Therapy Planet No. 13

George put on a clean black shirt, the collar was unbuttoned, revealing a small white collarbone.

Wearing off-white casual trousers on her lower body, she seemed to be consciously trying to raise Erlang's legs, but she immediately put them down as soon as they crossed together.

With his hands on his knees and his back straight, he only sat on a third of the wicker chair.From time to time, he looked out of the window, but quickly turned his gaze back, and his gaze flickered past the small round table at hand:

On it was a small plate of cake exuding a rich chocolate aroma, and the brown coffee was faintly exuding the aroma.The sunlight slanted in from the glass window on the side, casting a thin layer of light on his anxiety.

All the wounds on his body have been successfully repaired by the nano-robots, not even a single scar is visible, finally revealing the exquisite facial features that were originally covered by the stand-up collar and scars.

In all fairness, this is a good-looking lad.

Short and black hair, slightly three-dimensional facial features, and fair skin have an aesthetic feeling that could be broken at any time under the sunlight.The heroic spirit of the young man is vividly set off by the long-term training and strong body, not to mention the calm and unwavering silence hidden under the pupils.

"How are you resting?"

Angel opened the door and walked in with a cup of tea-colored drink.

When George looked up and saw the color of the glass, he trembled uncontrollably. Then he quickly calmed down, and subconsciously reached out to the collection of poems on the small round table next to him, put the book on his knees, and nodded immediately. Answers to Ingres' inquiries.

"Don't be so nervous. This is a very famous fruit in this place. The juice is delicious. Although the color is similar to 'ice tea', the effect is completely different."

Angel took a sip and invited with a smile: "Would you like to have a taste?"

"No." George replied immediately, with a hint of tiredness in his voice.

"What about the desserts?" Angel continued to ask, "The desserts are made by the most famous pastry chef in the nearby star field and shipped in by air. The coffee beans are also authentic earth specialties. I believe the taste will not be bad."

A small piece of the cake was dug out with a fork, revealing obvious jagged shapes, obviously eaten.

"Fine." George nodded.

Angel smiled: "Don't be so cautious... I'm not a devil. You see, there are still many things worth experiencing in this world. Why live in that kind of boring asceticism? The most important thing in life is Isn't it just a joy? Compared with the previous penance, isn't the current life much happier?"

George twitched the corner of his mouth, and finally looked at Angel.

There was bewilderment and anger in those pitch-black pupils, he pointed to his heart and said, "But here, I can't feel it anymore."

"Well... take your time with this kind of thing. After all, you have just experienced such a thing. It will take some time to restore your trust in the world."

Angel shrugged indifferently, "Even if you don't believe me, you should still believe in Lui—you remember her, right? She was the one who captured you before—she is a living and reliable example around you."

George was taken aback for a moment, and then relaxed again. He kept silent: "When do we start?"

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Angel raised his eyebrows, and didn't dwell on this topic.

She focused on the poetry collection next to her, but she replied: "This sentence should not be asked to me, but to you-are you ready? If you don't like someone asking you, you can write it down ... There is no time limit, the time in the entire room belongs to you."

George's eyes lowered, he avoided Angor's gaze, and his gaze shone on the bronzing poetry collection beside him.

It seems not.

Angel had a panoramic view of George's reaction.

But this was expected, so she wasn't surprised.

Destroying a person's heart is similar to demolition of a house: first, a large area of ​​blasting must be carried out, and then time must be spent waiting to prevent flying rocks or other safety hazards, and then proceed to the next round of destruction after confirming that there is no problem, and so on until Reach the goal.

It's time for another push in the back.

"A man has two Is...one awake in the light, one asleep in the dark...this is my favorite line of poetry, how about you?"

Angel approached suddenly, picked up the book of poems with one hand, and saw the opened page clearly.

"Ah, I like this one too."

She leaned down slightly, and put her lips next to George's ear, "No one here can hear your prayers, do you know why?"

George's eyes froze suddenly.

Angel's mouth did not open, but her words clearly reached George's mind.

This is the unique ability of Siloist.

At first, George thought that the phrase "My child, you are doing well" was a response to his belief in the gods, but the sentence appeared only once, and then disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there is endless sinking and spiritual degradation.

At first, he was able to comfort himself with "this is a test", but until that happened, when he got up from a naked girl, he completely began to doubt whether that sentence was just his hallucination.

Babel believes that there is nothing that communication cannot solve, but it is the different languages ​​that create the communication barrier, which leads to the root of violence.

But George now remembered what happened when he lost his mind.

no no no.

But he couldn't hear it, there was no such thing as language, and violence still happened, and it wasn't even driven by language at all, and the gods didn't come.

However, just when he was about to give up, he heard this voice that transcended language again.

From the devil here.

And it was this voice that convinced him in a drowsy state that everything he did was a response to the reward of the gods.

"why."

George's lips moved, but no sound came out.

Angor narrowed his eyes and chuckled.

The sweet-looking demon whispered in his ear: "If you worship the existence of transcending languages, then I am your god."

George's body began to tremble, at first it was only a slight tremor, but soon, he couldn't suppress the chill in his heart, and even the knuckles holding the armrest of the wicker chair were turning white slightly.

There are two ways to destroy belief: first, let him be abandoned by his own belief;

Second, let him know that there are no gods in this world.

"By the way, this place has been controlled by the federal government. Although your partners have already gone back, the lovely pastors have also followed the federation to preach... Well, judging from the trend, it should be an action by the federation to rectify discipline. .In addition, as far as the moment is concerned, there is no news about missing persons.”

Angel put the collection of poems back into George's hands, and said condescendingly: "If you are not ready to say anything, I allow you to read this collection of poems... After all, we still have a long, long time, so wait patiently. "

Angel left after finishing speaking, and was stopped by George before leaving: "By the way, that...girl, how are you doing now?"

"It's good, I took the money and left happily." Angel said indifferently, "After all, our reward is very generous... I forgot to tell you, that appearance is also a performance, um... the acting skills are really good. Well, I almost believed it, what do you think?"

George froze in place.

Angel stopped suddenly when he was twisting the doorknob, and left a sentence in George's mind: "Welcome to embrace the new students."

The door slammed, shutting out the brief noise.

George stroked the rough texture of the paper with his fingers. Although it was well preserved, the publication year of this collection of poems can be traced back to 2000 years ago, so the paper is very yellowed, and if you use a little force, you may be worried that it will be fragile.

At this time, the poem in front of George was almost pierced by his scorching eyes:

In space no one can hear you scream;

And in a black hole, no one can see your disappearance;

I sit in the twilight and look at the vast space and time,

Such as the bright star river day and night looking at the wordless silence.

"My life is fading away..."

George closed his eyes, his lips whispered, and a contemptuous smile escaped from his throat.

The laughter grew louder and filled almost every crevice in the house.

He suddenly put down the collection of poems, there was a dull sound, picked up the electronic paper and pen that had been prepared on the table, took a deep breath, and slowly wrote down the first line following the sun beams shining on the book.

My life is fading away,

Swallowed up by the silent ink.

***

"Oh? This kid finally started writing."

As soon as Angel went out, Yue Ge raised his head in surprise, and boasted half in sarcasm and half in praise: "You're pretty good at it."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Angel nodded slightly, accepting the boast as a matter of course.

"You... that friend before, why did you kill her?"

Lu Yi was flipping through an e-magazine in boredom, and suddenly asked a question, "If her goal is to die... After a breakdown, most people either want to die or survive, but if she doesn't choose to commit suicide, then what?" It must be for survival."

But you still killed her, as a friend.

"the reason is simple."

Angel said softly, "Because that was the first mission I received."

She closed her eyes, and her tone was regretful and heavy, "Because of religious vendetta, someone paid me to destroy this small sect, I accepted it, and then, it was done."

Louis was momentarily speechless.

She suddenly remembered Angel's weirdness when he first mentioned this friend.

That expression was somewhere between guilt and indifference, even with a hint of nostalgia.

Even a person like Angel would feel guilty when doing the first mission, right?

Lui thought uncertainly, but she tried hard to examine her past, but found powerlessly that although she remembered every task she performed, she could only scan from the beginning to the end from an onlooker's perspective.

She was almost certain that if she was asked to discuss something she had done before, her tone would be flat - exactly the same as a debriefing report.

Louie suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill.

"By the way, I'm curious. Don't you guys call yourself 'wild dogs'? What method would you use in such a situation before?" Angel avoided the topic, his tone became brisk again, and he asked Yuege.

Yue Ge scratched his head: "I haven't encountered such a difficult...religious paladin before! We were just rumors of religion before, and we didn't expect it to really exist. But if we meet... I guess it will be the same? At most it took a while."

While talking, Yue Ge became more certain: "Well, after all, we are all human, and our mouths can always be pried open."

"Ah...here."

Yue Ge handed the electronic board in front of him to other people present, "The little toy made by Huo Wen...what George wrote can be transmitted to this screen at the same time, the target is Lui, that's right, the reason is..."

"Did you do anything a year ago?" Yue Ge asked in confusion.

"ah."

A trace of surprise appeared on Angor's face.

A year ago, Louis carried out a mission called "The Seed of Silos", and was exiled to planet 13. He finally escaped from all this. Now, after going around, someone came to him because of this incident ?

There was also a glint of darkness in Lui's eyes.

The highest-level secret order is known only to the executor and Almi.

Even if Almi did something for the Federation, the scope of knowledge should only be limited to the military and the Federation.

But why...a religion intervenes?

Does the military know?

Does the Federation know?

Why does the Church of Babel not hesitate to expose its armed forces to the public and face the danger of being inspected by the federal government at any time, so as to intervene in the affairs of the military and the federation?

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