Imperfections

Lu Bixing posted a moment under the calendar, remembering that before he went to send supplies on Saturday, there was no such mark on the calendar, it should be added temporarily.

He glanced back. The Mech Station was directly opposite the administrative building across the two doors and a side road. Lin Jingheng’s room was on.

Lu Bixing has not spoken with Lin Jingheng alone for a long time since he was accidentally pierced by Zhan Lu last time.

At the beginning, before going to bed every day, as soon as he closed his eyes, he would think of Lin Jingheng’s complicated and surprised look. In terms of the embarrassment of this matter, he could be ranked in the top ten in Lu Bixing’s personal experience. He frowned and avoided Lin Jingheng for a few days. Fortunately, President Lu is still young, and his youthful skin always has amazing flexibility. After a few days, he adjusted his mental state and planned to go to Lin Jingheng for a “theoretical and practical” conversation.

Then he discovered that Lin started to avoid him.

Lin Jingheng may have any special stealth function. He is driving a huge thing like Zhong San, and he can be so amazing. Except for the routine exercises, at other times, this person is invisible if he wants to be invisible. He cannot use any black technology to locate it. At this point, Lu Bixing can only understand why Lin initially dispensed with such an important item of the anti-tracking system. If the Silver Ten Guards had this stunt that disappeared out of thin air, then they really did not need to have so many layers of insurance.

At this time, the lights in Lin Jingheng’s room were on … and judging by the brightness, he didn’t turn on the small lights used at the desk.

This is usually a preparation for a visitor.

Lin is waiting for him.

But Lu Bixing patrolled the road between the administrative building and the Jijia Station for a while, feeling the dilemma.

A long time ago, Lu Bixing’s goal was not high. He just wanted to do his best to reduce the unnecessary casualties in this war. He would be lucky to keep this base. In case of dissatisfaction, he would have to take orders. He thought about trying not to disturb Lin’s plan, and it was better to consider both the overall situation and the local area.

But after all, he didn’t have Lin Jingheng’s heart that could jump out of the red dust at any time.

Getting along for three months, he watched as these weed-like lives struggled repeatedly in the sinking, watching them try to stand up like humans, fall, and then roll on the ground, and he, together with them, transformed the base of the run-down station. As it is today, almost everyone’s name can be called … Lin Jingheng and Cyclops both knew the “rules” in a tacit manner, and never inquired about the names and lives of others because they knew that it was all glue. Will stick people together, too much sticking is not easy to give up.

Lu Bixing grew up, suffered a lot, and received a lot of pampering. They gave him a deep foundation at the beginning of his life, so that his family was ruined to this point, he could still heal the scar and forget the pain, believe There will always be a turn for the better, and it will always develop in a better place.

But he may be wrong.

At this point, the base was shrouded in darkness and less than three hours before the expiration of the three-month period. Foucault and the Weasel learned how to hide and hide in the anti-tracking system and disband the SDF on Saturday. They tried their best, but still didn’t have time to grow.

This is the end of the road, and Lu Bixing will never have the best of both worlds.

He didn’t know if he should go up and ask Lin Jingheng.

Three months is the biggest concession made by Lin Jingheng. This is based on the famous “Hundred Days Hypothesis” in the history of interstellar war. General Lu Xin proposed that Lu Bixing had read that-if there is a highly destructive all-out war in interstellar When the communication network is down, all parties who rely too much on information will be slowed down. Due to the complexity of the cosmic environment, after the collapse of the communication network, everyone will be cautious except for the outright neuropathic accident such as Prince Gloria, radiating the sphere of influence to the surroundings with their respective bases as the center, and the scale of the conflict will also be greatly reduced. After three to four months, the new pattern will take shape. At that time, the situation will change by a thousand miles, and it will be too late to show up again.

Lu Bixing didn’t want to test whether Lin would make concessions for personal feelings. Reasonably, he should no longer delay General Lin’s footsteps.

But … what about the base people?

Saturday, holiday, sister Foucault, weasel, fat sister, movie old lady … should we be silently swallowed up by this **** era?

“Mr. Lu?” Someone called him behind, Lu Bixing looked back, is a fat sister.

The fat sister dresses very casually, slipping out with slippers, freshly washed hair wrapped in absorbent towels, and two large pockets in her hands, she is looking at him strangely: “I saw someone all the way After turning around here, I realized that it was you. What are you doing here so late? “

Lu Bixing smiled bitterly: “Why did you go again?”

“Ah, not all of them are old yet,” said Fat Sister. “Be a demon every day, but it ’s New Year today, and I want to celebrate the New Year. Let me give them cakes in the middle of the night-let me say, this group of old East and west teeth are gone, and I still have a year of shit, don’t you know that you have a year and a year? “

Lu Bixing looked for a moment and looked up at the calendar hanging on the mech station. He turned his attention to the dead line and didn’t look at the date carefully. This was the last day of the year …

No wonder that on Saturday, the SDF was going to dissolve and insisted on returning to sail after this evening.

The fat sister grumbled and grumbled, opened the food bag in her hand, and took out an insulated lunch box for Lu Bixing. Inside it was a traditional “lunch box cake” that originated from the earth era and was in It is popular in the era of great sailing. This kind of cake has no shape and is usually handmade. The cake maker stacks the ingredients in the lunch box one by one, and digs with a spoon to eat. It is simple and kind.

Fat sister also drizzled chocolate cake with “Happy New Year”.

“Did you eat? Take this back for supper.” The fat sister tucked him the lunch box, raised her hand and slapped him on the back. “I want to eat midnight, I’m a big guy, thin to this pair Monkey-like-when my son was as big as you, he was much stronger than you, weighing more than 230 pounds. “

Lu Bixing laughed dryly: “This goal is too far away, I’m still slim, fat sister walk slowly.”

The fat sister waved his hand at him, and twisted in the direction of the residential area.

She lives alone and has no children. It is said that there was a little boy who died before he was ten years old. The dying boy grew up in her imagination, and according to her aesthetics, he became a big man of more than 200 pounds. Now he may be waiting for her to watch at home.

Lu Bixing looked down at the crooked handwriting on the cake, took a deep breath, and turned to the illuminated administrative building. He thought, “I shouldn’t know those stories.”

Ten days after the sailing, the self-defense force’s mecha groups gathered together. The gang of shrimp soldiers and crabs had enough sleep during the day, and after a good time, they gathered together to brag and fart, waiting for the New Year without bells.

He took his beloved rabbit’s ashes on holiday, took apart a compressed nutritious meal, took a bite, and said happily, “I’m tuna-flavored. It’s the best for eating fish in the New Year.”

“Listen to who said, and where’s the tradition, did you make it up?”

“The tradition of the ancient Earth age,” the famous Ma Bao said during a holiday buzz, “this is what my mother told.”

There was a burst of laughter in the communication channel, all kinds of swear words rushed out, and they argued with them in a hurry.

No squeak on Saturday, lying flat on the mech’s operating platform, closing her eyes, looking out with the spiritual net, surrounded by the beams emitted by the mecha of the companions, while the spiritual net was still receiving the cosmic from the universe. Energy and waves. Lines on the energy monitoring chart are confusing.

I don’t know when the communication channel suddenly quieted down, and he came back on Saturday and heard someone calling him.

“Ah?” He asked, “what did you just say?”

“Do you really want to dissolve the Self-Defense Force?” A self-defense team member asked, “In fact, I don’t think we are any worse than anyone, even if Foucault has more of them, weasel-we are always better than weasels, are they? Why should we dissolve first? “

“I never dreamed that one day I could drive to the sky with a mech and patrol exercises,” said another self-defense force. “So disbanded, wasn’t it busy before?”

“There is no physical training today, I haven’t moved for a day, and my body is still very rusty.”

“Saturday, the Self-Defense Force was dissolved. What shall we do in the future?”

After a moment of silence on Saturday, he turned over impatiently, turned his back to the communication channel, and said quietly, “What should I do? If you are not willing, you can join another team, so you don’t think you were busy in the past.”

“I want to follow you!”

On Saturday, his heart stagnated, his tears almost did not come down, and he choked hard. He stared at the energy monitoring chart on the mech with his eyes wide open. He wanted to let the tears dry naturally and clenched his teeth.

But those people were still reluctant to shut up, the words of the holiday began, and the self-defense team members talked openly behind him.

“I originally wanted to follow you before joining the Self-Defense Force. If it weren’t for you, who would let me get up and run and jump every day at six?”

“I can’t get used to the weasel. Foucault has too many people there. It’s muddy water to touch the fish. It’s boring.”

“Saturday, is there any discussion on this matter?”

“Primary six, want me to say …”

On Saturday, I felt that my eyes were about to break the bank, and even the energy monitoring map in front of him shook. He bowed his head unbearably and wiped his eyes hard-then he could see clearly that the energy monitoring map was indeed moving!

The complicated lines are rippling back and forth like water waves. The outermost line fluctuates greatly and almost spreads out of the monitoring chart. The screen automatically pops up in a row of formulas. It looks like a brush screen and cannot read a word. On Saturday, his mind and emotion were not yet separated, and for a moment he thought, “What does this thing mean?”

He jumped up suddenly, flipped out of his personal terminal, found the simple instructions that Lu Bixing gave them, and got close to the monitoring chart. Then, he was shocked and found an identical image on the “Instruction Manual”. The annotations below looked like ” Unknown mech (armed) is approaching. “

“Don’t make a fool of it!” Roared on the sorrowful communication channel on Saturday, and quickly turned on the monitoring function of the anti-tracking system. At the farthest outskirts, he saw a few silhouettes of mechs and melancholy mechs. Letter, there are unknown mechs approaching … Ten … No, more! Check your defenses and weapons! Hurry up! “

In the base, Lin Jingheng waited in the house for a long time and opened the door for Lu Bixing.

Lu Bixing raised his hand to him as a greeting in a hurry, and glanced at the lunch box cake in his hand, as if he had found a reason: “Today is New Year’s Eve, I’m coming to you … er, share a cake.”

Speaking of which, he remembered something again, glanced into Lin Jingheng’s house, “that …”

“Zhanlu is not here, rest assured.” Lin Jingheng motioned to him to enter the room, “I left him in Zhongsan.”

Lu Bixing, a super AI fan who once coveted Zhan Lu, was greatly relieved and felt that he had been a bit anti-technical recently.

Lin Jingheng’s desk was covered with a three-dimensional map of the interstellar route, which stretched from the desktop to the roof. He waved his hand away and signaled that Lu must sit down, poured a cup of coffee for him, and opened the door to see the mountain: “See the calendar, you come now Look for me, do you want to say something? “

Lu Bixing paused for a moment, his tight shoulders collapsed: “… No, I just returned from Saturday. I haven’t eaten yet. Wait for me.”

Lin Jingheng wanted to entertain him. Then he opened the freezer next to him. The whole cabinet was full of nutritious meals. Lots were more neat than the bricks in the wall.

“Don’t just watch me eat,” Lu Bixing took an extra spoon, and the toes under the table touched him lightly, “try it.”

Lin Jingheng didn’t move.

Lu Bixing sighed, dug a small piece, and handed it to him: “Give me a face.”

Lin Jingheng first frowned and hid from his head. He froze for two seconds. He couldn’t help but take a long breath. He took a sip in his hand like taking poison.

Lu Bixing’s gaze slid over the spoon, fell on Lin Jingheng’s lips, and then forcibly moved away, staring at the clock at the corner of the table-at this time two hours and ten minutes from zero.

“I still have time, let me say something else,” he said suddenly, “I have been looking for you these days … cough!”

Lu Bixing cleared his throat hard, and the whole person was sitting straight, as if he was conducting a serious interview: “Last time I was looking for you … the time I was locked you in the medical cabin, I was while you were asleep , Performed a full body scan of himself. “

Lin Jingheng: “…”

The beginning of this individual opening made him wonder how to answer.

Lu Bixing touched his nose, and he realized that what he said seemed to say goodbye to the relatives and friends, cleared his throat and cleared his throat: “… I found that hormones were abnormal at that time.”

He took a quick look at Lin Jingheng, his eyes swayed up and down a few times, and finally stopped bravely on the gray irises. Lu Bixing said incoherently: “I don’t have … not much experience, but according to In theory, this conclusion should be … “

Just then, the personal terminal on his wrist suddenly turned on a red searchlight.

The interrupted Lu Bixing almost choked his words. As soon as he was forced to cover the personal terminal, he saw a blood-red alarm-remote fixed-point messaging from the Mech Contact Station.

The next moment, the mech station’s contact station suddenly awakened. All the lights were on. The alarm sound came from the sound buried in the entire base of the base. Numerous lights went out, and the noise of the quiet base was around. Looking to Lin Jingheng.

“I haven’t circulated to the outside world yet,” Lin Jingheng stood up and opened the curtains. “Take a step back and say that even if it is passed, it will need Silver Nine to respond to establish a remote communication channel. Edge search squads-go to the contact point. “

Lu Bixing turned around and ran without waiting for him to finish.

The cake of “Happy New Year” was left on the table, and a corner has been dug away, leaving only the words “New Year is fast”.

The voyage patrol was beyond ten sailing days, far beyond the base’s internal network. On Saturday, they were using the jump points along the way to contact the base.

“Saturday, what is it?”

Saturday’s voice was very tense, and came intermittently: “Your anti-tracking system only saw a mech squad approaching and couldn’t see clearly … probably pirates … and how many people … what? What did you say during the holidays? Oh, yes! They seem to be releasing a detection signal … Let me check, this signal is … “

“Wallen Ray,” Lin Jingheng picked up his voice, “also known as the minesweeper probe, used by Prince Gloria Guards.”

A clear breath was drawn on Saturday.

“It’s okay,” Lu Bixing said quickly. “The energy siphoning problem of the anti-tracking system has been solved last time. The Vallen rays cannot locate you. The external network of the base is not open. It should only be a coincidence that they approached …”

“Oh, coincidence. They can detect nothing, they may return to the sea, or they may continue to go deeper.” Lin Jingheng interrupted him lightly. “The army of the source alien was overwhelmed. Prince Gloria must be very panicked, for a reason. It is believed that a deadly armed ambush lies on the edge of the eighth galaxy. Ares Feng lost a stranger from the source and will be more careful afterwards. In order to avoid risks, I guess he will not send more than fifteen small mechs in the detection team. Don’t worry, you confirm again. “

Fifteen small mechs look like fifteen flies in his mouth, but they can’t comfort Saturday—because there are only thirty mechs in the Self-Defense Force, and the other party is a stark pirate who kills like hemp, they are killed. There was no time to protest.

Saturday: “He … he’s still approaching me, what should we do?”

“If you want, you can continue to hide,” Lin Jingheng said, “but I suggest you cut off the communication now.”

Saturday: “Ah? What, what?”

“If the other party goes deeper, they may accidentally hit the anti-tracking system,” Lu Bixing said. “Your long-distance signal passing through the transition point will be located.”

“Or kill them before then.” Lin Jingheng said coldly, without any explanation, “Zhan Lu, sent a positioning signal to Baiyin Jiu.”

The heavy three “hum” in the mech station sounded lightly, and the whole fuselage was a silver light. The powerful energy waves rippled along the waves of numerous jump points, and it seemed as if a torpedo fell into the calm lake water.

On Saturday, he saw the pirate team that had been cautiously exploring stopped abruptly, suddenly changed the formation, and became tightly guarded, revealing the nightmare flag of Prince Gloria Guard on the fuselage. He was about to collapse: “Lin, Lin Lin General, who kills who? Whoa! Damn, they use missiles!

“Congratulations, fate keeps you from choosing any more,” Lin Jingheng turned around, pressed Lu Bixing’s shoulder, pulled a pair of white gloves from his pocket, and put them on his hands while walking, “This is a team of detectives The pirates of the road “sacrifice”, let your two teams that will only shrink their heads gather … the waste group will not make an emergency jump, so you have to make a fixed jump, right? It will take about three hours to do that, and it is almost enough-gather how long it takes?”

Lu Bixing took a deep breath: “It may take twenty minutes.”

“Okay,” Admiral Lin was shocked by this number and nodded helplessly. “Twenty minutes, let your old suburban appearance light group wear dentures, clean up the bladder, and gather to follow me.”