Why it never ends

Chapter 13 The Real Home
Valenti continued: "Therefore, only mercury needles in the 'bullet time' state can fight against monsters like chelates—from the data, the strength of a chelation patient after the onset of the disease will Rapidly increase to 10 to 60 times the original, and last for one to two weeks.

"You think, an adult can lift a weight of about 100-150 catties at most, but for a chelate-especially a chelate transformed from a healthy adult, they can lift 4 Things within a ton can be easily lifted; a 100-meter track usually takes 12 to 16 seconds to pass, but for chelates, it is only a momentary sight—how can ordinary people parry such an enemy? ?
"Humans need mercury needles, at least such two sides can fight at a closer level." Valentine said, "This is also the meaning of our existence."

Hesta thought about it seriously for a while, "How long does a mercury needle's 'bullet time' have to be to meet the limit of going to the battlefield?"

"4 hours." Valenti replied, "There will be strict timing during the battle, and everyone will continue to carry out tactical rotations to ensure the safety of every mercury needle."

Hesta finally understood, "Do you know how long Miss Chiba's bullet lasts?"

"Haha, of course, her time is almost unknown here."

Hesta looked at Valenti curiously.

"76 hours and 43 minutes," Valenti replied. "Masaki is a legend in this matter."

The two were talking, and Valenti had already led her to stop in front of 403.

Valenti handed a door card to Hesta, "This is your dormitory, just swipe it yourself."

Hesta put the card close to the identification area next to the handle, and after a sound like gears snapping together, the door bounced inward.Hesta opened the door and approached. The gray floor inside looked like some kind of hard resin material, and her rubber-soled shoes made an uncomfortable sticking sound when she stepped on it.

This living room seems to be about 24 to [-] square meters. There is a large window about two meters high on the wall facing the door. The sycamore trees were swaying their budding crowns in the light, shadow and breeze. There were no tall buildings in the distance, and she could see the horizon where the forest and the sky met at a glance.

There is a very large rectangular white table in the middle of the living room. On the edge of the table are scattered books, pen holders, and gadgets that Hesta doesn’t know the purpose of. Some mirrors on the corners of the table are crooked, which makes people worry. The next moment it will fall to the ground and be smashed to pieces.

As he passed them, Hesta reached out and pushed the mirror inward.

There was a long and old cloth sofa under the window. Hesta knelt on it, leaning on the back of the sofa, and gently opened the window.

The evening wind that was about to enter the night brought a chill, but the scene like an oil painting in front of her temporarily soothed her anxiety and sorrow.

There is a protruding balcony on her right, which has been converted into an open kitchen, and some cheese, ham, cucumbers and tomatoes are also scattered on the chopping board, and there are some sauce-stained dishes piled up in the sink beside it. dishes.

Hesta turned around: "Will I live here in the future?"

"Yes, your basic luggage will be delivered later," Valenti said.

Hesta looked away. There were five doors by her hand, but only three had nameplates on them. Two of the doors had paper posters on them. One was a rock band, and the other was an old man at a desk. Silhouette of front desk writing.

"Your room is the one by the window, on the west side."

Following Valenti's guidance, Hesta gently pushed open the door of his single room.

The furnishings inside are very simple, a bed, a wardrobe, a closet, and a window also facing south - the scenery outside the window is just the dozen or so sycamore trees in rows.

"If you need anything else, just write an email directly to Mr. Weir who is in charge of logistics. He will try his best to meet your daily needs."

Valenti put a piece of paper full of living matters here on Hesta's bed.

"In addition, we have already transferred your basic information to Miss Fletcher who lives next door to you - she will officially change jobs in the second half of the year, during this period, she will guide you to familiarize yourself with the daily training life .Any more questions, Miss Hesta?"

"...You can call me Jane." Hesta said with lowered eyes, "I do have a question... If my bullet time does not exceed 4 hours, what can I do?"

"Oh, there are many things that can be done," Valenti pointed to himself with a smile, "For example, like me, you can work as a civilian in the base, or you can become an accompanying team doctor—but that's when you are 14 years old. It’s something to think about later.”

Hesta wanted to ask more details, but Valenti's cell phone rang, she picked up the phone, waved to Hesta, and walked out of the room.

With the golden sunset reflected in her eyes, she picked up the "Residence Instructions" left by Valenti with her uninjured left hand, read it for a while, and threw it aside again.

In the dusk, Hesta was the only one left in the small single room. She slowly sat on the soft bed, reaching out and gently stroking the soft quilt under her body.

……

At 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, Valenti finally finished sorting out the data files of this season in his office.Working hours like hers are rare in the third district, but Valenti prefers to pick a full block of time to get everything done in one go, rather than a little bit of steady progress each day.

When she was about to shut down and get off work, she found a new email suddenly appeared in the mailbox, which was sent by Mr. Weir who was in charge of logistics—it contained all the new items that all mercury needle newcomers had applied to logistics as of today.

The information and logistics will be shared with the psychological assistance center where Valenti works.

Generally speaking, in the first half year of entering the training base, newcomers seldom mention material needs.

On the one hand, this is because the daily necessities provided by AHgAs itself are very detailed and can basically cover the details of every place in life; on the other hand, it is because most of the children have just survived various tragic accidents and are in the In a state of extreme anxiety and anxiety, there is no time to take care of other things.

Only when they gradually integrate into the life here and gradually develop a little trust in the AHgAs organization, will they ask to buy some gadgets other than basic daily necessities-and this behavior, including these items themselves, is all Warren It is the information that Dee and her colleagues need to pay attention to every day, and it is also a basis for evaluating the psychological state of newcomers.

Valenti scanned everyone's shopping list line by line as usual, however, when she pulled the list of items to the bottom, she let out a slight "huh".

In the last box was Jane Hester's name - she actually submitted what she wanted today.

……

[Jane Hester's Request Email]

Hello Mr Weir,

Here's Lavitt in student housing, and since new student Jane Hestad doesn't know how to send e-mail, I'm writing her first logistical application.

Miss Hesta needs a small cast iron chair (preferably dark green), a log semi-circular side table (suitable for leaning against the window sill), a double-sided jacquard that is large enough to put down the side table and cast iron chair A rug (preferably white with a green pattern, semicircle or square is fine), some wire, red, green and black cardstock, and a glass cloche that fits on a side table with a wooden base, thanks you.

Lavitt

Praise to Shi Qi
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