Rib Flower [Ability]

The cabin is full of thick sand and dust, with strands of white unknown substance condensed, making the interior of the warship look like a spider's nest.

Several people carefully passed through the narrow cylindrical orbital cabin one by one, trying to avoid touching these weird sediment attachments. Even though they were wearing protective clothing, it was difficult to completely eliminate the danger of being invaded by alien matter.

There are many cases like this in the hospitals on the interstellar space station. Most of those patients died, and some survived and developed body mutations.That kind of case, as long as you see it once, you will never forget it.

The horrifying appearance of the mutant appeared in his mind, and something suddenly flashed in the corner of Hero's vision.

He adjusted the searchlight immediately, only to find that it was only his own reflection on the cabin window.

Suspicious.

"The front has collapsed, sir, we can only crawl through it." Baiyingmao lowered his waist and slid through it swiftly.

"The rear is fine, just this section! It's the hatch that's broken!"

Hero carefully observed the thick hatch that had been torn apart. Every edge of it was very uneven and severely deformed, as if it had been torn open by some force.

Tear——For the strongest titanium alloy material in the world, it is a ridiculous adjective, but it was the first thought that popped into Herlo's mind.

"It seems that Sayero encountered something terrible when he escaped from here."

After a rare moment of seriousness, Ando closed the hatch in front of him with his hand.I have to say that this speculation is extremely bad, but it coincides with him.

Helo suppressed the sense of uncertainty welling up in his heart, and squatted down to get through the only gap underneath.

When he passed the joint of the broken cabin, the cold wind brushed against his neck, and an intuition prompted him to subconsciously glance into the crack.A faintly bright round object flickered looming in the depths of the darkness.He stared at it for a few seconds before suddenly realizing what it looked like.

eye.

Cold sweat broke out from his back in an instant.

Just then, something grabbed his ankle.

He was startled, instinctively kicked backwards, shrank quickly, and crossed the hatch.

Ando crawled out from behind rubbing his head, complaining again and again, Helo grabbed his armed belt, dragged him out like a carrot, and bent down again to look in.

There was nothing there, it was dark inside, and it was a thick layer of sand.

"What are you looking for, Herlo? Almost kicked my neck!" Ando complained dissatisfied.

He stood up, turned around, and touched the safety catch on the laser gun, a trace of uneasiness crawled into his heart.

The bridge was also full of mess, the only thing that could distinguish the shape was the driver's seat, facing the cracked screen, but he seemed to see Sayero sitting there, looking at the space alone.

If he had stood here like he is now, he would have walked up to him and hugged him.

He would tell him himself how much he missed him, how much he missed him, his heart broke.

Hero walked towards the empty chair, held the backrest, sat down on the seat where Sayero used to sit, started the intelligent control host that controlled the entire warship, and imported the voyage log video and all useful data into the watch-shaped storage device on the wrist. plate.While doing this, he felt his blood pressure keep rising along with the rising percentage.

The light of the searchlight swept across the console, and something reflected a bright light.

He freed up one hand to take the reflective object, and peeled away a layer of sticky attachments. An old-fashioned CD case came into his eyes, with a string of "The Cranberries" engraved on the case.His hands trembled imperceptibly, and he carefully wiped off the dust and stuffed him into the backpack, and his mind was in a trance for a moment.

"Hey, this kid actually likes listening to this kind of old-fashioned music?"

"Cranberry? What a lady's name, it suits his face quite well!"

"It looks like a glass handicraft, tsk, it won't break him with such force, hahaha..."

"Hey, why don't you take off his clothes and see if his body is different from normal people!"

"Go away, don't touch me! Give me back my things!"

Punch after punch, hitting the body, the bone made a terrible muffled sound as if it was about to break.Blood poured out of the nasal cavity unstoppable.

The surrounding sun was so strong that it made her dizzy.The face was pressed into the dry soil, like a corpse about to be buried.The clothes were torn apart, and malicious hands were molesting the body.

"Hey, Kurosaki, Inuya, what are you two doing?"

Just when tears were about to fall from his cheeks, a voice sounded coldly.As if it was a more effective deterrent than the siren, there was a commotion in all directions, and then it immediately quieted down.

"Give me that CD. Then—get out."

The moment of meeting seems to have been a long time ago, why is that scene still clearly printed in the memory?

It's like you can see it with your eyes closed.

The man was standing there, as if he had just gone through a strenuous exercise, his black vest was sticking to his body wetly, a shirt was hanging loosely on one shoulder, his dark golden hair was tied behind his head, he was relaxed and relaxed. tall and straight.

Sayero looked at him, the sunlight was filtered by the overly long bangs, and it fell mottled on the face with obvious mixed-race characteristics. It was silent under the bright browbones, and the eyes were extremely deep and fascinating Soul.

He never knew a person could look this good.

"What a coincidence, I've been looking for this CD. If you don't mind, would you like to lend me a listen?" The man bent his body, a tall shadow enveloped his whole body inside, as if to achieve a head-on angle, Squat down towards him.

He rubbed his hands awkwardly, his chest filled with inexpressible gratitude, and he took a step back at a loss.

"Don't run. Don't run...you little rabbit." The man wiped his nosebleed with the clean shirt, and the good smell of tobacco filled his whole world, "I'm your new instructor. "

"I will protect you from now on."

……

"Hello, I don't think Sayero is still here. But look at this."

A hand on his shoulder pulled him out of the vortex of memories.

Helo blinked, turned around, and Nightingale shook a small video camera in her hand.

He grabbed it, charged it with the conductive plate he carried, pressed the playback button, and saw a young boy lying on a recliner, with his back facing the camera, and a man bowed his head on him. The body is moving.

"Brother...it hurts so much, ah..."

A familiar voice sounded suddenly in a tone almost moaning, and a strange atmosphere filled the entire silent space for a while.Everyone looked at him with a strange look in their eyes, and then came over in unison.

His face suddenly heated up like a boil, and he kept his head down to prove that there was nothing strange recorded in it-just the scene of Sayero tattooing him when he was 14 years old.It was a birthday present he begged for.Get a tattoo like Sayero's as a rite of passage.Even so early.

But as recorded here, because of the unbearable pain, he cried out in embarrassment.

But only this time, Sayero did not "protect" him, and chose to do it himself.

"let me."

"Brother... I don't want it anymore..."

"Don't move, baby... My little Hero has turned from a boy to a man."

In the camera, the slender man pressed his knees on the young man's waist and hips, the scale pattern in the white shirt was faintly revealed, and the undulating back muscles looked like a ferocious lizard dormant.But his movements are so elegant, his bony fingers pick up the laser pointer, and carve the winding and delicate brush strokes along the spine of the person below him one stroke at a time, which seems to be both aggression and possession.

The sound of "Zizi" overflowed the screen and penetrated into the eardrums.

Helo seemed to feel the burning sensation clearly again, which was as unforgettable as the memory that Sayero left him.

At that time, he curled up under him in shame, trembling uncontrollably.

Not because of fear, but because he was so excited under the pain bestowed by Sayero himself.

It's just that he never expected that Sayero would record this moment. Although the video could not reveal his secret, he still pressed the stop button amidst a series of exclamations of "tsk tsk tsk".

"I didn't expect the officer to be so cowardly..."

Bai Ying scratched his nose, stared at the screen with a red face and couldn't move his eyes, his eyes were full of interest.

"Hey, what are you doing turning it off? This may be an important clue to find Sayero. Look at the back, maybe it recorded the content after coming here." Ando approached with malicious intentions, reached out and pressed the play button again.

"Wow... ah!"

"good…"

Bai Ying laughed loudly, withdrew his hand, and was slapped hard on the forehead by Hero.He took a step back, his body hitting the bulkhead, and there was a terrible cracking sound from the hull, and a crack appeared above them.

"Let's go out!"

Nightingale cried out.As soon as the words fell, a piece of debris collapsed towards Bai Ying's head unexpectedly.Helo kicked him to the side and raised his hand to block it.The laser shield that popped up automatically on the mechanical wristband blocked most of the ruins of the hull for him, but his thigh was still scratched by one of the sharp edges like a blade, piercing through the extremely tough protective clothing.

Without time to examine the wounds, they crawled out of the ruins one by one.After returning to the vicinity of his own warship, the belated pain hit like lightning, making Herlo almost unable to stand still.

One of his legs was dripping with blood, and his protective suit was torn wide.

But the injury is not the worst, the exposure to those unknown alien substances is.