Therapy Planet No. 13

"...Breaking news here...According to the news from the front line reporters, the Federal Minister of Commerce, the famous dove leader, Senator Mr Joshua, was in the central Cordylus galaxy at 9:52 this morning. During the inspection work, he was attacked by interstellar pirates and unfortunately died on the spot."

The voices blaring from the old-fashioned television were chattering.

Angel stared at the TV screen in front of him with a dazed look, his breathing was barely audible, and he blinked his eyes occasionally.

Her clothes are intact, and even because the household appliances in the house are complete, the cleaning robot will regularly clean her body and change her clothes. From the looks of it, she was intact, even too quiet.

If it weren't for the occasional movement of ups and downs caused by blinking or breathing, at a glance, she could easily be mistaken for a corpse.

The mental torture has been going on for more than three months.

Angel once felt that he might die here.

But Marta acted like she was on purpose, giving her a boost every time she was on the brink of death.

This kind of potion is similar to the quick recovery potion she used before. It is mainly to save her life at a critical moment, and the price is amazing. They can consume a long life force and short judgment in a subtle way.

Angel was accustomed to the feeling of using blood to slowly heat the pair of cold intruders, flowing through the heart.

She could feel the **** of death dragging the sickle through the dense blood vessels. Every time it passed through the heart, she would use the sharp sickle to slash her heart, and then suddenly raised her hand with a swipe to tell her that death had not yet come.

Death has not yet come.

not today.

Maybe tomorrow.

Angel was trying his best to gather his thoughts from the distraction.

In other words, the voice broadcast in the news successfully pulled her back from the edge of the cliff.

"Don't you feel conflicted?"

dong dong dong.

She could hear her heart beating wildly at an abnormal rate.

"On the one hand, he tried to keep me alive and tried to get news out of my mouth, and on the other hand, he gave me this kind of drug for confusion..."

Angel was short of breath: "What if I can't bear to tell you false information?"

Marta pulled the needle tube |out| out of Angel's skin.

She hadn't been in the sun for too long, and her already fair skin was even more exposed at the moment.

It looks like a broken doll. The exterior is exquisite and beautiful, but the inside is indeed filled with clumps of inferior black and green cotton wool, which may be exposed and damaged at any time.

"Isn't that crazy?"

Marta carefully dipped a cotton ball with alcohol to disinfect Angel, "I'm curious, after so long, why you would rather not say a word than tell me false information."

"Maybe I really believe it."

When she said this, she was calm and calm.

It seemed that no matter what Angel said, she would really believe it.

Angel sneered.

"The following is a video taken by witnesses..."

She refocused her eyes on the screen.

Due to its remote location, Su Xietian simply built an old-earth-era-style hotel, which was originally incompatible with the "latest technology", leading tourists to experience the life style of the old-earth era.

So that all the costumes and utensils here are all published in the ancient times without affecting the modern life experience.

There was an explosion on the screen.

The photographer was not too close to the explosion site, so he should have regulated the shooting distance function of the personal terminal.

I don't know what happened at the explosion point, but I can only see a group of people quickly evacuating from the explosion point. The clothes are unknown, but the well-trained and enthusiastic netizens quickly recognized that the retreating queue was a guerrilla formation commonly used by interstellar pirates.

Zoom in.

Two charred mutilated corpses appeared—not so much corpses—but rather chunks of meat.

The explosion was so violent that it stands to reason that even the corpse could not be left behind.

But the two victims were apparently hiding under some sort of cover, and there was still a little bit of mutilation.

Just fine for genetic testing.

"...The accompanying forensic expert team quickly conducted genetic testing... After preliminary identification, the person who died was identified as Senator Joe."

"What about the other one?" asked the host who was in line with the live reporter.

"...a genetic match...it's Boyd."

The reporter paused and then said, "As we all know, this is a general of the interstellar pirates."

As soon as the news came out, the universe was in an uproar.

"Ah."

Marta looked at it and sneered.

Boyd was killed by Lucas early in the meeting with Ahan, which she saw with her own eyes.

The federal government is lying.

"What did you do?" Angel asked with his remaining reason.

After asking her, she regretted it.

Marta cut off the nearby cell tower, and all contact with the outside world was cut off.

The maintenance personnel sent to overhaul them came to kill one by one, but in order to maintain the input of information, she acquiesced to the nearest maintenance personnel to repair part of the official media signal.

During this period, Marta had neither contact with Armi, nor with Lucas, nor with Ahan.

No matter how you look at it, it's all a rebellion and independence to do it alone.

Even if it was taught by the Tower of Babel, how would she know?

Fake drugs hurt people.

Angel thought gloomily.

Marta stared at the screen and did not answer directly: "No matter who did it, the purpose is very clear."

"Preliminary judgment, it should be a stalemate, the pirates want to make some big moves... But for some reason, they also took one of their generals in."

The program team quickly contacted so-called experts for analysis:

"But it is said that White Shark and his assistant Boyd have gradually diverged during this period of time, so it is not ruled out that Lucas wants to kill two birds with one stone and kill all political enemies and opponents in one sweep."

…

Public opinion is leading behind the scenes to Lucas.

"Hey!" Angel leaned on the chair and shouted lazily, "I'm thirsty, I want to drink water."

Her mobility has always been limited, so tossing Marta has become one of her few joys in life.

Marta took a glass of water and walked towards Angel.

"I'll tell Lu Yi that you mistreat me if you dare to be careful with me again."

Angel successfully stopped Marta's small movements.

"What did you say?"

"I've been in contact with Lu Yi for more than an hour. If you throw me at me again, I'll let Lu Yi come out and bite you to death!"

Is this closing the door for dogs?

The speechlessness in Marta's heart was concealed by surprise. She looked around subconsciously and found no trace of anyone, her face darkened: "There is no one here, don't try to lie to me."

Lu Yi was captured by Suzaku.

No one means that she hasn't escaped yet.

"...Didn't you always want to know Silois' code?"

Angel looked at Marta playfully: "Did you know? People who love each other don't need face-to-face communication - even if we are separated from each other, we can live and die together."

"make it clear."

"Hey, me, drink, water."

When Angel said this, his tone was high again.

Marta could not wait to press her head in the bucket.

On the other side, those who saw the news were the amphitheater and others hidden outside the domain.

"She was really right."

Yue Ge looked at the news report in surprise, and said to Zong Shili who was beside him, "Isn't that kid's IQ going to defy the sky? Can you guess the situation of this kind of political murder? Even Boyd's body is right whereabouts. already?"

Zong Shili just watched the news without speaking.

The light on the screen obscured her face.

It doesn't matter what the host is talking about anymore, Zong Shili's mind is full of what she said at the dinner table the day she just saw Dawn.

Dawn bit the straw in the iced cola and said as he drank:

"The Tower of Babel occupies at least half of the seats in the Senate...I even suspect that there are no so-called hawks and doves at all, only believers and non-believers."

"Impossible. All parliamentarians must undergo strict political identity tests before entering politics. At least three generations are traced back, and the percentage of religious beliefs is only controlled at one-fifth." Zong Shili instinctively retorted.

Now the average life expectancy is high, and if three generations live longer, they can almost cross the millennium.

"I know that you don't believe it. After all, the evidence is limited now and you can't convince anyone."

Dawn had an indifferent attitude: "But if you choose to believe, if you want to figure out all this, you—including our goal of the Liberty Alliance, are no longer the Federation."

"It's the tower."

"The amphitheater will not join any political camp." Zong Shili reiterated his position dissatisfied, "We are just clarifying the truth that interests us. That's all."

Dawn was unmoved and continued: "And if the goal of the tower is followed, then all of you - those of you who are in the media must be the first to bear the brunt - will be worse off than dead."

The cola bottomed out, and the sound from the straw was intermittent.

Dawn shook the cup in his hand, and the ice cubes in it collided with each other, hitting everyone's eardrums.

Dongyang felt that Dawn, a master of creating atmosphere, had a talent for telling horror stories.

"For you, there's nothing scarier than losing your voice, right?"

Li Ming looked at Zong Shili seriously.

"Join, or not. You decide."

"What does it mean to lose your voice?" Zong Shili frowned.

She vaguely felt that this was something not very good, and an indescribable fear crept into her heart.

"If you don't make it clear, I won't stand in line rashly."

Another meaning of not rushing to stand in line is to stand in line with caution.

The core is standing in line.

Zong Shili was shaking.

"As I mentioned before, the research motif of Sanxingdui is very big. It was also reported in the news that the name is called - The Great Return."

pat.

Ice cubes shattered.

The great return, Zong Shili still remembers the official explanation in the news is "to bring the beautiful world of peaceful coexistence back to the universe".

A chill jumped from the mouth of the cup to her ankles, and Zong Shili rationally told Zong Shili that it might be shards of ice, but wherever she went, she still felt a shudder, numbness, itching, and panic.

"If you remember the teachings of the Tower of Babel, you might be able to guess something."

Eliminate language differences, build a tower that reaches the sky, and finally talk to God, arrive at the temple, and call the true God.

"War is just a means to carry out human experiments... No, it's not just war, the entire universe, if you carefully observe the survival modes of different star domains, it's a light version of Planet 13's experiment."

Liming said decisively: "And war is the best natural laboratory. It is vast, diverse, open and upright, but naturally avoids people's eyes and eyes."

"Anyone who stands in the way of war will be a stumbling block."

The stumbling block must be removed.

Dawn knocked down the cup, and the ice cubes that were melted into pieces rolled onto the table, like dice thrown by the **** of fate, swaying and turning.

"The role of the Federation may be a helper, a puppet, or even a chess piece."

Li Ming saw Zong Shili's hesitant eyes and smiled slightly: "You are doubting, this is normal. Before coming up with an answer, Uncle Tang will be very happy to provide a place to stay."

"Boyd is dead, and Uncle Tang and the Dove faction will inevitably become the brand-new driving force in the battle. You can see if religion will make a move at that time."

During the three sessions, the missionaries of the central Cordylus system increased day by day.

For the fourth meeting, the churches near the meeting place were already lined up.

Dongyang's personal terminal came from Dawn's call request.

She turned it on, and the signal on the opposite side was not very good, but in the midst of the sizzling electric current, I could still hear Dawn's chuckle:

"you lose."

The author has something to say: Ah, I really want to stand on the cp of Marta x Angel cult.

Let me make a statement, this article will not be changed without affecting the exposure, that is to say, I will not change it without being notified of rectification. Even if it is changed, if it involves the change of the core idea, then this article will tell the truth. It’s no different from taking it off the shelf. It can’t be changed () to the point where it can’t be recovered. It is estimated that it will be locked when it is locked, or it can be ended at will orz. But again, the title of the article at the end of this article was changed to "No. 13 No. 13". I show it", it can be regarded as a performance art to some extent (x)

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In addition, I would like to give you all my reassurance. This article is too cold to die. I will make a calculation. In fact, no more than 20 should be chasing the next day. so…

The big guys won't care about us at all, everyone should eat and drink, small scenes, hold on (x)

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