Chapter 52

The mental fluctuations caused by the Maine Coon cat disappeared in the air. The two of them hid very quietly and were not discovered by Qi Le, which also meant that Qi Le did not deliberately perform on anyone. Qi Mu was still a little dizzy and looked at Feng Xi in disbelief. , "My father?"

Feng Xi curled his lips and responded: "You can ask, at least it means that there is no involvement between them at present."

The mercenaries lying on the ground were taken down one by one by the police, and the empty space in front of the door was quickly cleared. .

The two walked to the door and knocked a few times. The sound of tapping came again, accompanied by impatient cursing, "How many years ago did you promise? I said you can ask me for help in times of crisis, but... You can't let me die. Who wants to help you idiots?"

Opening the door, the man and Qi Mu looked at each other, a little confused about the development. "Didn't you say it would take a few days to arrive?"

He opened the door. Let the two people come in, "What do you want to ask? Just ask."

The two of them walked into the room. The layout of the room was not much different from Qi Mu's memory.

Qi Mu: "Why are those people outside looking for you? Several groups of people are gathering here. Do you know that they are involved in human trafficking?"

Qi Le has decided not to hide anything and has no psychological burden. "I don't know the specifics. , this matter should have ended fourteen years ago, and I didn’t expect these people to be so shameless as to ask me for help, just like that.”

He pondered for a moment, concisely answering, “You asked me about Y83, I understand. Not many, the mercenary classification is complicated, and I didn’t do much about the research institute. In order to avoid surveillance afterwards, I deliberately stayed away from anything related to the research institute.”

“As for what I can say,” Qile stood up and went to the cubicle. Looking for it, "The details are all here."

He did participate in the transportation of experimental subjects on the Y83 planet, but because he quit midway, he didn't get anything. He even got into a spaceship and had to go to the colonial galaxy incognito. Now that he thinks about it, it's quite Exciting, how can I think too much during this period?

The items stored in the utility room were taken out, which was a small wooden box. Qile stretched out his hand and handed it to the two of them without saying anything, just waiting for them to open it.

Feng Xi took it first and opened the lid. There was nothing important in the wooden box, only a scale-like jade product lying there.

Qi Mu picked up the jade and weighed it in his hands. No matter how you looked at it, it was just an ordinary piece of jade. He raised his eyes in confusion, "What is this? Does it have anything to do with me?"

"It has a lot to do with it." Qile knocked on the old terminal on the shelf, turned it on slowly, and found the photos he had backed up a long time ago.

In the center of the photo is a cyan scale, with blood stains on the edges and a little wrinkle. "Well, it looked like this at first. I was in Y83 at that time, and you insisted on putting the piston into my hand, saying that you could get it if you sent it for testing. I got a lot of money.

But I didn’t have the mental energy to keep it, so it disappeared after a short time. I only saved a few photos, but the effect was not good enough, so I kept them here,

rubbing the smooth scales . At the edge, the cool texture is close to his fusion state, "It is a handicraft that is engraved with my scales as a template."

"You gave this to me?" Qi Mu raised his fingertips and touched the jade carefully, subconsciously Asked his father, "You have never told me this before."

Qile was unconvinced, "You have never asked me before, and you can't remember anything. What's the use of me telling you? Besides, you work for the royal family in the military department. "What do you think you can do if I send this thing over?"

Feng Xi put the scales back into the wooden box, "What happened fourteen years ago? Uncle Qi, please tell us.

" The two eyes stared closely, Qile put away his smile and lit a Sentinel special cigarette, "Actually, it's very simple..."

- The hand that was stained red

fourteen years ago

slowly lowered, but the trousers stained The bloodstains cannot go away.

Qiler lit a cigarette and leaned against the porthole in front of the control station of the spacecraft to smoke. The smoke was so thick that the window could not reflect the expression on his face.

There are three people in their profession, and there is one companion who has been working at the institute for a long time and does not agree to quit temporarily. Moreover, the remuneration paid in advance is enough for them to take this risk. The spaceship is their own. If they can escape on their own if they are maliciously detained, how can they not escape with their skills as long as they are deliberately prepared?

Mercenaries are all about money. As long as they have enough money, they can do more ruthless things than Star Thieves.

The guy who originally proposed to quit after finishing this job became hesitant again, and also came to persuade Qile to stay.

"Lao Qi, if I had known you were so cowardly, I would do it alone this time. Conscience is conscience. To be honest, there is no need to waste the opportunity to make money for these dying children. Even if we don't do it, these people can survive Come down? You can't save them. You know the medical conditions here. Maybe they can live a few more years if they are sent to the institute."

Qile didn't bother to argue. He patted the cigarette ashes on his body and said, "Okay, okay. You don't think it's disgusting, I do. Aren't you afraid of giving me my share of the money? I owe you a favor this time. I'll make a lot of money for you in the future

. There are not many opportunities. With the recent war and the soaring prices in this planet, people like them have no other way out except working as mercenaries to earn a living.

He was the only one left in Qile's family, and he didn't have any big ambitions, so there was no need to deal with his conscience.

As for the experimental subjects? He is not the savior and can't control it.

If he really had that ability, he had already saved his family from the insect wave.

He felt clear in his heart, but by some mistake, he went around to the room where the experimental subjects were placed.

Most of the experimental subjects were injected with anesthesia and were now comatose and imprisoned in the nutrition cabin, unable to hear any movement.

The other sentry was covered in blood and couldn't escape even without anesthesia, so the institute simply put him on a life-support device. If they can survive to another research institute, they will make a lot of living money for nothing. If not, they can still make some money back with corpses. Anyway, once the experimental data recording is completed, you will make money no matter what.

Even though he had seen many lives and deaths, Qile still couldn't help but feel phantom pain for the wounds on this kid's body.

Several wounds were so deep that bones were visible, and his mental state was in danger. He could only barely keep breathing under the life-support device.

Even if he could survive these few days, his mental realm would be destroyed. And if the spiritual realm is destroyed and he is no longer a special person, how can he survive so many injuries?

After thinking about it, Qile laughed to himself. It was really unreasonable to break up with his companions because of such a dying boy. When the deal was over, many people would say that he was stupid behind his back.

But the large dried blood stains on his pants hurt his ankles. Qile crossed his arms and prepared to leave, thinking of washing them off quickly.

Tiny sobs sounded, and he unconsciously slowed down.

The boy struggled to open his eyes, and when he saw the unbearable look in Qile's eyes, he felt hopeful again.

The young man first coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, which stuck to his lips. He was already in a state of embarrassment, but now his face was even covered in blood. He did not forget to draw a pie, "You are a good man, please save me."

He struggled to hand out the scales he was holding.

This piece was originally sewn into the inner pocket of his clothes for daily comfort. He couldn't care less and used his last strength to tear it off. "This is the manifestation of Xiaoxi's spiritual power. As long as he can find a detection device and send it to Zhongfeng , I will definitely get a lot of money."

He coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood, closed his eyes and made a difficult decision, "Even if you can't save me, just take this scale and find Zhongfeng, as long as you find Zhongfeng. ”

He didn't know what Zhongfeng was, Common Language, and Central Star. He heard it all from the mouth of Xiaoxi. He only remembered the expectation in Xiaoxi's eyes when he mentioned Zhongfeng.

He had put his own life and death aside, but he still received the man's indifferent eyes.

Qi Le kicked the bed frame and sneered, "What is the middle seal? I only recognize the one at the top. If you want to spread the news, go by yourself. I have no life to play with you.

Do you know the news about several star fields here? Are they all being intercepted? Not to mention this planet, even if it were a nearby livable planet, if these messages were sent out, someone from the royal family would definitely be waiting. "

He has heard of Zhongfeng, and that company is quite big. It can challenge the central stars, but it has not set foot in the edge galaxies. All the guard towers here are used by the royal family. What do they use to fight?

The child's hand dropped, as if he suddenly lost his desire to live.

Qile pursed his lips and kicked the footrest of the nutrition cabin again. The liquid in it swayed and made a crashing sound, which brought the young man back to his senses. "Listen up, if you want to save your friends, you can live on your own. As long as you have the ability, I will treat you." You will just turn a blind eye to the situation. Just a few words will make you want to die. Why should you convince others to eat the cake you painted? "

"You are mentally unstable, take a good rest, if you live? Maybe I can change my mind if I go on."

They stayed for a few more days.

There was a mistake when the Y83 research institute arranged the experiment list. The experiment that was supposed to be carried out on a disposable experimental subject was mistakenly placed on S01, and the experimental subject was mistakenly sent out of the institute, so that the people in the institute thought that S01 had escaped.

The loophole was discovered later when the experimental subjects were counted, which caused the person in charge to scold him for a while.

This experiment is designed to test the upper limit of the mental realm that the host body can withstand. The injected test dose is large. Once it starts, it is only a matter of time before the host body dies. There is no way to reverse it, and you can only make mistakes.

not to mention.

People are dead.

Over the course of three days, the subject's breathing became weaker and weaker, to the point where the body could be returned to the body without the life support device.

The people at the institute looked at it several times and recognized it with their noses pinched.

Qile had no idea, and felt that there would be one less trouble in the future.

At most, I feel a little pity. At the age of fourteen, life is over before it even begins.

He would stand next to the life-support device for a while every day. Only when his companions began to object and felt that it was a waste of energy did he plan to turn off the device.

His hands almost touched the ground, so he added an extra sentence, "I'm trying to save your creek, but I'll do it myself first. Don't you get angry when you think about how your creek will suffer in it for a few more years?"

The mental domain indicator suddenly rose rapidly from zero, and then dropped off a cliff. The display screen was full of error reports, and it didn't take long for the computer to freeze due to the chaotic data.

For special people, the spiritual realm will disappear instantly when a person dies, which is the most intuitive indicator of whether they can be saved.

Now, this thing beats faster than Qile's pulse.

The scale was tightly grasped by the young man in his hand, causing blood stains. But because he suddenly lost his strength and let go, he fell to the ground.

The remaining mental power of the scales was drawn out, shining dimly, and was on the verge of dissipation. For some unknown purpose, Qile took a photo with the terminal.

A miracle seemed to happen before his eyes.

Qile thought, this kid can survive even if he dies. Is it so difficult for me to find a stable planet to live well?

The name 'Xiaoxi' was also deeply imprinted in Qile's mind. To be missed like this, he must be an extremely important person.

Qile is self-aware of himself, and he still has some connections in the edge galaxy. In a zone like Y83, where he has no control, he will not have so much power for him to squander.

He could only save the boy who was considered dead by many parties.

This incident had such a great impact on him that Qile suddenly got involved, hid his spaceship next to the research institute, snatched his companion's spaceship, and ran away with the boy.

No matter who it was, he hoped someone could escape on that spaceship.

If what that kid said is true, his friend is involved with Zhongfeng and knows enough about spaceships that he might really be able to succeed.

Later, in order to avoid pursuit and completely cut off ties with the past, Qi extorted the experimental subject and drifted to the edge of the galaxy. But what happened could surprise him even more. This kid lost all his memory and his mental body became smaller. After being fooled by him, he kept calling him daddy and regarded him as his only relative.

When he saw the news about Zhong Feng, the two of them had already embarked on different paths, so they were no longer obsessed with the truth.

Afterwards, no matter how he thought about it, he felt that he was at a loss. Forget about raising a son. This kid wasted the spaceship he contributed to.

The spaceship is long gone and he is still paying off the ship loan.