Interstellar Love Hunting Guide

The Sunday of Devouring the Church left a deep impression on Russell. He remembered that he had participated in a cheating outreach training when he just graduated from university. On the last day, the instructor did some kind of gratitude education, which is to play sensational songs to remind the students of their lives. Those who have helped them, then hand in hand to sing inspirational songs like "Devotion of Love". Unexpectedly, after many years, he experienced this kind of education of painful love in the alien system.

On the stage, a deformed human voice talked with tears about how he experienced a tragic experience, and how he got rid of the shadow of his heart under the influence of Devouring Cult. Under the stage, Russell’s forehead was covered with black lines. It is not a cult that devours Cult, it is simply MLM. Organization, it’s just like brainwashing. People on the stage are talking, and those under the stage are wiping tears. The interaction is called perfection.

I have to admire Uncle Little Biscuit. After everyone has finished speaking, he will step up to comfort and encourage him, and he must quote the doctrine in every sentence. In the end, he was still leading the inspirational song on stage. The lyrics to his soulmate were illogical, but he sang extraordinarily, with moving tears shining in the corners of his eyes, because the appearance was too Sauter, which made Russell's goose bumps all over his body. In one suit, where is the chief of the cult? He is just an old drama player. He used to be in the entertainment industry, right?

At the end of the week, Russell bid farewell to Ollie, quit Devouring Mountain, sweating like a battle, took a long sigh of relief, took off the holographic helmet from his head, turned his head and was startled, Jopp Squatting down beside him looking at him with a confused look: "Boss, why are you crying? You cry like singing. Will Mr. Sauter want to abandon you?"

Russell was drinking water, and he spouted a mouthful of water. He felt a toothache when he sang. Is it true that the teaching songs are all complaining about women? "No, an acquaintance introduced me to the Devouring Cult. I went to church with them just now, singing in a chorus."

"The Devouring Church?" Jopp's face changed suddenly, "How can you join this kind of church!"

"What's the matter?" Russell was inexplicable. He didn't usually see Jopp paying attention to this. Why did he seem to have a deep prejudice against Devouring Cultivation.

Jopp's tone choked, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He paused and said, "Why do you believe in religion? So much work is waiting to be picked up. Besides, if something happens to the church, it will be caused by the government. I checked, didn’t you just provoke a lawsuit?"

After a week, Russell was worried about this, but think about it since Sauter introduced Ollie to him kindly, and it’s always bad to brush off the kindness of the old man, he said: “It’s okay, I just cheered for acquaintances. That's it, it's no big deal, and don't participate in subversive activities."

Jopp frowned, did not say anything, handed him a contract, and said: "There is a single express job, which is well paid, but it will take about six or seven days to go back and forth. I can't make it by myself. How's your health?"

"It's better, it should be fine."

Russell and Jopp were on the road early the next morning. The courier to be delivered came from a pair of shape-shifting husbands who settled in Sarena. Their son was engaged in real estate on the edge of the galaxy. The daughter-in-law was pregnant recently. Anxious parents-in-law immediately pickled a large jar of pickled broccoli, and asked Russell to help them deliver it.

During the three-day voyage, the whole small spaceship was filled with a strong smell of sauerkraut. This thing was too strong in flavor, no wonder the ordinary express would not accept it. Just smelling it made the back molars itchy. Jopp insisted that his face disappeared for two hours, put on a gas mask strictly, and pinched his nose even when he ate.

It was Russell that was weird. At first he thought it was too sour, but then he actually enjoyed it. He couldn’t wait to hold the **** jar when driving the spaceship. It’s so refreshing, if it’s not for professional ethics, He would definitely open the jar and fish out one to eat.

After the things were delivered, Jopp immediately activated the air self-cleaning device, and bought a freshener with ten times the power locally and sprayed it in the spacecraft. The choking Russell overwhelmed the river, and the nausea that was hard to control almost committed again. .

Not able to leave for a while, Russell and Jopp squatted beside the construction site in biological coats, waiting for the spacecraft to dissipate the smell. The rich freshener and the sour broccoli smell mixed together, making people feel the urge to cry. , Construction workers pass by from time to time, all pinching their noses and going around in disgust.

The memo suddenly rang, and Russell opened the mailbox with a mail from Sauter lying in it. His work finally came to an end and he got a two-day vacation. He will come to Chang'e for vacation in three days.

Sauter’s holidays are usually calculated by the hour. It is too extravagant to calculate by the day like this. Russell was in a good mood and immediately returned an email to him, telling him that he was doing a mission on the edge of the galaxy, and he should be able to rush back in three days. If Soter arrives early, you can try the sweater on the desk first. Although it is still two sleeves short, the large size is already available. If it is not suitable, come back and help him change it.

Sauter sent him a sweet kiss and told him "I'm looking forward to it, baby."

Russell closed the memo with a silly smile, with a happy and rippling expression, he could see clearly even through the biological coat, and Jopp turned his head, sighed silently, and walked into the small spaceship like dejection and self-abuse, but he burst into tears in less than two minutes. He ran out in exchange, holding on to a tree and vomiting, making Russell wonder if his nausea was also contagious to him.

Because they were worried about going back earlier, when the smell was almost gone, the two of them boarded the small spaceship. The journey home is not far or near, but there is no jump station, and the fastest is flying at the speed of light. Russell has not been physically strong lately. After driving for less than ten hours, he started to feel sleepy. Jopp cooked some soup for him. , Let him go directly into the dormant cabin.

Russell was very comfortable after drinking the soup. He hibernated for twenty hours. When he woke up, he was halfway through. Although this guy looks sissy and weak, his endurance is very good. After twenty hours of sailing, he still Energetic.

"You go to sleep, I'll take a while." Russell opened his seat belt, Jopp obediently gave way to him, made a cup of tea by himself, and sat beside Russell to drink slowly.

"Is Mr. Sauter coming?" Seeing him in such anxiousness, Jopp guessed that Sauter was coming.

"Uh... Yeah, he plans to come over for a two-day vacation."

"Oh, then I'll send you back to the Chang'e. Let me drive the small spaceship for two days. I want to go out and play."

"Okay." This proposal hit Russell's arms. Originally, he was thinking about whether to give Jopp a few days off to avoid him. Jopp always seemed to be afraid of Soter. It was embarrassing in a transport ship.

After flying for a while, Russell's memo rang again. He thought it was Sauter, but when he opened it, he discovered that it was a conversation request from Ollie.

"Grandpa Ollie?" Russell turned the spacecraft into autopilot and turned on the communicator. Ollie's holographic projection appeared in front of him. Uncle Biscuit looked a bit different today, very serious, not as offline as usual. Enthusiastic: "Hello Captain Russell."

"Hello Mr. Ollie." Russell thought it was another form of humor, so he changed his name. Ollie nodded and said, "There is an event to be organized in the eighth quadrant this afternoon. You can join it." This afternoon?” The time was a bit rushed, Russell must not be able to go back after all, so he had to apologize: “I’m sorry, I’m on a business trip, I will definitely not be able to go back this afternoon, and there is no holographic device around.”

"Where are you?" Ollie frowned, reached out and dragged out a dialog box, beckoning him to enter the coordinates, Russell hesitated, and entered the coordinates displayed by the spacecraft navigator. Ollie raised his eyebrows and said, "Very well, it doesn't matter if there is no equipment. Our event is not holographic, but realistic. The meeting place is not far from you." He showed him a coordinate and said: " This is here, an abandoned spaceport, which can be reached in three hours at your speed. We are all waiting for you there."

Russell always felt that something was wrong. Ollie looked weird today. Besides, isn't his body already dead? How could he still participate in real-life gatherings? "Wait for Grandpa Ollie, why did you start a party suddenly? What are the important issues?"

"It's about human rights and responsibilities. It's very important." Ollie said solemnly. "There are still many people living in the darkness in this galaxy. Although we all believe that the engulfed light will eventually shine on them, this process requires us. For your hard work, my child, your responsibility as a commander of thousands is very important. Thousands of congregations need your leadership."

Thousands of congregants...Think of the many people waiting for him to lead, Russell felt a little embarrassed to slip away. Besides, he said he was going to help Ollie at first, and he was not kind to escape, so he nodded and said, "Okay. I'll go over here."

Turning off the communicator, Jopp came back just after washing the cup and frowned, "You don't really want to go to that space port. As far as I know, no one goes there at all. It's a desperate situation."

"It's not far anyway. Let's take a look." Russell resumed his manual operation and started looking for the nearest entrance and exit on the navigator. "By the way, don't you want to take a vacation? Well, I'll put you on the public transportation station for a while, and you can take the public airship and go home first."

"Stop it anymore," Jopp said worriedly. "You are not in good health lately. Don't worry about it. Let's go home early. Besides, isn't Mr. Sauter coming to take a vacation? What if you miss him."

Speaking of Russell, I was a little worried, but since I agreed to Uncle Biscuit just now, it’s not so good to go back. In the future, relatives will not look up and look down. Sauter’s face is not good, so he said: "It’s okay, my voyage behind. Hurry up, he waits for an hour or two, it doesn't matter." Positioned an exit, adjusted the route and flew over, "I will send you to a public airship first."

Jopp showed a worried look and said, "I'm most afraid of riding in a public airship, where satyrs are squeezed and squeezed. I am often assaulted. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry. Let's go to the party with you. If they Don't let me in, I will wait for you on the spaceship."

This kid is indeed too hiring. Russell, who is a bit worried about the bus satyr and tram idiot, nodded, and said, "That's it, let's go back a few hours later. If you are bored, you can play the meeting first. Child game."

Jopp nodded, buckled his seat belt and sat next to Russell. His delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he looked at the dark universe and the ethereal sea of ​​stars on the monitor with a lot of thought.

Three days later, Sauter hurried back to the Chang'e in a small spaceship, but it was not his warm and straightforward wife who greeted him, but the cold and empty cabin.

"Russell?" Soter called, no one answered, only a slight echo was heard, and when he turned around in the Chang'e, he did not find Russell's shadow. The cabin was clean and the bed in the bedroom was well laid. A half-eaten biscuit was placed on the desk, next to it was a flat and delicate white cashmere sweater.

Maybe it was a delay on the road. Soter thought regretfully. He took off his coat and put the cashmere sweater on his shirt for an interview. The size was just right. Although it had no sleeves, it was strictly a fur vest, but it was really comfortable to wear. Extremely soft and warm, bowed his head and sniffed, still exuding the light body odor of Russell.

There was a black velvet box under the sweater, Soter opened it curiously, wow! An emerald ring that fits your eyes. Try it on the ring finger. The size is just right, and the corner of your mouth lifted up in a good mood. After thinking about it, I took the ring off and put it back in the box. I will wait for Russell to come back for such an important token. It's more appropriate for him.

The house is so quiet, the air is filled with a minty smell, even though his wife has not yet returned home, Sauter is already feeling blissful. After two steps back and forth, he sits in Russell’s small chair and picks him up to eat. I took a bite of the remaining biscuits and grinned unexpectedly. Looking at the packaging, it turned out to be flavored with sour plums, God! When did he like to eat something sour...

Sauter waited and waited until the artificial sky was darkened and the hour hand pointed to eleven midnight, and the access control remained silent, without any docking prompt. Long hours of high-intensity work made him a little sleepy, especially in such a comfortable environment, so Soter went to the bathroom to take a shower, put on the otaku check pajamas, and lay alone on the big bed.

"I'm back, waiting for you." Sauter sent a text message to Russell, and there was no reply for a long, long time. Perhaps there was particle shielding on the channel, and the signal was not good, so he comforted himself so, and then fell asleep without knowing it.