Therapy Planet No. 13

Li Ming blinked, not knowing whether he understood or not, showing the innocence that a child should have, "I will tell the teacher."

After finishing speaking, she looked at Angor who was frowning while eating a dinner that completely lost his original appearance, showing a row of neat white teeth: "Ann, you must cherish the present."

"why?"

Angor narrowed her eyes, and she noticed the subtle change in the way the little devil called her.

"Because when you enter treatment room 13, you will realize how happy it is to be able to eat now."

There was a blunt sound from the fork of dawn and the silver dinner plate underneath, which was made of porcelain and stainless steel.

"Goodbye~"

The little ghost head ate fast, and soon disappeared in front of the two of them like the wind.

It's just that the message left behind is meaningful. Angel and Lui looked at each other in a strange way. Lui felt that Angor's eyes were burning like a ball of fire, and quickly retracted them.

"Tsk, you're scared." Angel tilted his head, and suddenly moved to the edge of Louie's earlobe and bit his ear.

The sultry breath sprayed on Lui's earlobe, and the root of the ear quickly turned reddish.

Angel found that Louis's earlobe was extremely sensitive to this sudden surprise attack, and couldn't help teasing it repeatedly.

"A506!"

Seeing this scene, the instructor in charge of guarding immediately shouted, "Don't whisper!"

Angel was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately realized that this was calling his serial number. He vaguely remembered that there was indeed such a thing in the "College Rules", so he shrugged and showed a panicked expression: "Sorry."

……

There are also regulations on the eating time of three meals a day, which is quite long compared to regular military schools, but for Union citizens who are used to laxity, it is not an easy task to meet their dietary needs within the specified time .

Louis almost controlled his eating speed and followed Angel to return the plate.

Return the plate, the study is over, and the punishment begins.

Angel once really wanted to smash the instructor's head to see if it was a flesh and blood body, or a bionic man made of advanced materials.

——Otherwise, how could he linger like a dutiful robot?

Perhaps it was because of the special "source" of the two people, and they had no sense of resistance at all. The instructor did not carry the two of them away like he did with the "Capital Star". corner, and finally stopped in front of an ordinary wooden door.

There was a log-colored halo faintly exuding outside, and a small horn sign was suspended on the wall beside it, with a big "X" piercingly drawn above it with a red beam of light.

The highest level of silencer.

"Go in."

The instructor said to the two, before Angel could speak, Louie turned the doorknob obediently, turned sideways, and silently forced Angel behind to go first.

Clean, uncluttered, floor-to-ceiling and surrounding interior walls are pure white without a trace of magazines.

The soles of the shoes step on the ground, and the dust brought in from the outside falls on the floor with a rustle, and is quickly absorbed by the self-cleaning floor-this kind of excessively clean floor is often fixed as a severe cleanliness for the crowd. patient.

Or a laboratory that needs to be kept clean.

The whole room was empty except for a leather single bed placed in the center.

There was a pure white and flawless helmet on the bedside, just big enough to cover the entire head.

"Two people?"

At this time, a person who was almost integrated with the environment turned from the standing position with his hands behind his back to the door, and asked the instructor outside the door.

White coat, white skin, a pair of eyes are very light silvery white.

It's just that there is a silver instructor's badge on the left chest of the white coat, which proves that he is a person who is specially in charge of operating the treatment equipment.

The instructor nodded, and his eyes shifted slightly in the direction of Angel.

With Qi Yong's advance notice, everyone regarded the lurking Lui as "one of our own".

This time, the severance was only aimed at Angel.

That's all.

"Lie down."

As the instructor closed the door with a "click" sound, the therapist's steady and calm voice sounded, "A506, you go first."

Angel raised his mouth, "Why?"

However, no one talked nonsense to her, and the therapist said to Lui directly: "L209, help put him up."

Angel saw Lu Yi's expression of unhindered action, and immediately surrendered, "Okay, okay, don't trouble your old man! I'll go by myself!"

She quickly lay flat on the single bed, obediently stretched out her hand to touch the helmet, but the therapist directly took a picture of her paw, succinctly:

"Lie down and don't move."

"Hmm..." Angel put away his paws that were trying to make small movements, and his wet eyes fired at the therapist indiscriminately, releasing a weak, pitiful, and helpless signal, "Then...then you lighten up." Son, I'm afraid of pain~"

The therapist ignored her and fixed the helmet on her head. When everything was ready, he said to Louis, "Come here, hold her down."

Angel noticed a sly smile on his lips.

Debug, button, start.

In the process of researching the brain, the researchers concluded that breaking through the mental threshold of 1 would allow them to connect their mental network to the star network, and everyone was in an uproar.

This means that human beings can freely manipulate part of the consciousness in the brain. Many people who worship the ancients call it the ancient oriental Taoism and the dantian, or the concretization of the meditation mentioned in Buddhism. It is even more outrageous. The monism that directly denies materialism in philosophy supports the dualism that emphasizes both matter and spirit, which is not recognized by the academic circles.

No matter how intense the discussion was at that time, the discovery of the spirit network has become a fact, and the division of the spirit threshold has become the so-called common sense later.And the strength of the mental threshold is often equated with the matching degree of the star network and the mecha.

The helmet seemed to have a hypnotic effect, and Angel soon found himself unable to move.

But not completely "unconscious".

She could feel Luina's slightly callused palm tightly locking her wrist, and she could also hear the even breathing of the three people in the room. What was even more acute was her terribly lucid consciousness, as if she had just recovered from a long battle. Waking up from the dream, every cell in the body is screaming.

"...It seems that I don't feel much... Why don't you try something stronger?"

Angel couldn't open his eyes, and could only rely on his keen hearing to judge how far the so-called treatment had progressed.

In the first second of debugging, there is no feeling.

In the second second, I didn't feel anything.

For the third second, there was still no feeling.

"Some people's mental network is stronger, and they really need greater stimulation..."

"L209, hold her limbs down, don't just fix her wrist."

As these words fell, Angel suddenly felt an extremely sharp and sharp pain coming from his temples on both sides!

She instinctively wanted to curl up together, but Lui dutifully held her body still.

From the lively laughter and scolding to the paleness that is close to collapse is just an instant thing.

Like someone violently destroying your mental net with a small long needle while holding a gravity hammer, for a moment, Angel felt that he seemed to have lost control of his mental net, and his whole body was drenched in a lot of cold sweat. Wet, from the brain to the heart there is only a painful pain.

"Gag her mouth, be careful to bite her tongue."

Louis quickly pinned Angel's lips that subconsciously wanted to self-mutilate, and the freshly scabbed wound on her lips was bitten by herself again, and the faint smell of blood permeated the treatment room.

Lu Yi could see that this was a kind of destruction specifically aimed at the spiritual network.

As if a part of his body was being torn apart alive, Angel's chest heaved violently up and down. Although it was not a physical injury, the hysteria that erupted at that moment could be called despair!

"You want me dead!"

When Louie removed the helmet from Angor's head as requested by the therapist, Angor opened his eyes weakly, and found that he could not control the movement of his limbs, and could only say this sentence.

Very sure.

The therapist shrugged his shoulders, showing appreciation in his tone, "The ability to bear is good."

Louie noticed a small burnt black spot on either side of Angor's temple.

"You want me to die here."

Angel's tone calmed down. The stimulation of the spirit network just now was too great, which made her spirit a little sluggish.

"Who told you to come where you shouldn't be." The therapist finally didn't go around in circles with her.

Angel wanted to say something, but was cut off impatiently by the therapist.

He said indifferently: "Everyone here is like this, you are not alone."

When Lui was lying on it, the therapist didn't adjust it to the intensity that Angor had.

Although painful, it is still within tolerable range.

It's just that when the intensity gradually increased, Louis gradually noticed that the originally damaged spiritual network began to move away from its original range little by little. More precisely, there was a slight evolution within the spiritual network.

She could clearly feel that there seemed to be another group of discordant little things gradually growing and expanding in the originally unified and huge spiritual realm.

Inconspicuous, subtle, but not to be ignored.

Compared with the original spiritual network that was as quiet as a deep pool, this new one gives people a feeling of bursting, manic and unstable disordered balance, like an active volcano that will erupt at any time, and every place exudes a feeling.

Angel gave her the feeling.

Restless, crazy, ready to burn out at any moment.

From the flames, Louis saw a vague bird-shaped outline, spreading its long wings, being born and dying repeatedly in the blink of an eye.

Phoenix.

A name was on her lips:

"...Phoenix...X..."

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