Oops, I forgot to bring the inhibitor [Interstellar]

Seeing this, Lancer hurriedly grabbed the video recorder, tapped the table three times and knocked out the memory chip inside.

Several point the laser guns at this small chip at the same time.

"It's useless, all the files have been transferred to other places. There are still many copies after the chip is destroyed."

Lancer put down the weapon in his hand, and hurriedly picked up the remote control that he just picked up from his hand.

There is a pause button.

But it can only pause for 2 minutes. If you want to cancel the playback command, you need to enter the password.

"What's the password?"

After Lancer finished asking, seeing that he didn't speak, he looked at his brother who had just been lifted up.

"Uncle Emperor, can you please pause? If possible, I also hope to assist you and be your most loyal courtier."

"After all, you were the one who created me out of the petri dish. I'm sorry to this day..."

"Whatever is in the video, I hope you will pause first."

Lancer's tone softened instantly, as if he was really asking.

"You can open the condition as you like, and it will be satisfied within the scope of your ability."

"I really didn't expect that one day it would be my turn to make conditions in front of you."

Lancer didn't answer, but just turned the remote control in a circle.

"Threats are meaningless, so I hope you can relax yourself."

"It's not impossible to force the mind to be read by a machine, but it's not necessary."

"Or do you want to say that you want your despicable behavior to appear in front of the federal people?"

"Surveillance has always been two-way. You are monitoring and even controlling my daily behavior, and I can also monitor you."

Seeing that he still did not let go, Lancer glanced at the time on the bracelet.

There are dozens of seconds.

"Still not letting go."

"Then put aside the longevity gene, let's talk about your biological brother... In other words, he is also the father I have never met, a general who is loved by the people."

"When I was young, you always lied to Ika and me, saying that there was a monster in the basement of your study. I believe you and I know exactly what is being covered up."

"And back then... some insulting, even trampling and destroying things on personality, wasn't it done by the enemy army?" "That's your biological brother."

When Lancer said this, it was obvious that a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face.

"Bring him a memory reader." Seeing that he still didn't speak, Lancer regained his previous indifference and alienation after being gentle.

"It's Ika's birthday."

"The password is Ika's birthday."

Lancer didn't speak after listening, and quickly typed on the remote control.

Sure enough, each screen returned to normal in an instant.

Lancer knew it was only temporarily suspended, but the real file was still there, like a timed bomb, which might be detonated at any time.

Lancer didn't speak, walked to the operating table, and injected the adjusted deep anesthesia directly into the man on the operating table.

"Sleep a little longer. Discussing some issues for a while will only cause conflict. It's better to wait until you wake up and we can continue talking."

Seeing him slowly falling into a deep sleep, Lancer turned his eyes to the side, his pale brother with blood dripping from his legs.

"The doctor will come soon, I'm sorry to make my brother feel wronged."

"Video..."

"I will find the parent file and delete it, so as not to spread it to the outside world." Lanser tried to soften his voice as much as possible to promise.

"No one will know. If there is this section in the surveillance, I will cut it out too. Don't worry."

Yika didn't answer the call, or it could be said that his physical discomfort had made him speechless.

"Yeah." He could only grunt to show that he knew.

Lancer didn't dare to ask any more questions, just watched his limbs move stiffly, fearfully, as if some part of his body was broken, and stiffly handed gauze to the non-commissioned officer who helped him bandage.

Paramedics arrived in a short while.

The scene was cordoned off, and the unconscious man was sent back to a petri dish in Endless Star's underground laboratory due to a "surgical accident".

Outsiders can only know that there was an experimental accident in the research department, but they really don't know about the rest.

Lancer followed all the way to the hospital.

After sitting in the corridor and waiting for a long time, I saw a nurse coming out.

"I am a family member of the patient."

"You came just in time." The doctor glanced at the report in his hand, "The organ failure is very serious, starting from the heart and spreading around. Especially the digestive system, which is basically unusable."

"In addition to long-term careless medication, and mental problems..."

"What do you need me to do?"

"The adapter is the most important thing. When he gets better, he can undergo memory tampering surgery. According to the preliminary judgment, because of the long-term excessive mental pressure, there may be a lot of things tampered with, so a certain health foundation is required."

"I see."

"Is there another question I can ask you?"

"what?"

"We found something in his body," the doctor said here, with a rare hesitation on his face, "it's a box stuffed with a memory chip. We didn't open it, and I'll clean it up and give it to you later."

"Discovered in the body?"

"Yes." "But it shouldn't have been inserted for long, so it didn't cause secondary damage to the body." "Can I ask what's going on? This will have a great impact on our next treatment plan."

It would not be an exaggeration for Lancer to say that he was dumbfounded for a moment.

No wonder I was a little awkward looking at Yika's posture just now.

Those who are afraid of hands and feet can't stretch out.

"Sorry, I'm not sure." Lancer lowered his head after finishing speaking.

Lancer has always had a somewhat... dislike for his elder brother, but he has no choice but to deal with it.

But never considered the reason behind the difference in personality between the two.

I was dumbfounded for a moment.

And unspeakable guilt.

After a long pause, Lancer seemed to accept a little bit of the truth, "Can I go in and see him?"

"Not for the time being. His condition is very unstable. Whether it is physical or psychological, he needs the care of professional medical staff. If the situation improves significantly after a month, he can be given one hour of visiting time."

"Thank you."

After finishing speaking, Lancer took a deep breath and walked out of the hospital.

Many things come to an end, only to find that all the glamor is superficial.

Lancer first took the oranges home, and then began to contact various media to release the news that the leader was temporarily resting due to illness.

After the mess was almost dealt with, Lancer began to plan the route to the Mission District.

Although I don't expect to be able to persuade people to come back once, it's better to take this step early than late.

It is impossible to directly send troops to the past, at most one or two people can go at the same time.

It only takes five hours to fly a fighter plane at the fastest.

If it is handled well here, you can basically go to the same day and return on the same day.

Only on the Great Pilgrimage Day will there be unrestricted access to the special area of ​​the church.

ID is required at all other times.

With the status of a federal officer, it's good that he didn't get killed directly.

But the latest pilgrimage is also more than 20 days later.

It has been more than four months since they parted, and Lancer doesn't know how the other party is doing.

Since he escaped into the church, I haven't seen him come out again.

The scouts changed batch after batch, but ultimately to no avail.

Lancer thought for a while, and finally set the date at 20 days later.

For the first time, I decided to bring a small number of people and horses, lurk nearby, and then enter alone.

At least know how the other party is doing during this time.

It took more than 20 days to flash.

In the past 20 days, Lancer has basically taken over the big and small things in the hands of the federal ruler.

Except for the daily routine of having someone check whether that person is locked up properly, the rest of the time can be considered pleasant.

But Lancer never returned to Endless Star.

The environment I lived in since I was a child, after experiencing so much...is no longer the Garden of Eden it used to be.

And the thought of being in the same star field with that person makes me feel sick.

The night before the great pilgrimage day, Lancer mobilized a team to go with him overnight.

It was early in the morning when we arrived at the Mission District.

Although the weather has entered spring, it is unavoidably cold in the morning.

Lancer was wearing a dark shirt and no tie.Her hair was still tied in a bunch at the back of her head.

Although at first glance it looks a lot easier than usual.

But this height, coupled with this unsmiling face, is still very conspicuous in the crowd.

After entering, Lancer realized that it was much bigger than he imagined.

More like an old country.

But outsiders are forbidden to enter the area behind except for the main church.

Because of his height advantage, Lancer can see the front view well behind the crowd.

After scanning around, Lancer finally set his sights on the half-covered figure behind the organ.

Very different from the man I met a few months ago.

The bones of the side face are obviously thin.

But I don't know if it's because of the loose teaching robes, or what, but I always feel that my figure is completely different from Yan Xuechi's.

Lancer didn't dare to confirm for a while.

But it was inexplicable that he attracted all eyes.

The event lasted a long time.

From the beginning to the end, Lancer never took his eyes off the man behind the organ.

There is a premonition in the dark.

There may have been many things that happened during the parting, enough for him to spend his whole life to make up for it.

After waiting for a long time, the ethereal music gradually subsided.

The crowd also gradually dispersed from the main church.

Only Lancer was still standing there.

When the crowd dispersed, Lancer dared to step forward.

Taking a deep breath, he dared not go straight.

Although he could see the side face, it was very different from before...so big that Lancer could hardly recognize each other for a moment.

The originally black hair was a little dry.

The same is true for the body, no matter how big the clothes are, it can't hide the thinness.It has nothing to do with the boy who could break ribs with a single punch, or the boy who could break someone's wrist with a smile.

Obviously the weather has turned warmer, but still wearing bloated clothes.

It's just that the heroism between the five sense organs has not diminished.

Added a little softness.

And haggard.

Lancer, almost incredulous, held out his hand to him.

Lay it lightly on your shoulders.

The bones under the fabric can already be clearly felt.

Some people are disgusting.

The man sitting behind the organ is arranging the score.

Feeling that someone was patting him, he didn't react too much. Before he raised his head, he took a step forward and asked slowly, "Do you have—"

However, before he finished speaking, Yu Guang saw the source of this hand first.

The second half of the sentence got stuck in my throat, and I couldn't even utter a single syllable.

The whole person froze in place, and the things in his hands were scattered all over the place.

I was stunned for less than three seconds.

Like waking up from a big dream, he got up from the piano bench, regardless of his image or not.

First, he stumbled, staggered, and almost fell.

Then turn around and prepare to run away.