Therapy Planet No. 13: Chapter 2 greedy wolf
On December 29, 2844 in the Federal Ephemeris Year, the Ketal Star Thief Group was captured by the sixth formation of the pure Mongolian galaxy of the federal police. The members of the formation packed an entire tavern that night and shed tears of joy for their hard-to-finish year-end mission. .
In all fairness, although since the end of the war, the security of the Federation has not been very good since the establishment of the Federation, and the people of the major galaxies have complained a lot, but the federal police are also very aggrieved.
After all, there are too many rogues and anti-federal organizations in the major galaxies. Although there is no longer a large-scale war that broke out in the early days of the big interstellar era, it is really normal to play small things in peacetime.
Looking around, only the capital galaxy can be regarded as a real "peace and stability".
Under such circumstances, the sixth formation took only three days in a series of activities to capture, record, and return the newly liberated interstellar slave population, which can be said to be extremely fast.
At this time, on the fourth day after the "complete completion of the task of capturing the Ketar Star Thief Group", in the small prison affiliated to the sixth formation, the interrogators in charge of the interrogation were standing in the superior office to report their work.
"Did she still say nothing?"
The captain is a middle-aged man in his fifties of mixed race of earth and alpha. His round figure makes him exude an aura of kindness and kindness.
In fact, he really does not have any career pursuits. Since he took office, he has only wanted to be perfect, and the tasks assigned above have always just been completed every year.
There are rumors that his superiors are students of the same period who graduated from the Armi Star Military Academy.
The interrogator gave a military salute and replied neatly, "Yes! Here is the description of her by others, please take a look."
The brigade captain took the document from the interrogator, and the data spanned the field of vision between the two in the form of a light curtain.
Thank goodness, since the development of StarNet, the Cosmic Federation has finally entered the era of unified paperless office, and I don’t know how many wood planets that are famous for their abundance of logs have been protected.
The captain's eyes quickly browsed through the data.
Anonymous, female, ten years old, from genetic testing, it should be a rare single-planet bloodline of more than 50% of the high pure-blooded people of Earth descent.
Quiet and cowardly, he doesn't like to talk. There is no matching data in the national identity database registered by the Star Network, and he was kidnapped in the pure Mongolian galaxy.
According to the descriptions of other kidnapped citizens accompanying him, he almost never communicated with others, and he was suspected to be a homeless person without identity before the kidnapping.
But it is such an orphan girl who seems to be inconspicuous, but she attracted attention because of "possessing and proficient in using laser weapons" when the arrest team was on a mission.
If such people are placed in other major operations, they will undoubtedly be labeled "suspicious" and "dangerous".
But it happened in such an inconspicuous little action.
Compared with the wars that erupted from time to time in the edge galaxy, it was insignificant.
"What about diet?" The captain closed the light screen, feeling that the light screen hurt his eyes. He resisted the urge to take out eye drops from the drawer in front of his subordinates, and just rubbed his eyes impatiently.
His family still maintains some old habits of the ancient earthlings.
Although the Star Web is directly connected to the individual's psychic web, some Earthlings always believe that such a thing can cause irreversible damage to their vision.
"normal."
The interrogator responded, "According to the procedure, it will be automatically transferred to a higher-level prison after three days for a higher-level interrogation."
"That's it." The captain's thoughts were already wandering about what New Year's gift to buy for his daughter during the Chinese New Year.
"Your signature is required," the interrogator said flatly. "This is procedure."
"Oh... yes, sign." The brigade leader casually took the document from the interrogator, and after putting his own mental mark on the corresponding area, he completely issued a eviction order, "don't bother me if you have nothing to do, hurry up and finish this. Everyone, please go back and take an annual vacation."
The interrogator gave a neat military salute again and exited the door as if he hadn't heard.
At the end of the year, everyone has no intention of working.
He submitted the permit in accordance with the procedures, and soon, the relevant personnel in charge of the detention came to the prison of the sixth formation.
Although it is a prison, the environment is actually many times better than some marginal areas.
In the spacious space, silver-white railings are used to isolate each block compartment. Only the side facing the middle corridor is a transparent ionization screen, with a giant erected in the middle. big. milk. The white electrified screen not only perfectly isolates the visual and auditory communication between prisoners, but also perfectly fuses any physical limbs that attempt to touch and destroy it.
In terms of appearance, it looks more like some kind of laboratory where cruel secret experiments are carried out than a prison.
"Thirty-fourth, transfer."
Detainees briefly dock the gatekeeper robot.
And the number 34 mentioned—the child who strangled Lilith before—was keenly aware that the detainee was casting his gaze at him.
She bent her knees against the leg of the bed and sat with her arms folded, her eyes moving upwards and staring at the detainee's lips that were flying up and down, further confirming the other party's purpose through her lips.
not the right time yet.
She reminded herself repeatedly in her heart.
not the right time yet.
The injuries on her body have been simply cleaned up by the doctor, and they are all flesh wounds. The military doctor has never been in a good mood to deal with a homeless person like her, not to mention that the end of the year is approaching, and his mind has already flown out of the sky. Just give her the most basic wound medicine and then take a pack of bandages.
God knows why such traditional medical materials still exist in the universe under the overwhelming advertisements of "recovery in seconds" on StarNet!
"Number thirty-four, come out."
The voices of the detainees echoed through the small room through the one-way broadcast, and at the same time, the transparent ionized light screen in front of the child instantly dissipated.
"You have one last chance to choose to confess."
The voice of routine came out again.
The child ignored the question with a blank expression, and she touched the bandage on her left arm. Although traditional shackles were long overdue for inmates of her rank in a humanitarian prison, her wrists and ankles had no effect. The red marks that were rubbed out before going up still haven't disappeared.
There was even a crackling sound in the bones when he stood up from the ground.
Sitting for too long makes my bones stiff.
She was wearing a snow-white prison uniform, and the inferior fabric carefully rubbed the small wounds, causing her to itch slightly.
Yongchang's aisle is bathed in white light, white prison uniforms, white light screens, white robots...
Even at the end of the corridor, there are closed white doors.
Hazy, dreamy, and even a holy place like the legendary paradise.
The child walked very slowly, and every step was on her own breath. She lowered her head and carefully counted the number of steps she took to the end of the corridor.
The heartbeat can be stabilized at seventy-six beats per minute, and it takes five hundred and ninety-seven steps to reach the end, and it takes about seven minutes and eight seconds.
One minute.
Three minutes and eight seconds.
Six minutes nineteen seconds and seven milliseconds.
Seven minutes and six seconds, thirteen milliseconds, and forty-eight microseconds.
wow-
The child stopped.
She looked up, and the white door opened from the outside to the inside, blowing in a chilly wind—and a touch of black with twinkling stars.
The black uniform is like a drop of black ink, dripping in this blank and pure white space.
defile.
The word suddenly crossed her mind.
The light of the stars is the button flashing on the black military uniform, overflowing with silver water, black hair, golden pupils, the wolf badge on the chest shows the number of the first special force of the military region, and the sharp-edged facial features exude a coldness. temperament.
The Eastern Galaxy has four special designations, Greedy Wolf, Suzaku, Xuanwu, and White Tiger.
It is a pity that it is a legendary level, and the general army has no way to hear it.
The detainee was stunned for a moment, then immediately gave a standard military salute.
The visitor didn't talk too much nonsense, just handed a thin piece of paper.
- To know what's unexpected in the era of paperless office?
Military high-level secret order.
Paper, although fragile, can avoid all possible threats from worms and mental hackers if it is in trusted hands!
"I took it away."
The man just glanced at the paper in front of the detainee, and then crossed his position, as if forcibly breaking through the holy darkness, without the slightest doubt or hesitation.
He stood in front of the child, with his legs side by side, with a light touch of his heels, his military boots made a loud and powerful sound, and he jumped wildly in the wide cell.
Every inch of the close-fitting military uniform is closely attached to his skin, precise, arrogant, cold, and rigorous.
The child in front of him just tilted his head slightly, his amber eyes swept over the man lightly, stepping on the smooth floor with his bare feet, the loose prison uniform looked like it was ripped directly from an adult and put it on her on the body.
Called shabby.
She frowned and looked at the man in front of her with unfamiliar eyes, her voice flat, "Where's Hyde?"
"The report is on the way to Colonel! Lieutenant Colonel DeWitt received an emergency transfer temporarily during the standby period. I am here to replace Lieutenant Jiang, the new graduates of the 2844 batch of Armie Military Academy, please instruct!"
The child raised his eyelids, as if he had listened to his words.
She leaned sideways through the gap between Jiang Wei and the stunned detainee, and said blandly:
"You're four seconds late, the military salute is 2.5 degrees higher than the standard arc, and there's too much rubbish. It's a waste of time to say one more sentence when submitting an order directly."
There was no dissatisfaction in her tone, as if she was just stating a fact, and she asked herself: "Is the mother star now so low on the recruits who graduate?"
Jiang Wei's face froze for a moment, and then a trace of embarrassment rose.
He is one of the top five graduates of the same period, and he has never been arranged like this. It is inevitable that some basic etiquette will be unfamiliar after fighting abroad for a long time, but he never thought that he would be arranged like this by the new boss.
"What are you standing for?" The child looked back at him calmly, "Do you still want me to invite you?"
"...Yes! Generals on the road." Jiang Wei quickly reacted and followed with great strides.
The child frowned again, "Don't you even memorize the basic information? My surname is not Lu - Lu Yi - this is my full name."