Manual of Space-Time Interference

day, day, day...

"Good morning, Sir!"

"Good morning, Ramones..."

"Good morning, Lojo!"

"Good night, Lojo..."

"Ramons!"

"Rammons?"

"Rammons..."

"Yes, sir, I have always been there."

At night, Dialect stood up straight from the bed, as if he was afraid of something, and slowly shrank himself into a ball. In the bridge with only a faint light screen, he hugged very tightly...

"Sir, I have always been by your side." Ramones said softly, and then put his hand on Dialect's shoulder, cold, but with a kind of warmth.

"Ramons..." He kept mumbling these three words, and the dialect buried his head deeply under his knees, and his body began to twitch slightly. At this moment, he was like a child.

"I've always been here, sir, I've always been by your side, I've always been with you..." Ramones said softly, patting the dialect on the shoulder, gently, very lightly...

The sobbing was very light, but it was also very clear in this silent space, but Ramones didn't turn on the light, because he knew that the dialect would slowly fall asleep again, just like before, accompanied by a lullaby, Go to sleep slowly.

The twitching body began to slowly stabilize again, the sound of sobbing slowly stopped, and the curled body slowly loosened. Ramones watched, and the entire bridge also slowly fluttered. Cradle sound.

"Rammons, turn it off first..." hoarse, with a haggard and lonely dialect, burying his head under his knees, said this sentence.

"Sorry sir, I didn't know you were awake." As if he had done something wrong, Ramones seemed a little flustered, but he still listened to the dialect's order to turn off the music.

Without any extra words, the dialect stared at the bed surface with dazed eyes, just like this quietly, with the time beating every minute and second, just like this quietly curling up his body.

"Sir, are you having a nightmare?" Ramones asked tentatively, and then looked at the silent dialect and called out tentatively again, "Sir?"

"Ramons..." Dialect shouted slowly.

"Sir, I'm here, as before, I've always been there, and I've always been with you, as you said, we're the best partners, aren't we?" Ramones replied.

"I've been having nightmares, every day, day, night, every day..." The dialect murmured, there was already a bit of confusion in the words,

"You need to rest for a while, sir." Ramones replied after a moment of silence.

"It seems, it is indeed..." Fang Yan raised his head and replied, under the faint light, the red and swollen eye sockets and the tears were abnormally obvious.

"So do you need me to set a plan for you? You haven't been to many places on this immigration ship, I think you can take a good look at this break." Ramones said,

"Where are the places?" Dialect asked without God.

"The breeding room, as well as the storage warehouse, have a lot of things in it. I think you should be able to find some interesting things in it. Let me think about it, I think you need at least a week's rest time to completely stop working. "

"Work..." Fang Yan sighed, then shook his head, "Ramons, call me to work on time tomorrow morning."

"Okay, sir, if you think it's better." Ramones nodded back. "So what do I need to do next, do you need me to play a lullaby for you?"

The curled body has been slowly unfolded, and then he sat on the bed, looked around, and said, "Bring my gun here."

"Sir, if you don't give me a reason, with your current state of mind, I refuse to execute it." The red light on Rammons's head flashed vigorously, and then he said this sentence.

"You know me, Ramones, it's been seven years, you should know me." Dialect replied with a smile, but so reluctantly.

"Sir..." Ramones said, then paused, as if thinking about something, then nodded, walked to a corner of the bridge, and took the dialect's gun,

"Huh..." Fang Yan sighed, raised the gun slowly, and looked at the lines on it carefully.

"gentlemen?"

"Rammons, don't worry." The dialect replied simply, looking at the gun in his hand, then took a deep breath, and then took a deep breath,

"Crack!"

The magazine was unloaded by Dialect, and at the same time, he seemed to have lost all the strength in his body, gasping for breath continuously, his chest also rising and falling, and finally he slowly returned to calm.

"Ramons, throw the gun away and play a lullaby for me, remember to wake me up tomorrow morning." Dialect said, putting the gun beside the bed,

There was no reply, but the faint sound of the cradle began to float on the bridge again, and the dialect listened, slowly closed his eyes, and slowly roamed the corner of his mouth with a smile...

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day, day, day...

good morning, good noon, good evening...

Slowly began to become taciturn, gradually became familiar with talking to himself, and slowly got used to sitting in the dormant area, leaning against a dormant warehouse, and talking to the people inside that he didn't even know what to say.

He had lied in the hibernation chamber countless times, but he did not ask Xinghuo to start the hibernation program. He had also stared at the knife in a daze countless times, but he did not wave it at himself.

Death is not terrible, it has always been so for him, but he does not dare to die...

"Ramons, hand me the wrench, and also, help me scan the line that was fixed just now for any abnormality."

A hand stretched out from the narrow passage. Ramones picked up a wrench from his car and handed it over, but stopped in an instant. The hand in front of him was hooked, but it was not enough. A wrench just a few centimeters away from yourself.

"Rammons..." Fang Yan called out feebly, and at the same time turned his body slowly, "You know, although this will make me a little fun, it will delay the progress of my work, so..."

"Rammons?"

Dialect shouted, looking at the robot that was motionless outside, the red signal light on its head kept flashing, and hurriedly squeezed out of this passage~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Ramones, don't scare me! Dialect hurriedly pulled a data cable out of the tool cart, then quickly connected to his power armor, looking at the progress bar above and murmured eagerly, "Hurry up, hurry up, Ramones... …”

"Sir, I'm fine." A voice sounded in Fang Yan's ears, which made Fang Yan stunned, and then almost fell to the ground.

He was really scared just now, really scared...

"Thank goodness, Ramones, you'll be fine." Dialect murmured hopelessly.

"Sir, I'm fine, thank you for your concern, just because I suddenly received a stream of information just now, and let my core parse it autonomously." Ramones replied.

"Huh..." Fang Yan exhaled, a smile slowly appeared on his face, but it froze for a moment, and then took a deep breath,

"Rammons, did you just say you received a stream of information?"

"Yes, sir!"