Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Hi……"

"Li Jie, why haven't you left yet?" Fang Yan turned to look at Li Jie next to him, and smiled as if nothing had happened.

"What, I'm actually waiting for you, um, when you go back together, do you know where you should rest at night?" Li Jie touched his nose and said a little embarrassedly.

"It's not very clear, but I think it's not difficult to find a place to sleep on this battleship." Dialect replied, and then walked forward over Li Jie.

There was nothing to say all the way, Li Jie next to him tried to speak several times, but he stopped, hesitating to speak.

"You should have heard it all, right?" Fang Yan looked at Li Jie next to him and said.

"Well, you know, the door is not closed, I did hear something." Li Jie touched his nose a little embarrassedly, and then became a little silent.

"Nothing to say?" Fang Yan exhaled, looking at the seemingly endless passage ahead and asked.

"You should know what I want to say, but you need to rest for a while, really, you need a period of rest, no matter from which angle!" Li Jie looked at the dialect and said seriously.

"I will think about it."

Dialect answered in silence, waiting for the next corner, Li Jie glanced at his watch, then smiled, "I'm going back to the room I arranged, Dialect, remember to get a good night's sleep."

"I know." Fang Yan nodded, watching Li Jie walking towards another passage, and then slowly disappearing into the corner, then shook his head and walked towards the bridge, but stopped at an intersection again , and walked along another road to the outside of the battleship.

There are two moons in the sky, one is dim and the other is bright. The sound of insects is very pleasant, making the surroundings seem unusually peaceful and serene. With the feeling of the breeze blowing across his face, Dialect slowly sat on the ground.

What he said and what he was about to do was not wrong. Li Jie knew it, so he didn't refute him, but the difference might be that this decision should not be made out of his own mouth. should not be involved in it.

It may be the extremeness brought about by loneliness, which slowly interferes with his thinking without him realizing it, so that when facing humanoid creatures of different civilizations, he can lightly be the slaughter of civilizations. Decide.

But this also means that the dialect regards them as creatures that are not equal to himself, because he has not had any entanglement nor any touch.

And the meaning of Li Jie's words is probably exactly like this...

Touching his pocket subconsciously, he was stunned for a while, then smiled helplessly, and quietly looked at the two bright and dark moons in the sky, as well as the excessively soft moonlight.

According to the time, he should be almost 43 years old now. If you put aside the 11 years of being a vegetative person, he is now 32 years old. He spends most of his time in death and loneliness. In fact, the dialect has almost forgotten what it is called really alive.

Maybe this is the price...

Turning around and walking back towards the middle of the battleship, without thinking too much, Dialect finally returned to the bridge where he had been staying, and then looked at Luo Qiao who was sleeping on his bed for a while, scratching his head.

Uh, where do I sleep?

...

When Dialect opened his eyes again, it was already past eight in the morning. Luo Qiao, who was on the bed next to him, had woken up early and was sitting at the table wondering what he was thinking about.

"Good morning, Lojo!"

Rubbing his embarrassed eyes, Dialect greeted Luo Qiao, walked to her side in the name of Hache, picked up the breakfast on the table and ate it, and stretched his body, because The floor of the bridge is really hard.

"Aren't you going to eat?" After taking two bites, Dialect asked Luo Qiao, pointing to the food on the table.

"I have eaten, these are for you. I woke up earlier, before seven o'clock." Luo Qiao replied calmly, and then looked at the dialect quietly.

"Then what, there is something on my face?" Dialect couldn't help putting down the bread and asked.

"No, I'm just thinking about something, is there anything unusual about your face, but you really need to take good care of it." Luo Qiao replied, letting Dialect involuntarily touch his beard.

Like, is it a little long?

Yuzai leisurely finished breakfast, enjoying the feeling of being watched by a beautiful woman early in the morning. The dialect, who was not thick-skinned, still hurried out, causing Luo Qiao who was behind him to shake his head and smile involuntarily, and then packed up. Debris on the table.

After shaving his beard, cutting his hair, and humming a little tune, Dialect looked at the conference room in front of him, turned around and knocked on the door, and then walked in directly. The cynicism on his face also became serious in an instant, listening to the meeting. There was a fierce quarrel in the room, and he gave Maud an inquiring look.

"Everyone drink water first!" Maude said, and then explained a few words to the people next to him, stood up and walked to the front of the dialect.

"I have already set up the security force, and the biological laboratory is also making corresponding biochemical weapons~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and according to the progress, it is nearing the end, you can communicate with the other side, our general The plan is to remove the roots of the alien civilization to reduce the impact before the second batch of personnel wakes up, and I will send the corresponding things to your watch, but the detailed plan needs to be completed by you." Maud said, then Inexplicably smiled bitterly, "You don't know, I was very entangled yesterday before I made a decision, but after I made a decision, I found it was not so difficult to accept."

"The difference between equality and inequality is a gap. If you regard it as equality, you will struggle. If you regard it as inequality, then it will be like we inadvertently trample an ant to death." Dialect said, "I'll need to make contact with the security forces later. Is there anything else I need to say?"

"Perhaps, there are not many other things that need to be explained. If there are any supplements, I will contact you later." Mao De said with a sigh of relief.

"Okay, then I'll go first."

Dialect nodded, then turned and walked towards the door. Maud lowered his head and thought for a while, looked up at the figure of Dialect and shouted, "Dialect, wait a moment."

"What's the matter?" Dialect asked back.

"Actually, I really don't want you to deal with this matter." Maud replied, then shook his head, "But you are indeed the most suitable candidate, and yesterday you left me a sentence, I thought about it, So now I also want to leave you a word, including the share of Dean Li."

Although it is a bit unclear, the dialect turned around and faced Mao De, Mao De looked at it, and then spread his hands,

"Dialect, I may not be much older than you, but you really don't understand a lot of things. In many things, it's never the decision makers who suffer, but the people who do these things..."