Doomsday Wonderland

It was like a chance to breathe in the storm; after a while, Lin Sanjiu felt his paralyzed skin gradually recovered consciousness. When the mind re-gathered, she found a thick metal mask on her face, without the coldness of the metal, still glowing with another person's body temperature, like the residual sunlight that settled into the night from the day.

... It’s too embarrassing.

She took off from Spartan's arm, rubbed her knees, and smiled in her heart. His legs were still trembling, almost crumbling; but he did not reach out and help, just waiting for her to recover.

Fortunately, Lin San is now weak, so even if she has always intentionally lowered her head and does not look at Spartan's face, it is not too unnatural. In the narrow view of the mask, Spartan's black combat boots stood not far from her.

She really wished she could see his emotions from the shoes.

"...what is it?"

When her breathing gradually stabilized, Spartan's voice suddenly rang low. His attitude towards women has always been gentle, and at this moment the problem sounds very soft and soft – even though it has already caused Lin San’s heart to sink.

It was hard to quiet in the air for a while.

She can't be fooled about this question... Lin Sanjiu knows exactly what he is asking, and Spartan knows she is clear.

After a few seconds, she sighed: "It's Bohemian."

The blond man didn't say anything, but she could clearly feel the weight of the other person's gaze on her body. He is waiting for himself to continue to explain.

“Every room has a voice-activated broadcast system that communicates with Shales.”

Let her be saved by anyone, but it is Spartan. Lin Sanjiu’s heart is like a few strands of rope twisted together, and it’s hard to sink in the chest – it’s even harder to say the next thing.

"In your room... the volume of the broadcast system was adjusted very small, although it was not heard." She sighed and still didn't look up at him. "But because the radio sounds are often heard in exodus, I feel that after you have heard it a few times, you should get used to this white noise, and you won't be alarmed again."

Spartan whispered from the scorpion. His thinking is agile, and he probably already understands her little tricks when he hears this; but Lin Sanjiu continued to say it, as if this would alleviate her guilt: "After you go to rest, I Let Bohemia enter the control room. The sound from the radio channel there can be selectively communicated to different areas of the spacecraft... like your room. She chose a medieval poem and then the ability It works. Don't blame her, I let her do this."

No evolutionist—not to mention the evolutionary class of Spartan—will sleep for nearly two days in a coma just because of fatigue, even though he has some injuries.

Regardless of whether this is the intention of Lin Sanjiu, in fact, she has used the wounds of Spartan. Because of this, the bohemian [bard] will hit the middle, and the effect has been maintained for so long.

After answering the first "how to do it," the second question is "why do this." Lin Sanji closed his eyes tightly and didn't know how to answer it later. Spartan helped her a lot. She really didn't want to lie to him; but she couldn't—or say, dare—tell her guess.

However, when Spartan spoke again, what she heard was not "why."

"...white noise is a good idea," he said slowly, something in the voice that made her look up: "But it's a lot more."

The distant flashlight was like a mist filled with the sky behind Spartan. Only the shallow light traced his outline; his tiny blond hair fluttered in the mist, almost transparent.

"When I was by your side, I never guarded you."

At this moment, Lin Sanjiu can only look at him - just trying his best to answer his efforts, and all the time has passed.

"...will not be in the future."

Almost like comforting her, Spartan's low-pitched voice slowly flowed into the night.

These words really made Lin San wine really surprised, even called her mind blank for so many moments.

"Why?" When she returned to God, she had unconsciously asked her mouth.

Spartan took a low breath and seemed to be breathing a little hard. He pressed down and asked: "You don't know what my evolutionary ability is?"

Lin Sanji shook his head and realized that he couldn't stand in the center of the force field with no protection or even - even Spartan.

"You will know it later," he said as he raised his hand and naturally adjusted the mask on her face. Then he took a small thing from his ear and changed another language when he opened his mouth - just that he spoke quickly, and she only heard half of it in a hurry: "...foreveryminuteisharewithyou, iwillbepunishedhardinfuture. Nothingyoudotomecouldbeworsethanmyownfate.iwaskissedbyacurse,yousee."

I heard it, but I didn’t fully understand it. But before I asked Lin Sanjiu, Spartan had already turned around and re-applied the little thing. Obviously he will not continue to say it again - she recalled it twice in silence, hoping that the subconscious mind could write down those few words and then asked: "You are not curious why I want you to let go of your sleep." ?"

"You think it's best not to tell me, I'm afraid I'd better not know." Spartan answered very quickly, as if it was a subconscious answer. He took his eyes from the distant wall-like door and glanced at Lin Sanjiu: "...If that is something that will make us both meet, I would rather not know."

It seems to be a burden to unload, but it has been put on the mountain. Lin Sanjiu thought about it and couldn't help but laugh: "I know. Then we still have to go to the arsenal?"

"Of course." Spartan turned and the distant mist of light reflected a straight line on his nose. All his details of the five senses were dimmed, but they were more like the gods in the depths of the forest. "This time, I will lead the way."