Chapter 87: Is this a gift for me

There is a command post in the center of the military base left by the Anti-Uzbek Army. Lin Jingheng temporarily lives in the lounge next to the conference hall on the fifth floor of the command post. Inside the command station, if the noise canceller is not installed in the room, it can probably He was deaf by the sound of mech ups and downs. It was not originally used for long-term residence. Actually, the Fangwuwu planned a special accommodation area, with mountains and water and away from noise, but Lin Jingheng was too far away to bother to pass.
Lu Bixing didn't want to meet too many people, so he didn't take the elevator, flew a kiss at the intelligent monitor at the corner, and slipped into the emergency stairwell.
Lu Bixing carried a heavy "eighth galaxy" and ran up the stairs briskly. Only in front of the crowd, his attention was distracted by the chief of worrying about the country and the people, and he was not so reconciled. At this time, in the empty staircase, all the thoughts fell like a tide. "It's never been stronger. The star ’s gravity seemed to have failed him for a while. Lu Bixing seemed to be able to fly at each step, and soon changed from step by step to step by step. At the junction of the fourth floor and the fifth floor, Lu Bixing was completely out of touch. I remember taking a few steps, as if stepping on his feet, he "flyed" to the fifth floor in a fog.
The happiness in his heart was like a balloon that kept blowing up, and inflated to the apex when he came out of the stairwell-and then leaked into the empty corridor.
Because when Lin Jingheng was here, there were always people coming and going on this floor, and it was impossible to be so quiet.
Lu Bixing's fast-moving heart fell vertically, and he smashed a pit in his heart.
"Not here." He exhaled a sigh of heat, stood disappointed for ten seconds, then laughed at himself, and came to the door of Lin Jingheng's lounge. He first put down the heavy "eighth galaxy", then raised his wrist, ready to contact Lin Jingheng sighed, "I want to surprise you."
At this time, Lu Bixing accidentally raised his elbow to the door of the rest room. As soon as he touched the door panel, he noticed a ray sweeping, and a mechanical voice came from his ear: "Scanning for identity-"
Lu Bixing took a moment to think, "Is this a visitor recorder?"
The visitor recorder is a small device installed on the door lock. When there is a visitor, it can scan and identify the visitor. The colleague sends the visitation information to the owner's personal terminal.
Lu Bixing quickly adjusted his expression and posture, leaned his shoulders obliquely against the door, and greeted the scanner with a merry greeting: "Hi, General, it's me, you ..."
He wanted to say "not surprised," and before Sao had finished, he heard the smart door saying, "Pass."
Lu Bixing: "... Ah?"
With a click, the lounge door opened, and Lu Bi, who was leaning against the door, was caught off guard and almost planted it.
Lu Bixing subconsciously reached out to help the wall. He just reached the closet and moved the door. The sliding door moved twenty centimeters forward, revealing a row of identical shirts. Lu Bixing and the shirts looked at each other for a moment. Only then did he react to himself Broke into Lin's lounge.
He looked back in disbelief at the door lock of the lounge in disbelief: "You put me in like this? Are you ... are you broken?"
Door lock—not smart enough to chat with him, silent.
Lu Bixing accidentally opened someone else's diary. On the one hand, he was curious and scratched his liver, on the other hand, he was inexplicably flustered and short of breath, and he dared not look around. He hesitated for a moment, and suddenly realized that Lin had set his pass permissions on the lounge door, which was equivalent to giving him the key ... although he didn't tell him.
His surprise has not yet been sent out, and a copy has been received.
Lu Bixing held his breath involuntarily, his vest exuded a thin layer of sweat, carefully picked up his "eighth galaxy", and stomped into Lin Jingheng's small lounge.
The area is small and the furnishings are simple. In addition to the closet and toilet at the door, there is only a refrigerator less than one meter high and a single bed. The sheets are very flat, like iron, spotlessly white, and Lu Bixing is sorry to sit. On his bed, he made three rounds in the room, and he couldn't find a place to sit.
Fortunately, the floor was also spotless. Lu Bixing simply placed the "eighth galaxy" on the top of the refrigerator, raised his trouser legs, sat on the floor, took the refrigerator as a backrest, looked around at this small and orderly space, and thought of his own Ji Fei Dog jumped to the nest, and the initial favor was overwhelmed. He began to worry about thinking, "Is this almost a clean habit? Will he be able to bear me with him in the future?"
There are countless stories of love and difficulty in the book, and many emotions are buried in the details of daily life.
Lu Bixing thought more and more that the problem was serious, and seriously considered the details of life. He opened his personal terminal, cast the projection on the opposite white wall, wrote and drew on it with an electronic pen, and wanted to design an empty one. Automatic home cleaning system. When Lin Jingheng arrives in ten minutes, it can clean the whole family with one click—dust removal, noise reduction, disinfection, sonic cleaning, and return everything to its place ...
Lu Bixing traveled around the galaxy for a week, sometimes day and night, and flew in the mech for more than ten hours. After the ebb brought by hormones, the fatigue quickly swept him. The furniture jumped up and down in his head, making a mess, he leaned on the small refrigerator and fell asleep, leaving a mess of projections on the white wall.
The identification system on the gate is not very intelligent. Only when scanning the "visitor", will he send a letter to Lin Jingheng's personal terminal. Those who have permission to pass will be automatically regarded as the owner, so it remains silent.
When Lin Jingheng returned, it was almost evening.
Turan finished the captive and was not surprised. There was no gain. He reported as he walked: "These people collect money to work, they don't know who their superiors are, and they are very well organized. A person similar to the captain said, He used to transport 'opium' in the seven galaxies, and was just sent to the eight galaxy to test the water. There should be ten to twenty small mech teams with him. Working for them is very rewarding, and he can replace the chips for free. "
Lin Jingheng: "Free chip replacement? They all injected this kind of chip."
"Yeah, otherwise with these little hoops, how could the human-machine match be so high-their average is at least 80% or more. Since we were dragged down by the gang of self-defense forces, I am very I have n’t seen the number eight before. Fortunately, they ca n’t operate, and we have a lot of people.
Turan said,
Is n’t it necessary to disassemble the chip before asking? Alas, it ’s miserable ... no anaesthetic works, just faint Those who can awake awkwardly, crying and trembling, don't need to punish confessions at all, they are crazy. The pleasure and power brought by this chip is unimaginable, and it is much more powerful than Eden. "
After all, the Garden of Eden is regulated, whether it is to regulate hormone levels or to stimulate the senses, both need to undergo rigorous medical evaluation to ensure safety and health-that year, Yevgeniya publicly confessed to Lin Jingheng, entrained with a small amount of hormone stimulation, Later, it was reported that because it slightly exceeded the amount prescribed by the management committee, Yevgeniya, the marketing company and the regional Eden supervision department paid a fine of 50 million each ... Of course, they were all in a group. It's hard to say without implementation.
But the public's dependence on Eden is ultimately psychological.
Lin Jingheng asked: "Do you mean this chip will destroy the brain structure and create irreversible dependence?"
Turan said categorically: "Absolutely. Didn't Mr. Lu invite a medical team to make the mutant rainbow virus a while back? I asked them to show it, and they just replied to me there. The specific situation needs further study. However, I am afraid that this chip is more harmful than the existing drugs on the market. Among the captives we caught, the shortest one used a biochip for only one week, and it has produced a very serious withdrawal response. General, if this continues, even in the future Eden is restored, and those infected with 'opium' chips will not be able to get rid of it. "
Lin Jingheng frowned. He suddenly remembered that Lu Bixing didn't react very much when dismantling the chip. For the first time, he could see that he was a little unwilling, but there was no substantial resistance, and the injuries on his body were all during his use of the chip. He was hit by external forces, and his emotions were very stable. Afterwards, he was placed in the medical cabin for a full physical examination, and there was no addiction warning in the medical cabin.
He remembered the one-eyed eagle and he said that Lu Bixing had some degree of cephalocephalic symptoms as a child ...
"They went to the eighth galaxy to implement this kind of thing, and the banner was" Eden. "Anyway, the people of the eight galaxies have never seen what Real Eden looks like," Turan continued. "The first implantation of the chip is free. But they need to change it almost once a month, and then how to set the price, the other party said that they have not yet notified, waiting to see the implementation of the eight galaxy. "
Lin Jingheng groaned for a moment: "The medical system in the Garden of Eden can detect the harm of this biochip. Once the Garden of Eden is restored, people who have not touched this thing will return to the" protective shell ", and how much profit can be made by those behind the scenes. It depends on how long Eden is absent ... so will this person be a person who can affect the process of restoring Eden? For example, he will have a right to speak in the management committee. "
Turan immediately said: "Understanding, the seven directors and their close relatives."
She said that she was unintentional, but Lin Jingheng suddenly passed a layer of shadow in her heart, thinking of Lin Jingzhen, who was said to have been sent to the fortress of Angel City.
At this point, the two of them had already reached the entrance of the lounge. Lin Jingheng reached out and pushed the door absently. The door lock immediately passed the owner's identity and popped open, but a ray of light flowed out of the room.
The two people at the door stopped at the same time.
In the dimly lit room, a beam of projection light hit the wall, giving a warm light effect to the cold white wall. Messy lines and numbers were crookedly hung on the wall, and there were a few lines near the nonsense. I could n’t see what was written, and accidentally dotted the empty wall surface, and the color of the entire room softened.
And on the small refrigerator at the bedside, I don't know who put a crystal glass ball with a diameter of about one meter. It is a starry sky. It is surrounded by carved landscapes and buildings like a dome. It is illuminated by the projection light source. The stars and small stone carvings shone brightly together, and the shadows slid obliquely on the snow-white sheets, a radiance.
Lin Jingheng took two steps forward and found the light source—Lu Bixing's wrist on his knee, and he was already on his knees and fell asleep in this position. A part of the light reflected in the crystal ball also flowed to his side. Face, hair that has not been trimmed for a long time hangs at the ear, and the ends of the hair look like a star.
As soon as Turan raised her hand to cover her mouth, she screamed in her heart. She actually thought that this person was an innocent technical house, and wanted to share his experience with him!
No wonder Lu Bixing rejected her with a genuine face at the time, turned out to be a hidden master of folk! Turan glanced at Lin Jingheng's expression secretly, feeling a series of parallels in his heart: "General, rest the vegetables, belittle the enemy, planted."
Turan said nothing, turned around and withdrew, and took the door for them before leaving, and ran away a long way away, still feeling reluctant, feeling that his objection to the fixed spouse's outlook on life had been shaken, and he had to stay away from them.
Lin Jingheng heard a soft ringing sound from the door before returning to God, and found that Turan had run away. He was like a fool lost in a strange place. After a while, he walked lightly, kneeling slowly, his raised hand hovering in the air hesitantly, his fingers stretched out and pinched back, repeatedly Several times, I don't know how to be good.
He remembered his tenth birthday-he and Jingjing's birthday were a little special. For some reason, the real birthday was half a month earlier than the date registered in the Garden of Eden, so every year they were surrounded by the Garden of Eden on the wrong day. People were so noisy all day long that they could only exchange an e-card with their sister on their birthday, and they were used to it.
It was only that year that he just separated from his sister. I did n’t know what was happening on Lin Jingying ’s side. He could n’t contact his personal terminal. He could n’t send out the regular business cards every year. He remembered the home he would never go back to and chased him. Girl, dazed and restless. However, in other people's homes, he still had to hold back, what should be done, and nothing happened, so he was lethargic all day, and rejected the request of Eden to adjust his emotions for four times ... until he returned to the room at night, opened the door and ran into the head Got a simulated mech model in the room-slightly higher than the adult, exactly the same ratio as the interstellar mech, children can lie inside, and even have a simulated safety spirit net, you can play games after connecting .
Lin Jingheng remembered that he was standing at the door stupidly at the time, forgetting which leg to take, and thought incredulously, "Is this a gift for me?"
Without the ten-year-old mecha-shaped game machine, Lin Jingheng may not necessarily enter Wulan College, entangled with mecha for life, and he may become a scholar, an ordinary worker in a government department ... … Or leave Votor early and go to the desolate Star Trek.
Nearly forty years later, Lin Jingheng looked at the young man in front of him, and there was something inexplicable in his heart.
He thought: Is this a gift for me?
At this time, Lu Bixing may be in an uncomfortable posture. He suddenly moved it, leaning his head on the refrigerator door to the side and broke the balance. Seeing that he was going to fall to the side, Lin Jingheng quickly reached out to support him, and his cold fingers wrapped around him. Lu Bixing's side face woke up.
He was a little sleepy, and for a moment forgot where he was. Looking at Lin Jingheng in front of his eyes, his mind was blank: "Uh, I ..."
Lin Jingheng removed his hand from his face. The temperature in his palm seemed to be sticky, sticking to him, making him not want to let go: "Huh?"
Lu Bixing became tense for no reason, licked his lips unconsciously, and explained incoherently: "I'll send something, er ... then, the door will open as soon as you push, you ..."
He suddenly choked in his throat, because Lin Jingheng left his side of his face and put it on the small refrigerator behind him, and suddenly got closer, when Zhou Zheng's deep eyebrows suddenly pushed into the distance, the pair of irises remained for years. The gray mist seemed to stir up the storm, and if he wanted to swallow him down, Lu Bixing heard him say in a very low, but rare and indifferent voice, "I set your permission to pass."
Lu Bixing's fingers taut on one side tightened.
Lin Jingheng's eyes dropped slightly, fell on his lips, and then slipped away again. The person asked in a very destructive manner: "I am not very easy to get along with, and I ’m not good to you. Why did you choose me?"
Lu Bixing: "..."
You are so embarrassing. Brother, do you need to submit a paper on this?
So Lu Bixing asked: "Give permission first and then interview-general, is there a problem with the appointment and removal process of the silver fortress? If you want to kiss me, why bear it?"
Lin Jingheng was silent for a moment. The tightly stitched shirt and military boots were stiff and restrained, limiting him horizontally and vertically to a certain area. Even when wearing strange costumes on the Beijing β star, the military uniform and gloves with his throat still hidden. The ground hooped on him, always thinking, and always enduring.
Why bear it?
He repeated this unconsciously in his heart, and suddenly came forward, covering Lu Bixing's lips, closing his eyes, as if falling off the wire rope between the high-rise buildings, constantly falling, constantly out of control, and passing through the heart of the planet , And fell into a more empty universe.
His soul floated weightlessly, and chaotic colors poured over the past black and white years, making him dizzy.