imperfections

The whole house was silent for a moment.

Nagusi's hands seemed to be an automatic washboard, rubbing his ragged trousers back and forth, polishing his thighs until they looked like they were about to be blessed.

"Look at what you're saying," he made a final struggle, "as if the two of you are going to live together..."

Commander Nagus struggled halfway, inexplicably remembering the weird house number, suddenly jolted, and forgot the rest of the text, so he could only fill in with a dry laugh.

Lu Bixing didn't know how to respect the old and love the young at all, and he didn't give the old commanders any room to buffer. He said with a smile: "Just with him, didn't I make it clear just now?"

Nagus: "..."

The consecrated pants are not working!

The fourth star system next to him shoved the hot tea into his mouth relentlessly. Lu Bixing's reminder of "be careful of scalding" was delayed by a second. He had scalded his tongue into curls and almost spit out a screw from his mouth.

If this is the son and daughter of one of them, the old commanders will probably set off a wave of earth-shattering roars.But Lu Bixing didn't grow up under their noses. Although he became acquainted quickly after fighting side by side, after all, he had only known them for a short time. The old men were far less comfortable with him than they were with Lin Jingheng, who could beat him casually.

Furthermore, as the chief of the Eighth Galaxy who once openly rebelled against the Alliance, this seemingly mild-tempered young man's skill and courage are fully displayed when he methodically mobilizes the resources of the Eighth Galaxy. Strictly speaking, the Central Army and the Alliance Army Now they are all relying on the temporary alliance to come here for food, Lu Bixing is willing to take care of the friendship of the previous generation, and call "Uncle" smoothly, which is already enough face.It's harmless for everyone to sit down and chat a few words about their families and lives, but it's not interesting to just point and point after the chat is over.

According to social etiquette, this meeting should boast a few words such as "a match made in heaven" and "good vision". Gus really couldn't boast without conscience. He searched his brains and couldn't figure out how to answer the next sentence, which made him shake his legs.

There is a kind of person whose state is always tense and heavy. The texture of the whole person is like a heavy metal with a high density. There is a huge ambition in the middle, which goes back and forth in the power, and the petty love and love can't penetrate it at all. , There is no place to pretend to be romantic.

Some of them will indulge their lives, some will die alone, and the rest will enter into political marriages in a regular manner, bound to family interests.In the Central District of Woto, this kind of talent is the majority, and it is rare to see non-mainstream people like Lu Xin. Lin Jingheng has always been "Woto" in this respect.

But Nagus also knew that even if Lin Jingheng "released himself", he couldn't be released on the head of Lu Xin's son. He is not an insignificant person.

"Uh..." Old Bu next to him was the first to try to save the situation, "Jingheng... hiss, Jingheng... is also pretty good, the biggest advantage is that you won't be half-hearted, don't worry, right?"

All the commanders quickly echoed: "Yes, yes, yes."

Old Bu racked his brains and continued to say: "Didn't there be a singer a few years ago, just that... the one who was very popular in the parliament, what's his name? It's shameless to post it publicly, isn't it also a few words from him?" Did the conversation get blocked? I think there were a lot of messy people in the past, and they couldn't use it in front of him."

He hastily built a simple step, and the old men swarmed down the step.

Nagusi "rolled off" and said: "Not only before, but also in the future, I think it will be even after death-don't worry, people will make historical romance dramas in the next 1 years, and he will definitely have nothing to do with him."

"Be upright," the fourth star system continued to "get out" in a serious manner, "The demons and ghosts posted outside will automatically appear in him."

Lu Bixing: "..."

He felt that he might have taken a fancy to a demon mirror.

Nagusi added in fear: "It's just that he has a bad temper. He was spoiled by the general since he was a child. In the past, he was the one who had the final say in the Silver Fortress, uh..."

Lu Bixing couldn't laugh or cry: "He doesn't beat people, he doesn't do domestic violence, and he won't shoot me if he finds a sock under the pillow. Zhanlu's chameleon crawls on him when it's okay. It's still alive today, and sometimes I feed it."

Nagus: "..."

A chameleon-feeding Lin Jingheng—a cramped head limits his imagination.

Seeing that they were going to chat to death again, Lao Bu could only embarrassingly lead the topic to a more sublimated direction, and said with emotion: "The eighth galaxy was originally a wilderness, it was a general...your father brought hope here, and now it has become a desert In a galaxy full of wonders, Jingheng looks much more relaxed than when he was in Votto."

"If you like, welcome to come and live here anytime."

"Don't, we old things are always disturbing, that brat Lin Jingheng can put a missile in a teacup."

The bosses chatted and laughed for a while, and gradually calmed down from the explosive news.

The commander of the sixth galaxy suddenly sighed: "I don't know how to come here in the future."

Lu Bixing put down his teacup: "What are your plans?"

"We must find a way to go back as soon as possible," Old Bu said solemnly, "The ant queen of the Freedom Legion is dead, and the contact with the chip people in the alien system has also been cut off. Those chip people have no leader. It is indeed difficult to overthrow the regime, but the harm is more scattered. gone."

In the past, the chip people unified their will from top to bottom, and they were a super force capable of enforcing orders and prohibiting them. They could change the world overnight and usurp laws and regulations. Now the chip people don’t have a unified will, but the effect of the chip on the human body is still there. The suppression is still there. Any high-level chip person can use the chip to gather a group of forces.

An anti-government armed force has turned into a dozen criminal gangs. From a macro point of view, the former is more terrifying, but in the eyes of ordinary people who are precarious, it is difficult to say which one is more harmful.

Nagus called up the interstellar channel map from his personal terminal: "Wulf blew up the channel connecting the first galaxy to the outside world, but fortunately the actual distance is not far away. I asked the strategic planning department to make a path plan last night. , if it goes well, you can go to the second galaxy in the shortest six Votto years and reconnect to the transition network. In six years, I don’t know what will happen.”

But no matter what happens, you have to go back. Even if you go back to face a piece of scorched earth, you have to dig out tree seeds from the ashes and replant them. Not to mention six years, even 60 years, 600 years, and no soldier can give up his homeland. .

"According to the standard ration of nutritional needles, it is enough for a soldier to carry 36 nutritional needles with him. If the road is peaceful, he can even take a rotating dormancy method to consume less."

"Don't worry about supplies," Lu Bixing said, "The Eighth Galaxy has been relatively well-off in the past two years. If necessary, we can also send some accompanying support from Silver Four."

Old Bu took a deep look at him: "The eighth galaxy has been exiled by the alliance for a hundred years, and the promised financial and technical support has been repeatedly delayed due to the selfishness of the management committee, leaving this place to fend for itself. The pirates invaded the Alliance, and the innocent Eighth Galaxy was the first to bear the brunt. Later, the Eighth Galaxy became a pawn to contain the Anti-Ukraine Society and cover up the forbidden fruit. No one is worthy of you, and now it depends on you..."

Lu Bixing still smiled and said: "Otherwise? Uncle Bu, after we close the galaxy and turn it into a powerful military empire, then wait for the opportunity to fight back when the alliance is in trouble, and carry forward the legacy of the pirate 'Glory Group'?"

Old Bu was speechless.

"The eight major galaxies are all victims of the management committee. There is no reason for the crimes of a few people in the central alliance to be blamed by all human beings. There are diplomatic rules between galaxies, and it's not kindergarten children who quarrel. We," Lu Bixing said, raised his eyes, and lightly tapped the armrest of the sofa with his fingers on one side, "so -- everyone, how about my Venus? Isn't it about to replace Votto? "

Old Bu was startled, and suddenly pulled his perspective from the chaotic battle situation—Wotto has become a mass of scorched earth. Before the First Galaxy, there was a maddened Freedom Legion, and later, there was a moody artificial intelligence. The decline is a foregone conclusion.

Under such circumstances, the eighth galaxy turned the tide and became the rear of the entire human coalition. Whether it is wartime or future post-war reconstruction, it is indispensable to rely on the eighth galaxy for support, and the empty brain disease that was once exiled here, It will be the front line against the Chipman - if all the galaxies come to seek help, the precious empty brain disease of Silver Four may not be enough.

No matter how the future human alliance exists, it will be the era of the "wilderness" of the eighth galaxy.

The young chief of the eighth galaxy is not loyal to anyone, does not submit to any force, nor is he "repaying grievances with kindness, regardless of gains and losses".When the turbulent world could not accommodate the dome of Xinghai Academy, he had no choice but to sharpen his sword in 16 years and rebuild the rules of the new ephemeris era that had survived for 300 years.

Anyway, Principal Lu doesn't have much money, so he just dares to think.

The veterans of the Central Army sat at Lu Bixing's home for a whole afternoon in the name of a private meeting, and roughly finalized the next course of action for the human coalition forces. The rest required an orderly division of labor and cooperation. Lu Bixing politely left them to eat. At dinner, Nagus stared at the chameleon with complicated emotions for a moment, put aside the military and political affairs, and remembered this unspeakable relationship, so he waved his hand weakly at him: "No, the few of us We haven't been to Galaxy City, we want to go... want to go around."

So in the evening of that day, a photo made the headlines in Galaxy City - several old men from alien systems stood in a row under the stone statue of Lu Xin on the square, adding up to a thousand years of age, collectively burst into tears, the scene was earth-moving .

Lu Bixing slipped back into the bedroom, Lin Jingheng had already woken up, the aftereffects of excessive use of soothing agents had probably passed, he was wearing a coat, sitting on the reading chair beside the bed, flipping through Linger's notebook, when he heard something , Without looking up, he said, "All gone?"

"Well," Lu Bixing walked over on the soft carpet, stretched his waist against the back of his chair, then slumped into a human-shaped cloak and hung himself on Lin Jingheng, "I guess I went to the square. "

Lin Jingheng raised her eyes in surprise: "I guess? Why don't they let you accompany them to the square?"

Lu Bixing whimpered and sniffed at his collar, without speaking human words.

Lin Jingheng stretched out two fingers to pinch his chin.

Lu Bixing: "They interrupted my major events in life, I was not very happy, so I told them."

Lin Jingheng was puzzled: "What did you say?"

"Say that every cell in me, from body to heart, belongs to you," Lu Bixing couldn't rub his chin between his hands, so he imitated the unhealthy creature popcorn, quickly stuck out his tongue and licked it, and opened his mouth as soon as the door was closed. "Take off your clothes and it's covered with your personal seal, Commander, I..."

Before he could finish speaking, something was suddenly pinned to his ring finger.

Lu Bixing looked down in surprise, and found that it was a 3D-printed model ring, exactly the same as the hand-painted one in Ringer's proposal notes.

"Is it tight?" Lin Jingheng asked.

This model ring seemed to be an "anti-wave agent". Mr. Lu, with his tail cocked, was immobilized, and he stood there dumbly like a wooden stake, shaking his head blankly.

"Oh, good." Lin Jingheng entered the dimensions of the model in his personal terminal, placed a custom order, and asked very casually, "Then, did those old things hang themselves in front of the stone statue of Lu Xin?"

The three souls of Lu Bixing said absently: "Say you are a demon mirror."

Lin Jingheng: "..."

Lu Bixing came back to his senses and found that he had said nonsense, and scratched his hair in great annoyance: "No, I have to say something meaningful. Let's do it again, ahem, I..."

Lin Jingheng didn't give him a chance to make amends, so his shoulders shook.

Lu Bixing threw himself on him: "Be serious! What's wrong, why do you always keep a straight face when you shouldn't be serious, and laugh when you should be serious?"

The coat slipped off, and Lin Jingheng laughed out loud.

With his hands and feet, the notebook on his lap fell to the ground, and a page of paper was thrown out.Lu Bixing thought it was a paper notebook that fell into disrepair for a long time and dropped the pages, so he quickly picked it up: "If this is placed in a history museum, it will almost be regarded as a town museum, be careful... huh?"

The piece of paper that fell out was a figure painting. The painting was not exquisite, but it was quite charming. One could recognize this person at a glance as Marshal Ringer in the history books. His facial lines were drawn very gently, almost tender means.

Lu Bixing asked strangely, "Is this a self-portrait?"

"No." Lin Jingheng clicked on the signature in the corner, "Wulff's handwriting."

Lu Bixing stared at the self-portrait for a moment, his face slowly became serious, and he muttered: "Why did that artificial intelligence send this out?"

"Artificial intelligence is artificial intelligence after all," said Lin Jingheng, "it is different from the living Woolf."

Lu Bixing's fingers slowly slid over Woolf's light signature, as if he had slid through a secret and deep emotion, and pondered for a moment: "No, I was thinking...the mechanical age was overthrown by them, and Woolf might He is the person who understands super artificial intelligence best in the world now, he must understand the difference between carbon-based organisms and artificial intelligence."

Then, why would a person who counts on everything allow an uncontrollable, unauthorized artificial intelligence to occupy the first galaxy?

Just to deal with the Freedom Legion?

Once used up, how to deal with it later?An artificial intelligence without a permission framework is equivalent to having free will. Can it really go to sleep honestly as he imagined?

When the old man arranged everything, what was he thinking?

Near the natural wormhole area.

The chipman captives have been wearing jammers and are being held together.

"Guardian," a Silver III technician ran over and said to Thomas Young, "There are traces of artificial intelligence hacking in the mecha communication system of the Freedom Legion. Do we need to clear it immediately?"