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When the two men reached the door of the conference cabin, Nightingale was coming out of it, dressed in neat gear, as if she was about to leave the ship for somewhere, and the mechanical arm was loaded with tools for digging and chiseling—of course, it could also be used for hunting. Behind her stood a lone wolf, who seemed to be going to walk with him.

These two men are the ones with the highest force value in his team.

"What are you going to do?" Harrow folded his arms and leaned lazily against the door, staring at her, as if unintentionally blocking her path.

"I got something in Sayero's lifeboat......"

"Oh?" He raised his voice, his gaze looping around her backpack, and a finger hooked, "If you don't have a hunting net, I'd love to believe you, Miss Nightingale." ”

Unexpectedly, the nightingale opened the backpack briskly, and it was empty, only an electromagnetic wave sensor. She looked at Helo, who was slightly surprised, with a slightly surprised face, and her face was a little ugly: "I have reason to believe that someone else entered Sayero's spaceship with us last night and deliberately destroyed the hull in order to prevent us from getting important information. ”

The "eye" in the gap flashed in front of him, and Helo twisted the meteorite ring on his ring finger, uneasiness like a small ball spinning rapidly in his heart. With the scene of last night lingering in his mind, he let go of his hand and connected the mechanical watch to the charger.

That's really...... Is it human?

"You're right. And that 'man' probably arrived before us, and that camera was deliberately placed there, and it captured my image -- just minutes before I entered Sayero's ship. ”

This was so unbelievable that when Hero heard the voice of his own words, his hairs stood up as if he were attracted by static electricity, and he felt a creep.

"What do you want to say? Did Sayaro come before that? The nightingale pursed her lips, her eyes as strange as if she had seen a ghost.

He shook his head.

If that's a person...... It could never be Sayero.

"If he was there, why wouldn't he come out to see me?" He thought to himself, vetoing this ridiculous possibility.

"The only thing that is certain is that there is something else on this planet besides us." The nightingale flicked at her sharp nails, and the mechanical arm made a restless thud.

Helo knew that she probably had itchy hands and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make a profit. If you catch a live alien creature and auction it on the black market, you can get a considerable amount of wealth. White Eagle suffers from a genetic disease, is almost at the age of onset, and will be in a wheelchair in a few years, and the miserable situation of the siblings does not need to be explained.

Despite the danger of punishment or expulsion for this kind of private hunting, the boy White Eagle is very likable, and always relies on him like an older brother, so that he unconsciously wants to protect this kid like Sayero treated him back then.

"I'm not against you hunting." He reached out a hand and clasped the laser gun on her waist, raised his eyelids and glanced at the white eagle outside, his naturally picked eyes flashing with a warning edge, "After finding Sayero and them." ”

After speaking, the silver-haired young man narrowed his gaze a little: "I know the situation of the white eagle, so you shouldn't take any risks." ”

"Hey. Thank you for yesterday, Helo. I'm a person who doesn't like to owe people anything, so I'll do as much as I can for Sayero's affairs. Trust me, the thing that landed in the warship will help you find him faster. The female killer uncharacteristically did not use her usual mechanical tone, and there was a rare human touch in her tone.

Helo chewed a hint of nervousness from her words, and her sensitive nerves skipped slightly.

"Only one paragraph of the logbook has been retained, the rest have been artificially deleted. I think that was done on purpose by Sayero, and that video was specially reserved for you. ”

As she spoke, she pointed to the table in the conference cabin, and the lone wolf nodded to him as he passed by, and the two of them walked out.

Herlo walked through the door of the conference pod and saw his watch-like memory resting on the table next to him—they had already seen the logbook footage. Looking over all the team members sitting in the conference cabin, his eyes focused on the huge holographic projector screen in the center of the conference cabin, quickly pulled a chair and sat down, grabbed the remote control before he could sit down, and pressed the player.

The screen flickered a few times, and images of another time and space approached from a distance, casting a real space as if building Tetris, enveloping them in it.

In a trance, like a dream, it was like a dream merging into reality, and when the person flickered and appeared one step away from him, Helo unconsciously clenched his knees, and forced himself not to stand up immediately to embrace the ethereal shadow.

Even though he knew that it was just a video, he still had the urge to do so.

"December 25, 2046, 11:55 p.m. Earth time."

"Today is ...... Reach the planet's sixteenth sidereal day......"

Sayero's mental state looked so bad, he was still so handsome, looking at the camera quietly, the knife-like outline in the dots of pixelated light that gathered and scattered from time to time, and was enough to be clearly engraved into the human retina.

His skin was lifeless, his eyelids were dull, and his smoky gray eyes were like a deep ravine, like a terminal cancer patient. Contrary to this, he cleaned himself up quite neatly, wearing the black uniform of a mercenary and carrying a pulse laser gun on his back, as if he was deliberately waiting for a battle.

Helo's heart was stabbed hard.

It was a few minutes before Sayero, who was pictured in the video, got up from his chair. His body didn't seem to be strong enough to support his weight, and he struggled to stand up straight behind the table, loosening the straps of his uniform.

Ignoring the presence of others, Helo also stood up, brought down the chair behind him, and walked to the man who did not actually exist here.

"Sorry...... I'm afraid it's going to be hard for me to hold on for a few more days. ”

They were so close that the man lowered his head as if he were looking at the boy who had only reached his shoulder six years ago, the glow flowing under his lowered eyelashes allowed Helo to distinguish the tenderness in his eyes.

"Hey, my little bunny. You okay? ”

Helo grabbed the remote control to suppress the trembling of his fingers, and grabbed the other hand's hand in fantasy.

Sayaro bent down slightly, and took out a small glass dish from under the table, which actually contained a silver flying fish, and its whole body radiated a bright light.

- 'Silverwing Rover', the dead four-dimensional creature they had captured together on the beach. He had begged Sayero to catch one more for him, but that four-dimensional creature had never been seen since the last meteorite rain had landed eight years earlier.

"Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and savor eternity from an hour...... Happy birthday, my Helo. ”

The man looked at him with the same look in his eyes as he did back then.

After these words, the image turned into darkness in an instant.

The young man who had been frozen there like a statue suddenly took a few steps back, sat down on the ground, buried his head in his knees, and tried to make the tears flow back, gritting his teeth and taking a few deep breaths, he tasted the sweet and cruel smell of blood on the tip of his tongue. The kind of depression that he had already buried, like a poison about to spread from his body.

"Do you like it, little one?" The man in memory rubbed his head dotingly, "Let it sleep with you every day, and you won't have to be afraid of the night." ”

"But I still want to sleep with you...... Brother. ”

"You've grown up, Helo, and you've got to get used to being alone. I can't do that anymore...... Pamper you. ”

The suppressed and hoarse voice mixed with the smell of tobacco lingered on the tip of the ear and nose, and it lingered for years.

Supporting his trembling body, he took out the small pill bottle from his pocket that he had not touched for a long time, bent and hooked open the metal cap with a "click" of one finger, poured out two octagonal antidepressant pills, and swallowed them with a before Ando rushed over to stop them.

I'll never get used to it......

I can't get used to being alone, I can't get used to losing you.

Why are you watching this, Sayara?

He gritted his teeth and silently tortured in his head. Are you leaving a last word? Is it that millions of light-years away you want to say "Happy Birthday" to me?

And what I have never said to you, what I want to tell you is that you are the whole meaning of my life.

Sayero ...... He hugged his arm, his fingers digging into his flesh, his joints gurgling.

Thousands of miles away, Sayra's fingers twitched unconsciously.

He felt his consciousness scattered among the intertwined cables and the cold, hard metal walls, as if summoned by something, gathering back into his frozen body soaked in liquid, driving him to break through the boundless darkness of chaos.

Slowly and with difficulty, he stretched out his baby-like curled hand, and his palm touched the thick, sticky shackles that wrapped around him, and his long-dormant heart beat faintly.

Pounding...

Pounding ......

"Strange."

Feeling a heartbeat for no reason, Helo covered his heart, took a deep breath, and his half-kneeling legs were a little numb.

"Are you alright, Chief Helo?" Langdon, the logistician in charge of medical care, asked with concern.

"Damn, I warned you not to eat this again! The side effects are huge! Ando angrily snatched the bottle and found it empty. This guy suffered from depression after Sayaro's departure, and once suffered from strict drug addiction and self-harm tendencies, and he put a needle or a knife on himself at every turn, and finally recovered under his treatment, and now there is a trend of recurrence, and three years of hard work may be in vain.

"I'm fine, you're less nosy." Under a few strands of silver-white hair, the corners of the young man's reddened eyes rose slightly, and he glanced coldly at this so-called "guardian".

When Ando stretched out his hand to pull him up, he stood up with a blank face, walked to the computer control platform, and began to try to hack into Sayero's ship's internal control system to repair the logbook footage.

Helo was sure that there must be some great secret hidden in the deleted logbook footage.