nebula story

So, who is this person who opens the data packet at midnight every night? !

"Call out the video surveillance data of this building immediately." He ordered in a deep voice.

"I've checked it out, it's terrible, the school's sense of secrecy is not strict, and there are not many surveillance cameras in this building. And there is no strict curfew in the building at night, and a few students or researchers stay in the building overnight on each floor. "Moore's face was ugly, "Do you want to ask Professor Saar for suspicious signs? We need to transfer the information immediately and strengthen the monitoring and guarding of this building!"

"You don't need to report to Professor Saar first, if the suspect is someone close to him, and you find that his face is not right, you will be in trouble." Shaking his head calmly, His Royal Highness Lance's eyes returned to calm, "Everything is business as usual, don't show anything The signs that have been detected, the data package is still locked in the safe today."

After a moment of silence, Moore's eyes lit up: "Understood Your Highness, I will prepare right now."

Walking out of the conference room, His Highness Lance returned to Professor Saar's research room with a smile, and glanced at the groups of researchers in the room and the transmission device displayed on the light curtain, his eyes gradually turned cold.

As usual, once night fell, the entire building No. 5 fell into silence.Except for a few students who worked hard all night doing research on a few floors, most of the floors were already pitch black.

The figure of a teenager followed the usual route and silently entered the corridor on the eighteenth floor.The moment he stepped out of the elevator, his figure paused slightly, as if a little hesitant.The entire corridor was quiet, and it should be the same as before. I looked up and looked around, but I didn't find anything strange.

Chesu's outstretched feet retracted, a strange feeling entangled his toes, almost wanting to escape this dark space for an instant.

In the shadow of the stairway more than ten meters away from him, several pairs of eyes looked at his hesitantly extending and retracting toes, almost tensing his body slightly.The leading figure was about to attack uncontrollably, but a pair of hands quietly made a gesture to stop it in time.

Sure enough, the thin but tall figure in the elevator still stretched out his feet, looked around, and came out quietly.

The eyes at the stairs in the corridor remained motionless, watching the prey walk into Professor Saar's door and open the door skillfully, Moore's heart throbbed: Sure enough!

Quietly waiting for the curtains of that room to be closed, only a faint light leaked out, and patiently waiting for a few minutes of silence in the room, Moore finally silently made a cold gesture, towards the room. The door approached.

Taking a deep breath, the ion gun in Moore's hand was already loaded, and he suddenly kicked open the solid alloy door, and a dozen commandos temporarily dispatched from the military rushed into the door neatly and swiftly. ...

In the dim light of a room, a young man was lazily lying half-lying on the ground with his chin propped up. The shoes on his feet had been taken off at some point, and his clean feet were swinging. He was looking up at the huge light curtain in front of him intently. .Surprised by the loud noise behind him, he turned his head in astonishment, and looked at the group of burly men who rushed in like menacing spirits.

"Grab it!" At a glance of the most top-secret core mecha information on the light curtain, Moore's heart was clenched.

Four or five military commandos rushed over like wolves. The boy's first reaction was naturally to resist, but within a few seconds, he heard a few short and hoarse screams, and his hands were firmly locked. Cut behind him, he was severely punched in the chest and abdomen, and a foot slammed into the crook of his leg. With a scream, he knelt down on the ground in embarrassment.

The crowd parted quietly, and a young man in full military uniform walked forward quietly, looking expressionlessly at the boy who was pushed down on the ground.A slight astonishment flashed by, he seemed completely unaware of the criminal's age.

"Who are you, a spy of the Federation?" His Highness the Third Prince asked lightly, and for a moment, he felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.

The young man in front of him lowered his head weakly and did not reply.

Walking slowly in front of him, Lance made a gesture, and the long and messy black hair on the young man's forehead was grabbed by the hands behind him, forcing him to raise his head.

His sharp eyes scanned the eyes that were tightly closed due to pain, and His Royal Highness Lance found something interesting.

The pair of black-rimmed glasses on the boy's face were flat.

Taking it off casually, Lance said softly, "Open your eyes."

As if being comforted by his gentle voice, the boy finally endured the tearing pain in his chest and ribs, and slowly raised his eyes.

The room was quiet, no one dared to intervene when His Highness the Third Prince was interrogating the prisoner, only the sound of suppressed breathing could be heard.

Touching the boy's eyes as black as lacquer, Lance was dazed for a while.The eyes of this strange boy are too clear and pure. Although they are obviously guarded, they don't have that kind of deep cunning or complexity.

"Who are you? Why do you want to steal military information?" Asked again gently, His Highness Lance's tone was not harsh and cold, but just pointed out the facts, "You are not surprised to see our military uniforms——you You know the top-secret nature of this information, right?"

After watching him quietly for a while, the boy finally nodded with difficulty, and Lance signaled the people behind him to let his hair go.

Soon, the messy black hair covered his smooth forehead and half of his cheeks again.Taking a breath, he said softly: "I'm not a thief, I'm just curious... I accidentally broke in and saw it, so I wanted to study it."

curious?Research it?

Listening to this nonsense in amazement, His Highness Lance couldn't quite believe his ears.

Close to his ear, Moore's voice with hints of anger quietly sounded: "Your Highness, just leave it to our military department, don't waste your time here."

After a moment of silence, His Royal Highness Lance looked at the handsome young man with clear eyes, feeling a little strangely shaken in his heart: "I'll give you one more chance, just tell me your identity and purpose, okay? Believe me, once you hand over Military, everything about you will be pryed out, no exceptions."

After a slight shock, Chesu finally understood how powerful it was.The idea of ​​avoiding death by not speaking is really unrealistic.

Not only can't protect Professor Saar, but it will inevitably implicate more people.

"I'm Professor Saar's student. I didn't mention him just now because I was afraid of causing trouble to the teacher. If you don't believe me, you can contact him." Chesu replied in a low voice, "I... I am a student at the school. Andy."

Looking at him suspiciously, Moore started dialing the phone.A moment later, Professor Saar's voice came from a hazy awakening, and he suddenly increased his voice after hearing a sentence: "Yes, yes, the student in my room is a research and development personnel who has been approved by me, you are not allowed to touch him! I'm coming right now, you wait!"

"Click" the phone was hung up in a hurry, because the family lived in the school, so only a few minutes later, the old professor in pajamas rushed in panting, with the silver-gray scarf hanging around his neck.

Seeing Chesu whose hands were cut behind his back, his eyes sparkled with anger, and he ran over and violently broke the arms of those soldiers: "Go away, don't hurt my students!"

Quietly waving his hands, His Royal Highness Lance felt relieved for some reason.

"Teacher, it seems that this is a misunderstanding. Is he really a student at the school, is his name Andy?" He said with a smile.

Slightly startled, the old professor looked at Chesu and nodded hastily: "That's right, that's right!"

Moore next to him didn't ignore his momentary hesitation, his eyes flashed sharply, he turned around and quietly went out the door.

"Oh, I don't know if the teacher can explain to him why this researcher didn't appear on the list, but came here alone late every night to read top-secret documents?" Lance respectfully pulled the chair over to Professor Saar and motioned to his subordinates He also brought Chesu a seat.

Looking angrily at the sturdy followers around him, Professor Saar frowned, and said reluctantly after a while: "This student is my beloved disciple, but he has a little bit of social phobia. , and is prone to insomnia. I personally approved him to use the night to come here to help solve some problems in the research and development. Don't worry, I agree with all of this. If there is any problem, I will take full responsibility for it!"

Listening silently, Chesu finally raised his head at this time, and glanced at the gray-haired old professor with his big dark eyes.

Meeting his gaze with a smile, His Royal Highness Lance nodded: "Of course I believe in the teacher, and I also believe that the owner of these eyes is magnanimous."

Curiously looking back at the image on the light curtain, he signaled the soldiers to go out, leaving only the three people in the room: "But I'm really a little curious, teacher, you seem to have given him too much authority and too high a rating .”

Looking at him, Professor Saar wordlessly opened several detailed pictures of the data package, which were neatly laid out in the window of the light curtain display: "This is the improved picture of the most critical linkage device of the control system, and this is the picture of the leg joints. The selection of metal materials for the hydraulic device, and the idea of ​​adjusting the micro-motion angle of the electric sensor seat in the cockpit are all proposed by Che... Andy alone proposed it. The joint research and development team has been tossing for so many days, you might as well find someone to do it. Let’s ask, who actually came up with a feasible proposal.”

Looking at the pictures displayed on the light curtain in astonishment, Lance looked at the silent boy standing barefoot on the carpet in disbelief.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Moore walked in, nodded slightly at Lance, leaned over and said softly: "I just called the student registration department urgently, and it seems that there is no problem. This student named Andy is a student who graduated from high school last year. The high-achieving students who were admitted to the college did score exceptionally high in several courses. He is 174cm tall, which matches this person."

Nodding to signal him to go out, Lance looked at Professor Saar who was protecting the boy like a baby bird, and couldn't help but smile: "Teacher, okay, I understand that this little boy was misunderstood by us. .”

Unable to hide his surprise and shock anymore, he sighed: "I really can't believe that these designs are all out of his mind. It seems that there are such things as geniuses in this world."

Without answering his words, Chesu's heartbeat still did not calm down.The immediate crisis seems to have been alleviated, but the false use of Master Andy's name turned out to be a hidden bomb.How to do how to do?

Looking down at the boy's silent side face, Lance was silent for a moment, walked over and suddenly stretched out his hand to gently press his chest ribs.

With a sound of "ah", Chesu uttered a scream unexpectedly, and Chesu couldn't help dodging backwards, the place where he was pinned was in severe pain, and after thinking about it, he knew that the bone was injured by the beating just now.

The experienced Lance withdrew his hand guiltily: "I'm sorry I didn't know your identity just now, your ribs are probably a little damaged. Give my men a chance and let them take you to the hospital, okay?"

Looking at him in horror, Chesu's mind buzzed.

Go to the hospital, take off your clothes to reveal the Dalit mark on your collarbone?

Shaking his head vigorously, cold sweat broke out on his forehead: "No,... no. I'm fine."

"You're sweating from the pain. The injury may be serious." Looking at him sincerely, His Royal Highness Lance's dark blue eyes were gentle and firm, and he stretched out his hand to pull him.