Therapy Planet No. 13

"I think we have to analyze this chain of things from the ground up."

Zong Shili bit the end of the electronic pen and looked at the pile of data graphs she had drawn in a mess in front of him.

"Your intelligence network is good, you even found him?"

Angel leaned against the back of the chair with Erlang's legs crossed, and handed the electronic data to Lu Yi, who was beside him.

- The above is Qi Yong's identity information.

Qi Yong, male, born of the earth, 52 years old, unmarried. Born in an ordinary family on earth, both parents lost their jobs in the early years, started their own business, and started the logistics industry. During the rising period of their career, they went bankrupt again due to an accident. At the same time came into contact with the missionaries of the Tower of Babel...

"Believing in religion so early..."

Angel murmured.

Lu Yi suddenly remembered the phrase "Babel is on" that Qi Yong shouted when the 13th was destroyed. It turned out that the seeds were planted so early.

"Speaking of which, what about the religious boy?" Angel looked back and glanced at the room where George was imprisoned before. "He looked in a good mood when he came out. What did you ask people to do?"

"Don't call him that, he has a serious name anyway, even if you don't remember the name, you can use 'our lovely knight' instead." Zong Shili smiled slightly: "Don't talk about me like that Bosses with impersonal employees. To be honest, there are not many bosses like me who are willing to let employees work from home.”

Angel felt a chill: "Lovely knight..."

She shook uncomfortably and joked: "Speaking of which, you didn't read what he wrote? 'Paladin' is just an external name, and there are separate rules for people like them within the religion. What's the name?"

Lu Yi interrupted Angel's words in surprise and looked at Zong Shili: "Did you just let him go back to the Tower of Babel to teach?"

Zong Shili understood her subtext.

Neither a tracker was installed on George, nor was he allowed to take the initiative to reveal the hiding place of the Tower of Babel. No matter what, it felt too lenient.

"Um... how do you say it?"

Zong Shili held his chin and thought for a while: "It is easier to control a person whose belief is destroyed than if he has a belief."

She winked at Lu Yi: "I believe him."

Lu Yi froze all over, Angel noticed the subtle change in the atmosphere, and quickly put his hands on Lu Yi's back: "Then your trust is really worthless."

Zong Shili nodded clearly: "That's why I'm poor."

Yue Ge: "…"

Lu Yi suddenly pushed the document in front of him, making a slight collision sound, and seemed a little impatient.

"No. 13, the Tower of Babel, the Black Death, the Federation, the military, human experimentation, I, Angel, Silois."

The thin lips quickly spit out a few key words, brought the topic back again, and asked: "Contact point?"

"What are you in a hurry for, this kind of thing has to be figured out slowly."

Yue Ge rolled his eyes and pointed to Lu Yi's short hair: "Otherwise, even if you have short hair now, you will be prone to baldness!"

Louis had the urge to kill.

"Let me confirm again, the 'treatment method' used in the treatment room No. 13 is for the mental network, right?"

Zong Shili raised his eyelids and looked at Lu Yi.

"The Tower of Babel is catching you because of the seed of Silois." Zong Shi was courteous.

"And the military and the government are arresting you because the experimental body number 13 escaped." She looked at Angel again, "and since both Lui and you were once a type of experimental body, there is no reason to arrest you only. A person—unless you have something special about you."

Angel laughed lowly: "They must be curious, right? Why haven't I turned into a vegetative state after being tortured for so long."

"That's it."

Zong Shili nodded.

"And you have also mentioned that those 'bug people' infected with the Black Death virus do make you feel uncomfortable." Zong Shili drew a line on the words "Black Death Virus" and "Military". Line, "In addition to death, there is also persecution of the spiritual network?"

As soon as he mentioned a piece, Lui instantly thought of the fierce battle that night.

Death and persecution.

That evening…

She did feel a similar breath from the two creatures.

"The worm and Ivankoti - the grand commander... The 'gift' that Armi received really gave me a very similar feeling."

Lui rubbed his temples, feeling that the memory alone was enough to make people unhappy.

Fearless of death, exceptionally powerful body, lack of pain nerves, and unified action, unconditional obedience to the only command.

Combining the durability of the machine and the loyalty of the soldiers, if it can be mass-produced, it can definitely reach the top in the war machine.

However, according to what Angel had heard from the Liberty Alliance, the lifespan of the worm infected with the Black Death was also exceptionally short.

I just don't know if Divancotti is in the same situation...

"The same situation…"

Lu Yi murmured in his mouth, and the whole person suddenly froze, "The same?"

She looked at Angel sharply: "In Armi's laboratory, Locke said that part of the projected data was his research scope?"

Lu Yi grabbed Angel with both hands, and his eyes flashed with fiery heat: "What kind of research does he do?"

"Brain...nerve...spirit...net?"

Angel said uncertainly: "His recording languages ​​are all self-created, and he can't understand it at all, but there is only so much he can do on the 13th..."

As she spoke, she was also stunned: "He stayed in the Liberty Alliance, and it seems that he joined the Boyd-led research team with a lot of experience?"

The research led by Boyd is undoubtedly the research on the Black Death virus.

One is the name of the virus, and the other is research on the brain. Under what circumstances will the two have something in common?

Unless, in the name of black death, it is related to the brain itself.

If the entire planet on the 13th is part of the study, then a little deeper, the only thing these things have in common can only be the mental network.

And one of the core essences of Silois...

Lui and Angel looked at each other and fell silent in unison.

Spiritual sharing.

The answer is about to come out.

"Yeah...this is really..."

The pen in Zong Shili's hand that kept spinning also stopped at this moment, and it fell on the table with a click, smearing a dark ink on the electronic screen.

"I gnawed on a hard bone."

Yue Ge also slightly restrained his expression, and his jokes were not natural.

A unified spiritual network, spiritual sharing, if it is a naturally existing ethnic group, such as Silois, I don't think it is anything.

But if someone deliberately cultivates and seeks this kind of thing... It's good that there is no top decision-maker, but if once the mind starts-

Sharing can become control at any time.

"Oops, I suddenly remembered something interesting."

Angel suddenly stood up and found a dusty Holy Book from the bookshelf in the back row.

"A collection of religious stories?" Yue Ge was dumbfounded, "What are you looking for?"

"I was passed over by Lui just now." The pages of the book rattled between Angel's fingers. "Do you remember what our lovely Mr. Knight calls himself in religion?"

"Essari." Lu Yi answered calmly.

"Yes, this is it."

Angel spread the "Holy Book" to one page, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the enlarged title:

The sacrifice of Isaac.

Legend has it that people angered the gods in order to build the Tower of Babel that could reach the sky. The Tower of Babel was destroyed, and the organizer, Sartre, was imprisoned in the tower of the substitute, and was not allowed to take a step for life.

In order to obtain the forgiveness of the gods, people rebuilt a hollow tower that was doomed to be incomplete. When it was about to be completed, the Satyr priests at that time took the initiative to lead people to destroy the top of the tower, thus reaching a reconciliation with the gods.

The top of the tower was destroyed, but the body of the tower was not.

The gods allow people to communicate with each other and build towers one day, but only if they endure the suffering and experience of countless diaries.

"There are three familiar parables in the story of the Tower of Babel."

Angel sneered and looked at another fable on the side, and read: "The first tower is the deceit that imprisoned the priest, the second tower is the real body of anger, and the third tower is the sacrifice of reconciliation. ."

"The prisoner of Divancotti, the death of Babel, the sacrifice of Surrey."

Defective products, genuine products, sacrificial products.

Lu Yi sneered: "A defective product...?"

No wonder, Armie gave the thing such a name in the first place.

She had known it for a long time, but she had never linked it to religious forces.

As a biological disability, there is no doubt.

"Armi doesn't actively seek this kind of thing."

Louie turned around and drew a big "X" for "Military" on the synchronized message board.

"They will only take into account the military scope of their planet. Even if they participate, they will only participate based on the purpose of 'military weapons'. But the scope of this experiment is beyond the control of Almi, so they are definitely not leading."

The most important thing in mind control is "control".

Armie, who has always been known for her strict ranks and obedience and loyalty, felt that she would not be tempted by such useless things.

"agree."

Angel nodded, her fingers circled the remaining few words on the screen, circled them together, and rearranged them.

"So, dove, pirate, tower—"

Zong Shili was full of interest: "Which one is leading?"

"Or, by coincidence?" Lu Yi frowned and suggested the second possibility.

Zong Shili looked at Lu Yi in amazement, and laughed and teased: "It's rare that you care so much about things."

Lu Yi pursed his lower lip into a straight line: "If their purpose is really spiritual sharing or spiritual control, then Angel and I will definitely not be able to get rid of these people no matter where we go."

There was a flash of impatience in her tone: "I hate trouble."

Angel whistled, narrowed his eyes in approval, and his dark red pupils were full of killing intent: "Especially the troubles that can't be shaken off."

The most effective way to get rid of trouble is to fix it.

"Oh, that's a coincidence."

Zong Shili smiled, his red lips slightly raised, like a hound smelling the fragrance of meat: "We were born for trouble."

She stood up, ignoring Yue Ge's objection, and reached out to Lu Yi: "A happy cooperation?"

Lu Yi sat on the chair and looked at the woman quietly.

No matter which one of the three forces is involved, it is enough to peel off a layer of skin, and there is no one who is rushing to go to the muddy water.

In his heart, Lu Yi felt that if Zong Shili met Qi Yong, he would also be considered a type of person whose head was abnormal and would be imprisoned on Planet 13.

She stretched out her hand, held Zong Shili back gently, and raised her mouth slightly: "Happy cooperation."

The author has something to say: Please go back to chapter 65 for the full version of the fable.

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