"That's it...... So much to get back. ”

Wang Xiangbing handed the sealed bag to Shang Lu, wanted to say something, but stopped talking, and only pinched his shoulder hard.

Shang Lu sat at his workstation, silently unwrapped the bag, shook out a palm-sized, charred piece and poured it on the table, and the words "OPMs" could be faintly seen. Shang Lu was so familiar with it that he could tell at a glance where it came from, and he remembered what it looked like when it was complete.

This is a fragment of a helmet.

"I searched for more than a month......," Wang Xiangbing stood on the side, "I really tried my best." ”

"Does she have a family?" Shang Lu asked softly.

"Nope."

"Does she have any friends?"

"The base has thought about it, so it can only be sent here."

Shang Lu waved his hand weakly, Lao Wang bowed and fled from the office, he didn't look at the other party's eyes from beginning to end, he didn't dare to look, he didn't dare to imagine what kind of dead eyes he would see - but in fact, Shang Lu was not as excited and sad as he imagined, he was just silent, just dazed and at a loss, as if he didn't know what kind of expression to use to face this piece of shard, which had been scorched by thousands of degrees Celsius, he gently stroked the edge of its melt roll with his hand, and thought inexplicably that this thing was quite burned.

What material is this?

Today, 151 announced the suspension of the search and rescue of the Red Lotus, and everyone tried their best to conduct a dragnet search in an area of more than 100,000 square kilometers, which lasted for more than a month, and finally found only two things, half of the computing core of the Red Lotus, and a palm-sized fragment of the OPMs-BCI system helmet, that half of the computing core can be preserved relatively intact because the Red Lotus took off her head when she re-entered the atmosphere, curled up and held it in her arms.

The search and rescue department said that there may not be only so many relics, but the scattered area is too large and fragmented, and it is impossible to conduct a comprehensive search with the current human ability, and the Kármán line is too high.

The Kármán line is too high.

So high, so high that it left the human world, high enough to reach the realm and realm of the gods...... How did she get in? It's incredible, this crazy woman beyond imagination.

Shang Lu returned to 151 a week ago, and he was subjected to strict scrutiny in the rear for half a month, but unexpectedly the superiors did not seem to intend to hold him too responsible for his misdeeds, and still respected his wishes and put him back in his original unit, but only gave him a major demerit and canceled the qualification for the next three years, Shang Lu guessed that there were two main factors, one was that Red Lotus successfully intercepted the sword angel, and the other was Old Man Ji.

Mr. Ji gave him a crumpled form, which was stamped with a bunch of bright red seals, signed a lot of people's names, and finally the clear organizational appraisal opinion "This comrade is not suitable to continue to engage in the work related to the forward base", Shang Lu was dumbfounded, but Old Man Ji casually tore up the piece of paper, and then said lightly, "I will press it for you this time, don't go crazy in the future."

The workshop was so happy that a grand welcome ceremony was organized, and Bai Shu hugged him in front of him, crying profusely, saying that if you are sentenced to death, I will be the bailiff who shoots, and I will definitely let you die a happy death.

Shang Lu hugged her and looked around, and asked where is Honglian? What's going on with Red Lotus now?

Bai Shu's cry was cut off in an instant, and the audience was silent.

Shang Lu pinched the hard piece with his hand, and then released it to see the char stained on his fingers, he thought of a lot of ways for her, for her to think about how to survive from a height of 100,000 meters, for her to think about whether there was a better and safer way, although a month had passed, he still couldn't stop thinking so, all kinds of crazy thoughts swelled, struggling to break free from his skull and fly out of the window, it seemed that the meteor that the girl turned into had not yet landed, and they still had time to catch her.

But Shang Lu knows in his heart, everyone knows in their hearts, friction will produce a high temperature of 2,000 degrees Celsius when re-entering the atmosphere, and steel can be melted, which is a force that love can't resist or hate, whether she loves you or hates you, it will dissipate in the sky when she crosses the sky.

She still hates me, does she? In that falling, boiling, flame-encompassing cage, she hated me.

Hate me all the time.

Shang Lu slowly buried his head in the crook of his arm, lying quietly on the table and not moving, the light of the giant machinery workshop penetrated through the window of the office, like a sunset on the mountain.

Bai Shu quietly entered the door and stood beside Shang Lu for a long time, she didn't know if he was asleep or awake, so she bent down and whispered in his ear:

"Do you remember that day? On the morning of the Knife Angel's raid on 151, she came to me and said that there was a place for one more person in the cockpit. ”

Shang Lu didn't move, probably really asleep, Bai Shu quietly exited the office, turned his head when he went out, and saw that someone seemed to be gently stroking his short black hair in the breeze.

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Tang Di frowned, crossed his arms and crossed Erlang's legs, and on the desk in front of him was the suitcase that broke down, the so-called high-tech, top-level security, with its own sending system, and a safe that could be found as long as it was not thrown on the moon - it was dropped before the battle, in principle, the box that only two people could open in the entire 151 was opened by a third person, and all the chips and drugs stored in it were gone, so that Tang Di and 151's battle plan was completely frustrated and forced to be invalidated.

He picked up the phone and dialed:

"Hello? Brother Wang? Yes, yes, me, can you hear me? ”

The opposite side is very courteous:

"Yo, congratulations, I heard that the director you have recently been promoted to the vice president of the base, and you will be called Mr. Tang in the future, when will you come to Chengdu, Mr. Tang?" Let's get together. ”

"Brother Wang, let's gossip less, I have something serious, did you find the number I asked you to help check last time?" Tang Di lowered his head and rubbed the small LCD screen on the suitcase, he pressed the button, and the display scrolled with the identification codes of all the boxes that had been opened.

"Oh oh checked it, as soon as you told me last time, I asked my colleagues in the archives department to check it, and the identification code is GAASBCIG0007, right?"

"Yes."

"There's information, it's a dead man."

Tang Di was stunned.

"What?"

"Mr. Tang, do you have a fax machine over there? I'll pass it on to you. ”

The fax machine rang "zizzly", and the truth that Tang Di sought was revealed by the fax machine little by little, and he finally found the culprit who caused all the problems and mistakes, but unexpectedly, the blurry black and white photo showed a young strange woman, about the age of her early twenties, with short ear-length hair, and a somewhat lazy expression.

In the name column of this profile sheet, there are only two simple Chinese characters:

Shang Jun.

(End of chapter)