The crew chief wanted to cry but had no tears left.

After chatting for almost four hours, he went over and over almost all of the farm's inventory. Why hasn't 01's dream been shattered?

Do you want to talk about it all over again?

The other side also fell into silence. Today's dream was surprisingly long, and he had poured out all the farming knowledge he knew like beans. Strictly speaking, he was also a complete novice in farming.

Both theoretical knowledge and practical experience are actually quite limited.

Being able to chat for almost four hours is already his limit.

What surprised him was that the instructor was extraordinarily patient today. Did the instructor really want to farm? In the future, it would be a very happy thing if everyone discussed farming every time he dreamed of the instructor.

Breaking the silence, he said sincerely: "Instructor, farming is really interesting, much more interesting than killing people."

The crew chief came back to his senses and forced a smile and said: "Yes, I think so too. Farming is the greatest romance in the interstellar, and killing is boring. I want to learn more from you in this aspect, you are already a pioneer in farming.

, can definitely serve as my instructor."

Shaking his head: "I won't be your instructor."

The crew chief was thinking about how to waste time. Hearing this, he immediately added: "Why? Is it because my qualifications are too dull?"

Shaking his head again: "The instructors will be buried in the ground."

The crew chief recalled the past, he was a ruthless man! He said meaningfully: "In the spring, you bury an instructor in the ground, and in the fall, you can harvest many, many instructors."

Don't worry, there are hundreds of instructors waiting for you on the base.

The terrifying scene appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but shudder. Only then did he remember what kind of terrifying existence the instructor in front of him was. Such kind-hearted appearance was not the norm for instructors.

He asked the doubt that had been in his mind for a long time: "Instructor, why did you become a killer?"

The crew chief was stunned for a moment, painful memories invaded, and his expression struggled and twisted uncontrollably. He tried hard to force a smile: "Because I am a monster, a created monster."

"monster?"

"Yes, I am a monster created by Killmonger by piecing together some strange things. My mother wanted to create a perfect baby, but in the end she only created monsters like us. We are precious, hollow, and flawed.

Monsters created by hatred, we hate everything in this world, including ourselves."

I don’t understand: “Do you also hate farming?”

The crew chief forced a smile: "I'm trying to like it."

The smile on the instructor's face was a bit scary, but he could feel the instructor's deep pain. He was silent for a moment: "Instructor, everyone is a monster. Me too. Monsters can farm."

The crew chief didn't expect 01 to comfort himself and said with a smile: "Yes, everyone is a monster."

It's just that his smile still looks so terrifying, like he was in the dark childhood of Killing Plains.

A distant memory came to mind.

In the bright and warm sunny greenhouse, the owner came to him with several children.

"They will be your younger brothers and sisters from now on, take good care of them."

"Are they all monsters?"

"That's right."

"I don't like monsters..."

The owner was a little impatient: "You are a monster, you are the same kind, but it is a pity that they are not as good as you, they are even more failures than you!"

"Then can I kill them?"

The master hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "No, at least not before adulthood. Remember, if anyone mutates, report it."

"I don't like them."

The master sneered: "Who calls you a failure? If I succeed with you, I won't have to create them... Such a group of monsters! You don't like monsters? I don't like them even less. No one in this world likes monsters! No one!...

…You damn monsters!”

The sharp sound faded away, disappearing into the memory of the sun.

It seemed that after that, he started to hate everything.

Hatred is a thorn that grows in the heart, and it is the best weapon in the world. Especially when you are alone and there is nothing left behind but desolation, it is also the reason for you to live.

When was that? He couldn't remember clearly, but he didn't want to reload this memory at all... At this time, he really liked the long and ruthless years. No matter how deep the scratches were, they could corrode the mold lake, and no matter how sharp the thorns were,

It will also gradually smooth out, so that when he recalls it, he will only feel a little sad.

Looking at 01's clear eyes in front of him, for some reason, the crew chief felt much better.

He suddenly felt that it was not a bad thing that 01 was a spy from other departments. Regardless of the base number or the zero department, they were all so old and unbearable. Even the hatred in their hearts exuded the musty smell of old decay.

Maybe 01 is right, being buried in the soil is their best destination.

The crew chief felt relieved and took the initiative to start the conversation: "When do you plan to expand your farm?"

Shaking his head: "Not for now."

"Why not? Young people need to be more energetic!"

"No money."

"Ah? No money? Why do you have no money? With your strength, how can you have no money?"

The instructor was astonished and ashamed, but thinking about the chief who was also running around, he felt better. He thought for a while and said: "Instructor, work creates a happy life. I will not be a killer."

The crew chief then remembered his identity and said with a smile: "That's right, your 2-series has always been like this, which is pretty good."

The instructor knew that he was pretending to be 2333 so quickly. Oh, this was in a dream. The instructor in the dream knew everything.

Agreed: "The chief is respectable."

At this moment, the crew chief seemed to feel something, and he stood up: "I'm leaving, 01, oh no, 2333. I hope your farm will get better and better!"

Feeling the kindness and blessing from the instructor for the first time, he stood up and said, "Instructor, farm and build a farm of your own! It's much more interesting than killing people!"

The crew chief couldn't help laughing out loud. He gestured to his forehead with his fingers and winked at Xiang: "Yes, instructor!"

The dream began to collapse.

Looking at the clear-eyed young man in front of him, the crew chief was indescribably happy. No matter what, farming is a good job. Photosynthesis is a masterpiece of sunlight, warmth, air, and water. It is a hymn to life, and it is the same as the young man in front of him.

Such a perfect fit.

In comparison, their killing and loyalty are like maggots in a dark cemetery.

The crew chief was filled with emotion. He suddenly shivered, as if something had invaded his body.

He looked around and found nothing. It must be an illusion.

He was attracted by another bold idea that suddenly popped up in his mind. Since there is no way to find a planet for farming, why not grow it on the base? Isn't a large mobile vegetable and fruit cultivation cabin more lively than a cold floating iron coffin?

Much more erect?

With a blur before his eyes, he returned to the base.

For some reason, seeing the cold deck, hatch, and dim lights in front of him, the crew chief actually felt a trace of instinctive disgust in his heart. How nice would it be if moss or ferns were planted in this place?

He quickly woke up and patted his head. What was wrong with him? Was he in a daze while chatting with 01?

Arriving at the bridge hall, I immediately noticed the oppressive atmosphere in the air. The crew chief immediately realized that the situation was not good and quickly asked: "What's wrong?"

After hearing the follow-up progress of the matter, the crew chief turned pale and stammered: "In other words, Lao Shen, they can't come back?"

"Yes, we cut off all channels."

The captain's voice was still calm. He stood up and left the captain's seat and walked out: "The warning left by Lao Shen, you continue to advance."

"yes!"

The Minister of War gritted his teeth and forced out the word. His eyes were bloodshot and his expression was ferocious.

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The kitten man was sitting on the high-explosive mine boredly. He just found a dream nearby. He didn't know whose it belonged to. He didn't hesitate to activate the skill of [Lord of Destruction] to pollute the dream!

There is no blood light symbolizing killing, no green light symbolizing plague, nothing!

Pollution? Where is the pollution? Obviously there is no reaction.

Before it could continue a second time, the dream collapsed and the pollution target was lost.

Then it heard a familiar voice: "Teacher, Jasmine just wants to try sleeping with the teacher..."

boom!

There was a loud noise and sister Jasmine's scream, and the ground felt a clear tremor.

The kitty man swallowed in horror. He felt his butt was hot and wanted to cry. Please don't, don't, don't detonate the high-explosive mine!

After a while, Sister Jasmine walked into the room happily, looking very proud except for being a little bit gray.

When she walked into the room and saw the three boxes of high-explosive mines that had been moved out and the little cat man sitting on them, Jasmine's eyes lit up.

The kitten man tried his best to open his cute eyes and smiled cutely: "Sister Jasmine!"

The sound of breast milk has a heartbreaking trembling. Any woman who hears such a sound will involuntarily arouse maternal love and protective desire in her heart.
To be continued...