Sentinel is not good

Here comes the bathing place.

The sentries waited step by step and put the dirty clothes in the box at the door. Someone would collect them and send them to the washing machine for rolling. Then a special person sorted them according to the number on the collar and sent them back.

Living in a mobile base, although you have to perform tasks, you have a guarantee.The base is responsible for food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Each mobile base has completed an independent ecological establishment, and countless people are working to ensure its operation.

It's just that no one knows why guides have decreased sharply in the past hundred years, whether they will increase in the future, or whether they will become extinct directly.The emergence of artificial guide elements has turned the tide, allowing sentries not to rely entirely on guides, and they are distributed free of charge every month.

Before entering the locker room, Song Jian saw a female guide slapping the ground with a whip and scolding a male sentry who wanted to hug her.Song Jian didn't understand. Everyone has synthetic guide elements. Even if the real guide elements are very effective, why would there be countless sentries making this mistake and raiding guides?

not understand.Song Jian would never do this stupid thing, went into the locker room, the sentries began to undress, no one would look at each other specifically.Men and women are no longer curious about the bodies of both parties. In the mobile base, women do not represent weakness. They can even look directly at men with scrutiny, actively choose men, and make men feel ashamed.

In this regard, Song Jian thinks it is better than in the camp, where women have always been in a low position.

But taking a bath together, there is an invisible war between the male sentinel and the male sentinel. They are all stripped off. They are all good figures that have grown up after awakening. Everyone has abdominal muscles and back muscles, but everyone's little one...is not affected by differentiation.

It has its own ideas, the size is destined, whoever is small will be embarrassed.

Fortunately, Song Jian doesn't belong to the category that needs embarrassment, but he hasn't reached the top either.

There is a cubicle in the bathroom, and there is hot water. Song Jian faced the wall and rinsed it quickly. Suddenly, someone slapped him. Song Jian was so frightened that he almost released Xiao Diu to bite someone.

"Why are you scaring me? I'm very timid." He turned around, and it was Yin Sheng.

"Brother Jian, why are there so many fingerprints on your back?" Yin Sheng's head was covered in soap bubbles, "What's wrong with you?"

"Ah?" Song Jian was flushing the water. The water flowed from his forehead to the tip of his nose, gathered into a thin stream, and dripped over his lips. He stood among a group of B-level sentries. His body was not the strongest one.

He is tall enough, his muscles are thinner than others, and his slightly long black hair covers the back of his neck.

He looked behind for the first time, but his eyes caught Yin Sheng's one inadvertently. Song Jian quickly focused his eyes, then twisted his waist, and continued to look at his back.

I can't tell what those marks look like, like handprints, embedded under the shoulder blades, and also on the back of the waist.

This is... pinched?Song Jian rubbed it, feeling nothing.

"What's going on?" Yin Sheng had just graduated, and Song Jian was the first sentinel he knew. "Do you want to get some medicine?"

"No need." Song Jian turned around and continued to rush at the foam on his body.The sentinels have no money, and the base is full of food and housing, so survival must be no problem.But if you want to exchange for better things, you need to earn points according to your level and tasks. B-level sentries have limited tasks, and the points for picking up trash are very few.

Song Jian has always saved his own points, and he dare not move them at all.Spend only where it matters most.

"Who made this for you? So cruel..." Yin Sheng was in the next cubicle, asking kindly, "Does it hurt?"

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask." Song Jian washed his hair. These fingerprints must have been left by Zhou Yun, but he couldn't tell others.

It's just...why did Zhou Yun pinch himself?

Collective bathing is probably the happiest ten minutes for the Sentinels. Most of them will put their spirits out and wash together.Felines are the most common and sometimes fight.

There are all kinds of animals, including turtles and bears.

Even a cute white bunny.These animals are never seen in the desert.Those who survived in the desert are killers with extremely high survival skills.

A beautiful leopard ran to Song Jian, rolled over and ran away.Song Jian looked over. The owner of the leopard, a male sentinel, smiled in this direction.

Song Jian shook his head and continued to wash his body.He doesn't like felines very much, I can't tell, he likes canines more, likes wolves.More like puppies.

He wanted to be a puppy for Brother Little Wolf and lead him for a lifetime.The desert is so big, they are together all their lives.

After taking a shower, the sentries lined up to go back to the residence, and Song Jian climbed back to the bed again: "Ba Ba, I'm already lying down and ready to sleep, don't disturb me before I get up."

"I know." Wang Ba said.

So Song Jian closed his eyes, enjoying the rare refreshment, and prepared to catch up on sleep.Most of the tasks do not sleep, and it is very difficult to carry them down.Normally, he should fall asleep quickly, but today he didn't feel sleepy at all.

"Ba Ba?" Song Jian opened his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Wang Ba's voice sounded sleepy.

"You monitor 24 hours a day, why don't you take a break?" Song Jian asked this question for the first time.

"It will also take a break, but I will listen to the record again when I return to my seat."

"Okay." Song Jian closed his eyes and continued to count the wolves. Gray and white wolves ran over one after another, but he was not sleepy. "Baba?"

"Say."

"It's okay." Song Jian shook his head and released Xiao Diu.

The whole body of the snake was cold, and the scales scratched against the skin felt weird. Song Jian grabbed the tip of its tail and threw it on his thigh. Half an hour later, he sighed.

"Sentry." Wang Ba caught the sigh in time, "You are insomnia."

"Nonsense, if you can't sleep, of course you have insomnia." Song Jian turned over, "Li Han's dog tag was used by recruits."

"Well, I heard it, the one who has been talking to you, the voice is very young."

"He is four years younger than me, and his mental body is a lion." Song Jian tossed and turned on the bed, "very young face."

"Well, I can hear it."

"Okay, the report is over." Song Jian stuffed Xiao Diu into his arms.Snakes are not as warm as cats and canines. They are always cold, icy, fierce, and should not be approached by strangers.If the temperature is too low, it will become lazy.

But this is his own little treasure, Song Jian hugged Xiaodiu tightly, and after a few minutes, turned over again.

"Sentry, you are insomnia, I preliminarily speculated that you were disturbed by Zhou Yun."

"Impossible." Song Jian buried his face in the soft pillow, his side face pressed a sharp dividing line, his eyes kept blinking, "I ask you, are there any stars to see where you work?"

Wang Ba was silent for a long time.

"Occasionally." Wang Ba's voice was more humane.

"I never saw the stars before. But my brother said, the stars are very beautiful." Song Jian said, then closed his eyes, and said nothing.

The black mamba slid silently on his body, wrapped around his legs to his upper arms, and stopped on the side of his arms.Its eyes are always aimed at the entrance of the rest cabin, protecting its own territory.

Visual disability is more painful than total blindness, at least Song Qian thinks so.

If he couldn't see at all, maybe he would be blind in An An's manner, because he could only see silhouettes, which would cause a lot of irritability for no reason.

A fussy half-blind child is far more troublesome than an able-bodied child.Before he was abandoned, Song Jian would be beaten by his father every time he made a fuss.

Because he couldn't see clearly and was eager to see clearly, Song Jian would scratch his eyelids like a wild animal, tearing everything around him.He screamed, screamed harshly, and he would keep screaming until he was completely dumb, unable to speak for days.

Grabs his own arm and scratches.

He couldn't see, and couldn't cut his nails by himself, nail biting became Song Jian's pastime.Sometimes the bite bleeds, and the nail edge is gnawed into burrs, and it can hurt for a long time to scratch.

But these pains can temporarily relieve the pressure caused by visual impairment.

Then...why didn't you make a fuss later?Song Jian recalled before falling asleep, ah, I remembered.

Because when I was making a fuss, I was discovered by my brother.He pinned himself down, beat his hands and arms, and every blow was extremely painful.Song Jian was so beaten that he really didn't dare to catch him again.

The day my elder brother picked him up, he beat him up. Song Jian was frightened, and he even changed his name.

Song Jian doesn't remember much about his life before changing his name, perhaps because he was too young at that time to remember at all.Or maybe they are locked in the tent every day, looking forward to some mother-in-law basking in the sun at the entrance of the tent, sitting on the edge and chatting with the mother-in-law.

But the life after changing the name, every day, Song Jian can remember clearly.Their homes, blankets, kettles, knives, hemp ropes, horses, thorn flowers... even though he couldn't see them, everything took root in his head.

"Brother..." Song Jian was immersed in his dream, and it was a rare day that he didn't hold the gun, but hugged the quilt.

When he woke up again, Song Jian was awakened by the sound of arguing.The sentinel's hearing is too developed, and even the slightest movement can't escape.Xiao Diu was still in his arms, with his head resting on his chin.

Looking at each other.

Realizing that its master had woken up, it happily circled around Song Jian's neck, coiling around the circle of scars.

He lay down for a while, and there was still noise outside, so he swallowed a mouthful of mouthwash and got up to have a look.

It was a few sentries fighting, and Song Jian was used to seeing them. The sentries were aggressive and easily irritated. An administrator would come.Sure enough, the administrator came, first ordered them to separate, and then climbed up the ladder to Song Jian's position.

"Report, I didn't fight." Song Jian was afraid that he would misunderstand, "I just watched them fight..."

"I need you for something." The manager said, his hair was gray and he was a retired sentry.

"What's the matter?" Song Jian put on his clothes, he didn't know what was wrong, and there was a kind of joy in his heart, "Is it Chief Zhou Yun looking for me?"

On Wang Ba's side, he sighed.Sure enough, it is still shallow dependence.

"Officer Zhou Yun has a mission, he's gone to the front line." The administrator handed Song Jian a black supply bag, "He gave it to me before he left, let me give it to you. It's something you left behind."

dropped?I didn't leave anything behind, except for the pair of glasses.Song Jian took it over, thanked the administrator, closed the door, and opened the supply bag.

It was full of apples, he flipped, and underneath were some green leaves.

"What did he give you?" Wang Ba asked.

"Oh... something to eat." Song Jian was flattered, picked up a vegetable leaf and chewed slowly, "Have you ever eaten vegetable?"

"No." Wang Ba recorded over there, "Why did he give it to you?"

Song Jian couldn't think of an answer either. "I don't know... However, Chief Zhou Yun is very kind to the sentinel. He also said that the relationship between the sentinel and the guide is not to work hard, but to protect each other."

"Do you know what happened to you now?" Wang Ba reminded him, "He has rebuilt your mental landscape for you and helped you build a spiritual wall. I suspect that you have developed a very shallow dependence on him. Otherwise, how could you help a guide? say?"

Very shallow dependencies?Song picked it up and pushed the supply bag away. "Really? This won't work. I still have to find my brother. How can I rely on him? No, no, my brother will be furious if he finds out."

"So, stay vigilant and hostile." Wang Ba reminded him again, "You can approach him just to steal information, but be careful of the guide's deception."

Song Jian hummed, but he didn't dare to eat the apples, so he piled them up and put them one by one on the top of the cabinet.

But... Chief Zhou Yun is on the front line. Will the front line... be dangerous?

This question has been lingering in Song Jian's head for several days.

A few days later, Song Jian ate up all the green leaves, but the apples were still piled up.Even if you don't eat them, you can smell their fragrance every day.

Especially once the door of the rest cabin is closed, the smell has nowhere to escape.This morning, Song Jian opened the door and stretched himself.

"Brother Picking!" A cheery voice next to him.

Song Jian turned his head to see that it was Yin Sheng. "Why are you?"

"I'm living next door to you!" There was also a male lion sticking out his head with Yin Sheng.It is very big, and its mane is beautiful and thick, but it does not feel arrogant. It is obviously a lion that has just grown up.

"Let's go have dinner together!" Yin Sheng invited him, "I invite you!"

"Another day, I have something to do today." Song Jian did have something important to do, so he put on his clothes and went to the public washing area to clean himself first.On his return, he slid all the cans into the supply bag, sacked the gun bag, and set off.

The weight of more than 100 cans made his shoulders sore.

There are more people on train 44, and the Sentinels like to go downtown.The mobile base was too big, and it was completely rebuilt according to the human city before the earth's rotation slowed down. When it arrived at the terminal, a bustling street appeared in front of Song Jian.

Sentinels have no money, but they can come here to spend points.

Song Jian walked into a cafeteria, reported the number, and asked for a fan.It is said to be vermicelli, but it is actually canned food, but it is a canned food that tastes like vermicelli.

I didn't dislike it before, but now I ate the cakes and green leafy vegetables in the S-level guide's house, and Song Jian's tongue began to picky eaters.But the food is exchanged for one's own points and cannot be wasted.

Brother also said before, not to waste, the most important thing is to live.

Song Jian was eating canned food slowly, and he didn't know what Zhou Yun was doing now... Does the big guide usually have tasks?what task?How many Sentinels operate together?Who will accompany him in action?

Wait, Song Jian put down the spoon, what did he think he was doing?

"Why don't you eat?" Wang Ba suddenly stopped when he heard the sound of eating.

"Let me ask you." Song Jian asked in ventriloquism, "If..."

"You don't need to ask, you have asked me many times about guides in the past few days." Wang Ba said without hesitation, "Admit it, it is indeed shallow dependence. But it is not serious, as long as his guide element is in the Once your body metabolizes cleanly, it will disappear.”

"Really? He did the same with those S-level sentries? I can't rely on him, I have to find my brother." Song Jian hasn't had an injection these days, and the real guide element gave him all-round protection, "Then... what are the manifestations of shallow dependence?"

"I'll be slightly possessive of the guide, Song Jian, don't tell me you've already..."

"Impossible!" Song Jian immediately denied, "I... I will be normal when the guideline is completely metabolized. Don't talk nonsense."

As soon as he finished speaking, a person who looked like Zhou Yun drifted past the corner of Song Jian's eyes.That uniform seemed to be a guide too.

sir?He came back from his mission?Song Jian put down the can and chased him out.

The author has something to say: Pick up: I want to find my brother!

Zhou Yun: ...

Because 48 hours have passed, there are only a little scratches left, so I can't see what's going on.