Therapy Planet No. 13

Jessica.

If you call out this name on the simulated social page of Starnet, there must be countless people looking back at you at the same time.

——Whether it is in the real society or in the virtual life of the Internet, this is a very common name.

"Didn't I tell you to knock before entering?"

Locke's tone was a little unhappy. There was a brand new glass jar in the corner of the medical room, which was filled with a transparent liquid, with a slight light blue shimmer - if you ignore the soaked inside, you don't know If it is a human organ taken from some unlucky person, it will be a very beautiful glass art.

Apparently, the successive "jobs" have made Locke severely shorten the time for "independent research" to release his nature today.

"Feel sorry."

Lui collected her thoughts, and realized that since she awakened the blood of Sirois, her behavior had become more and more similar to Angel's invisibly.He didn't even knock on the door before entering, which was something that he never dared to think about in the past.

"never mind."

Locke rubbed his brows and relaxed a little after realizing that it was Lui, but his attitude was not so good as to pour a glass of water and leave someone here for a long talk: "What's wrong?"

"Medicine." Louie said concisely, her gaze calmly scanned Jessica, the only patient in the room, and swept around the medical room full of various medical equipment, but did not find Dawn.

Jessica can't see the obvious pure blood, like most multi-galactic hybrids in today's society, she seems to be separated from the differences of individual planets.

She is not tall, and she is considered short for a child, and there is still a little baby fat on her round face—Lui very doubts how Jessica can maintain her round face under the dark cooking at school—she couldn't help it. It is still speculated that Jessica may have the ancestry of the Keente.The people there are like this, the skeleton is too big, but they don't look fat, and they are more of a kind of soft and cute.

She was sitting on the operating table, her left forearm was firmly clamped by a mechanical bandage—it was not fixed on the neck, but fixed on both sides of the bone through a special technique to ensure the maximum flexibility of the patient .

The toes rubbed against the ground, revealing a section of pink anklet in a blink of an eye, and secretly winked at Lu Yi, revealing a slight inaudible arc, which was regarded as an expression of his friendliness.

Lui nodded, without a smile on his face, and unhurriedly withdrew his scrutiny, and said to Locke, "We've finished eating Canaan, do you have any more?"

These words successfully attracted Locke's attention, and his scrutinizing eyes cut on Lui like a blade. If eyes can kill, at this time, Loui has been cut into one hundred and one pieces by Locke's eyes that are the same color as a scalpel. Each of the eight pieces was placed under a microscope for all-round observation.

"Finish?" He asked back in disbelief, with slight surprise in his voice, "That's a whole month's worth! You've eaten it all!?"

Jessica tilted her head and looked at Louis timidly, with envious curiosity in her eyes.

"And Anran." Louis didn't move at all, and she wasn't lying, she just slightly exaggerated the facts.

When suppressing the expansion of the spirit net, Louis didn't notice the dosage at all, and almost swallowed more than half of the whole bottle. After knowing the function of this thing, he didn't touch it, and spent a little time at night. Kung fu grinds the pills into powder little by little, kicks them in the pocket, and quietly disperses them from the pocket into the air during the activity class the next day.

Louis was very cautious. Even though the powder could be taken away by the wind at any time, she still divided it into several batches before dispersing it. The purpose was to prevent the cleaning team from becoming suspicious when they saw a large amount of abnormal white powder.

Although Locke, who is essentially one of the students here, has obtained the privilege of independent research and exemption from learning, he was not informed of Lui's real identity by Qi Yong after all.

I just heard that you should be more polite to Louis, but through Li Ming, a little spy, you can vaguely guess the relationship between Louis and Angel.

So Locke just nodded when he heard this, "This is the last bottle for you, it will take some time for me to make the next batch, just wait."

"When?" Louis asked, seemingly eagerly.

"It depends on your mood." Locke shrugged and pointed at Jessica casually, "She's not honest, it's probably only these two days."

"Dishonest?" Louis raised his voice slightly.

"It's just a personal hobby." Jessica took the lead from Locke, obviously not wanting to discuss this topic in front of an outsider like Louis.

Locke snorted softly from his nasal cavity, and a pair of absolutely neutral eyes flashed a contemptuous smile: "As far as your personal hobby is concerned, I am afraid that only newcomers do not know this place. Sooner or later, you will know, you are afraid what."

He said, ignoring Jessica's protest in a low voice, and said to Lui: "The biggest stand-alone game manufacturer in the school, if you feel that life here is too boring, you may wish to chat with her, you will be pleasantly surprised."

"Quack doctor!" Jessica frowned dissatisfied, as if complaining that he said it so casually.

"What does it matter? When did you find He Xiangbin and stowed a bunch of data cables? It's already an open secret." Locke didn't take Jessica's threat seriously, and his tone contained With a bit of warning, "How many times have I told you not to indulge in your toys so frequently? If you continue like this without the assistance of the star network, your personal spiritual network will collapse sooner or later. It will not only be Canaan Well, it’s good not to be a vegetable lying on the bed.”

Louie is very smart and has collected a lot of information from this conversation between Locke and Jessica.

The current games are all connected to the online mode of the Star Network. Even if it is a single-player game, it has to rely on the huge processor of the Star Network because the current immersive game needs to load the personal mental network.

Locke mentioned that Jessica is the manufacturer of the stand-alone game here, and since it exists, it must be able to run.But this place cannot be connected to the star network, so the only possibility is that the burden of spiritual connection is on the developer itself.

Linking to the mentioned "spiritual network collapse", it further proved Louie's guess.

The Jessica in front of me not only has a huge mental network that can carry the mental information flow of many people, but also has a genius-like ability to independently build a closed network.

It is really hard to imagine that such a person is a 13-year-old girl.

Jessica was silent after hearing this.

"Where's An Ran?" Locke tidied up the equipment on the table and asked casually, "She didn't come?"

Lui asked back, "Are you very interested in her?"

With a smile on the corner of Locke's mouth, he whistled and said something unclear:

"Every day, I can basically handle a few corpses. It can be said that I can see what kind of heart is hidden under their skin and flesh with my scalpel. I thought she was very close to me. Like, and compared with you, they are two completely different people, but now it seems that I was wrong."

Locke raised his head and looked at Lu Yi with serious eyes: "Although I don't know what you have experienced in these few days, but now I admit that you and An Ran are the same kind of people, and I am willing to bow down."

Although he didn't say it clearly, Louie's heart tightened when Locke's words were unclear.

She restrained her ups and downs, maintained a calm expression, and hummed softly: "Oh?"

The tone is calm and unwavering, and the tail does have a hook, like a poisonous scorpion hiding in the cold rock crevices, ready to kill any prey that moves.

The conversation with Angel last night flashed through her mind.

At that time, Angel was angrily smashing the walls around after she couldn't get what he longed for, but after venting for a while, he quickly stabilized his emotions, lying on the bed and returning to his charming appearance before. .

"Louis, do you know why we have disappeared in recent years?"

Angel said softly: "Because after the Great War, our group condensed a brand-new principle, which is engraved in everyone's genes, and that is - patience."

"Although this ability is not strong yet, it has improved a lot compared to the ones who didn't know about patience before." Angel counted similar nouns with his fingers, "Patience, restraint, dormancy, waiting..."

She turned over on the bed, and the thin quilt slipped off her back completely, revealing a large area of ​​white skin inside, the key parts were covered by the quilt, but there was a temptation to refuse.

Louie's throat tightened, and he still firmly looked away, without saying a word.

"This thing is also related to everyone's nature. You see, even if you become us, you are the most tolerant person among 'us'." Angel laughed softly, "The same thing, compressed The smaller it is, the louder the 'bang—' when it explodes."

"Blow everything up to pieces."

Angel dragged his chin and glanced obsessively at every inch of Louie's body, with infinite excitement in his throat: "Louis, I'm looking forward to the day you explode."

"Do you know the difference between you and me?"

Locke suddenly changed the subject and said, "I know that you want to get something from He Xiangbin that he can't provide, and I also know that you actually appeared in front of me this time for this matter. You are looking for Liming, but I can tell you responsibly that I don’t need to know less than that little ghost—after all, even that little ghost was delivered by me.”

"condition?"

"Oh, talking about money hurts feelings... Not many people have died recently, I just want to create more corpses." Locke smiled harmlessly to humans and animals, and concluded, "You are an active volcano with no time, no goals, no The direction, I, timing, considerable, so predictable, but he is an extinct volcano that can't die anymore."

"He has lost the desire to explode."