[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Chapter 139 Eden 27

Clark sends Ian to his room.

The rooms they chose were all luxury suites located on the top floor - no one lived in them anyway, so it was better to just live in the best one.

Clark wanted to live in a suite with Ian at first, saying that it would be more convenient to take care of him, and because of this, Bruce gave him a speechless look: "Do you really treat him like a child?"

"But he was just born, so he doesn't necessarily know how to give birth..." Before Clark finished speaking, he saw Ian turn on the holographic projection screen in the luxury suite super skillfully, pick a movie at random and start playing it, and by the way Unpacked a pack of snacks in the cabinet.

Clark: ...

There was a little smile in Bruce's eyes: "Maybe you should have more confidence in this kid."

When the two were about to leave, Ian turned around and stopped them: "Clark, Bruce."

The two turned their heads together, Clark: "What's wrong?"

Ian said: "...I don't like it here."

There is something terrible inside this ship.

For Ian, this thing hidden in the dark is not fatal, and it doesn't affect him too much, but he has no way to kill this monster while fully taking care of everyone.

"Why?" Clark asked subconsciously.

"...not safe." Ian said.

Clark sighed, walked up to Ian, reached out and rubbed his hairy head, and said, "I know...I know it must be uncomfortable, Ian, but it's okay, I will protect you, we will all protect you , they will never hurt you at all."

Ian:  …

No, you don't know.

But mentioning this made Ian a little curious. He asked, "Why do those people want to kill me?"

He obviously didn't know those people.

Although he is not afraid of being attacked or murdered, these questions are real. Ian can feel the disgust and hatred, but he doesn't know where this extreme and strong emotion comes from.

"..." Clark paused. He raised his eyes to see the clear and spotless eyes of the former captain of the scavenger, looked at his bright eyes reflecting different brilliance, gently closed his eyes, and said : "Ignore them."

"Did I do something wrong?" Ian continued to ask.

"No." Clark said immediately, and then he sighed, "Don't think too much, Ian, you didn't do anything wrong, just ignore them. If they want to do something bad to you, just call me name, okay?"

Ian nodded, and after a moment of silence, he said again: "When can we leave this ship?"

Clark sighed inwardly, but still maintained a gentle tone: "We're only here to rest for a few days, and we'll be leaving soon."

Rest for a few days...?

Ian frowned slightly.

He wasn't sure if "that thing" on this ship would adversely affect them in the short term, but if it was only a few days, it shouldn't be a big problem.

So Ian nodded obediently.

……

Clark and Bruce walked out of the cabin door of the suite and walked towards other rooms one after the other.

Clark spoke first: "I didn't expect things to turn out like this...Ian has only just shaped his understanding of the world, so he shouldn't be subjected to so many negative emotions."

The corners of Bruce's mouth curled up into a slightly cold arc: "People's hearts have always been like this, isn't it? If it weren't for our appearance being similar to ordinary Earthlings, I'm afraid those malice would be unabashedly imposed on us."

"Ian shouldn't have to bear all this alone." Clark said with a frown.

Bruce sighed: "Don't be stupid, Clark, you don't want to tell them you are also from Gestalt, do you?"

"Why not? I can help him share some." Clark was puzzled.

"It doesn't make sense." Bruce said indifferently, "Their extreme negative emotions come from fear. This fear is aimed at the title of the most terrifying butcher in the universe, the scavenger. This fear is deeply rooted. And if you let them know your actual situation, I am afraid that this fear will intensify and their behavior will become more unpredictable."

Seeing Clark's slightly frustrated expression, Bruce said again: "It's okay, Ian can take care of himself."

—That's a samurai.

Even now that he has lost all his memory and cognition of the world, and turned into a blank sheet of paper, he is still a warrior, the top combat power of Star Nest, and so many pollutants and old family members that are too powerful to be recognized The god of war who fought and never lost.

Clark sighed, "I hope so."

……

That night, Ian, who didn't need to sleep or rest, sat by the porthole, looking at the endless galaxy outside.

He sat quietly. At the beginning, his mind was blank. He felt as if he was used to this blank state, and the whole person naturally emptied out.

But it didn't take long for him to start thinking about some problems.

Who is he?

There is a lot of knowledge in his brain, and this knowledge seems to be innate, so he is very clear that his current state is very wrong and unnatural, at least it should not be the state that a normal life, aging, sickness and death in the universe should have.

He knows a lot of things—he knows most of the principles and rules of how the universe works, he knows where the stars are shining in the dark void, and he knows the race-specific traits and even the physiological structure of those aliens who hate and hate him .

But he didn't know what he should do, or what the meaning of his existence was.

He doesn't need to eat, the entropy increase of his body is reversed by Gestalt's high-dimensional technology, so he doesn't need any energy supply, not only that, he is also getting smaller and smaller in the anti-entropy, constantly moving towards the juvenile form very slowly The speed is reversed. Although this process takes thousands of years, it is still regarded as a great defect by Gestalt.

Therefore, he doesn't need to make any efforts to survive, and he has no goals, he just... simply lives.

But Ian felt that he should have a goal.

He had a purpose.

But he forgot.

Just like he'd forgotten about Bruce and Clark, even though he knew he should know them from the first moment he saw them.But the organ he used to store memory told him that he didn't know these two people who gave him an extremely familiar feeling.

Ian thought for a while but couldn't come up with an answer. He suddenly thought that the pack of snacks he ate just now was quite delicious, and it tasted like pistachios—uh, what are pistachios?

The words that popped up in his mind made Ian very confused, but he quickly put the confusion behind him, and prepared to go to the cabinet to find another pack of snacks to satisfy his hunger.

At this moment, he suddenly heard footsteps.

Very light footsteps, if it wasn't for Ian's super hearing, it would be difficult to catch the footsteps that seemed to be silenced by some kind of muting equipment.

The footsteps stopped at the door of his room.

Ian remembered that he didn't seem to close the door.

The moment this thought arose, the door of his room was opened, and standing outside was a large alien in black clothes that covered his whole body, which looked like some kind of mollusk .

[Alpha Kirkle S-245 Ipsi: sanity value 55/60, pollution degree 62.51%]

...you aliens have weird names.

"Hello." He said hoarsely, a sticky tentacle protruding from the black clothes, and there was a tray with a drink on it. "Room service."

What is room service?

Ian's innate knowledge did not include this kind of thing, so this successfully aroused his curiosity.He stepped forward and reached for the drink on the tray.

"This is the juice squeezed from the fresh Beta JOP02 plant." The person who delivered the drink said, "The shelf life is only 10 minutes. It is rich in nutrition and delicious. Guests will definitely like it."

Juice—another Ian's knowledge blind spot.

He never ate anyway, so of course he didn't know what juice was and didn't need to.

"...Thank you." Ian looked up at the room service person, thanked him very politely, but didn't ask any more questions, and took a drink from the cup.

The moment he drank the glass of liquid, the soft alien in front of him moved, and the black hat covering his eyes fell down, revealing his four eyes hidden in the folds of skin.At this moment, those four eyes were glowing with excitement and malice, staring at Ian, as if expecting something.

Ian felt that the liquid immediately heated up like magma after entering his esophagus, and the burning sensation went straight into his internal organs, which made him pause slightly when he drank the drink.

Seeing the stagnation of his movements, the soft alien was even more excited.

What kind of juice is in that glass!

What is contained in it is a drama that the whole universe has heard of. Just one drop can kill a space whale within 10 minutes!Even if it is diluted tens of millions of times, this kind of drama can melt steel!

This kind has long been banned by the federation, but who are they?They are the Merchant Fleet, there is no contraband in this world that they cannot get!Although the cost is extremely high, the other party is a gestalt scavenger after all, and must not be underestimated!

—Go to hell, Gestalt scavenger bastard!As long as he kills this little bastard, not only can his corpse be sold for a high price, but he can also quickly accumulate his reputation in the caravan, replacing that ugly monkey who has occupied the magpie's nest!

Ah, by the way, he can also avenge his colleagues, which can serve multiple purposes!

This is the wish of all their crew members, and only he has the courage to stand in front of this monster, the other group of cowards can only stand in the dark and quietly wait for the moment when he succeeds——

They'll be there soon.

The soft alien looked at Ian excitedly, as if he had seen him being dissolved into a distorted and painful corpse in the next second.

However, Ian just paused, drank the remaining half of the glass, and then put the empty glass on the tray.

"Thank you," he said, "...that's pretty good."

Soft Alien: "...?"

Ian tilted his head in doubt, and asked curiously, "Is this an alcoholic drink?"

I heard that alcohol seems to have this effect, making people feel burnt.He has no sense of taste, and he can't taste whether the food is good or not.

The soft alien looked at the cup made of special material in disbelief, wondering if he had made a wrong dose.He watched this little bastard drink the medicine, how could nothing happen? !

Not only was nothing wrong, he even commented that it was "pretty good".

...How could this medicine taste good, is this guy humiliating him!