Lost Starry Sky

Hall never imagined that he would return to this dilapidated garbage ship again.

He couldn't even remember how he escaped from the siege of snipers and laser guns.He left the dying Van Owen and the unconscious Augustine, and immediately activated the jump system.The thrusters roared, and the garbage ship disappeared from the fleet in the blink of an eye.

Hall didn't dare to be careless, turned to the short jump channel, and kept changing the course.After confirming that no one was chasing after him, he freed his hand to check Van Owen's injury.

His wound was still oozing blood.Big and small drops of blood float in the air, and if you are not careful, they will be sucked into the trachea.Hall pressed his wound hard, Van Owen murmured: "Leave me alone, ask him, where is father...Father..."

Hall was sweating profusely: "There is a way. There must be a way. Medical robots? Is there any?"

Van Owen blinked and suddenly remembered something.

"There is one, the back cabin...password..."

He read a long string of numbers.Hall made a note of it carefully, and opened the door of the back cabin.Before leaving, he was worried, and tied Augustine firmly in the sleeping bag, so that he would not wake up suddenly and want to attack Van Owen again.

There is only a short passage between the cockpit and the rear cabin.Hall thought he would see a huge space filled with all kinds of man-made garbage, but he didn't expect to be greeted by——

A clean and tidy control room that is as advanced as a warship? !

A full-frame three-dimensional star map is projected around the console in the middle.Three round, egg-shaped robots were concentrating on manipulating the ship's systems.They look so identical that Hall can tell them apart only by the names written on their backs: "Plato," "Li Po," and "Mozart."

Hall finally understood—why Van Owen not only seldom controls the spaceship himself, but also has so much time to read and write those messy poems.

As soon as he kicked his legs and floated over, Mozart turned his back to him and asked, "Master, are you satisfied with the invasion of MSI just now?"

Hall suddenly realized.

The gravity of the MSI suddenly increased just now, is it actually this robot who is causing trouble?

Li Bai said: "Idiot, he is not the master."

Plato picked up the conversation: "He is a fool brought back by the master."

Hall: "..."

He clenched his fists, suppressed his anger, and asked, "Which of you will heal? Van Owen is injured."

The three robots actually said in unison: "No!"

As soon as the words fell, Hannah, the second-hand housekeeping robot that Van Owen bought in Rhine City a few days ago, floated out from the corner, "I will simply disinfect and suture—"

"Chucky!"

Three lasers hit Hannah's mechanical arm at the same time.

Li Bai said in a regretful tone, "It's broken." Plato shrugged, "There's a first-aid kit in the locker. Go and treat the wound yourself."

"you--"

Hall nearly exploded.What the hell is going on with these lawless robots!

He rushed over to look at Hannah's mechanical arm.It burned down completely and had to be replaced with a new one.Reluctantly, he dug out the first-aid kit that had been dusty for an unknown amount of time, and flew back to the cockpit with a "whoosh".

Fan Owen has completely passed out.Hall tied him to the bulkhead and untied his blood-stained clothes. The flesh on both sides of Van Owen's wound was pulled, and he groaned in pain in a coma.Hall patted his face lightly: "Duke? Duke? Wake up! Don't sleep!"

Van Owen called out in a low voice: "Father..."

"Duke? Duke?"

Hall gritted his teeth and took off Van Owen's shirt.Fortunately, the first aid knowledge he learned in the military school in his early years has not been forgotten. He hurriedly cleaned the wound with light waves, disinfected it, and finally picked up the most primitive suture needle.

"Duke, please bear with me..."

"Ah—" Van Owen let out a scream.

Hall was dumbfounded.He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten the anesthesia!

Van Owen woke up leisurely, squinted his eyes, and looked at him helplessly.

"continue……"

"But--"

"That's too late……"

But when Hall wanted to search again, Van Owen couldn't help shaking and dodging, and Hall couldn't find the location at all.Hall turned around in a hurry, and finally thought of a way - to hug Van Owen from behind, and wrap his legs tightly around his body to ensure that he would not move around.

"Ah-ah-"

After only four stitches, Van Owen's screams had turned into howls of ghosts and wolves, struggling violently like a fish thrown into a frying pan.It took almost all of Hall's strength to hold him down.After hastily tying the threads, applying the last disinfectant, and wrapping the wound with gauze, the task was finally completed.

Van Owen passed out again.Only then did Hall realize that his clothes were also drenched with sweat.He breathed a sigh of relief, and used the remaining gauze to suck up the blood beads floating in the air.A sneer suddenly came from behind: "Do you think he can survive by doing this? It's ridiculous."

It turned out that Augustine had woken up a long time ago and saw all this in his eyes.

There was a little gloating on Augustine's face: "Don't you think he lost a lot of blood?"

Hall threw the gauze into the vaporization chamber, looked back, and saw that Van Owen's face was paler than before.He carefully stuffed Van Owen into the sleeping bag, and floated aside to guard.

"The duke just asked me to ask you, where is His Majesty George?"

Augustine turned his head with a sneer: "Humph. You don't deserve to know about this kind of thing."

Hall thought he couldn't run away anyway, and it would not be too late to ask Van Owen when he woke up.Who was content to wait for two hours, and Van Owen did not open his eyes again.Hall felt something was wrong.Feeling terrified, he dug out the needle from the first-aid kit and pulled Augustine's hand out of the sleeping bag.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

"Blood drawn."

"You dare to hurt me!"

Hall put the needle in the light wave to sterilize, "For the Duke, I will dare anything."

"You—you shameless traitor!" Augustine screamed, struggling to escape.Hall pressed his shoulder: "Cooperate with me! Otherwise, I'll knock you out first and then pump you!"

"no, do not want……"

When Van Owen's weak voice came, Hall was pleasantly surprised: "Duke?" Van Owen raised his eyes vigorously, looked at Augustine who was still shaking, and whispered: "His blood... can't..."

Hall wondered: "Aren't you—"

Van Owen shook his head: "He and I, no, brother. He, is not father's...son."

Augustine stopped struggling, his mouth opened into a circle in shock.

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Thank you for everyone who left the message (*^__^*) I don’t know what’s going on, when I want to reply to the message, I click the mouse in the reply box, and the page is stuck, so I didn’t reply one by one, thank you again= 3=