Chapter 52
Mu Xiaohu tilted his head and thought for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so he stood up, turned around and strode towards the direction where the spaceship was parked.
——Since you don’t know what happened, just go and ask.
Even if nothing actually happened and he was just overthinking, it didn't matter. Even if the savior thought he was doing something unnecessary, it was better than him worrying about it here - but Mu Xiaohu felt that the person would not blame him for this.
Mu Xiaohu first walked quickly, then unknowingly quickened his pace, and then ran. When he approached the airport, his pace suddenly slowed down.
There were more than a dozen people around the spaceship with a big red bird printed on it. They were circling around the spaceship and discussing something . Mu Xiaohu slipped and immediately hid behind a pillar, eavesdropping.
"What's wrong with this spaceship?" A tall and thin man asked the question he wanted to ask.
"We have received a report." A serious-looking woman in a blue uniform said, "This spaceship does not have an Imperial spaceship pass, nor is it registered with the Spaceship Management Office. It is a black ship. The Management Office now suspects that this spaceship may be associated with hostile forces outside the region, and must be temporarily detained. Please notify the owner of the spaceship to explain the situation to the Management Office. In addition, the owner must pay the registration fee and the illegal immigration fine, a total of 276,500 star coins."
"Okay, okay." The tall and thin man was probably the airport manager. He started by shirking responsibility: "You know, as a tourist planet, our Baiqi Star has a lot of spacecraft taking off and landing every day, so it is inevitable that there will be some omissions in management. But our staff are absolutely dedicated and responsible, and will never bend the law for personal gain or condone evil! If you need our cooperation in anything, just let me know."
The uniformed woman said, "Then, we will send a transport ship to take this spaceship away before five o'clock this afternoon. Before then, please keep it safe. If the owner shows up, please contact us."
"No problem, please rest assured." The tall and thin man nodded and bowed, respectfully seeing off the uniformed woman and her group, then turned around and ordered his subordinates to keep an eye on the spacecraft and not to pass it if they received a take-off request. Then he waved his hand and walked away slowly.
Soon after the tall and thin man left, the remaining staff also dispersed. Soon there was no one near the spaceship, but the legs under the hull were locked by clamps. Mu Xiaohu looked around and saw no one, so he ran to the spaceship, walked around the spaceship, looked at the closed hatch, and muttered to himself worriedly: "It seems that something really happened. I wonder where my benefactor is. Is he okay now? How can I contact him?"
The door opened.
Mu Xiaohu opened his mouth wide, staring at the hatch that suddenly opened in amazement, and stammered, "Is this... are you asking me to come in?"
The spaceship was naturally silent.
Mu Xiaohu looked around furtively like a thief, and saw a figure swaying in the distance, as if walking towards him. He jumped up suddenly in fright and rushed into the spaceship like lightning. Almost as soon as he stepped in, the door closed behind him.
Unlike the entrance he entered last time, this time there was no quarantine room inside the door, and it was directly a long corridor. Rows of lights lit up, indicating the direction for him. Mu Xiaohu was a little nervous, but he still walked forward along the lights. After turning two corners, he suddenly stopped and sniffed.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
"Third reagent, inject one-third."
"knew."
"The blade is tilted 27 degrees, cutting into it three millimeters to remove the rotten part."
"Is that so?"
"Well, you did a great job."
Rong Yuan was dazed when he heard two people talking. One of them yelled, "Ahhh, the blood is coming out again!"
Another voice said, "Calm down. Use the healing device to stop the bleeding, and then change the blood bag."
"…I've changed it. But there's only one blood bag left. What should I do?"
"It's okay." Number Two said, "Good evening, Master. How do you feel now?"
Rong Yuan blinked his eyes, and his hazy vision gradually became clear. He first saw a face full of concern and worry, with messy hair and bright and clear eyes. With a soothing smile, Rong Yuan supported his upper body and tried to sit up. Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his chest. He groaned and fell on the bed. He covered his chest with his right hand, and his palm was wet.
"Ah, your injury is still very serious , don't move!" Mu Xiaohu hurriedly took the treatment device and pressed it on Rong Yuan's chest, and the bleeding gradually stopped.
Number Two said, "It's a penetrating wound, Master. Fortunately, you deflected the beam when it was fired, and it barely avoided the vital parts, otherwise you would be dead now. However, the high temperature and airflow impact still caused a large area of body tissue to be damaged, and the area near the wound was also infected with a genetic virus. With your physique, this virus does not cause much damage to cells, but it hinders the healing of the wound. In addition, you are currently losing too much blood, and this not-so-serious side effect may also lead to death."
"I know." Rong Yuan smiled bitterly, "My fault. I'm sorry."
"You don't need to apologize to me, Master. I am just explaining the situation to you. You have the absolute right to dispose of your own life, and I have no right to interfere." Number Two said, "Also, as an intelligent computer, I don't have human emotions such as anger, worry, tension, panic, grief, and frustration. Please don't misunderstand me."
"Okay, okay, I understand." Rong Yuan said helplessly, then looked at the boy beside him gently and said, "Thank you, Xiaohu."
"Ah, I didn't do anything... It was your spaceship's computer that taught me what to do." Mu Xiaohu blushed and said shyly, "Besides, you've helped me many times!"
"That's different. I helped you out of my own choice, not for you to repay me." Rong Yuan said, "So I am very grateful that you can lend a helping hand when I need it."
Rong Yuan had seen too many people who didn't repay kindness or even turned a blind eye to kindness, and he was too lazy to care about it. Children like Mu Xiaohu who had good intentions were the ones he admired and was willing to take care of. Regardless of whether his purpose was pure or not, the fact was that Rong Yuan had helped many, many people, and he often forgot about such things in a flash; but he always remembered the help others gave him and never forgot it.
So his tone at this moment was sincere and gentle, honest and cautious, with a hint of promise in it, making people feel that every word he uttered carried a heavy weight.
Suddenly, Mu Xiaohu's face turned red as if it was burning.
Obviously the person in front of him was only a few years older than him (it seemed), but for some reason, he felt as if a wise, gentle and kind elder was talking to him. In front of this person he became a child. A smile or a light compliment could make him blush and be at a loss, fearing that he would not be able to meet his expectations.
After Rong Yuan woke up, he no longer needed those instruments to treat him. He let the obviously exhausted boy rest. Rong Yuan put his hand on his wound, and between his fingers there was an electric current thinner than a hair, flickering. In the invisible part of his body, countless cells rejuvenated with joy, dead cells fell off, and new cells expanded rapidly. His pale face gradually turned back, and his slightly frowned brows relaxed.
Rong Yuan's string force can stimulate cell vitality and speed up wound healing, but it is less effective against genetic viruses. So half an hour later, when he sat up from the bed, the bandage on his chest was still oozing a faint blood color.
A disc-shaped cleaning robot spun around, holding a cup of hot water and a dose of concentrated nutrient solution. After Rong Yuan took the nutrient solution, the weakness caused by the rapid cell division and reproduction gradually subsided. He picked up the cup of water and drank it all, then asked, "What about the girl?"
He remembered that at the critical moment, when he moved, he brought the girl out with him.
Number Two warned: "Master, do not indulge your enemies out of pity. Otherwise, you may not have a chance to wake up next time."
"I know. This injury is a warning to me. I won't be careless again." Rong Yuan said: "Where is she? I still have something to ask her."
"In the hibernation chamber." Number Two said, "Her injuries are too severe, so I asked Mu Xiaohu to freeze her. If you want to treat her and interrogate her, I suggest you wait until you are fully recovered."
"Well, okay." Rong Yuan agreed, then took a look at the hibernation chamber.
Through the transparent lid, one could see the girl lying quietly inside. Due to her cryogenic state, her face was extremely pale. From a close distance, the wounds on her body looked even more hideous, with flesh and blood peeling, and even broken bones in some places. She looked about ten years old, but her body was as thin as a six or seven-year-old child.
The flames of the explosion burned off the girl's clothes and a large area of skin, revealing the metallic iron-gray underneath. The girl's right arm from the shoulder down and both legs from the knees down have been mechanically modified. The rest of the body has many scars caused by abuse and harsh training. This young body must have gone through a lot of pain to become what it is now.
When Rong Yuan saw her, he understood that this was a child who was born on the Red Prison Star and sent to the outside world by the Tyrant Army.
At that time, he was standing just outside the light net cage set up by the killers, and then these children ran out and lured him into an ambush. Although Rong Yuan saw this, he still stepped into the trap.
Firstly, it was because he was too confident. Having not encountered an opponent worthy of a fight for a long time, Rong Yuan did not think that anyone could threaten him, so when he walked in, Rong Yuan was more angry and contemptuous of the person who set up this trap, but not as vigilant as he should have been.
Secondly, he realized that if the plan failed, the boy would really beat her to death despite the pain and unwillingness.
Because of his carelessness and sympathy, he almost paid the price of his life. If Rong Yuan had not understood the relationship between string force and space after the supernova explosion ninety years ago, he might not have been able to escape from the stranglehold of the light net.
Before, Rong Yuan told No. 2, "I was wrong." He was wrong because he lost his due vigilance and underestimated the enemy's cunning, madness and cruelty. But he didn't think there was anything wrong with saving the girl.
She has been in hell since she was born, how can you blame her for having no light in her heart?
The one who should pay the price is the one who turned her and many children like her into such obedient, cold-blooded and ruthless killers; the one who turned the entire Prison Planet into an endless hell in order to train and select these children.
Rong Yuan closed the hibernation chamber, and a cold light flashed in his lowered eyes, like a sword that was unsheathed and moving with a buzzing sound.
