Floating City Lab.
Instrument values tend to be normal, and Song researcher, who stared closely at the surveillance, finally took off his glasses and took a long sigh of relief: “Luckily, people are fine...”
Tingling a bell in the cabinet, a dozen dark purple advanced psychoanalysis reagents were taken out by researcher Song, who showed a lot more relaxation than just now, exclamation: “Prepare to pick up the little witch later, which is good in the case I know. Are you also protecting the little witch in Vega's subconscious...”
“Mao Dongqing?” Researcher Song didn't hear a sound for half a day. He looked back and saw Mao Dongqing was distracted and his shoulders were silent and stiff.
The Floating City magistrate finally reacted, urging him to say, "Yes, perhaps… it should be. ”
R-yard base.
Witch Jane woke up in the dark light.
A bowl of porridge whistled cautiously as the guardian appeared.
Pumpkin congee gave off a hint of cheese sweetness, and the teenager blew it, handing the spoon carefully to the witch: “Open your mouth. ”
Witch Jane accidentally opened her mouth, licked her tongue on the spoon, and then rolled it off for a drink.
Witch Jane took two bites and stopped going on. She was in chaotic pain. The guard conned a few more bites, and finally the witch brushed a bite on the spoon, drumming her cheeks not to let the guard feed her.
“All right, all right.” The guard could only pull out the spoon by surrendering with his hands up.
He was supposed to drink the remaining bowl of hot porridge, as usual, but his gaze stopped.
The little spoon who picked up Witch Jane swallowed a sip.
Immediately after breakfast, the guardian pulled out a little cotton padded jacket and put it on the still chilly witch.
“Go out and get some sun, I'll hold you.” The guard rubbed the dwarf twice to forecast the trip.
Little cotton padded jackets are only a little bigger than witch Jane's, obviously not her own clothes for the guard.
The teenager understated that this was borrowed from the next door, but the witch Jane could see signs of a fight on the boss with a blurry light. Clothes should have been stolen, or at least borrowed violently.
Inside the cuffs, seal three small, skewed words with a needle thread.
The witch narrowed her eyes for half a day and finally reached out and touched them before reading them out.
Mao Qiuqiao.
“Wear pants. ”
The dwarf was swept back and forth by an inexperienced teenager, softened in bed to deny it, and eventually forced by the big man to put on his long johns.
“You look good in everything!” The guard was sweaty and sworn to Dan Dao.
“…” Witch Jane pulled a duvet and blocked this also red-haired salty colored long john.
So the teenager turned his head and stretched his legs and put on his shoes--
Two snowy little feet came out of their blankets reluctantly.
Guardian's eye hurts to catch one.
The teenager kneels down, warms up Witch Jane, and then carefully wears his shoes.
Witch Jane crooked her head and slowly opened her mouth after watching slowly for a few seconds. Her other leg shrunk inside: “Myself...”
The voices were faint and flirty in the house, while the guard was stunned to hear the bones crisp. He lifted the quilt, put a pillow behind Jane, and stole her other leg: “You rest. ”
The girl trembled slightly in the slightly cooler air. She covered herself for more than half a minute while guarding. She stuck it in her shoes with some reluctance. Her arms were empty and she held the witch in her arms for the next second.
“Let's go. ”
There are only three, three, two, two teenagers on the lawn in the bedroom building.
Now it's practice time to stay in the dormitory building, either to be granted sick leave, or to have a little road to go without fear of absence.
The guard wraps three layers of fur inside and three layers outside, and when you go out, it's like holding a fragile item.
At the corner of the lawn there are children howling and crying.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.”
Mao Dongqing calmly: “Robbed and robbed, before winter, you don't wear it. ”
“I don't whoo--”
Mao Dongqing taught: “He just got emotionally locked. It's not against the rules to beat people up for just two days. Little intolerants make a big fuss. ”
The child Mao Qiuqiao started rolling all over the place: “I want to dress each other ah -” Mao Qiuqiao rolled from one side of the lawn to the other, and rolled back like a scream. She was crying, suddenly looking at something, and the frightened rolling belt crawled behind her own brother.
Mao Dongqing looked up and walked out of the dormitory building when he saw the guard. He left his own brother and walked straight to the guard, removing a tube of pale psychotropic from his pocket: "You want it. ”
Weishi stopped saying anything.
Mao Dongqing never trades at a loss. He entered the lock six months later than Wei Wei, and now he has one tube of reagent that can be replaced by three tubes when Wei Wei. After the two people were skilled in trading, Mao Dongqing looked at the witch Jane curiously and was immediately blocked by the faintly vigilant guard.
He looked pale, shrugged his shoulders, and turned back to Mao Qiuqiao.
Mao Qiuqiao cried snotlout: “My clothes are mutual... he gave my clothes to other children...”
Mao Dongqing nodded and suddenly remembered something, warning his brother: “Don't learn from him in the future. Defense Him-- against base rules, he's in love! ”
The guard walked to the middle of the lawn with Witch Jane in his arms, and the sun poured down and the field of vision shook with a layer of light. Witch Jane asked softly, "Is it going to rain? ”
The teenager was stiff, nodded slowly, and held his fist tight where Witch Jane could not see it.
Witch Jane lay on his shoulder and whispered, “No sun. ”
When the guard put him on the steps, he laid a soft blanket underneath to remove the restorative agent for Witch Jane: “The sun will be out in a moment. ”
Witch Jane grunted and drank it. When she was defended, she stuffed a piece of sugar, quietly and quietly.
In the distant morning class, the teenagers were running in circles under the instructor's orders. Witch Jane watched for a long time and suddenly said: “I can't see them...”
Wencheng turned the subject off: “Close your eyes and rest. ”
But Witch Jane kept her eyes open until she covered her eyes as a guard.
Witch Jane said softly, "There's the sun, right? I don't seem to see much light. ”
The guard shook his shoulder.
Aftermath of emotional lock affects five senses and the direction is unpredictable. The taste is affected when the guard adapts, but the dwarf is the worst consequence of the puff - visual impairment.
Little dwarves seem to have had bad luck.
Being thrown out the door, visually impaired… the worst part is meeting yourself and blocking yourself.
"Get some sleep and get up."
Witch Jane seemed to want to say something, and finally she just happened to say, “Okay. ”
The guard panicked and the dwarf knew. He knows everything. The guardian mute explained: “The sequelae… the sequelae are only three months old. I follow you wherever you go, you can't see me. ”
Witch Jane bent her corner and trusted her.
The guardian's chest slammed violently.
sequelae, three months… to one year. The more trust the dwarf has, the more he blames himself until his left hand is held by the dwarf.
Witch Jane should have said, “I can't see clearly, I'm holding you.”
Suddenly the arm was stiff.
Witch Jane squeezed the old man's hand.
The guardian muffled and angry: “I... am too weak. ”
If it wasn't for yourself--
The dwarf suddenly came together, slightly sweet, and burst into his nose.
Witch Jane softly embraced the guard. Still sick, the strength is not great, and the mind can still slow down.
He sees a past in his emotional lock that he doesn't remember.
Laboratory, rehabilitation, injection, confinement. If you don't remember... it's only possible it's the big man's memory. Ten years ago, the old man had no self in his life. When he really locked up, he was the only one who survived.
“No!” Jane denied.
You will be strong enough to be a chestnut in the future... but I also like you now!
The teenager paused and finally reached back to hold the witch Jane. A hot breath hits his treasure: “Don't think too much. Get some sleep, I'll look at you. ”
Witch Jane nodded slowly and closed her eyes.
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Instrument drips and people are constantly rushing to shuttle under dark light: "Prepare to pick up -", "Blood pressure 62mm mercury column, no shock -”, “Two C-tubes of tranquilizer against MHCC”, “MHCC? Only the modifier can...”
“No confirmation, direct redemption. ”
“The heart rate slowed down, 55 per minute.”, “Dim the lights and prepare to turn off the instrument--”
Witch Jane's eyelashes moved slightly, slowly opening her eyes.
Floating City Lab.
Researcher Song softly soothed: “Relax, look at me. ”
Sudden sharp tingling in the head.
Witch Jane snorted and was quickly held by two researchers. Hot water reached him, it was still raining outside the window, and the heating in the lab was maximized, and the bone marrow was finally expelled slightly from the cold.
The probe is withdrawn and the contrast is displayed on the virtual projection.
Researcher Song was relieved and finally fell into the chair: “It's okay... the emotional lock didn't come out, it's okay...”
He handed over two more tubes of reagent to Witch Jane: "The sequelae will last for a while, little Witch. You need to be mentally prepared, but the medication won't last more than a month. and we recommend that you participate in psychiatric intervention for at least six months.” Song Fellow, Targeted Witch Jane:
“And, thank you. ”
Witch Jane looked at him weakly and nodded softly for a long time: "You're welcome. ”
The lab lights turned on slowly, and Witch Jane lay on her bed with a warm eye mask. In just a moment, researcher Song changed at least ten thermal agents in his eyes: "Retina, visual nerve intact, what was damaged was the center of processing visual images-”
“We call it reversible visual impairment. The most prevalent visual images consist of content, orientation, and appearance. Witch, your obstacle area is in color, and your perception of light is reduced. The daytime impact is minimal and it is best not to go out at night during the month. ”
“Okay.”
The blindfold was fixed to Witch Jane's face, and Witch Jane blinked.
“Reversible visual impairment has no special effects, but it will be quite comfortable psychologically with the instrument later.” Researcher Song sighs: “Emotional lock ——”
“Emotional locking sequelae are associated with major negative emotions at the time of locking. Brother Wei was losing his taste, and Law Enforcement Officer Mao was losing his hearing —— little witch, you're seeing. For therapeutic purposes only, I'd like to try to understand what you saw when you locked in, and of course you can choose to skip this topic. ”
Jane nodded slowly.
“When I entered the lock, I saw...”
Memories crossed my mind, I probably took too many medications. Witch Jane is like telling the story of someone else. She is unusually familiar with it and can peel away the feeling, leaving only strange dull pain.
“Seeing… a door. I was locked in the door, watching the researchers at the R-yard base go in and out. ”
Researchers Song and Mao Dongqing glanced at each other and nodded and confirmed: "It is Vego's memory, possibly for the first time. ”
Witch Jane continued: “I saw him… walking through the door while guarding. ”
Researcher Song recorded a pen and was amazed: "Did you see Vega in Vega's memory? Is it subconscious overlap? Very rare —— at least I've never seen it. What was that door like? ”
Witch Jane tried to think, "Dusty brown. ”
“What texture? Patterns? Skeletons or...”
“Iron Gate, heavy, diamond-shaped pattern, diamond-shaped, round in the middle,” Witchcraft exhaled slowly: “Like... eyes. ”
Touch it.
Even Song researchers were frightened and turned to Mao Dongqing at the same time. The Floating City Magistrate's traditionally stable arm seemed like a sudden shake, smashing a teacup in the corner of the table.
Mao Dongqing suddenly stood up and took away the notes of researcher Song: “Ask later, now let the little witch rest. ”
Researcher Song stunned for a long time and nodded with hesitation: “I still suggest that the little witch receive psychological guidance before entering the subconscious again - but he is in better shape than I thought. ”
Even better than almost all similar cases he has taken over.
Not only can you resist emotional locks, but you can also easily gain guardian trust - Witch Jane is born naturally with emotional guidance.
He looked at Witch Jane: "After this, it's a lot easier. Waiting for Brother Wei's second retrofit, bring people out directly under stress. The sooner the better —— of course, Witch, remember, what matters now is yourself. ”
“You and Vega are both patients. ”
Two hours later.
Instrument starts again, researcher Song watches Witch Lin enter, finally relieved: “I'll go to bed later in the night, you guard? ”
Mao Dongqing nodded.
After researcher Song left, Mao Dongqing just took a note of the consultation.
I didn't hesitate to plug it into the shredder.
He sat silently for a long time before opening the communication: “I need information that was not destroyed at the R-code base that year, yes, encrypted and then transferred to the lab. ”
The instrument buzzed and Witch Jane slowly opened her eyes.
There was a bell ringing in the bedroom, and I ran over surprised as I was drumming up some kind of guard. Under a blurred gaze, Witch Jane could see the once messy ground cleared out of a clean passage.
Legs are long and cross columns are fine on the obstacle.
The only one with short legs who can't see the light is Witch Jane.
The teenager apparently cleaned up clumsily.
Most pots and ladypots are thrown under the bed and the cabinets don't fit properly. The guard carefully put a skewed blindfold on the witch Jane.
The pins are the same as the cotton padded jacket of the sunflower - grab the needle thread with the big man.
“Iron powder, leeches, activated charcoal,” the guard adjusted Witch Jane: “Add some water and it'll heat up in a minute, you close your eyes. Go where I hold you. ”
Witch Jane nodded. “How long have I been sleeping? ”
“Not long," he said. ”
Witch Jane: "Guardian! Are you not sleeping...”
Seriously: “Sleep! ”
Witch Jane: "Your eyes are red! ”
The guard rubbed a handful, presumably spreading white blood in his eyes. He looked at the witch Jane, and suddenly the ghost made the god speak poorly: "Then I'll cover it too. ”
Witch Jane was about to take her blindfold off, but the guard set it aside. Pull it on the outside of the little man's blindfold. Nose hits nose.
The juvenile's throat could not be controlled and moved.
The guardian hummed: "Okay. ”
Witch Jane: “No...”
Weishi: “I said I'd do it! Close your eyes and don't move. I saw your eyelashes shaking! ”
Witch Jane argued, “I didn't open my eyes! ”
Weishi coughed and analyzed himself: “That's how long your eyelashes are!” Hitchhiking! “Come on, let's go out to the training room today! ”
The teenager skilfully put his shoes on Witch Jane's long johns and walked quickly to the training room. Shooting ranges are found everywhere at the Clawson Show, and are valuable “redemption resources” at the R-yard base.
Wei Shi handed over green vouchers, put Witch Jane on the floor, and put a blanket on it. Little Shorty's soft hand touched the blanket like it was touching its own fixed base.
Guardian stuffed him with a pair of earplugs and a bag of goldfish biscuits: "Good boy. ”
After that, the teenager turned around and took off his uniform and picked up his gun.
The number of times a 15-year-old guard has touched a gun is rare. The bullet had only three plates, and he shot very slowly at every shot. Unlike 10 years later mastery of the device, teenagers today still hold guns like enemies.
The guard squinted his eyes and straightened his back. After estimating the ballistics, carefully pull the trigger--
Witch Jane pulled her blindfold off.
Big man's body is filled with faint light in the field of focussed imagination. The dim light shines in a few places and should be sweat slipping off.
Every time he fires a bullet, he closes his eyes and looks back at the ballistics. The teenager frowned and the static loop was clearly unsatisfactory. After waiting half an hour, the teenager turned around and squatted in front of the witch Jane.
Witch Jane quickly put her blindfold on and waited for the big man to take it off herself.
“Didn't you eat much cookies?” The bodyguard frowned.
Witch Jane looked at him with round eyes. The boss seemed naturally to fit in with the gun, and after coming down from the target, the whole person had a sharp sharp, contradictory temperament--
It's like a sword that just came out of a sheath.
Witch Jane picked up a little cookie and stuffed it in the mouth of the guard.
The teenager's neck suddenly turned red, severely criticized: “How are you so skilled? Forget it-- come here. ”
Weshi held Witch Jane's hand and pulled the walking dwarf to the target: “Every time I shoot, you eat a goldfish biscuit, two in nine rings, and three in ten rings. Is that clear? ”
Witch Jane nodded and turned to look at the big man's rifle/gun.
Wencheng immediately gave it to him like a treasure trophy: "Careful, don't push it! This is dangerous, you know? No —— well, if you really want to touch it, I'll allow you to touch the trigger, and I'll get you stuck. ”
Soft little hands inside the trigger. The guard was nervous against the back, and the teenager half-knelt on the ground, circling the witch Jin from behind, suddenly suddenly a deep breath of memory.
Seems to have had the same scene before, but I can't imagine it.
Witch Jane leaned quietly in his arms.
The posture and memory of the two coincide perfectly.
“A monkey can beat a man with it.” The Big Brother raised his eyebrows at Clawson Stadium--
The little monkey paused and held the boy's hand behind him. Wesley glared at herself and let the little man touch the gun, not himself!
"'Relax your shoulders,' said Witch Jane softly. ”
Shoulder Relaxation - A man orders his neck in the White Moonlight Training Room.
R-yard base young Weishu took a beating and followed Witch Jane's instructions to control his shoulder arms.
“Keep the center of gravity" Floating City training base, men holding guns for Witch Jane, military boots against trembling white shoes.
Witch Jane used her little foot girl to show the boss that her legs were separated: “Gravity. ”
He slowly grabbed the boss's right hand: "Shoot. ”
Touch it.
Maximum record refresh, 8 loops.
The guardian looked stunned at the witch Jane and suddenly hugged her, like she was afraid of the witch Jane slipping out of her finger.
The dwarf raised his head and smiled and rubbed it around his neck.
Time passed slowly, and Witch Jane woke up asleep in the training room, hearing slow gunshots every time she woke up - he moved the blanket to the scoreboard, squeezed his eyes and saw the target star soar all the way up.
By the end of the day, Witch Jane looked at her hands with a dim streetlight.
He can feel himself slowly recovering.
The bodyguard was overjoyed, but he still insisted on washing and washing the little man's undressed shoes. When you go to bed, cover your quilt with a cigarette.
Witch Jane was wrapped in a cotton quilt, and she didn't know how to stand the temperatures - hard as she was sweating with him.
Juveniles compare themselves to Witch Jane's body plate: “Too little to eat. ”
Witch Jane opened her eyes and said, "Like buying a meatloaf! ”
The bodyguard looked up and threatened: "Yeah, well, if you don't eat well, they'll eat you. ”
The next morning, the second round of retrofitting time was released. All applicants must pass the assessment in order to determine the direction of remodeling--
Weather is shorter than other rehabilitators to apply for and can only seize every opportunity.
Juveniles are almost completely soaked in the gun chamber, from off-target to an average of four, seven, nine rings.
He has a talent for chestnuts, but he works harder than anyone Jane meets.
Night.
Witch Jane fell asleep and woke up punctually. Tie a duvet for her and head straight over the wall to the training room.
Floating City Lab.
Witch Jane came out of the apparatus with her stomach covered: "Get ready to take Brother Wei out - give me another copy of the stress information. ”
In the training room, the bodyguard looks at the target and suddenly turns off the light, attempting blind aim by memory. The forehead is sweaty because of the exact calculation without reference to the coordinates.
Researcher Song stopped Jian: “Don't look, I'll read it to you. ”
Witch Jane nodded her thanks and listened quietly. Eyebrows rose slightly because of her quick thinking: “Wait a minute, this is a practical part...”
The morning came.
Witch Jane opened her eyes slowly.
I just got back from the training room and hit a hook: “I slept well last night. ”
Shorty corner bent: “Me too! ”
Wes is skilled at putting on shoes for him: "Today's exam. ”
Witch Jane immediately cheered for the big man.
Weshi fastened Witch Jane's shoelaces and suddenly said, "Wait. ”
All the glory I will earn for you -- escort you, avenge you.
“All right,” Wen Shih got up, patted Witch Jane's head and raised her chin.
Witch Jane: “?? ”
The guard infarcted his neck: "Indicates. ”
Witch Jane immediately sighed: "Big brother, come on!” Big Brother Zheng made a duck.
"…”
Before leaving, the teenager suddenly turned back: "Later -”
Witch Jane raised her head.
Guardian tries to stay calm: “In the future... when you're not crying, can I... kiss you like the last time? ”
Witch Jane stunned and remembered the emotional lock, the teenager kissed his tears with red eyes.
Weishi held his fist tight: "Because I thought about it, I won't let you cry again for the rest of my life! ”
Witch Jane laughed.
The teenager seemed to see acquiescence and stumbled together.
Little dwarves are lit up in sight.
He gently dropped a dry kiss on Witch Jane's cheek.
Immediately afterwards, the teenager snapped up and hit his head against the bed post.
“Me, I'll go first, you wait for me--”
Wait for me.
Witch Jane waved at him, her eyebrows bent and stared at the direction of the teenager's departure. When the distant footsteps were completely deaf, the next moment he turned to connect the communication:
“I'm going to take him out. ”
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