Lin Jingheng has been particularly chaotic in recent years. He has been imprisoned in the Space Prison for fourteen years. He is only a veteran of Dr. Harden, and he has to listen to him talk about the illusory interstellar society in a vague way. He feels that his temper has been greatly improved, but when he heard Zhan Lu talk about the "injection of biochips", he still couldn't help but be angry.

"What did you say?" Lin Jingheng suddenly pulled his wrist out, but he didn't pull it out, but his wrist was tighter. Lu Bixing's fingers were like shackles, which were still seriously violating the "Prisoner Human Rights Law". They were hard and cold, so tight that they made people feel a headache. This kind of hand force was simply a testimony. Lin Jingheng became more and more angry, "Bastard!"

At this time, as if he had noticed his move to break free, Lu Bixing's breathing became obviously rapid, and he wanted to curl up in pain, and his forehead hit the medical cabin.

Lin Jingheng was startled, and his anger was extinguished by nervousness: "What's wrong with him?"

"It doesn't matter, the sequelae of soothing agent No. 6," Zhan Lu replied. "Sothing agent No. 6 will cause brain wave disorders within a certain period of time. It is a normal phenomenon. Patients have low sleep quality and are prone to wake up. They have strong interaction ability with the outside world when they are asleep, and occasionally sleepwalking will occur."

Lin Jingheng was unreasonably provoked: "Your soothing agent has evolved to No. 6, why are the side effects even greater than the original version?"

"First of all, soothing agent No. 6 is a by-product of other agents, not an upgraded version of a product, and there are not many practical applications. Secondly, it does solve the problem of intense immediate muscle twitching, and in an emergency, it greatly increases the safety factor of the mecha driver, and..."

Lin Jingheng was impatient to listen to him recite the medicine instructions and interrupted Zhan Lu: "Tell me what to do."

"No need to take measures," said Zhanlu, "you should keep quiet and restrained, and try not to stimulate him."

Lin Jingheng was stunned for a moment, sat down gently on the edge of the medical cabin, slowing down his breathing, and then, with a little distracted, he sighed tiredly: "What's the use of you, why don't you stop him?"

"At that time, my autonomy was disabled. After the self-service authority was restored, due to the lack of relevant information, I could not accurately judge the risk of removing the chip, so it is not recommended to force it out." Zhan Lu slowly defended himself, "But after my autonomy was restored, I carried out a series of processes to prevent Principal Lu's irrational behavior, and the success rate was close to 100%.

Lin Jingheng lifted his eyelids and glanced at the little robot. This robot was purely imitation. I don’t know which part of the ratio was not right. It looked a little awkward, with a drooping eyebrows and a strange and down-and-out, so he gave him some face: "For example?"

Zhanlu: "For example, he once tried to clone you with one of your hair."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

Zhanlu reminded him: "We have just discussed it, you need to be quiet and restrained."

However, artificial intelligence does not understand human feelings so well. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Lin Jingheng's reaction was not fierce. He even stared at a daze, and then looked down at Lu Bixing in the medical cabin. The appearance was almost not changed. It is not difficult for people under a hundred years old to maintain their young body as long as they have a little adjustment in the medical cabin. As the head of the eighth galaxy, he also needs to show a good state at all times.

Lin Jingheng looked at this unchanged face and vaguely had an illusion, as if it was the same day as he said goodbye to Lu Biling and headed to the junction of the seven or eight galaxies.

That day, Galaxy City was breeze and sunny. He was holding a coat in one hand and putting white gloves on his hand. He said to Lu Bixing vaguely: "Let's go."

Lu Bixing rushed over and hugged him from behind, like a naughty child who was owed hands, using various small movements to make trouble, just to prevent him from leaving cleanly: "Let's make a bet, I bet you won't go and go back soon."

"No gambling," said Lin Jingheng, "My opinion is the same as you... I just dressed, don't make trouble!"

Lu Bixing sighed: "General EQ, why are you not motivated at all in this regard? If you hadn't become like this, you would have been destined to die alone - I'll teach you the right way, and you said to me, 'Baby, I bet the eighth sun will rise from the east of the Star of the Star tomorrow'."

Lin Jingheng did not cooperate: "Thank you, no, I'm not sick - you stretched your tongue out and spoke."

"I will immediately answer you 'Okay, I'll bet with you, I'll bet on the west side'," Lu Bixing skillfully ignored his incomprehensible charm, faced Lin Jingheng's contemptuous look like "you're full and full", and said without changing his expression, "This way I can lose myself to you."

Lin Jingheng: “…”

"I bet you won't go and go back soon. If I win, you won't go home for a few days, you will have to lose to me for a few days. You will have to do whatever I ask you to do, such as not wearing a shirt at home... Um."

Lin Jingheng was so entangled that he couldn't laugh and cry, so he had to pull him over and block his mouth hard, perhaps because he wanted to tie his tongue a knot, and then said, "Little bastard, he is getting more and more shameless", and left with a smile on his eyebrows.

The memory exploded into pieces and formed the face of the person in front of him. Lin Jingheng stretched out his hand in a strange way and gently wiped Lu Bixing's face, as if he wanted to wipe away the haze on it.

"There wasn't this before," he thought.

Suddenly, the thoughts of gains and losses on his way disappeared, and Lin Jingheng even had an indescribable anger in his heart. He thought, did so many people in the 8th Galaxy become women overnight, or were they all blind? For so many years, hasn't anyone come to accompany him? Even if he refuses and doesn't want to, no one has the patience to pursue for a few more years? In the past sixteen years, can anyone warm up a frozen little snake?

Lin Jingheng said to Zhanlu almost inexplicably: "What did you do if you fry his incubator?"

Zhan Lu always said rationally: "Using technical means to copy humans is forbidden in any legal system and has touched the moral bottom line. A copyist cannot replace the real you. Clones are even individuals. In addition, doing so will also cause many ethical problems. There are enough cases in history. Statistics show that this will not only not help comfort him, but will instead cause more and more difficult psychological problems, which are drinking poison to quench thirst."

Who doesn't understand this principle?

But when people walk in a difficult purgatory, they have to try their best to continue to survive. When they see a little light occasionally, they often follow them subconsciously, with dangerous hopes. How can they still have the energy to judge whether it is starlight or ghost fire?

The road always gets darker and the swamp is getting deeper and deeper.

Until destruction.

"Zhan Lu," Lin Jingheng asked, "Can you give me an analysis from your historical data and tell me how I should face him when he wakes up?"

Zhan Lu did not hear his words just talk to himself in confusion, and helped him search for cases very realistically. In artificial intelligence, work is really different from the high and low. Whether he is the first mecha core of the alliance or the emotional life consultant, he did very seriously: "Sir, research shows that people's long-term memory will be affected by emotions and is often unreal, and the people in your memory are constantly changing. The two deviations will lead people to get away from each other gradually. Therefore, after a long breakup, you will always find that strangers become difficult to get along with - whether the reason for the breakup is a breakdown or an unexpected separation, so I think you need to be patient and get to know people today, and try not to refer to too many past things."

The quirky little robot spoke seriously, as if there was a wise human soul inside.

"But I think it may be difficult to do this rationally and organizedly with Principal Lu's state," Zhan Lu said. "You know that whether it is positive or negative stimulation, it is harmful if it is too strong."

Lin Jingheng said "hmm" and leaned his head up to the medical cabin. He didn't say anything for a long time.

His shoulders once had the safety of the eight major galaxies, as heavy as the mountains. After countless times of skin and flesh blooming, he pressed out his iron-cast arms. Now, he wants to use this arms to carry a light person, but it seems that he is more difficult than ever and more terrified than ever.

Until they successfully landed on Qimingxing, Lu Bixing never woke up, which seemed to be inconsistent with what Zhan Lu said about "bad sleep quality", but there was no prompt on the medical cabin, as if he was just too tired and overslept.

Fortunately, Tulan had long expected that the president would lose his links and came forward on his own initiative to arrange all the follow-up matters of all sizes.

Lin Jingheng walked through a special passage and directly connected to the medical cabin to bring Lu Bixing home - General Lin and Engineer 001's home.

The dancing robot that was walking away from the silence is gone. At the door are several well-designed gardening robots, who are repairing the lawn, and the plants are neatly and exquisitely built, as if they were moved down from the "Classic Private Garden Design Collection", exuding a standard and rigid aesthetic.

The house was repainted once, with gray and white appearance, very calm, and consistent with the surrounding neighbors - this residential area that provided the Galaxy City base back then has become the core of power of the Eighth Galaxy, and the overly lively and noisy buildings are out of place.

Only the door sign remains the same.

Although the immortal flowers next to the wooden sign will not wither, they have faded. The rainy season makes the wooden sign very wet, with some moss and mottled.

The furnishings in the house have also been changed, but the deformable sofa is still there, the attic is locked, a golden python is protruding its head and reveals its head. It feels the breath of a stranger, and is so scared that it returns to the incubator.

Lin Jingheng remembers that Lu Bixing is a kind of carefree life and is very lazy. He never folds the quilt and is always running around halfway when he can't find his own things. However, unexpectedly, he lived alone for many years and his family was not messy. Except for the few pets that Zhan Lu got a bit out of the ordinary, it can even be said to be quite neat.

The small robot cleaning regularly wiped the furniture spotlessly. Perhaps Lu Bixing had been walking in the wormhole for more than a month. As soon as the door opened, a cold breath came to his face and he couldn't feel the popularity.

The robotic hand Zhan Lu merged into the wall, and the sound rang throughout the house: "Principal Lu usually slept in the study, so the bedroom was locked."

Lin Jingheng reached out and pushed the door lock automatically verified his identity. The wooden door opened inside - it was like opening a secret room. The temperature and humidity were old and had never been adjusted. The cold breath came to his face, and the sun could not be dispelled. A "person" turned his back to him, holding his head, sitting on the rocking chair at the head of the bed. Lin Jingheng was stunned for a moment and found that it was a 3D printed waiting doll... It was him, with a look of just awakening, his eyes drooping down without focusing. He couldn't remember when Lu Bixing took a secret photo.

The electronic butler Zhan Lu efficiently dispelled the cold air in the room and automatically cleaned the room. In less than five minutes, it became warm and livable. Lin Jingheng carefully carried Lu Bixing out of the medical cabin and placed it on the bed. Suddenly, his legs became weak and he almost fell into the soft pillow and quilt with the sleeping person.

He was like the Fidipides who fell in Athens. He finally reached the end, exhausted and could not even raise a little effort to wonder what the Eighth Galaxy looks like now.

Where will the Eighth Galaxy go in the future? Where should the alliance that has achieved hypocritical peace? What exactly does that lunatic Lin Jingshu want to do? How to arrange the Ten Silver Guards...

All these major events related to national economy and people's livelihood were cleared out of his brain. His mind was empty and pale, and he soon lost consciousness. However, the chaotic dreams whizzed by like past and present lives, disturbing him to wake up once and sleep uneasy.

Lu Bixing suddenly woke up an hour later - that was the time he usually prepared to go to work.

He seemed to be frightened by something. He sat up suddenly before he opened his eyes, searching around in panic, suddenly landed on the corner of the bed, immediately holding his breath, opening his mouth seemed to scream "Lin", but he only had a mouth shape and did not make any sound.

He sat stiffly for a moment, tentatively putting his hand on Lin Jingheng's neck. Unlike the coldness of 3D printing materials, this is truly warm skin and can still feel the pulse.

When Lu Bixing closed his eyes, his shoulders collapsed instantly, and his chin almost hit his chest. Then, Lin Jingheng, who was alarmed, pulled him down, pulled him over, hugged him hard. He heard the man's violent breathing that could not be suppressed, and slapped him on the back. With a crisp "pop" sound, Lin Jingheng was still unhappy and wanted to press the man on his leg and beat him up.

Lu Bixing's body suddenly tensed up and finally called out his name. It was fine and the tail sound was trembling: "Lin..."
Chapter completed!