Chapter3

The cabin was filled with a thick layer of sand and dust, condensing wisps of unidentified white matter, making the interior of the warship look like a spider's nest.

Several people carefully navigated the narrow cylindrical orbital module in turn, trying to avoid touching these strange sedimentary attachments, and despite wearing protective clothing, it was difficult to completely eliminate the danger of being invaded by extraterrestrial materials.

There are many such cases in the hospitals of the interstellar space station, most of those patients have died, and some have survived with body mutations. That kind of case, as long as you see it once, you will never forget it.

The terrifying appearance of the mutant came to mind, and something suddenly flashed in Helo's afterglow.

He immediately adjusted the searchlight, only to find that it was just his own reflection on the hatch.

Suspicious.

"The front is collapsing, sir, I can only crawl over." The white hawk cat bent down and drilled through it neatly.

"No problem in the back, that's it! It's the hatch that's broken! ”

Helo took a closer look at the thick hatch, which had been torn apart, and each edge of it was very uneven, and it was so deformed that it seemed to have been torn open by some force.

Torn—a ridiculous adjective for the strongest titanium alloy in the world, was the first thought that crossed Helo's mind.

"Looks like something terrible happened to Sayero when he escaped from here."

Ando was rare for a moment, and clasped the hatch in front of him with his hand. I have to say that this speculation is extremely bad, but it coincides with him.

Holding back the sense of foreboding in his heart, Helo crouched down and slipped through the only gap underneath.

As he passed through the fractured hatch, the cold wind swept through his neck, and an instinct prompted him to subconsciously glance into the rift. A faintly shiny round object flickered in the darkness. He stared at it for a few seconds before he suddenly realized what it looked like.

Eye.

A cold sweat broke out of his back.

Just then, something grabbed him by the ankle.

Startled, he instinctively kicked behind him, flinching nimbly, and crossed the hatch.

Ando crawled out from behind, rubbing his head, grumbling, and Helo grabbed his armed belt, dragged him out like a turnip, and bent down again to look inside.

There was nothing, it was pitch black inside, a thick layer of sand.

"What are you looking for, Helo? Almost kicked me in the neck! Ando complained dissatisfiedly.

He stood up, turned around, and felt the safety bolt on the laser gun, a hint of unease creeping up in his heart.

The bridge was also full of chaos, and the only thing he could make out the shape was the driver's seat, facing the cracked screen, but he seemed to see Sayero sitting there, looking lonely into space.

If he had stood here as he is now, he would have walked up and embraced him.

He would tell him how much he missed him, and how much he missed him.

Helo walked towards the empty chair, held on to the backrest, sat down on the seat where Sayaro had been sitting, and started the intelligent control system that controlled the entire warship, and imported the logbook recording and a useful number into the watch-shaped storage disk on his wrist. As he did this, he felt his blood pressure rise as the percentage kept rising.

The light of the searchlight swept across the console, and something reflected a sparkling light.

He lifted out his hand to remove the reflective object, peeling aside a slimy layer of attachment, revealing an old-fashioned disc case with the words "TheCranberries" engraved on it. His hand shook imperceptibly, carefully dusting him and stuffing him into his backpack, his mind drifting for a moment.

"Hey, this kid actually likes to listen to this kind of old-fashioned music?"

"Cranberries? It's really a girl's name, but it's quite suitable for his face! ”

"Looks like a glass craft, tsk, you won't break him if you try so hard, hahaha......"

"Hehe, it's better to strip off his clothes and see if his body is different from a normal person!"

"Fuck off, don't touch me! Give me back my stuff! ”

Punch after punch, hitting the body, the bones made a terrible muffled sound as if they were about to break. Blood gushed out of his nose.

The sun was dazzling and dizzy. The face was pressed into the dry earth, like a corpse about to sink into the ground. Clothes were torn apart, and hands full of malice were obscene with their bodies.

"Hey, Kurosaki, Inuya, what are you guys doing?"

At the moment when tears were about to fall from his cheeks, a voice sounded coldly. As if it was a more effective deterrent than a siren, there was a commotion in all directions, and it immediately fell silent.

"Give me that disc. And then -- get out. ”

The moment of meeting seems to be a long time ago, why is that scene still clearly imprinted in my memory?

It seems that you can see it as soon as you close your eyes.

The man stood there, as if he had just gone through a vigorous exercise, his black vest was wet and sticking to his body, a shirt was hanging loosely on his shoulders, his dark blonde hair was tied behind his head, and the whole person was tall and straight.

Shayero looked at him, the sunlight filtered by the excessively long bangs, mottled and falling on the face with obvious half-blood characteristics, silent under the sharp eyebrow bones, lined with extremely deep eyes, deep and breathtaking.

He never knew of a person who could look like this.

"Coincidentally, I've been looking for this CD. If you don't mind, would you like to lend me to listen? The man bent down, and the tall shadow enveloped him in it, as if to reach a head-level angle, and half-crouched down towards him.

He rubbed his hands together crampedly, his chest filled with indescribable gratitude, and he took a step back in confusion.

"Don't run. Don't run...... You little bunny. The man wiped his nosebleed with that clean shirt, and the smell of tobacco filled his whole world, "I'm your new instructor." ”

"I'll protect you from now on."

………

"Helo, I don't think Shayero is still here. But look at this. ”

A hand put on his shoulder, pulling him out of the whirlpool of memories.

Heloh blinked, turned away, and Nightingale shook a small video camera in his hand.

He grabbed it, charged it with the conductive plate he carried with him, pressed the playback button, and saw the figure of a teenager for the first time, he was lying on a recliner, with his back to the camera, and a person bowed his head and moved on him.

"Brother...... It hurts, ah..."

The familiar voice sounded coldly in an almost □□ tone, and for a moment a strange atmosphere filled the entire silent space. Everyone looked at him with a strange look, and then they all came over.

His face suddenly warmed up as if it were boiling, and he stubbornly remained silent to prove that there was nothing strange in it -- just a scene of Sayero's tattoo for him when he was fourteen years old. It was a birthday present he had begged for. Possess a tattoo like Sayaro as his rite of passage. Albeit a little early.

But as recorded here, he cried out in shame because of the unbearable pain.

But only this time, Sayero did not "protect" him, and chose to take matters into his own hands.

"Let me come."

"Brother...... I don't want ...... anymore."

"Don't move, good ......... My little Helo has gone from a boy to a man. ”

In the shot, the slender man pressed the boy's waist with his knees, the scale pattern in the white shirt was faintly revealed, and the undulating back muscles looked like a ferocious lizard dormant. But his movements are so graceful, his knobby fingers grasp the laser pointer, and one stroke at a time, he carves sinuous and delicate strokes along the spine of the person under him, which seems to be both trespassing and possession.

The sound of "zizi" overflowed the screen and drilled into the eardrum.

Helo seemed to feel the stinging sensation clearly, as indelible as the memory that Sayero had left him.

He was curled up under him in shame, trembling incessantly.

Not because he was afraid, but because he hardened with excitement under the pain that Sayaro had given him with his own hands.

It's just that he never expected that Sayaro would record such a moment, and although the video could not reveal his secret, he pressed the stop button in a series of "tsk" exclamations.

"I didn't expect the chief to have such a cowardly time......"

The white eagle scratched his nose, staring at the screen with a red face and couldn't take his eyes off it, his eyes full of interest.

"Hey, what are you doing with it? This may be an important clue to find Sayero, look at the back, maybe the content after coming here. Ando leaned in unkindly and reached out again and pressed the play button.

"Uh......h Yes! ”

"Good..."

White Eagle burst out laughing, retracted his hand, and was slammed on the head by Helo. He took a step back, his body hitting the bulkhead, and the hull suddenly cracked with a terrible crack, and a crack appeared above them.

"Let's get out!"

The nightingale shouted. As soon as he finished speaking, a fragment suddenly collapsed towards the white eagle's head. Helo kicked him to the side and raised his hand to block. The laser shield that popped out of the mechanical bracers kept most of the hull ruins out of him, but his thigh was still sliced by one of the blade-sharp edges, piercing through the extremely tough suit.

Without time to examine the wounds, one by one they crawled out of the ruins. When he returned to his ship, the belated pain struck like lightning, making Hlo almost unsteady on his feet.

He was dripping with blood on one of his legs, and his hazmat suit was torn wide.

But injuries aren't the worst, contact with unidentified extraterrestrial matter is.