(Xiao Yi: I feel like this chapter is quite a lot.) ）

"And what are you going to do?" Blake asked. He had wanted to talk to Rey about the muse he had seen flashing in the training chamber, but Rey told him this. Although he tried to maintain a calm expression on the surface, he could not calm down inside. "Take a moment and activate that portal yourself." Rey replied, "Of course, the people on the Purple Sun will be told to keep an eye on the condition of the first portal. "You want to go on your own?" Blake asked, raising an eyebrow. "In case that portal leads to another research hazard. Change. Military. What about the laboratories (which I heard are to be separated)? Send someone to do something they shouldn't touch? What should I do if the instrument is damaged for too long and the poison gas leaks? Rey said a lot of things at once, without gasping for breath.

"Excessive Stress Anxiety Syndrome." Blake curled the corner of his mouth on the right side and said, "Would you like to rest a little earlier every day?" He looked at Rey as if he were looking at a madman. Then, he said slowly: "You are disturbed, worried, about the excessive and persistent worry about the daily chores. Anxious pain is mentally experienced as excessive worry, fear, or fear of some future-pointing or uncertain event, or fear of a disaster, accident, or uncontrollable event. "I remember we were talking about portals." Rey replied. He glared at Blake as if Blake had caused a gas leak in the lab. "Oh, you don't want to do it all." Blake shrugged his shoulders and said in a nonchalant tone. "I'm not going to do it." Rey said as he held his chin in his hand and glared at Blake's face. "Really?" Blake chuckled dryly, then asked.

"You can just tell me that you want to go with me too." Rey replied dryly. He felt that Blake was sneering at him, but he didn't say anything more. "Why would I want to go with you." Blake deliberately gave a disdainful look before saying. "What do you think?" Rey asked rhetorically. "What do I think about myself?" Blake frowned and said, "We're talking about tongue twisters. "Why don't you take someone and wait at the entrance to the second portal?" Rey suggested. He felt that Blake was just too embarrassed to say it, so he simply said it himself. "Wait?" Blake gave a subtle look and said, "I don't think you can do it alone." "So you're going to follow me into the second portal?" Rey asked again. It wasn't impossible, but Rey always thought something was going to happen with Blake this time—his instincts—and he even thought that the lab had something to do with Blake. This is ridiculous! Rey shouted to himself. But on the surface, at least, Rey didn't look excited.

"Instead of wasting time waiting at the door, I'll go in with you." Blackcla let out a long voice and said, "What if you don't notice yourself and you touch something you shouldn't touch?" "I won't touch anything I shouldn't." Rey said with some disgust, frowning. "Yo, Rey, you say this like a child." Blake gave a "bad slight" smile and said, "Now I'm sure you're going to mess up something yourself." "Then you can come along." Rey said helplessly. Hearing Blake say this, he also felt that he was a little too reluctant to go alone. But he still felt that something bad would happen with him. Blake listened and said in a nonchalant tone, "Thank goodness you finally made the right choice. ”

"When do you have time?" Rey asked, as if he hadn't heard Blake's run. In fact, since the Ares Crystal incident, Blake has been saying this kind of thing when he encounters something - everyone is used to it, and he doesn't care too much. Blake smiled subtly, then replied, "If you have time to go, I must have time." In fact, there is a little truth to what Blake said. The crew of the Galactic Fleet knows that Rey is busy every day - he's busy when you're busy, he's busy when you're resting. "Oh?" Rey raised an eyebrow, then said, "How about nine o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow?" "Yes." Blake thought for a moment, then replied. "You really like the moment of nine o'clock." Blake continued. "It's just a coincidence." Rey spread his palms and explained directly. Then, he asked Blake, "I'm sure you'd be willing to finish the day-to-day work of the captain's room before going to that place, huh?" ”

"Yes." Blake replied, not denying Rey's words. "Bring a few more compression blocks this time, I don't want to charge the next lab." He continued, "That would be too time-consuming. Anyway, the energy blocks of the ancient Helka Star are all the same specification. "You're right." Rey smiled and said. It's always good to stay energized in an unfamiliar environment. "Three? What do you think? Rey thought for a moment, then asked. Five of them. Blake slowly tapped his fingers on the top of the metal table and replied, "I'm not sure how much energy that portal will consume. "Alright then, it's just five." Rey said. He agreed with Blake. "So be it." He narrowed his eyes and said. "Good night, Blake." Rey said. At the same time, Blake saw him slide his hand across the screen of the electronic board.

"Good night and early." Blake replied immediately. Immediately afterward, they hung up the video call with each other almost simultaneously. Then, Blake shook his head, grabbed the pendant he was hanging around his neck with his right hand, and closed his eyes. His figure blurred for a moment, and then, he opened his eyes. Or rather, the Blake Phantom opened his eyes. The phantom sat upright, eyes looking straight ahead. Rey, on the other hand, stood up, stretched, and walked into the bathroom. He stood in front of the sink, turned on the faucet, and poured some cold water on his face.

White Rift. Cashulael and Blake sit at the entrance to the Colorful Mine. "Ancient Helka Star Laboratory?" After listening to Blake's words, Cashulael tilted his head and asked, "What is Blake going there for?" "It should be sorted out and see if there's anything that can be used." Blake thought for a moment and replied. In between times, I'm sure I have time. Blake replied very "improperly". He deliberately avoided the corpses of those ancient Helka scientists. "That sounds like ......" Cashulael tilted his head and said, "Recycling garbage?" "Garbage doesn't count." Blake laughed and said, "It's different. He didn't know how to explain to Cashulael about the ancient Helka, because he subconsciously believed that the ancient Helkas were a bunch of "rags" - though he never thought of it that way himself.

"Picking up the trash?" Cashulael continued. His question was very embarrassing for Blake. "Recycle the rags?" Seeing that Blake didn't answer himself, Cashulael continued. "It's not rags, it's not garbage." Blake replied. He put his hand on his forehead with a very subtle expression. "Oh, did I say anything?" Cashulael asked quietly as he looked at the expression on Blake's face. "It's not rags, it's not garbage." Blake said. He slowly repeated what he had just said. Cashulael tilted his head and thought for a moment, then replied, "Oh. "Oh?" Blake frowned and said. "What's wrong?" Cashulael looked at Blake and asked. "Nothing, just thought you'd ask some other question." Blake replied. He touched Cashulael's head and continued, "Like...... Ask questions like what we'll put together. "Cashulyre is not Cassius. Blake thought suddenly, and then frowned.

"How so? It's so boring to ask this question! Cashulael said, flicking his hair and giving an innocent smile as he looked at Blake. Why? Blake asked. He felt a little confused, because the question didn't sound like a meaningless question to him. If there were questions like "what color are the things you put together?", Blake would have found those questions boring. "Because I'm here to support you!" Cashulael replied with a smile, thinking that Blake was a little funny, "As long as it's something you do, I'll support it." I don't need to know what you're going to put in order, I just think that everything you put together is good! "......" After listening to Cashulaire's answer, Blake was stunned, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.