.

"A man has two me... One is awake in the light, the other is asleep in the dark... This is my favorite poem, how about you?"

Angel suddenly approached, picked up the book of poetry with one hand, and saw the opened page.

"Ah, I like this one too."

She leaned down slightly and put her lips in George's ear, "No one here can hear your prayers, do you know why?"

George's eyes froze suddenly.

Angel's mouth did not open, but her words came clearly into George's mind.

This is the ability that Siloest has.

At first, George thought that the phrase "my child, you are doing well" was the response of the gods of faith to him, but that phrase only appeared once and disappeared without a trace.

In its place is endless sinking and spiritual depravity.

At first, he was able to comfort himself with "this is a test", but until that happened, when he got up from a naked girl, he completely began to doubt whether that sentence was just his own hallucination.

The Tower of Babel believes that there is nothing that cannot be solved by communication, but it is the different languages ​​that create communication barriers that lead to the root cause of violence.

But George still remembers what happened when he lost his mind.

no no no.

But he couldn't hear it, there was no thing that transcended language, violence still happened, and it wasn't even driven by language at all, and the gods didn't come.

However, just when he was about to give up, he heard this voice that transcended language again.

From the devil here.

And it was this voice that made him groggy and convinced that everything he did was a response to the reward of the gods.

"why."

George's lips moved, but no sound came out.

Angel narrowed his eyes and laughed lightly.

The sweet-looking demon whispered in his ear: "If you worship the existence that transcends language, then I am your god."

George's body began to tremble. At first, it was only a slight tremor, but soon, he couldn't suppress the chill in his heart, and even the knuckles holding the arm of the rattan chair turned white.

There are two ways to destroy beliefs: first, let him be abandoned by his beliefs;

Second, let him know that there are no gods in this world.

"By the way, this place has been controlled by the federal government. Although your friends have all gone back, the lovely priests have also followed the federal government to preach... Well, according to the direction, it should be an action of the federal government to rectify discipline. In addition, for now, there is no news of the missing person."

Angel put the collection of poems back into George's hands, and said condescendingly, "If you are not ready to say anything, I allow you to read this collection of poems... After all, we still have a long, long time, so be patient."

Angel left, and was stopped by George before he left: "By the way, that... girl, how is it now?"

"It's good, I took the money and left happily." Angel said indifferently, "After all, our remuneration is very generous... In addition, I forgot to tell you, that appearance is also from the show, um... The acting is really good. , I almost believed it, what do you think?"

George froze in place.

Angel suddenly stopped when he twisted the door handle, and left a sentence in George's mind: "Welcome to the new life."

The door clapped, shutting out the brief noise.

George's fingers rubbed the rough texture of the paper. Although it was well preserved, the publication year of this collection of poems can be traced back to two thousand years ago, so the paper is yellowed so badly that if you use a little force, you will be worried that it will be broken easily.

At this time, the poem that was placed in front of George was almost pierced by his burning eyes:

In space no one can hear your scream;

And in a black hole, no one can see your disappearance;

I sit in the twilight and look at the vast space and time,

Such as the dazzling stars and the silent silence day and night.

"My life is fading away..."

George closed his eyes, murmured his lips, and a contemptuous smile crept out of his throat.

The laughter grew louder and filled almost every crevice in the house.

He suddenly collected the poems, there was a dull sound, picked up the electronic pen and paper that had been prepared on the table, took a deep breath, and slowly wrote the first line of words following the sun beam on the notebook.

My life is fading away,

Consumed by the silent ink.

***

"Oh? This kid finally started writing."

As soon as Angel went out, Yue Ge raised his head in surprise and boasted, half sarcasm and half praise, "You're quite good at it."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Angel nodded slightly and accepted the boast as a matter of course.

"Before you... that friend, why did you kill her?"

Lu Yi was flipping through an e-magazine bored, and suddenly asked without end, "If her purpose is to die... After a breakdown, most people either seek death or life, but if she doesn't choose to commit suicide, then she must Survival."

But you still killed her as a friend.

"the reason is simple."

Angel said softly: "Because that was the first task I received."

She closed her eyes and said with a hint of regret and a heavy tone, "Because of religious vendettas, someone paid me to destroy this small sect. I took it, and then, it was done."

Lu Yi was at a loss for a moment.

She suddenly remembered Angel's strangeness when he first mentioned this friend.

That look is somewhere between guilt and indifference, even with a hint of nostalgia.

Even someone like Angel would feel guilty when he did his first mission, right?

Lu Yi thought uncertainly, but she tried her best to examine her past, but powerlessly found that although she remembered every mission she performed, she could only swipe from beginning to end from a side-by-side perspective.

She was almost certain that if asked to discuss something she had done before, her tone would have been flat — exactly like a debriefing report.

Lui suddenly felt a chill to the bone.

"By the way, I'm curious, aren't you so-called 'wild dogs'? What method would you use in this situation before?" Angel avoided the topic, his tone became light again, and he asked Yue Ge.

Yue Ge scratched his head: "I haven't encountered such a difficult...religious paladin before! We were just a religious rumor before, and we didn't expect it to actually exist. But if we meet...I guess it will be the same? At most It took a while."

As he talked, Yue Ge was even more certain: "Well, after all, they are all people, and their mouths can always be opened."

"Ah... here it is."

Yue Ge handed the electronic board in front of him to the others present, "The little toy made by Huo Wen... What George wrote can be simultaneously transmitted to this screen, the target is Lui, that's right, the reason is..."

"What did you do a year ago?" Yue Ge asked in confusion.

"ah."

A look of surprise appeared on Angel's face.

A year ago, Lui performed a mission called "The Seed of Silois" and was exiled to Planet 13. He managed to escape from it all. Now, after going around, someone came to the door because of this matter. ?

There was also a dark look in Lu Yi's eyes.

The highest-level secret order, only the executor and Armi know.

Even what Almi did for the Federation, the scope of knowledge should be limited to the military and the Federation.

But why... a religion intervened?

Does the military know?

Does the Commonwealth know?

Why did the Church of Babel not hesitate to expose its armed forces to the public and face the danger of being inspected by the federal government at any time to meddle in the affairs of the military and the federal government?

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