Ziyang, Rest Ship Area A, Lounge Room 001. Blake was lying on the bed in his pajamas in the same position he had had been in earlier this day. The time didn't get any longer, but he was more tired than usual. "You're not qualified to say tired." Blake stared at the ceiling and said word for word, "Look at Rey." "You don't really have a position to talk about people." Blake continued, word for word, "You are indulging in the fantasy of escaping reality, but you are not as good as others. "From now on...... he closed his eyes, "yes...... Yes......" As soon as he closed his eyes, he always thought about the conversation he had with Rey. He wasn't too excited, but Blake always felt like he needed to be quiet before he thought about sleeping.

Half an hour ago...... "I see. Blake said, sighing softly, "That's your decision." "What?" Rey tilted his head slightly, a little unsure of Blake's intention to say those words suddenly. But right then, he understood a little more. "I respect your decision." Blake laughed, "I'm sure you're right. Blake bowed his head slightly as he smiled, and his dark blue eyes reflected white light. Yes? Rey rarely saw Blake smile like that. He felt that Blake had become a little different from his usual moment in that moment. In fact, even Blake himself didn't know why he laughed like that—it's rare to act purely by intuition. "Let it be." Blake shrugged his shoulders and said, "It shouldn't be a bad thing anyway. ”

Then, he asked, "What is that rope of yours made of?" "Blake was a little curious when he saw that, but it wasn't the time to ask." Rope? What rope? Rey was stunned for a moment, then picked up the metal rope with the pendant in the shape of Gaia Essence, "Are you talking about this?" "Or what do you think?" Blake twitched the corners of his mouth quietly. "This is a one-time molding elastic memory metal developed by the ancient Helka star, and the ultimate tensile length after molding is at least five times its original length." Rey replied. Blake was stunned—a new term, a new thing—and he didn't know anything before. Blake suddenly got a little angry with himself, but he didn't show any anger. Immediately afterward, he asked, "Where are you going to get this metal?" Is the lab's 'currently prohibited items' warehouse? ”

"No, you can find it in the ship's warehouse." Rey propped his head with his right hand, and instantly understood what Blake was going to do. "Do you know how to process that?" He asked with a smile. "Why would you?" Blake's eyebrows jumped. He felt that he was stupid about the question. In fact, he's often felt stupid lately. But is this really his problem? He always thinks about it. He will always stubbornly give an affirmative answer, but sometimes he will feel that it should not be this way. But what it was, he couldn't say.

"My brother used to teach me. I still remember. Rey paused for a moment, then replied. Can I help you? He asked Blake. Forget it. Blake thought for a moment and replied, "There's nothing wrong with skewering like this now." "It doesn't take a lot of time to process that. It's just that you need to get to the Byron yourself. Rey knew that Blake didn't want to bother people too much, so he said. By the way, learn a little? Blake asked, narrowing his eyes. No. Rey smiled and explained, "It's just that before you make the metal into a ring, you have to string the pendant in." "Oh...... When? Blake suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Tomorrow at five o'clock in the afternoon, how's that? Rey suggested. Good. "Rey said at just the right time.

"Hey, can that portrait beauty program in the bathroom mirror be closed permanently?" Blake suddenly remembered this question, so he raised the corners of his mouth and asked, "It's really bad to see those abnormal pictures all the time." "I'm afraid not, that one can only be turned off temporarily, and it will be turned back on in an hour." Rey shook his head, his smile filled with some unknown schadenfreude in addition to helplessness. "Okay then." Blake shrugged his shoulders and squinted his eyes and said, "Then I'll have to ask for more blessings." "As for that......" Rey twitched the corners of his mouth, suddenly wanting to laugh. As for. Blake replied dryly, "That's too false." "Okay. Hang up, go to bed early, we're all tired, good night, Blake, and have a good night's sleep. Rey waved his right hand and said with no objection. Good night. Blake replied, and then directly pressed the "End Call" button.

"Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night." Blake rolled over on the not-so-large bed, narrowing his eyes. "Always...... It's always like this......" he muttered to himself, "of course I ...... Of course......" He suddenly felt that he had a lot of things that he hadn't thought of or said just now, and somehow he had come up with them and wanted to say them in particular. He thought about it again, and felt that what he wanted to say was meaningless, and it was better to say it than not to say it. "It's not early." As he spoke, he got out of bed again. He pressed a small, round white button at the end of the bed and turned off the lights in the lounge. "Tomorrow......" he muttered to himself, lay down again, and closed his eyes.

HMS Byron, Rest Ship Area A, Room 001. "Ancient Helka, O ......" At this time, Rey was wearing his pajamas and sitting on the edge of the bed. He shook his head, then lay down. “Turn down the light.” Rey's voice sounded particularly loud in the small space where he was alone. He lay on his side, thinking about his own business. He wanted to fall asleep right away, but he couldn't. His head was in unusually painful throes from always being able to sleep, as if someone was constantly chopping off his head with a dull axe. The constant tinnitus made him almost completely give up thinking about anything. His eyeballs were bloodshot, forcing himself not to toss and turn pointlessly in bed.

Quilts didn't exist in the large ships of the ancient Helka, and only some small ships had them. The constant temperature and humidity control system of the ancient Helka star made what should have been a commonplace hot and cold sensation an almost unattainable fantasy. It is precisely because of this that the ancient Helka people who were born and lived in a confined space did not feel it at all when the environment of Helka was so badly damaged that the climate was abnormally harsh. Even if the bulkhead or other baffle is damaged, there is still a close-fitting protective suit. Those protective suits that were originally implanted in the lower arm of the hand and integrated with it automatically extended to the whole body when they detected drastic changes in the surrounding environment, protecting the safety of the ancient Helka people to the greatest extent.

In the last few minutes before he fell asleep, it occurred to him that I was not a ...... What about carrying forward the civilization of the vanished planet Helka? He didn't know, and he wouldn't think about it in the future. When he woke up the next day, he didn't remember it at all! He dressed himself as usual, and then washed. Before going out, he stood in the doorway as if he remembered something, turned back, grabbed the electronic board that had been forgotten on the metal table, and then turned around and ran out the door. The automatic door slowly closed behind him, and then, the lights turned off automatically - he forgot to turn them off again as he left.

The next morning, Blake woke up and sent a text message to Neuer in an electronic version, with things like "I was too irritable yesterday," "there was something out of the ordinary," and "a little bit of an apology." But until five o'clock in the afternoon when he went to look for Rey on the Byron, Neuer did not reply to him. As a result, he felt that writing a letter to someone like Neuer was wasting his time, energy, and feelings, and that he was so stupid as to waste the good time of the morning writing to Neuer, which was really a shame for Grace Star. How did he know that Neuer, who had received his letter in the morning, was fidgeting at the metal table, not knowing how to reply to it?