i am your guide

Sith didn't want to see Keweier sad, he turned slightly to face the lonely person standing beside him, raised his face to look at him, and said softly and tentatively, "Are...are you unhappy?"

The guide, who is good at perceiving the atmosphere and sensitive to emotions at ordinary times, is at a loss when it comes to his own sentry. Sith looked at Keweier with a pair of worried eyes. Why do I feel depressed all of a sudden.

He didn't get an answer, but he touched his head gently.

"No," Kwill said.

lie.

Sith slandered righteously, bowed his head and followed Keweier to mess with his hair with his mouth flattened, his eyes fixed on the man's face restlessly, and found that Keweier had returned to a normal state.

It seemed that the grief just now was just the illusion of the guide alone.

"Do you want to play a game?" Kevill seemed very eager to end this topic quickly. He turned sideways, and his tall and straight figure drew a dark shadow under the light of the bedroom.The sentinel's eyelashes were thick, and when he blinked slightly, he looked like a drowning butterfly, he said, avoiding Sith's sight.

"Play." Sith nodded vigorously, and passed by Keweier's left side.

How could it be possible not to play a game bought with huge debts, let alone with Keweier.

"Then you..." Kevill suddenly hesitated, he frowned slightly, and waited until Sith asked "what" before continuing: "Then you are a bit mentally prepared."

"What psychological preparation?" Sith narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said casually: "It can't be that you haven't played before?"

Not long after, a certain guide made a prophecy.

What's it like to have a trash teammate?Even if you mark the map for him, he can't walk through it smoothly. A person with such a strong fighting talent in reality is so talented in the game. He is always the worst one when he draws a treasure box. Take him to fight The feeling of the game is as if... the sky is falling and the earth is falling.

People with such dishes are probably out of print, right?

"Don't go that way!"

"Don't touch it casually! That has a hidden mechanism..."

"Look at the angle, don't jump!"

"Return blood, return blood, return blood! I tell you to return blood! You... died..."

……

"Kevier!"

Sith looked at the gray screen interface, he couldn't stand it anymore, he threw the handle in his hand on the carpet, his eyes were blazing and he threw himself at Keweier.

"I'll fight with you! Do you dare to play the game with your heart?"

There was the sound of gnashing of teeth, and a black shadow rose into the air and directly pushed Keweier to the ground.

Sith, who was so angry, seemed to have never been seen again except the morning when he found out that he had been kidnapped.Keweier blinked and smiled flatteringly: "I really put my heart into it."

"I've never seen anyone like you."

Sith stared at him fiercely, his eyes revealing the straightforward intention of destroying the corpse.

"I have never been good at playing games, especially this kind of handle game."

Kevill still had a smile on his face, and his blond hair was dazzling under the light, like a sunflower trembling with flowers and branches. When he spoke, he paused, thinking in his heart:

It's true that he has poor game talent, but if it's a holographic game, with his powerful combat skills, he can actually kill all directions. It's a pity that what he encountered was a handle game, especially an ancient 3D 360-degree full-real simulation game with a joystick .

"never mind."

Sith snorted, he forcibly retracted his eyes glued to the blooming sunflower, and with his Adam's apple moving slightly, he straightened up as if fleeing, picked up the handle that had been left aside, and started the next round again.

"I thought you were good at everything." Sith sighed, feeling that the tall and stalwart image of Kevill, who was like a decathlon god, had collapsed in his mind today without even a scum left.

It was true, Kwill was always perfect in his heart.

"I'm not omnipotent."

Keweier smiled, his tone very gentle.

"Oh, what else are you not good at?"

Sith, who was controlling the villain on the screen, froze for a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he asked after protracting his tone.

The Sith in the past couldn't see through this person, because Kavier always had a friendly and polite smile, but when his smile unfolded, no one could step into his heart. Under the smile was a troubled man imprisoned and fighting. The beast, quietly licking its wounds in the dark.

Once when Sith was walking in the aisle of the Hilo, he saw Kevill standing alone in front of the huge porthole looking at the sea of ​​stars from a distance. .He stood silently between the dark and cracked sea of ​​stars, like a piece of ice that was inaccessible to strangers and could not be warmed.

He thought at the time, what could make Keweier look like that?

"A lot, you'll know later." Kevill didn't evade the topic, but he didn't give an accurate answer either. He pressed a button, and his character on the screen suddenly sprinted, triggering a mechanism.

Sith: "..."

Sith: "I told you not to move!"

2:50 in the middle of the night, Kavier's bedroom.

"I, succeeded..."

The controller slipped from Sith's hand and fell to the ground. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he stared at the gratuation on the screen in a daze. His voice was obviously dry.He closed his eyes and fell to the end of the bed.

Finally cleared the level with this trash!God damn it!

Kevill sat by the bed and removed the game card, turned his head to look at the tired guide who couldn't hide his eyes, and walked over to turn off the screen.Sith seemed to be asleep when he walked back to the end of the bed.

The sleeping man frowned slightly, his thin body curled up, his breathing was steady, and his hair covered most of his face.

Kevill thought for a long time before deciding not to wake him up. He hooked Sith's legs, hugged him to the head of the bed and put him under the quilt. He sat silently on the edge of the bed, his drooping eyebrows and eyes were like water. tenderness.After hesitating for a long time, he finally leaned down and kissed Sith on the forehead. His warm lips brushed against the guide's brow, and the distance became negative.

Seriously tuck the guide into a quilt, like wrapping a newly weaned kitten.Sith's right arm was exposed outside, and Keweier could see the shocking scar on his arm at a glance.

The movements of rubbing the scars with fingers were slow, and the sentinel seemed to be thinking about something.

……

3:05 a.m., Imperial National Laboratories.

The [-]-story diamond-shaped building is located in the downtown area of ​​Capital Star, adjacent to the Royal Palace on the left and the commercial street on the right. The bustling city has just been liberated from the hustle and bustle of nightlife.The ink-splashed sky poured down, leaving only the red light sign of the laboratory building shining, like a pair of bloodthirsty eyes lit up from the abyss.

On the eighth floor of the laboratory building, the fence-shaped passageway glows with metal cold light in the white light of the passageway. Various rotating screen instruments operate quietly. Scientist portraits and experimental quotations are hung on the walls of the corridor, and sometimes there are explanatory texts for the latest research results.

On weekdays, the national laboratories collectively turned off the lights at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. The high-level intellectuals were seriously troubled by the problems of high-intensity work that devastated their bodies and minds and worrying about hair loss. Their fragile minds are not to die halfway.

It's just that the plan is the plan. When the real big task comes, everyone is still busy and keeps their feet on the ground.

The general experiment and data analysis room of the laboratory is brightly lit, and the principal and deputy directors are still squatting behind the analyzer to catch up with work day and night.

The pale light illuminated the entire laboratory brighter than daytime, and the scrolling data overlapped layer by layer. The report summarizing calculations was piled up in a large box on the desk, but the final conclusion was still vague.

"John, forget it, drink a cup of coffee to refresh yourself."

A male voice out of breath followed the footsteps at the door. A scholar in a white coat was holding two ceramic cups. He could not bear to look directly at the dark circles under his eyes. He walked in the door while yawning.

Hearing his voice, the man who was buried in the data finally moved his neck, straightened his bent back, and occasionally let out a few groans with stiff bones.He threw the notebook on the table casually, and the ear-piercing sound became the most abrupt sound in the entire laboratory.

John shaved his head short to save trouble, and his short, prickly hair stood up towards the sky.There were two ancient plasters on his neck, and his white coat was torn and tattered, and he probably hadn't washed it for many days.The man exudes a tired atmosphere all over his body, like a refugee who just escaped from an unknown planet.

"I'm really curious." John leaned on the back of the chair, took a sip from the coffee cup from his partner, the bitterness of the coffee refreshed him a little, and finally fell asleep without looking up. There are dense forehead lines crawling around, looking exhausted. "Whether our calculation direction is wrong or there is a problem with the analysis, why the description and final data of the αGS plan are always different from our results."

Edward leaned on the edge of John's table, he looked down at John's latest progress report for a long time, his brows were also tightly frowned.

Since the documents and experimental data seized by the Xianlong Group were transmitted to the Imperial National Laboratory, their group of top scholars has been working together day and night, but the results of countless attempts and calculations are not quite the same as the source documents...even say it is The big difference, this not only frustrates the long-standing self-confidence of most scholars, but also makes the entire Imperial Laboratory fall into a strange stalemate.

This begs the question: Who was at fault?

The more John thought about it, the more he got angry. He took the pen in his breast pocket and poked it directly at the result of the document. The tip of the pen drew a long line on the flimsy paper, almost scratching it: "Especially this differentiation Worbe It is impossible to separate out the 673 form after calculating the data at the β and ω ends of the chain, which leads to a distorted state of many data of this experimental body, if we re-calculate the dynamic erasure... come to a conclusion!"

The young and promising scholar spit out a lot of technical terms in one breath, as if he wanted to pour out all the confusion and entanglement in his heart, and the last sentence was loud and clear:

"GS07, there's no way it's a woman."