mousepad-d2 Chapter 31 Ghost
Chapter 31 Ghost
Connor kept chatting with Hanselton until after ten o'clock in the evening before ending the video call. At that time, Hanselton was still on his way to Milan Star.
"Let's sleep together tonight." After washing, Connor looked at Quint expectantly and said.
"Okay." Quint changed into his pajamas and came out with another quilt.
Connor climbed onto Quint's bed, lay down on the side against the wall, and hugged the quilt in his arms: "We haven't slept together for a long time."
"Yeah." Quint turned off the lights in the bedroom, leaving only the wall lamp at the bedside, lying outside: "It's just right for a chat."
"How far are you and Hyperion now?" Connor asked.
"If there is no step, it will develop normally."
"You two should continue to play junior high school students and fall in love." Connor smiled, "Now some junior high school students are more open than you two, okay?"
"Emotional matters can't be rushed. If I recognize a certain person one day, I will recognize him for the rest of my life." Quint closed his eyes: "Now we are still getting to know each other, and someday I feel that I love him The understanding of him is enough to support me to make a decision, and I will agree to him."
"Sure enough, it's Quint's rigor." Connor said as the hand under the quilt touched his waist, Quint moved uncomfortably, and pushed his hand down: "Why do you all like to touch people? Waist, it's so itchy."
"That's because you are too sensitive, or you haven't gotten used to it. When Hansen first touched me, I always felt itchy." Connor's salty pig's hand climbed up again, and he said, "My baby is really in good shape." , Why is it cheaper for Hyperion, I should have taken the initiative to marry you if I knew it back then."
There was no one else in the room, so both of them took off their armbands and collars. Connor had already started to release pregnancy pheromones. Quint didn’t know whether he was influenced by him or what. Alpha flashed through his mind when he kissed Hyperion proactively. The surprised eyes and the heat of his body made his body agitated.
He took Connor's hand down again, suppressed the throbbing that came from the depths of every cell, and chose to divert his attention by speaking: "Connor, I have always been curious, what happened to you and Hansen back then?" In love."
Connor was silent for a while, and said softly: "I don't know. After that incident that year, I even wanted to kill him. I felt that it would be impossible to forgive him in this life. He was touched. Emotions are really a wonderful thing."
"But speaking of it, the time when I really decided to stay by his side was probably when the late emperor passed away."
Connor still clearly remembers the bleak and bitter rain of that cold winter until now. Etes's advance special forces assassinated the former emperor Robert Beschmit who was commanding the army in the Dicken galaxy, and pierced the emperor with a poisonous sharp weapon. In the heart, the toxin quickly melted into the blood and flowed to the limbs, even the most skilled doctors were unable to recover.
Regardless of the risk of brain damage, Hanselton space-jumped to the Dicken galaxy in a non-dormant state. Suddenly, he didn't even have time to call out. Connor, who was by his side at the time, insisted on going with him after learning about it.
When the two arrived, the emperor only had the last few minutes of his life left. He was sitting in the treatment cabin where his vital signs were temporarily maintained, and he had calmly accepted his fate of imminent death. Sendon - his only child arrives to see him one last time.
Robert's wife was a former epidemic prevention officer of the Empire. He died in an explosion accident when Hansenton was three years old. Although he had several lovers after that, he never remarried, nor did he allow his lover to bear him a child.
The wound had ceased to bleed, and Robert had changed his clothes with the help of his valet, so that Hanselton and Connor did not see the true state of his horrific wound.
Heavy snow fell on the window, and Robert's limbs and lips were already black. He opened his arms and embraced the panic-stricken Hansenton and Connor, brushed off the snowflakes from their shoulders, and kissed them respectively with his eyes closed. Cheek, whispered:
"Don't cry, my dearest child."
The late emperor Robert Beschmidt died at the age of 49.
The moment Robert stopped breathing, Hanselton carried the weight of the entire empire of 5000 billion people and 780 planets on his young shoulders. He had no time to grieve. After arranging the funeral of the late emperor, he hurriedly Ascended the throne and became the new emperor.
Not long after, several high-ranking officials who were parasitized by the shadow worm jointly launched a coup d'état. Hansendon used iron and blood to quell the civil strife, and his reputation rose. He appointed Hyperion as the commander of the expeditionary army to continue this protracted defense war.
During those days, Hanselton rested for no more than three hours a day. There were too many choices for him to make, and every decision was related to the fate of the empire. In just half a month, he ignored the doctor Begging and obstructing, it took a full forty stimulants.
Connor finally couldn't stand it anymore, and pulled Hanselton out of the study in the middle of the night, dragged him to the bed in the bedroom, took off his clothes, let him rest on his lap, and combed Alpha's short blond hair with his fingers: "Go to sleep Well, you need to rest, you will wear yourself out if you keep going like this."
"I can't sleep." Hansenton's voice was so tired that it was a little hoarse. The new emperor's smoky eyes were bloodshot, giving Connor the illusion that he would collapse in a second.There are too many things in his mind, tormenting his tense nerves all the time, making him wake up immediately if he falls asleep for more than 10 minutes.
"Then let me sing you a song." Connor covered his eyes with the palm of his hand, and began to recall the song his mother used to lull him to sleep when he was a child. He hummed a few words softly, feeling that he had found the key.
He cleared his throat, intending to sing again, but found that Hanselton, who was pillowed on his lap, was breathing long and steadily, and fell into an unconscious sleep.
Hanselton slept for more than six hours like never before.The sun was rising outside the window, and the bright golden sunlight splashed on every corner of the bedroom. When he opened his eyes and saw Connor's calm face looking at the rising sun in the distance, he finally burst into tears for the first time after his father's death.
Every cry of extreme grief pierced Connor's heart without exception, and it was also at this time that he felt that he had a special responsibility for the crying Alpha in his arms—he had just lost Dad, who took over the country at the worst possible time, was forced to take on too early what he shouldn't be doing at his age here.
Hansenton shed all the tears in his life that day. He regretted why he had never listened to his father carefully before, so that now he couldn't recall the way his father smiled at him. It was he who brought the world to him. The person who cared and loved him the most pushed him away with one hand, and even felt resentment in his heart more than once.
Just like what he did to Connor three years ago, he always has to wait until things are irreparable before he knows fear and regret.
But it was useless, the person he most wanted to apologize for was no longer heard.
In the huge palace, he was the only one left.
"Okay, don't cry." Connor hugged the Alpha who was crying until he convulsed, lowered his head and kissed the top of his hair, and said softly, "I will always be with you."
There are some things Connor has never said to others. The suffering he has suffered has gradually faded over a long period of time. When he thinks back, he may sigh, but he will never feel pain again.
"When you feel that you have not only love for a person, but also an unshirkable responsibility, you can say that you can truly spend your life with him." Connor's tone was as relaxed as ever, and Quint said thoughtfully. Nodded, sighed softly:
"To be honest, I don't have that very strong desire for Hyperion yet, but I don't want to make him wait any longer. I don't know how long his body can last."
"To be honest, I've wanted to ask you this question for a long time, Quint, if Hyperion can't recover, what will you do?"
"I will stay with him until the end." Quint replied quickly, thinking that he had thought about this question carefully: "As for the things after that...let's talk about it."
Connor sighed silently where Quint didn't see it, and reached out to hug his arm: "I will do my best to treat him."
Quint patted the back of his hand and smiled slightly: "I believe in you."
Except for the fact that Connor kicked Quint out of bed twice in his sleep, tonight was a warm and peaceful night. When he woke up in the morning, Connor didn't open his eyes, and he hugged the hands of the people around him in a daze. Probing deep, he wanted to have some special wake-up service as usual, but as soon as he exerted his strength, he heard Quint frowned and snorted.
"Sorry, sorry." He quickly pulled out his hand: "I thought it was Hansen."
"Are you all like this in the early morning?" Quint gasped violently while lying on his back, lifted the quilt and looked inside: "You must be too energetic."
"Alpha, it's not normal if you don't have a lot of energy, especially now that I'm pregnant, it's not like that if he's holding back every day, he has to find some other way." Connor has been married for 20 years and it's embarrassing to talk about these topics No: "You will know when you have your own Alpha."
Quint's hormone level was already unstable, but being touched by Connor made him feel uncomfortable again, so he quickly got up and went to the bathroom to solve it.
At the same time, Hyperion took off the ear simulator, came out of the bathroom wet all over, opened the closet and picked out dark-colored regular clothes.
A humanoid creature covered in brown and black stood silently at the door of his bedroom. Its naturally drooping claws were extremely sharp and could easily tear apart the special space combat suits made by humans. Behind it was a thick long tail with a More than a dozen pitch-black spikes.Its face is somewhat similar to that of a human, but its cheekbones are high, and its slender red tongue looms between the sharp teeth.
It appeared too suddenly, like a ghost shuttled from the shadows. The moment Hyperion caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eye, the heart in his chest stopped beating, and he immediately pulled out a laser gun from his waist and pointed it at it. He tightened his grip on the nerve striker that slipped from the cuff of the uniform to the palm of his hand.
Its scarlet eyes quietly looked at Hyperion, and it remained motionless. Hyperion picked up the slippers on the ground and threw them over. The slippers went straight through its body, and fell to the ground with a "snap".
hallucinations.Hyperion cursed in a low voice, but did not let go of the hand holding the gun. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. After a while, when he opened his eyes again, the door was empty.
With a deadpan expression, Hyperion pushed the nerve-knocking device back onto the hidden card in his cuff, pinned the laser gun on his waist, and realized another danger—the Zerg could not appear on the capital planet silently, but Not necessarily Etes.
They are elusive, good at disguising, and have successfully assassinated the emperor twice.No one knows how they escaped the strict customs inspection of the empire. Like ghosts, they suddenly appeared when everyone was caught off guard, setting off a bloody storm.
If what appeared here today was not his hallucination but the real Etes, Hyperion might have died.
Persistent hallucinations would reduce his vigilance to the dangers around him, and if such hallucinations occur a few more times, he may have a moment of relaxation when facing the real Etes-enough to kill him a hundred times.
Church, who was passing by, picked up his slippers, and Hyperion stroked his hair irritably, realizing that there was nothing he could do about it.
He sighed, he had to take out the nano-defense film trigger from the drawer and buckle it on the armband, so that he could have half a second to react if something happened, and then set off for the White Tower.
When Hyperion arrived, only Burke was there. The professor from the Federation was adjusting the data of the instrument, writing and drawing on the floating screen, and when he heard the sound of Hyperion coming in, he turned around and nodded. Say hello: "General Morse."
"Professor Fergus." Hyperion took off his coat and put it on the shelf at the door: "Isn't Professor Rory here?"
Rory is the name of the general director of the Hyperion treatment project.
"Rory has just been summoned by His Highness Connor." Burke waved his hand, and the dozens of screens suspended in the air all disappeared: "Does the general want to start treatment now or wait for Rory to come back?"
"Let's start now." It's just the treatment. It doesn't matter whoever treats him here. Hyperion didn't tell Burke that Etes appeared in his hallucination. Although the Federation and the Empire are allies now, the relationship between the two countries was 30 years ago The time is still tense, and the original alliance was only a forced move under the overall situation of the revival of the Zerg and Etes.
He is a general who holds many important secrets of the empire, not to mention that the hallucination of Etes is a tricky trouble, and if he is not careful, he may be used by someone with a heart.
After all, he couldn't keep all his trust in Burke, and this man was not good enough to pry into his corner.
"Well, general, let's prepare for today's treatment. In order to reverse the situation that continues to deteriorate, we decided to use targeted drugs to strengthen the firmness of your gene fragments. This project has only passed animal experiments and has never been tested on humans. It has been done, but the safety cannot be guaranteed, are you sure to accept this treatment?"
"I'm sure, no matter what the consequences are, I'm willing to bear them." Hyperion had already decided to receive targeted drug treatment yesterday, but today Burke just confirmed it again.
Burke took out two powdered potions from the refrigerated safe. Hyperion lay down in the treatment cabin. Dozens of restraint belts protruded from all around, binding his limbs and torso, and tightening Alpha's entire body. Tightly fastened inside, leaving very little room for movement.
Targeted drug therapy would cause severe pain. In order to prevent Hyperion from struggling too much, they had to tie him up in advance.
Hyperion closed his eyes, his whole body was wrapped in a refreshing medical solution, and the skin all over his body felt slight pain that could be ignored, which was caused by the introduction of the capillary tube into the body.
Burke injected one of the bottles of medicine into the split tank, and the white powder instantly dissolved in a special solvent, and entered Hyperion's body through hundreds of capillary tubes.
The treatment had just begun, and Hyperion hadn't felt any pain yet. At this time, he sorted out all the information he found about Burke Fergus on the ring network.Burke and his wife, a young male Omega, were married ten years ago under the rationing system, and since then his wife has devoted herself to taking care of the family and bearing him four children.
There is very little news about this Omega on the ring network. The Federation still uses the ancient system until today. Omega learns cooking, flower arrangement and handicrafts in the academy. Once they become adults, they will be arranged with Alpha's blind date.If there is no accident, the combined Omega will become Alpha's private property. Alpha's strong desire to monopolize makes few people willing to let their own Omega show up.
It's not that the federation didn't try to learn from the empire to abolish the rationing system before, but because of the scarcity of Omega, their democracy is still destined to be determined by the majority of Alpha and Beta.Even if all the Omegas agree to abolish the matching system, as long as the Alphas disagree, the absolute crushing of the votes will not change anything.
Although the Imperial Parliament also adopts such a voting system, the emperor has the final decision-making power, just like at the beginning, the empress was deeply influenced by the human rights movement and insisted on abolishing the matching system regardless of everyone's opposition.
In some respects, the Federation is also democratic in its success and failure.
These years, due to the brilliance of the Omega, the empire has developed too.quickly, and the federation has begun to think about this issue again, but it is unknown how long it will take until the bill is actually passed and implemented.
Hyperion felt that Burke probably fell in love with Quint's independence and self-improvement. After he came back, he hadn't seen Quint's appearance at work, but when he recalled his willingness to study hard in his youth, he could think that it was undoubtedly Very charming.
The person I like is too good, and being liked by many people is undoubtedly a proud and worrying thing... Hiss, Hyperion frowned suddenly, and finally felt the first wave of pain that was slowly coming.
The author has something to say: Many Hollywood literary and artistic works today put the Federation in the position of justice, because they represent a democratic system, while the Empire represents an autocratic monarchy and undertakes the task of the villain.
However, the decisions made by its democracy are not necessarily correct. The Opium War was officially voted by the British Parliament.
So I decided to write a world where the Empire is ahead of the Federation 2333333
ps: I’m really speechless about Jinjiang’s blocking words_(:з」∠)_