Therapy Planet No. 13

Louie didn't know why a sleepless night turned into a nighttime chat.

It was even more incomprehensible why she and Angel had to chat in such a weird posture.

... I am used to Angor's constant teasing, but now that I have provoked it at the beginning, but Angor made it into a "chat under the quilt" mode, Louis is really not used to it.

Especially when she heard Angel say that Tanlang and Feeney had such an intersection, she was even more speechless.

Lui is not a person who is very good at chatting, if she is asked to play a articulate character to perform tasks, she can do it, but facing Angel like this, she can only remain silent.

After a while, Angel didn't move at all. Louis looked down carefully this time, and found that Angel was already sleeping soundly on his lap.

Louis: "..."

She must have lost her mind to feel sympathy and pity for this person at that moment!

Marta Philby did not sleep well last night.

To be precise, she has not been very stable in the past year.

As a member of Greedy Wolf, he has to accept assignments for special tasks at any time, and no matter how high or low the assignment is, there will be no difference in quantity, only the difficulty of execution.

Ever since Louis was hastily assigned to the universe by the Grand Commander a year ago, Marta has always wanted to find time to apply for establishing a communication link with Louis, but there has been no news whether it is an official application or private contact.

To make matters worse, she was sent many missions one after another by her superiors soon after. Some missions were not even difficult for her level to undertake, but the military academy did not need to doubt it. Marta vaguely felt that it might have something to do with Lui's matter , but did not think deeply.

She had just returned to her home planet after finishing her latest mission two days ago, and it was already late at night after finishing her work report.

Marta pressed the fingerprint lock, turned the doorknob, and instinctively said, "I'm back..."

The last word was engulfed in the living room by the boundless darkness.

But soon, just a matter of breathing, the smart housekeeper slowly turned on the sun lights, and replied respectfully: "Welcome back."

But unexpectedly, the voice of this intellectual brain is more like a female's cool voice, even a bit like Louie's timbre.

No, this is Louie's tone.

It's a pity that the tone is not the same, and the tone of the voice is also a little different. Marta even wanted to holographically project the appearance of Louie sitting in front of the desk with a book spread out in front of the desk, which she secretly recorded before. Too bad, so I had to give up.

But it didn't affect her from imagining this small warm scene in her mind.

Marta sighed, and asked herself with a headache why she was struggling with this problem again.

She strode into the bathroom and took a soak, feeling a little thankful that she had been given a lot of work as she let herself go, which effectively relieved her migraine.

After taking a bath, Marta flung herself on the bed. Her routine was always strict, and even every step followed a standard procedure, and even her sleeping position was a uniform flat-lying position.

She remembered Louie teasing her that she was like a mummy sleeping in this sleeping position when she was a child.

...Since when did it change?

At the age of 21, she met the five-year-old Lui, and 16 years passed in a blink of an eye. If Lui was still alive, he would have just reached her age.

She could feel that something was changing quietly.

Marta suffered from rare insomnia in bed, and her self-disciplined work and rest allowed her to maintain a stable sleep during the year after Lui left, and migraine was also a long-standing problem.As much as he hated to admit it, Louie's departure had almost zero impact on Marta.

The normal functioning of the body made Marta occasionally wonder what kind of emotion she had for Louis.

The mood swings caused by the discrepancy between reality and ideals are more serious.

Time passed by one minute and one second, and when the hands of the electronic watch reached a quarter past three, Marta finally admitted a terrible fact:

She fell asleep.

Insomniac Marta decided to get up and go to the living room to pour a glass of milk, and by the way, sort out the next work plan.

Recently, the northwest galaxy has started to be in chaos again. It is said that the federal government is planning to launch an expeditionary force to take down the interstellar pirates in one fell swoop. It is said that this expeditionary force will join some new troops trained by the federal government itself. Marta scoffs at this.

It is an accepted fact that no one's military strength will be stronger than that of Almistar.

Those "warlords" in the southeast will only ask for trouble.

But what really made Marta feel depressed was that the joint deployment of the expeditionary force made her, the major general of ordnance, have to accept the possibility of joint command. She is the major general of Tanlang. You have to be prepared to apply.

Joint command with foreign personnel...

No matter how you think about it, you have a headache.

Marta tapped her temples, pinched her frowning brows, and finally decided to take out the painkillers and swallow two pills.

As soon as she found the medicine box, before the lid was lifted, she heard an emergency communication beeping from her brain:

"There is a communication application from Lui, the level is S-level, is it connected?"

"Don't worry about it if it's not the one above." Marta dismissed it with a headache, buckled the hidden button in her hand, and found the pills from inside with ease.

"Okay, the link request has been declined."

When Marta poured the medicine from the medicine bottle into her hands, she suddenly realized something. She was a little dazed while holding the drinking cup, "Who did you say the communication application was just now?"

"Lui."

Marta: "...you really refused?"

Zhinao said righteously: "Master, please don't doubt my professionalism and sensitivity. As the latest model currently produced by the military..."

On the other side, Lu Yi looked at the rejection display and wondered for a moment whether he should contact him or not.

Under normal circumstances, this secret connection is only used when she and Marta are in contact with each other on urgent matters. If the other party refuses to answer, there is usually only one situation-she is inconvenient.

Maybe she was doing a task, maybe she was having some important meeting, or maybe... a new incident occurred during her absence.

No matter which one it is, it is not suitable to play the second time.

"What's wrong with you?" Angel asked with eyes closed in a daze.

Although she seemed to be asleep, she was still vigilant. What's more, she and Lui were the only ones in the team who could fight. Angel just talked about it, but she woke up as soon as Lui made any movement.

"Rejected." Louie said blankly.

"Try again." Angel said lightly, "Anyway, if you are idle, you are idle."

"But what if—"

"It's nothing in case," Angel was very unreasonable. "If there is a case in point, it's nothing more than death. Anyway, refusal and death will have the same result for us. At worst, we will meet again after we die."

Louis: "..."

The tacit training among her comrades made her disagree with Angel's self-contained indifference to life, but Angel's words reminded her that Marta's line was the only bargaining chip in their hands.

Louie decided to try one last time.

But this time, the other party answered quickly.

"Marta, I'm back." Louis said in an unnatural tone.

The voice on the other end was also very restrained, and Louie could hear his breathing getting a little heavier, but it wasn't very obvious:

"Well, welcome home."

"I need your help."

This is a factory built in the suburbs.

It is not a problem for any planet to be self-sufficient before the arrival of the era of the great starship in the universe, but the advent of the era of the great starship has further upgraded globalization into interstellarization. Logistics, food, commerce and other aspects have been brought into the orbit of interstellarization. The emergence of the Internet has accelerated the development of this change. Today, there are not many planets that can guarantee the independent production of all aspects of society.

Almi Star is one, after all, it is an independent military academy, but even so, they retain more of the weapon manufacturing and processing industry, and the proportion of the food industry is shrinking—after all, soldiers have relatively few requirements for food and drink. , and most of them are people who can be dismissed by synthetic nutrients.

The factory building is made of special materials with strong confidentiality and anti-radiation performance. It used to be used as a warehouse, but recently it was resold to the government for a batch of new military weapons, so these warehouses were also vacant.

After Marta received Louie's communication, she only received one request:

It is inconvenient to go home, and we need to find a place to meet again.

So she gave the address.

Special forces are sometimes granted relevant permissions due to mission needs. Coincidentally, Marta's last mission was also related to ordnance.

But now, Marta looked at Angel, who was hanging on Lui like a large pendant, and a group of Liming and the others who had no combat power at all. No matter how great the joy of reunion, she had to suppress her emotions. , looking at Lui with a dangerous expression: "What kind of people have you provoked!"

She almost used the tone of questioning and teaching. The experience of living together in the early years made Marta occasionally treat Louis as the child back then.

Although the child was mostly quiet, he wasn't really troublesome.

"It's a long story." Lui shook his head, not wanting to explain too much, "Compared to this, can you help me get an unregistered starship? The starship was broken when we came, and now we need to hurry up leave here."

"Is it a mission?" Marta asked coldly.

Louis didn't blink, "Yes."

Marta sneered, with infinite disappointment in her eyes: "You never lied to me before."

She snorted coldly: "Do you think I forgot what your last mission was? "Interstellar Exile Law"! That is the Exile Law! One-way routes are not allowed to sail back at all! You dare not use the public channel to contact me. Because of this? Come back secretly? Are you so bold that you dare to come back secretly!?”

Louie was motionless and had nothing to say.

She had expected this reaction a long time ago.

Marta is the representative of the blood faction, and has always occupied a lofty position among all the students with her excellent task performance and absolute strength.

When she was still in school, many people rushed to take the elective courses offered by Marta.

Strong strength, pure blood, and beautiful appearance make Marta the leader of the blood faction.

The faction of blood and the faction of action are naturally at odds.The faction of blood believes that it is impossible for outsiders to achieve the achievements of the real Almistar, while the faction of action tends to achieve the same effect through specific training.To put it bluntly, it is the conflict between natives and outsiders that will appear on every planet.

It's a pity that this kind of conflict has long been eliminated through laws, intermarriage, and other social activities on other planets, but it has become an official default in Almi, a place that blatantly advocates confrontation.

Its name is that it can increase students' fighting spirit and training effect.

And as if it was a trick of fate, Lu Yi became famous because of her outstanding performance in her student days, and she made a lot of achievements after graduation. She is one of the reserve personnel who are most likely to launch an impact on the position of the commander in the younger generation. , with the same style as Marta, she undoubtedly rose rapidly in the action faction. Although she is not interested in these, she is indeed the leader of their generation faction.

In the past, the relationship between the two factions was in a state of quarreling within 3 minutes of meeting, but with the rise of Louis and Marta, the two factions had such a relationship in private, and the two factions calmed down a lot.

At least it looks like the student associations in the university city galaxy that are making a lot of noise. They don't want to start a fight, and there are even joint military exercises from time to time.

The harmony on the surface turned into a contest in the dark. In addition, Marta herself was the benchmark of the soldiers. Louis knew that she was on the side of the order from the bottom of her heart—just like her former self.

"This matter is very complicated. I don't have time to explain it to you, Marta." Louis said helplessly.

"Then sit down and start from the beginning."

"But--"

Lu Yi still wanted to refute, but just as he opened his mouth, he heard three long and one short bells from outside, and his whole face changed.

Three long and one short are the signals of global broadcast events.

"Report! According to the real-time report of the No. 83 patrol team in Area C dispatched this morning, an unregistered starship made an emergency landing in the area. According to the detection of the life response instrument, there are more than one intruder. Unfamiliar faces, captured and detained alive!"

"Repeat! According to the No. 83 patrol team in Area C dispatched this morning..."

Was discovered.

"There's no time!" Louie's tone was a little hasty, and then softened, with a hint of pleading: "Marta, all I can think of is you."

Just then, Marta's communicator rang.

"Report to Major General Philby, the commander-in-chief invites you to his office."

Marta was taken aback, what did Almi ask her for at this time?

She had no choice but to turn her skeptical eyes to Lui, and immediately dismissed her doubts. In any case, the reaction of the matter has a lagging effect, and it should not be related to Lui.

"I'll have to think about it."

Marta said to Lui seriously, "I'll leave for a while, you heard it too... Before I come back, take good care of your friends."

During the last three words, Marta's speaking speed slowed down, and every word tasted like gnashing of teeth.

Lui nodded and watched Marta leave the warehouse in a hurry, feeling that the current Marta was somewhat different from the memory.

"What are you thinking?" Angel leaned in front of her, touched her cheek with his hands, and asked with a smile.

"I'm thinking... She had this before..." Louie paused, "Did the emotion leak out?"

Angel said "Oh", and quickly lost interest in this topic like a child, and said casually: "Maybe I was angry with you. You don't even know that she looks like that in my eyes." You are no different than you were a year ago."

Louis: "..."

"But you are a little prettier than her." Angel showed two small canine teeth when he smiled, obviously complimenting others, but he said "It's really your blessing to be seen by me" like this sense of superiority.

She dangled the nameplate she got from Marta at some point: "Although I don't know if it's useful, but I don't feel very good, why don't we take a step first?"

"When did you..." Lui was taken aback.

"Just when she was emotional." Angel blinked innocently, "Locke secretly told me that she might have a migraine, so I followed suit and made some small movements when she was not concentrating."

Lui felt that Angor deserved to be beaten up as soon as he praised me for being so good.

Marta knocked on the door of the principal's office with a question that might be a debriefing report, but found that the door was not closed tightly and was concealed.

"come in."

Almi's voice came from the door.

Marta pulled the door open, tapped the heels lightly, and made a standard military salute without saying any unnecessary words.

"I'm here for something urgent." Almi greeted Marta with a smile. He took the glasses on the table and carefully placed them on the bridge of his nose. After examining them carefully, he said slowly, "I remember you are the Yi's guardian?"

Marta thumped in her heart, and nodded indifferently: "Yes!"

"Don't be so reserved, I just want to talk to you." Almi smiled kindly, and pointed to the sofa behind him, "Sit."

Marta sat down a little uneasy, and was about to speak when she was interrupted by Almi's next question.

"You live together?"

"Yes."

"Then... well, what kind of person is she? Can you tell me?"

This question is too broad, and the evaluation of people in the military academy is based on quantitative considerations of various indicators. Suddenly, such a literary test question was asked, and Marta felt that her migraine would not get better for a while.

"outstanding."

It took her a while to hold back the words, "loyal, calm, and rigorous."

"Oh?" Almi turned his back to Marta and let out a playful laugh, "You mean, she won't disobey orders?"

"Absolutely not!" Marta clenched her fists suddenly. If Almi turned her head at this time, she could see the creases on the pants.

"Then who do you think the crashed unmanned starship discovered this morning... would be?"

This was already quite obvious, even if Marta deliberately avoided the question, she had to answer directly: "Commander, do you think that is Lui?"

"If she comes back, who do you think she will contact first in order not to expose herself?" Almi said persuasively.

Marta's eyelids twitched, she jumped up from the sofa, and stood up straight: "If you think I'm covering up, you don't have to! She's very smart, and she won't fall into the trap of herself when it's well known that I have a relationship with her. "

"Don't worry, I'm just guessing casually." Almi stabilized Marta's emotions and comforted him, "I know you are a good boy, so I decided to leave it to you to hunt down the intruders—you won't let me down yes, right?"

Throw yourself into a trap, do the opposite, deduce back and forth, who can tell the difference.

Marta's heart sank, "Is it really Louis?"

"Who knows?" Almi looked kindly, "But you have to pay attention to this man."

He threw the documents on the table in front of Marta, and Marta took a look, and found that it was a stack of yellowed paper personal information reports, which seemed to record some human body data, but she didn't dare Scrolling down, but the eyes stayed on the upper left corner of the cover.

In the photo, the long light golden hair is like the first dawn, but the brownish red eyes are like the hot sunset.

Rise and fall, angels and demons.

It was the girl standing next to Lui. Marta remembered very clearly that she deliberately made a few mouth shapes when Lui confronted herself:

"she is mine."

Unquestionable oath of sovereignty.

It's like a child's unreasonable trouble, but with a disdain that is bound to win.

My head hurts again.

safely.

Marta endured the tingling nerves and repeated the name in her mind repeatedly, scanned the information on the title page into her mind at a glance, and found that it was only some basic information such as height and weight, and the more confidential information was later, but she did not Dare to investigate.

But Marta still found a number in light strokes at the footer, 13.

"Is she among the intruders?" Marta pretended to ask a little more.

"Who knows." Almi still said the same thing, and took the information away from Marta with a smile, "If it's true, I'd save some effort."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hands like a duck, "You go down and do it, remember to close the door."

Marta made a military salute and left immediately.

She went out, and along the corridor, she saw a few soldiers passing by watching her salute. Marta nodded distractedly, and walked out of the gate of the office building, but walked in the opposite direction to the warehouse where Louis and the others were staying.

Marta found a secluded and unoccupied place, and without any hesitation, opened a small tower icon in the communication list.

She took a deep breath, pretending to be calm:

"Archbishop, I have relevant information to report to you on the 13th."

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