Soul Mechanic [Interstellar]

[Side effects of mineral powder]

The surface of the barren star does not have the ups and downs of mountains, and there is no distinction between forests and oceans. There is a patch of khaki everywhere.

This earthy yellow surface is not soil, but a polymeric material. If people want to grow vegetables, they must collect the soil during the sandstorm season.

In order to withstand the sand and dust weather, many wind-proof tunnels were built in Huangxing, and people traveled to and from various places through the wind-proof tunnels.

The most peculiar thing is that the residences on the barren stars are not lined up like normal buildings.

The houses on the barren stars are scattered in mid-air, and when viewed with the naked eye, they are as big as toy cars. The colors are like people's clothes. There are yellow, brown and gray. The higher the level, the smaller the size.

At this time, Lan was standing at the windbreak, calling for his house.

Mu Qiu saw him put his finger to his mouth and blew a crisp whistle, and a brown metal box with a bright surface flew automatically in front of the two beasts.

"Let's go in!" Lan dragged the prey with one hand and Mu Qiu with the other, shouting at the box, "Open Zhima!"

Before Mu Qiu could vomit, he felt dizzy. The next moment, he appeared in the big "warehouse".

He looked at the ceiling without gaps, and then at the huge room, he still found it very magical.

Da Bai then fell from the ceiling and squeezed between the two of them, rubbing this one and the other, expressing his dissatisfaction with being left behind.

Lan immediately threw the prey aside, and laughed and played with Da Bai.

Looking at him happy, Mu Qiu smiled unconsciously.

Lan was probably a child when he left his family. He must have been well protected, so that after 30 years of living alone in a strange galaxy, he can still maintain an optimistic and simple heart.

Just like the hard-working people in the family, no one is young from the age alone, but the personality is still like a child, love to act like a baby, love to fight for pets, and occasionally be careful.

Thinking of them, Mu Qiu felt a dull pain for no reason.

Can't think, can't think-Mu Qiu reminded himself desperately, he subconsciously looked around and decided to find something for himself.

—

Dabai peeled off the skin of the prey, cleaned the internal organs, and cut the meat into neat small pieces, very skillfully.

Mu Qiu cleaned up the bedroom that he mistakenly believed to be a warehouse without touching his feet.

Mu Qiu confirmed once again that Lan must have been so well protected before that he was still a waste of housework after living alone for 30 years.

The miscellaneous things accumulated over the past 30 years are all piled up in the room-please imagine such a spectacular scene.

Mu Qiu was almost unable to complain.

However, the culprit was not aware of it at all. At this time, he was sitting in front of the trader with joy, putting out the small bottles of mineral powder one by one, waiting for the guests to come.

"Ding Dong—" the guest came.

Mu Qiu suddenly felt very cordial when she heard the prompt tone.

"Mr. Kuku, meet again, is it still jelly this time?"

The man on the virtual screen nodded, looking very gentle.

Lan slashed the bottle of jelly to the delivery port, "Is it still ten bottles?"

"Yes." The other party nodded again.

Lan smiled, pushed the bottle forward, a soft light flashed, and ten small bottles disappeared before his eyes.

Mu Qiu was not surprised, he was even more curious about the buyer's appearance—it was the same type as a Federalist.

No, no, if you look closely, the facial contours and the texture of the pupils are still slightly different... I don't know why, Mu Qiu always feels that this person looks familiar.

Moreover, he can "understand" the other party's words-this shows that the other party's mental power has at least reached the level of a D-class sentry.

The other party was keenly aware of Mu Qiu's gaze, and glanced over with a sharp gaze.

Mu Qiu's gaze was a bit awkward.

The other party raised an eyebrow indifferently, "Are there any guests?"

"Ah, yes." Lan turned his head and smiled soothingly at Mu Qiu, "His name is Qiu."

"Hello." The other party politely nodded to Mu Qiu.

"Hello." Mu Qiu answered calmly, pretending to be.

The other party smiled, and after a few more conversations with Lan, the contact was terminated.

Mu Qiu hurriedly walked to Lan and asked curiously: "Who is that person just now? Why is his appearance so similar to us?"

"I don't know his specific identity, I only know that he is a green-clothed nobleman." Lan didn't seem to care very much.

Mu Qiu hesitated a little, but in the end he couldn't suppress his inner urgency, and begged: "If you have the opportunity, can you help me ask about the Milky Way? Since it's a ‘nobleman’, you should know more?"

"No problem!" Lan agreed very happily. "However, Mr. Kuku and I have always been in one-line contact, so we can only ask him until the next transaction."

Mu Qiu smiled, "It's okay, thanks a lot."

Lan blinked helplessly, and said heartily, "There is no need to be polite!"

Mu Qiu nodded and continued to clean up the room.

Lan just noticed Mu Qiu's actions and blushed involuntarily.

He looked at the busy figures of Mu Qiu and Da Bai, inexplicably familiar.

At this moment, there was a burst of lively music in the house.

Mu Qiu was stunned.

Lan smiled triumphantly, "How about it, okay? I recorded it myself!"

Mu Qiu grabbed his hand abruptly and said solemnly, "Lan, you must follow me back to the Milky Way."

Lan nodded without hesitation, "Okay, didn't you say it already!"

Even with such a guarantee, Mu Qiu's excitement still cannot be calmed down.

If you ignore those discordant dissonances, this is like the school song that Mu Qiu has listened to for fourteen years-"Soul of the Army."

Lan shook his head while listening to the rhythm of the music, "I don't know why, I always hear this song in my dreams. After listening too much, I just recorded it as a doorbell. Da Bai also likes it!"

If it was only speculation before, Mu Qiu is almost certain now—Lan must be from the Milky Way like him, and he is inextricably linked to the Federal First Military Academy.

Lan was still immersed in the music, "Is it suitable to be a doorbell with such a passionate tune?"

Mu Qiu raised his eyebrows, "Doorbell?"

"Yeah!" Lan continued to shake his head, and then paused abruptly, "Doorbell!"

As he said, he jumped off the chair with a "swish", spinning around the room like a headless fly.

Mu Qiu silently glanced at the button with a door pattern next to the trading machine, poked Poke Lan's back, and pointed silently.

Lan said "Ah" and ran over in surprise, "By the way, here, I forgot it again!"

Mu Qiu was almost unable to complain.

Lan panicked and pressed the button to open the door, and a big crack broke in the ceiling, and a wave of people wearing khaki clothes fell from the top.

The head was an aboriginal with tentacles on his head. The skin was gray and covered with looming lines. Mu Qiu couldn't tell the gender and age of the other party for the time being.

When he spoke, it was obviously an older man's accent, "@#￥%￥@@#￥…"

Mu Qiu couldn't understand what he said, so he would be able to understand what he was about to change.

At this moment, Lan Duan stood upright, with his head up and his chest upright, with a gentle expression, and he was not like the guy who was in a hurry just now.

He whispered back. Mu Qiu perceives from his mental wave that he means, "I can change some with you, but I have guests during this time, so I have to stay more."

Nonetheless, those people were obviously relieved and looked very happy.

After a brief exchange, Lan walked to the fresh-keeping cabinet and took out most of the meat that had been processed by Dabai.

Those people took it gratefully, leaving a large bag of things for Lan.

Lan didn't refuse, but gave them a small bottle of jelly and told them carefully about the precautions.

The tentacles headed by him were obviously very surprised.

In the end, Lan still stuffed the vial into his hand.

The tentacles carefully put them away, and slapped their hands to Lan one after another, saying something in his mouth.

Lan smiled and waved his hand, and said, "No, that's enough."

After the tentacles thanked again and again, they left with the other tentacles.

The moment they disappeared, Lan, who was sitting in distress, immediately slumped his shoulders and smiled at Mu Qiu, "I have some vegetables to eat at night."

Mu Qiu opened the bag and saw a big bag of tuberous rhizomes inside which were red, white, white, gray, yellow and yellow, some resembling sweet potatoes, some potatoes, some taro, and some even fluffy kiwis.

Of course, it's just like, I don't know if the taste and method are the same.

Mu Qiu was curious, and heard a burst of familiar music.

This time Lan's reaction was quick. The moment the music was cut off, two thin bodies fell from the ceiling "plops and plops".

A colorful baggage hit them unceremoniously.

Despite the language barrier, Mu Qiu still distinguished two painful calls—if it hadn't been for a handful in time, it would have been even more painful.

Lan said "Hey", "Is it you?"

The children got up from the ground, their expressions were very uneasy. You pushed me and shoved the two of them, expecting each other to speak first.

Lan gave a gentle smile and asked, "Are you here to change the meat? It just so happens that there are some extras that can be exchanged for you."

The children looked at Lan timidly and shook their heads, "@#￥%..."

Mu Qiu didn't understand at all.

Without thinking about it, Lan's face changed all of a sudden, and he asked anxiously: "What are you doing for the cold jelly? Someone is injured?"

Perhaps Lan's expression was too serious, and the children were suddenly shocked.

The two thin young boys were close to each other and bent down deeply.

"Don't be afraid, is anyone attacked by the Flame Beast?" Lan's tone became even more urgent.

Mu Qiu patted Pailan's arm and shook his head at him.

Lan widened his eyes and said quickly: "Autumn, you may not know that cold jelly is used to treat the attack of the flame beast. Once someone is injured by the flame of the flame beast, it must be cured within an hour. Look at them now. such-"

Mu Qiu stroked Lan's violently ups and downs chest, and drew a smile on his mouth, "The more anxious you are, the less they dare to say it. It's better to ask calmly, or just go to the place where they live and find someone. ."

This sentence reminds Lan that if I remember correctly, these homeless children should be living in the No. 1 wind shelter.

Lan took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible: "Don't be afraid, I will go with you to rescue your companions."

The children raised their heads abruptly, with an unbelievable look.

Lan was sour in his heart and continued to ask, "He is now where you lived yesterday, right?"

The two children nodded heavily, their eyes red involuntarily.

—

At this time, Mu Qiu was squatting in the No. 1 windbreak with Lan, treating the young man who was burned by the flame beast.

The boy does not look like an aboriginal because he has no tentacles and his skin is wheat-colored. However, at this moment, the originally smooth wheat-colored skin is covered with two large burns of pus.

Mu Qiu couldn't help being taken aback. It took less than half an hour to purify. It seemed that the flame beast in Lan's mouth was indeed very dangerous.

Lan used the therapeutic apparatus to perform basic disinfection of the teenager's wound, and then took out a small bottle of jelly from the space button.

Mu Qiu thought that he was going to sprinkle on the wound, and was about to help, but without realizing it, Lan did not say hello, and poured all the colorful powder into the boy's mouth.

After the pouring, he held down the boy's body with a serious look, and said: "It will be a little painful, so bear with it."

As soon as the voice fell, the boy let out a scream.

Lan pursed his mouth, and whispered, "Well, it hurts."

What he didn't expect was that the boy only yelled and never spoke again.

Of course, he didn't pass out in a coma, just bit his lip and didn't make another sound.

While Mu Qiu admired secretly in his heart, he couldn't help but wonder, "Does cold jelly hurt?"

Lan sighed, "To be precise, all the mineral medicaments will hurt after taking them-the kind that you don't want to live with."

When he said this, a faint horror flashed in Lan's eyes, which was obviously a lingering fear.

Mu Qiu did not speak for comfort, but silently held his hand.

Lan then grinned and smiled at Mu Qiu, "No way, this is the side effect of mineral medicine."

"Is there no way to solve it?"

Lan shook his head, “Not for the time being. Someone has tried, such as changing the atomic structure, or adding anesthetic ingredients. However, the final product made makes the pain disappear and loses its effect.”

Mu Qiu frowned slightly, thoughtfully.

—

At this moment, the Milky Way, billions of light-years away, is engaged in a one-sided war.

The Iron Spider Stars, who have advanced by more than one level in technology, are attacking the Federation team in a near-sweeping manner.

The only good news is that there are not many opponents, and the battle circle is temporarily limited to the asteroid belt. Of course, there is no lack of Lin Yi's credit.

Lin Yi found a peculiar phenomenon through the inside of the gray castle. After the defeated Union soldiers fell into the hands of the Iron Spider Stars, they were not put to death, but imprisoned.

Their bodies have not been subjected to some inhuman treatment, and they will even be given enough food for three meals a day.

Although he could not guess what conspiracy the aliens had, Lin Yi seized this and used wheel tactics to successfully prevent the fighters of the Iron Spider Star from flying out of the asteroid belt.

However, this is only temporary.

No one can say whether the enemy will reinforce it or whether the conflict will spread to the entire galaxy in the near future.

There is no suspense that, once such a situation occurs, the original war of suppression within the Federation will escalate into a conflict between two civilizations, or it can be said that it is the colonization of a lower civilization by a higher civilization.

The military leaders who had their own minds could no longer hold the mindset that it didn't matter to them. They united one after another to discuss the battle plan together.

Even some non-governmental forces organized spontaneously and rushed to the asteroid belt to provide support without hesitation.