The Judge Advocate General's elevator rose smoothly, but it was also unexpectedly fast.

When the elevator door opened, a small spherical robot was waiting for the doorway, but as soon as she saw Mosilele, she immediately screamed and hid behind a bouquet of fake potted plants not far away.

"It's the Metal Explorer I told you about." The director pointed to the little robot with half of its head sticking out of the back of the potted plant, and smiled back at Mosilelle, "It's very scared of life, and every time it sees a living person, it hides like this." ”

"Hmm." Mosilaire wiped his eyes lightly, barely smiling.

"Come out, little one." When the man saw that her eyes were still red, he turned his head and beckoned to the robot behind the potted plant.

"Hello?" He took a few steps to the side of the potted plant, crouched down, and called out a few times like a puppy, "'FRP'? ”

So the robot's newly retracted head reappeared, and the round eyes on the small LED screen embedded in the sphere blinked a few times, and rolled to the man's side with a twist, just looking at Mosilelle's blue simulated eyes full of curiosity and fear.

"Is 'FRP' its nickname?" Mosilaire cautiously took a few steps forward, finally crouching down with him beside the Metal Explorer.

"In fact, 'FRP' is its original name." He patted the little robot on the body and said with a smile, "It's just that everyone dislikes the name and doesn't sound good, so they finally gave it the name 'Alloy Explorer'." ”

"You came up with the name 'FRP', right?" Mosilaire tried to reach out and touch it, but it rolled to the man's other leg as if frightened.

"How do you know?" He raised an eyebrow in surprise and grabbed the little robot back in front of Mosilelle.

"I guess." She didn't stretch out her hand to make fun of herself, but smiled slyly, her eyes bent into tiny crescents.

"Then you're guessing correctly, I should wonder if you secretly learned some kind of mind reading." He clapped his hands and glanced at the time, "Let's go." ”

"A girl's instincts have always been accurate, Barris." Mosilaire gave him a meaningful look before slowly rising from the ground.

"Perhaps, Mosilaire." He didn't seem to notice her eyes at all, "We're going to have to hurry, it's not good to keep others waiting too long." ”

"Of course, let's go."

Barris knew that Mosilere didn't like to use energy-saving power-assisted tracks, so he took Mosilele around the huge 33rd floor on foot, and the cute little robot was always close behind them.

"It's here."

Had he not stopped and pointed to a sign with the words "Neural Resonance Room" inscribed on it, she would have ignored it along with the identical rooms next to her.

"It's okay to lie on your back and on your side, I'm going to go to the control room first."

The dark glass door to the nerve resonance chamber was automatic, and Mosilaire and Barris slammed shut as soon as they walked in.

The room is not large, the ceiling and walls are a reassuring light white, and the machine in the middle of the resonance room is also white, but it is brighter, and the metal surface is flowing in beautiful colors under the light.

"By the way, the abort key for memory regression is '❚❚', if you feel that your personal privacy has been violated or damaged in the process of memory regression, read it directly, and you will immediately get out of the state of resonance." Baris turned his head to remind her before entering the control observation room by the door, "Don't forget, it's '❚❚'." ”

"I see." Mosilaire waved his hand at him: "I won't forget." ”

"What is the abort key?" He was still a little uneasy, "You repeat it again, I'll listen." ”

"It's the Nutcracker, isn't it?" Seeing that his face was about to explode like a volcano, Mosilaire immediately changed his words, "Ahh ”

"It's not fun at all, Mosilelle." He blushed: "You must remember well, the key is '❚❚'." ”

"Got it, the key is '❚❚'." She just repeated it obediently.

"Don't forget!"

"yes, I see."

The door to the control room was quickly closed, and she seemed to be the only one left in the resonance room, but she also knew that there must be many, many people standing behind the black glass of the small control room.

But she didn't have a choice now, just like then. She hated it.

The EEP resonator in the center of the resonance chamber is a cylindrical machine, a bit like an old-time space hibernation capsule, but larger, simpler and more beautiful.

Mosilaire remembered that it seemed to be the first time he had seen such an expensive military instrument, but after a moment's hesitation, he climbed through the white hatch it opened.

The white smoke suddenly spread through the suddenly closed cabin, and Mosilaire didn't know what it was for, so he was a little panicked, but there was not even a visual electronic screen in the resonator with strict anti-static requirements.

Mosilaire felt like a little mouse that had fallen into a coffin, and his breathing began to rapidize in the diffuse milky white breathable gas.

"Take it easy, Miss Mosilaire." Fortunately, a woman's gentle voice rang in her ears—even if she had never heard of her, she certainly never knew her.

"How are ......?"

Mosilaire didn't understand if she could hear it, and only subconsciously answered her.

"Hello." Her voice was still gentle and soothing, calming Mosilaire's pounding heart all the time, "The white mist around you is the alpha anesthetic gas that helps you fall into a deep sleep, it will not cause any damage to your body, and it will not leave any sequelae, please rest assured." ”

"Okay." Mosilaire blinked and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, do you have any recorded or undocumented history of mental illness?"

"I don't think so."

"Okay, the last question, you can choose to answer it or you can choose not to answer it." She paused before continuing, "Have you betrayed the Empire?" ”

Mosilaire was stunned for a moment, but calmly replied that she didn't.

"Good, good."

Mosilaire heard a very soft whisper from the other side, and then she began to read the notes:

"Okay Miss Mosilare, this 'memory retrieval' will strictly comply with the content of Article 4, Paragraph 3 of the citizen's right to privacy, and any act of memory exploration without the permission of the citizen will be regarded as an infringement of the citizen's right to privacy, and the citizen has the right to file a complaint with the disciplinary court for this illegal act and demand corresponding compensation. In addition, the content of this 'memory retrieval' will be automatically deleted after 24 standard hours, and no person or any organ may exceed the authority to manipulate the system for any reason to disseminate and record any channels, and the violator will also be regarded as a serious violation of citizens' privacy, and the victim can file a claim and apologize in accordance with the law, and any information that has been illegally disseminated must be uniformly recovered and destroyed within 12 standard hours, and if there is a failure or failure to meet the requirements, it will be dealt with heavily. ”

"And Miss Mosilare, do you have any questions?" Mosilaire gasped slightly when he heard the woman in the speaker finish the long passage.

"Nope."

"Do you agree with us to conduct a memory search of you❚❚❚❚ year❚❚❚ month❚❚ to ❚❚❚❚ year❚❚❚❚ month❚ day, i.e., the period from your entry into the orbit of Europa 7 to the time you were evacuated from the orbit of Europa 7 with the rescue team?"

“…… I agree. ”

"Okay, the lights in the cabin will go out in two minutes, and during this time I will try to help you relax your mind to better fall into a state of deep sleep."

"yes, okay."

"Then Miss Mosilare, this 'memory retrieval' is about to begin, and the security key that interrupts the neural resonance is '❚❚', and it is important to remember that the security key is '❚❚'."

"One last thing, do you agree with us to conduct a memory search of you❚❚❚❚ year❚❚❚ month❚❚ to ❚❚❚❚ year❚❚❚❚ month❚ day, i.e., the period from your entry into the orbit of Europa 7 to the time when you were evacuated from the orbit of Europa 7 with the rescue team?"

"Yes, I confirm."

"Okay." Mosilaire heard the faint sound of a paper being turned across the street, as if she was looking for something.

"Miss Mosilaire, then, the brief conversation that is about to take place is only for the purpose of relaxing your spirits, and you have the right to stop the conversation at any time."

"Hmm."

"Miss Mosilaire, what's your favorite thing?"

"Money." She answered with little hesitation, and a shrill snickerer erupted from the other side of the speaker, which made Mosilaire frown unhappily.

"Well, okay. So what's your favorite color? There was no personal emotion in her voice.

"I don't know."

"Okay, what's the happiest thing you remember?"

"Hmm...... There are many, I don't know which one to talk about......" Mosilaire had become a little lethargic under the effect of the anesthetic gas.

"Pick and talk about any one." There was finally a gentle smile in her words that went unnoticed.

"I ......"

Before he could say anything, Mosilaire suddenly felt his body lighten and his consciousness dissipated along with the little glimmer around him.