i am your guide

The ups and downs of dreams flicker alternately against the background of distorted light and shadow, and the ubiquitous heat is unbearable.Sith, who was in a drowsy consciousness, seemed to see a huge metal platform. The detached view of God made everything clear and strange. Waves of data rolled on the matrix instrument, and many people gathered in the observation room under the searchlight.

The experimenters in white coats were busy at the side, the observation room was lit up, and there were no dead ends. In the center of the platform was a boy half kneeling, and a mad tiger cat was pacing beside him.Its claws were sharper than normal animals, its eyes were scarlet, its arched back was rugged, and its throat let out a threatening growl.

Sweat was pouring down like rain, dripping down on the back of his hand and leaving a pool of marks.In a daze, he saw several sentries approaching in front of him, and suddenly his pitch-black mental power was unscrupulously released, walking five meters away from his body like the edge of a sword.

"Charlie, the combined heat of GS07 is more difficult to control than expected, and he has lost his mind." Outside the observation room, the assistant turned around with a solemn expression and said to the people in the main control room.

"How is the preparation of the model Sentinel wave, and what's the situation inside?"

The man named Charlie frowned. Holding a thin folder in his hand, he looked towards the observation room with distorted light.

"According to previous observations, GS07 is very directional to the target sentinel, and he is very resistant to fluctuations of other sentries." The assistant said.

Charlie was silent. He looked up and saw the soaring value in the guide danger index column on the light screen, and his eyes fixed on the fusion at the top.

"If this continues, his guideline and memory will be damaged, and it is extremely easy to leave sequelae. Inform the observer to stop the experiment immediately..." Charlie put the folder on the table, reached out to open the microphone, and the voice has not yet fallen, and the observation below A loud alarm sounded in the room.

"Didididi——"

The sudden sound of the alarm hooked everyone's hearts like the claws of a devil, and the young man in the center of the platform suddenly raised his head, his black hair soaked in sweat stuck to his forehead.He took a step forward, and his mental power was unleashed a second later.

The hoarse meowing exploded in the whole space, and Charlie froze as he watched GS07 bow and charge.

Blood was everywhere.

……

It was already night when Sith woke up, lying on a hospital bed in the school infirmary, with no symptoms other than a headache.

There was no one in the collective ward, the suspended lighting dangled above Sith's head, and the hospital's red cross light shone in through the gaps in the windows, making the white curtains red.

Before he realized what had happened, he tried to sit up with his elbows propped up, but suddenly felt pain in his back and legs, and fell into the quilt unexpectedly.

what happened?

Needles could be heard in the room, and Sith took his arm up, only to realize that he had changed into a new set of clothes.

It looks like pajamas, and it's a little too big, so it's definitely not his.

Flipping his palm, Sith saw the pinch mark on his wrist at a glance.

The man seemed to be using a lot of force, leaving traces with the idea of ​​confinement, Sith was clearly never held by anyone...

not have.

"Kavier?" Sith endured the pain and got up from the bed. He lifted up his clothes, and there were also some red marks on his waist, but he couldn't tell what caused it for a while.

The last time he was conscious was on the battlefield of the Elite Exercises, when Kvir took him away.

and after?What happened?

Sith hurriedly went to find his own optical brain, and the wrist screen had long since disappeared from his empty wrist.She had no choice but to turn over and get out of bed, but was stopped by someone who entered the door the moment she landed.

The sliding door suddenly opened when Sith moved. When Kevill walked in with a lunch box, he didn't seem to expect Sith to wake up. He first raised the corners of his lips, and when he saw a patient who had been in a coma for several days with bare feet, he prepared to The movement of going down to the ground suddenly became flat again.

"Go back to bed." Kevill said, his voice suddenly startled Sith.

Sith's feet were hanging in the air, and the long and wide trouser legs covered half of his feet.He watched Keweier walk in, shrunk back into the quilt embarrassingly.

"Why am I here?" Sith looked around the ward, looked puzzled at Keweier, pulled a chair and sat down, and said.

"You don't remember?" Kevill stopped his hand to open the lunch box, and he slowly raised his head with a complicated expression.

There was a little disappointment in the chief sentinel's eyes, but it was well hidden and undetectable.He stared at Sith's bewildered face and his heart skipped a beat.

"Should I remember something?" Sisto asked in distress with his chin in distress, the soft hair on the back of his neck stuck to his raised fingertips.He tilted his head to look at Keweier, his eyes full of doubts.

The sleeves that slid down the arc of his wrist couldn't hide the reddish pinch marks, and Kevill glanced at his own "criminal traces" before closing his eyes and saying, "It's nothing important."

Guides who combine heat for the first time may temporarily forget the process under the guidance of sentries, and the suppressing power of high-level sentries is more likely to cause this situation.Logically speaking, it is not surprising that Keweier has thought about this possibility, but he will still be disappointed.

What you get while others are in danger, you can't keep it after all.

It's just that he said he liked it when he was emotional, so how could he pretend that it didn't exist.

"Then why am I here? There are also marks on my hands and on my waist. How did it come about?" Sith obviously didn't believe Keweier's words. He frowned and rolled up his sleeves to show Keweier his wrist. The red ambiguous traces were exposed under the light.

"You had a fever and passed out. The school doctor said that it might be a side effect of the AZ vaccine that was uniformly administered by the college three days ago."

Kevill opened his eyes and told nonsense. He brought the roasted tomato risotto and steak in the lunch box to the table, and they were neatly arranged.

Imperial College vaccinated first-year and second-year students collectively three days ago. At that time, they were told that there would be side effects such as fever and headache. Sith didn't care at that time, and he clearly had no history of drug allergies.

The guide looked at the sentinel in surprise. He thought for a while suspiciously, but he didn't speak very fluently: "It's said that there will be a two-day side effect period. Is my network delayed?"

"Maybe the signal is not very good." Kevill said with a smile, "It's late, but it's here."

"That's really not a coincidence, did you bring this specially for me?" Sith's thoughts had long been attracted by the luxurious dinner brought by Kevill, he stretched his neck to look at the dishes on the table, and moved his Adam's apple silently.

"I said no, will you be angry?" Keweier couldn't bear it long ago when he saw Sith. If he wasn't here at the moment, Sith could drag his "sick" body to the table.

"It doesn't matter, now it is." When Sith smiled, he showed his small white teeth. He took the knife and fork from the sentry, and suddenly remembered something before cutting the steak.

Didn't Kevill come here with a large box of top-quality dinner to show off his mobility and wealth in front of the comatose patient?

Saying "yes" would be far-fetched.

Kevill should be here to visit the sick, right?

The school does not seem to organize sightseeing activities for comatose people.

Thinking about it this way, Sith put down his knife and fork, and asked seriously: "Is Keweier here to visit?"

"What do you think?" Kavier thought that maybe a combination fever had directly burned a smart child to a fool.He raised his eyebrows and asked, pouring the salad out of the box while asking.

"Then complete your task of visiting patients." Sith's lips curled up to the sky, and he ordered some steak from the air, his eyes full of hope.

"Does everyone who comes to visit have to be responsible for cutting steak?" Keweier smiled, he was willing to do it.The finger that was originally holding the gun hooked the knife and turned it lightly, skillfully and naturally.

"Only bullying you, Chief Sentinel." Sith leaned on the pillow and smiled happily, squinting his eyes to trace the outline of Keweier.The man looked handsome and imposing, and his soft golden hair seemed to contain the color of the sun, shining brightly in the middle of the night.

If only it could stay like this, Sith thought.

"Eat." Kevill cut a piece, forked it with a fork and put it to Sith's lips.The guide didn't think much, opened his mouth to suck it in, and said vaguely while chewing: "It's delicious, where did you buy it?"

"My family." Kevill wiped the excess sauce from Sith's lips with his hand, smiling.

The steak is mine, if only you could be mine too.

He remembered that in that dark and cramped room, the guide once hooked his neck and said:

"Kevil, I like you."

……

The Imperial College Chronology has detailed records and descriptions of many important events. For example, in May 443 of the Imperial Calendar, the research exchange team of the Imperial National Laboratory went to the Imperial College Theory Department to conduct an academic seminar that lasted for more than a month.

As the chief guide, Sith followed the delegation to greet the guests who came from afar at the entrance of the laboratory building, and waited for a long time before seeing the suspended box car slowly approaching.The team leader is a young researcher named John Titch, who is said to have won a grand prize.

Sith's first impression of John was unrestrained: he had never seen anyone communicate in beach shorts, slippers, and swimming goggles around their necks.

This is obviously just back from surfing at Braun Beach.

But a few days later, Sith saw the true strength of this "legendary winner"... It was just that the experiment was a bit out of the ordinary, and the laboratory alarm almost went off.

The tenth time the alarm was lifted, Sith leisurely wandered into the laboratory with a water glass, walked through the mess to John, who was tinkering with the machine in the corner.

"The measurement is clearly correct, why is it still reporting an error?" John squatted on the ground and muttered something, he almost turned the machine upside down, and the doubts on his face became more and more serious.

"Brother, what are you doing again?" Sith raised his fingers and tapped the cover lightly, and asked sideways.

Since John came, the laboratory of Imperial College has been in disaster, and it has been running day and night.

John didn't answer, he was still immersed in the world of data, and he didn't react until Sith said the second half of the sentence.

"Our instrument is the latest version, so don't make trouble with it." Sith said with a smile. He watched John stand up and lean against the wall with him in distress.

One is frowning and meditating while shaking his white coat, and the other is sipping water with nothing to do, like an unemployed vagrant squatting on the curb on the street, except that one is really poor, and the other has a mine at home.

After getting along for a few days, Sith felt that John was flexible in thinking and extremely courageous. He dared to do any experiment, and he was not afraid of blowing up the laboratory.It is more suitable for him to build a private laboratory on a remote deserted star to carry out his creation activities that frighten the world.

"I can't figure out why the plan always goes wrong." John took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and when he was thinking about lighting it, he saw Sith pointing to a certain wall.

The red sign reads: No Smoking.

He sighed and said.

"Why are you obsessed with making mental body stabilizers? The dosage and effect on the market can already meet the needs of normal sentinels. Such high-strength drugs can only be experimental products, and there is no market promotion."

Sith already knew what John was doing, but he had always had doubts, thinking that it was unnecessary, but John was very persistent.

Race against time and repeated trial and error, it is not an attitude towards an invention, but more like a task: a task that must be completed within a time limit.

John didn't answer the question directly. He leaned against the wall for a while, and suddenly said, "Who do you think is more advantageous, the sentinel or the guide?"

Advantage?

Sith's expression turned serious.

In the world of sentinels and guides, both are equal in rights and legal status.Sentinels are strong, bold, and aggressive; Guides are sharp, meticulous, and protective, and it's hard to tell which has the upper hand.

"Isn't it equal?" Sith said.

John smiled, raised his eyebrows and looked at Sith, and said, "Actually, in the whistle-to-direction relationship, the guide is more dominant."

This conclusion surprised Sith, and the white pigeons swept up from the side of the laboratory building flew into the sky in groups, and their feathers shook like clouds scattered.

"In the maintenance of the spiritual network, the guide acts as the spiritual pillar of the Sentinel. They will use the most delicate feelings and guidance as the link, and become the last piece of the puzzle for the Sentinel to survive."

"Without this piece of the puzzle, there is a high probability that the sentinel can only survive in the world with an imperfect soul, especially for the combined sentinel."

"The death of a partner has a greater impact on Sentinels because they are more vulnerable and more likely to get stuck somewhere."

"Lighthouses will stand firm on the stormy sea, but ships are more likely to lose their guidance and lose their way."

John's words circulated in the sound of the instrument, and gradually evolved into the sound of Sith's heart.

There is always someone to protect others, no matter how far the journey is.