Therapy Planet No. 13

"What’s wrong with you?"

Hearing He Xiangbin's abnormality, Locke didn't raise his head and asked casually, "Have you caught a cold?"

He Xiangbin in a "standard" laboratory.

If it is standard, all the necessary experimental equipment is available; if it is not standard, all the walls on the four sides are in the form of glass cabinet doors. There are colorful bottles and jars in countless cabinets, and in front of them is a can of nutrients. , there may be a large can of preservatives on the right, and there may be one or two internal organs or brains that are dissected from an unknown organism.

As for the operating table and the desk, there are piles of strange-shaped things, from the alien creatures in the petri dishes, to the knives and forks scattered after eating the staple food, from the dried blood to the hard meatballs, There are only combinations you can't think of, no combinations you can't see.

However, in such an environment, there is no peculiar smell at all, and there is even a faint smell of disinfectant in the air.

"...How long has it been since you let the housekeeping robot come in to clean?"

He Xiangbin paused for a while, pulled out a chair from the pile of clothes, frowned and moved the things on it, hesitating for a while, not knowing where to put it.

In front of him, Locke was fiddling with a giant petri dish with his back to him. In short, the purple-black solution in the glass bottle looked unpleasant.

"Throw it here."

Locke seemed to have eyes behind his back. After dropping a few drops of the test tube, he opened his hand and opened a cabinet door. Immediately, the thermometer between the glass walls jumped up a few numbers.

The control of temperature in the laboratory is also very important, not to mention the single digits, even the ten digits after the decimal point can now be monitored.

Open the cabinet door, is an incinerator.

The raging flames seemed to be salivating at the pile of dirty clothes in He Xiangbin's hands.

He Fangbin: "…"

What a waste.

He looked at Locke with mixed feelings, thinking about how frugal and clean this person was when the resources were limited back then on the 13th, but he didn't expect that after joining the Freedom Alliance, the whole person started to waste.

Should it be said that this is the exposure of the otaku's nature, or is it corruption distorted by capital?

"Anyway, they don't lack this money, and I'm too lazy to do laundry. It's enough for someone to send the newly synthesized ones every day." Seeing that He Xiangbin didn't do anything for a long time, Locke explained in a good-natured manner.

He Xiangbin shrugged, rounded up a pile of white coats and threw them into the fire: "It seems that you have a good time here."

Locke pursed his lips, carefully placed the petri dish in front of him, scratched his hair, and said, "Oh."

He Xiangbin noticed that Locke's meticulous short hair had grown over his ears, apparently it had not been taken care of for a long time.

Locke's hands never stopped, He Wangbin also knew he was busy, but fortunately his patience was always good, just watched Locke take out a certain brain soaked in nutrient solution from the glass cabinet, Holding the electrode sheet and sticking it left and right, immediately, a string of incomprehensible astronomical data appeared on the computer screen.

Another crackling sound.

After a while, Locke stopped typing on the keyboard, leaned heavily on the back of the chair and let out a long sigh of relief, pinching the bridge of his nose between his eyes, and his tense body finally relaxed.

He Xiangbin was about to open his mouth when he saw Locke pressing the combination lock of the drawer in his right hand, grabbed a lollipop from it, tore the package, stuffed it into his mouth, and threw a few to He Xiangbin, vaguely He said: "I don't have anything to do without going to the Three Treasures Hall, tell me, what are you looking for?"

"Can't I find you if I have nothing to do?" He Xiangbin smiled gently.

"Come on, I don't know about you yet - back in the day you'd kill me as soon as I looked for Dawn."

Locke rolled his eyes: "What can a wolf in sheep's clothing say."

He twisted his neck. His long-term desk work made his muscles a little stiff. He looked behind the hidden door, but found that there was no one there, and couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"Where's Jessica? She didn't come with you?"

"She was called away by Lu Yi and Angel." He Xiangbin did not intend to hide this matter.

There was a crunch, and the hard candy broke into two pieces in the mouth.

Locke was not surprised at all: "Tsk, it seems that the two of them are planning to intervene - what about you? Are you here to submit the certificate?"

He Xiangbin keenly seized Locke's language loophole: "Involved? In what?"

Locke sneered, with a lollipop in his mouth, turned his body along with the chair, and squinted at He Xiangbin: "The atmosphere here is already so tense, can't you feel it?"

"War..." He Xiangbin pondered for a while, then quickly reacted.

He shook his head gently, without making any comment on this situation: "You also intervened?"

Hearing this, Locke exaggeratedly sneered: "What's the joke?"

He stretched out his hand and tugged at the electronic badge embedded in his white coat—this was proof of the permission card within the Freedom Alliance. Of course, some necessary secrets were not accessible to anyone.

Electronic nameplates, iris scans, and when necessary, even genetic testing are essential.

"Don't look at which group of idiots' money I'm burning now!"

"No, I have no intention of joining the Freedom Alliance." He Xiangbin was firm, "I'm here to ask you for a favor."

Locke crossed Erlang's legs, didn't listen to the content, and fluttered out two words: "No help."

The expected answer.

He Xiangbin picked up a lollipop and unwrapped the candy wrapper, revealing the mint-flavored candy inside.

Crystal clear, the appearance of a comet, surrounded by a hazy blue-yellow color.

He spit out three words softly, and successfully made Locke's evil smile freeze on his face: "Save the dawn."

Locke originally thought that he had completely cut off his relationship with that ghost place. In fact, after parting ways, he did not think about the past for a long time.

All of his attention was occupied by the problems in front of him, and he couldn't separate the excess energy to focus on the past.

Or, he was deliberately avoiding the past.

But He Xiangbin's three words of fluttering made the annoying little devil instantly appear in front of his eyes.

The guardian and the guardian, the observer and the observed, the object of hatred and the object of hatred.

Locke didn't even realize that the habit of eating sugar was originally brought to Dawn by him.

"I know you don't read the news at all."

He Xiangbin took the lollipop and didn't put it into his mouth at all, as if he was holding Dawn's life, looked at Locke steadily, and said, "Dawn is in Sanxingdui, do you help or not?"

When Locke heard "Dawn", his blood coagulated, but after hearing "Sanxingdui", the whole person stayed in place.

People who have been around for so long on the 13th are never stupid. As long as they calm down and rationalize carefully, they can sort out the reasons and the sequence.

When Dawn was left in Almi, Locke knew very well the importance of such experimental materials to researchers—even if everyone else died, Dawn might not die before them. On the contrary, both in terms of life and treatment It will not embarrass an experimental subject with almost no attack power.

This is why Locke can sit in the Liberty Alliance with peace of mind.

But now He Xiangbin suddenly told him that Dawn was not in Almi Star, but in Sanxingdui of the Federation. There was only one reason - that the leader of this experiment must be the Federation.

"I just do not understand."

Locke thought for a while, and suddenly got up with a lollipop in his mouth. The corner of his white coat brought the empty glass on the low table beside him to the ground, and it shattered instantly.

"Is this group of people eating and hugging? Why do they like to control people so much? Can't they live without controlling people?"

Locke walked to a corner and scanned the camera at the center of a scale with the badge on his clothes.

Immediately, the corner of the wall suddenly shook from left to right, revealing a circular camera the size of a thumb.

He crouched down, scanned the left and right irises one by one, and finally bit the wood, dripping blood on the touch panel, and the red liquid evaporated instantly.

In the end, Locke carefully released his spiritual net to wrap the entire camera, which contained a special docking program. There were only three people who could match the spiritual net—researcher Locke, the leader Boyd, and the captain Lucas.

Layers of blockades were pushed aside, and finally an unpretentious little table was revealed.

The white round table, with three fulcrums fixed on the ground, is separated by an incubator. The transparent outer wall allows He Xiangbin to easily see what is inside.

Oval, white, about the size of a fingernail.

"This is…"

This level of confidentiality alone tells He Fangbin that this thing is very, very, very important.

He can be sure that he has not seen this thing with his own eyes.

But that doesn't mean he can't guess.

He Xiangbin has always been very sensitive to news. Before they separated, he heard Angel say that the Liberty Alliance seemed to have negotiated with the Zerg, and he read a lot of miscellaneous books that made him know a lot about the non-human race.

"Queen's Egg."

Locke nodded, confirming He Xiangbin's guess.

He gestured at the size of the queen's egg in the air: "I didn't expect the Zerg to be so big, and the queen's egg it lays is actually so small."

Like peanuts, it's hard to imagine that the creatures hatched inside will become a moving castle in the future.

"They want to control the Zerg, and the best way is to control the Queen."

Locke touched the tip of his nose: "Even if the queen is educated after hatching, the effect will be limited - Sanxingdui has done this many years ago..."

"So they want to start before hatching?" He Xiangbin sucked in a breath.

Locke spread his hands: "This is my job, whether it's medication, or stimulating the mental net like on the 13th... It can be regarded as returning to my old business."

He pointed to the screen on the side: "I have tried many methods, and even recently I have thought about simply programming the instructions and uploading them to the spiritual network... But no matter what I do, it will return to the same core problem."

He lip-synched, but didn't make a sound.

He Xiangbin read the creepy truth from it:

How, control, mental web.

He let out a sinister smile: "Thinking about it this way, I'm still quite single-minded... It's nothing more than changing the subjects of the experiment from humans to Zerg."

Only then did He Xiangbin understand what Locke's complaint was about.

Both the Commonwealth and the Union are doing the same job.

Thought control.

"Even if it's for the bottleneck period of the experiment... How do you want me to help you?" Locke's words changed, "But I'm going to talk about it before, that's all I know."

After a brief shock, He Xiangbin quickly sorted out his thoughts, and finally turned his attention to the screen: "You just said, what are you editing?"

For some reason, he suddenly thought of Divancotti that Louis had mentioned.

That monster seems to be called this name.

—The Prisoner of Divancotti —

All the while, he seemed to have deliberately ignored an obvious fact.

In terms of thought control, religion is undoubtedly the most worthy of study and reference.

He had always thought that Babel belonged to the Federation, but you must know that this religion has existed for much longer than the Federation.

In this case, what role does religion, or rather, the Tower of Babel play in it?