It was like she got a chance to breathe in the storm; after a while, Lin Sanjiu felt that her numb face gradually regained consciousness. When she regained her consciousness, she found that a thick metal mask was attached to her face.
, cold without metal, still glowing with the body temperature of another person, like the remaining sunlight that has settled from the day into the night.
...It’s really embarrassing.
She took herself out of Sibaan's arms, leaned on her knees, and smiled bitterly in her heart. Her legs were still shaking so badly that they were almost shaky; but he did not reach out to help, but quietly waited for her to regain her strength.
Fortunately, Lin Sanjiu is now weak, so even if she keeps her head lowered intentionally and does not look at Sibaan's face, it is not too unnatural. In the narrow field of view of the mask, Sibaan's black combat boots are visible.
Standing not far from her.
She wished she could read his emotions in his shoes.
"...What is it?"
When her breathing gradually became steady, Sibaan's voice suddenly sounded low. His attitude towards women has always been full of tenderness, and this question sounded very gentle and gentle at this moment - even if it had already made Lin San
Jiu's heart dropped heavily.
There was an uncomfortable silence in the air for a while.
She couldn't pretend to be stupid about this question... Lin Sanjiu knew exactly what he was asking, and Si Ba'an also knew that she knew it.
After pausing for a few seconds, she sighed: "It's Bohemia."
The blond man said nothing, but she could clearly feel the weight of his eyes on her. He was waiting for her to continue explaining.
"In every room, there is a voice-activated broadcast system that can communicate with Sales."
She could have been rescued by anyone, but it was Sibaan. Lin Sanjiu's heart felt like a few ropes were tightly twisted together, and it was hard and heavy in her chest - this is called
What happened next was even more difficult to say.
"In your room... the volume of the broadcasting system is turned down very low, although it is not inaudible." She sighed, still not looking up at him. "But because broadcasting sounds often sound in exodus, I feel that in your case
After listening to it a few times, you should get used to this kind of white noise and won’t be wary of it anymore.”
Sibaan let out a deep "hmm" from his throat. His mind was quick, and he probably understood her little trick when he heard this. However, Lin Sanjiu continued talking, as if this would make it easier.
Her guilt: "After you went to rest, I let Bohemia enter the control room. The sound from the broadcast channel there can be selectively transmitted to different areas of the spacecraft...such as your
room. She chose a medieval poem, and then the ability took effect. Don't blame her, I asked her to do it."
No evolver—let alone an evolver of Sbaan's level—would sleep almost comatosely for nearly two days just because of fatigue, even though he also had some injuries on his body.
Regardless of whether this was Lin Sanjiu's original intention, in fact, she took advantage of Sibaan's injuries. It is precisely because of this that Bohemia's [Bard] was able to hit the target with one blow, and also had the effect
It has been maintained for such a long time.
After answering the first question "How did you do it?", the next question was "Why did you do this?" Lin Sanjiu closed his eyes tightly, not knowing how to answer. Siba'an said
She had helped a lot, and she really didn't want to lie to him; but she couldn't - or rather, didn't dare - tell him her guess.
However, when Sibaan spoke again, what she heard was not "why".
"...White noise is a nice idea," he said slowly, and something in his voice made her raise her head: "But it's superfluous."
The distant flashlight light filled the sky behind Sibaan like mist, and only the shallow light traced his outline; his fine blond hair floated fluffily in the mist, almost transparent.
"I have never been wary of you when I was around you."
At this moment, Lin Sanjiu could only look at him - all her efforts in racking her brains to think of how to answer him were completely gone in an instant.
"…Never again."
Almost as if he was comforting her, Sibaan's low and hoarse voice slowly flowed into the night.
These words really surprised Lin Sanjiu, and even made her mind go blank for a moment.
"Why?" When she came to her senses, she had already asked unconsciously.
Sibaan took a low breath, and it seemed that breathing was beginning to be a little laborious. He suppressed a gasp and asked: "You don't know what my evolutionary ability is, do you?"
Lin Sanjiu shook his head, realizing that he couldn't stand in the center of the force field without any protection - not even Sbaan.
"You will know later." As he said, he raised his hand and naturally adjusted the position of the mask on her face. Then he took off a small thing from his ear, and when he opened his mouth again, he replaced it with another.
A language - but he spoke very quickly, and she could only hear half of it clearly in his haste: "...for every minute I share with you, i will be punished hard in future. nothing you do to me could be worse
than my own fate. i was kissed by a curse, you see.”
He heard it, but didn't fully understand it. But before Lin Sanjiu asked again, Siba'an had already turned around and put on the little thing again. It was obvious that he would not continue talking anymore -
- She thought about it twice silently, hoping that her subconscious mind could write down those words, and then asked: "Aren't you curious why I made you fall asleep?"
"The things you think it's best not to tell me are probably the things I'd better not know." Siba'an answered quickly, as if it was a completely subconscious answer. He looked away from the high wall-like door in the distance and looked at
He glanced at Lin Sanjiu and said, "...If that is something that will cause the two of us to meet each other, I would rather not know about it."
It was as if a burden had been lifted, but a mountain of pressure had been placed on top of it. Lin Sanjiu thought about it and couldn't help but laugh: "I understand. So do we still have to go to the arsenal?"
"Of course." Siba'an turned around, and the light mist in the distance illuminated a straight line on the bridge of his nose. All the details of his facial features were blurred by the dimness, but instead he looked more like a god in the depths of the forest.