I'll give the admiral a life

After being put into the closed box, the heterogeneous source stone will appear in a dead state, no matter how it is triggered, it will appear as a general silicide.

Can't even catch the energy check.

The analysis room is the most special room on the starship. Even the shell material is black carbon, a mineral that can block all energy from spreading.

"how's the progress?"

The man in the white coat pushed his glasses and analyzed: "I thought that an origin stone should be a kind of fossil active substance, but now it seems that it is more like a parasitic species."

There were only three people in the analysis room, and a large number of beakers and petri dishes were placed on the test bench at the side. The heterogeneous source stone was placed in the isolation area on the second floor for real-time monitoring.

The man got up, stood next to the electronic translucency instrument, and projected the heterogeneous interior on the holographic table. According to the monitoring status, the analysis equipment continuously analyzed it.

Roja couldn't understand the data on the light screen, and finally asked directly: "Doctor An, is it related to the virus?"

"No, I'm more inclined to be a kind of microangstrom mental bacteria."

Klaus was thinking. He was not only thinking about the characteristics of the alien origin stone, but after hearing Dr. An say "spiritual bacteria", he somehow remembered the waking scream before his consciousness was dispersed.

"Since we have samples, let's stay in Huacheng Star for a while to analyze the source stones. Roja, please contact Anthony in advance and ask him to give us the permission to land."

"Okay." But Roja squinted his eyes and rubbed his chin, and whispered: "But why do I feel that Captain, you are doing private work for the sake of cutie?"

"Go away."

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Mr. Qilu is a good man!

Pudding hugged the little cake Qilu Sai gave him, obediently sat on the rocking chair made of straw and rattan, and listened to Qilu tell the story of the interstellar voyage.

From time to time, he sighed 'Wow~~~'!

"So, the so-called murlocs don't just refer to mermaids, they may also be monsters with a fish head on the upper body and long legs on the lower body."

"Hmm... that sounds ugly, so do they drop pearls when they cry?"

Qi Lu seemed to think of something, with an ugly expression: "They generally don't cry, and they don't have eyelids. When they cry, they are basically in a state of defense, and acid is sprayed from the corners of their eyes."

Pudding's eyes widened when he heard this, and he didn't even eat the cake.

Qi Lu looked at Pudding, smiled and said: "So, the price of a mermaid is 300 times that of a murloc, and a murloc is worthless at all, basically being..."

Pudding swallowed, trembling and asked curiously, "By what?"

Qi Lu suddenly leaned close to Pudding's ear, and said grimly, "Eat it!"

Pudding was so frightened that he almost fell off the rocking chair, stabilized himself, hugged the rocking chair firmly, and asked firmly, "Okay...is it delicious?"

puff!

"Of course." Qi Lu tried hard to flatten the corners of his mouth. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to tease this little guy: "Do you know that on our ship, many little things that don't do anything are sold."

"Those cheap ones, our captain said directly, use them for frying, he likes to eat them."

Pudding took a breath, with disbelief written all over his face.

"Little pudding, what about you? Could it be that the captain wants to eat pudding?"

"I...me? I can do things!"

"Oh?" Qi Lu became interested, and calmly stretched out his paws to grab Pudding's head and put it on, shaking his dumb hair: "What will you do?"

"I...I can draw?"

"Ah, it's really good to be able to draw." Qi Lu praised, but the next sentence was a blow: "But we don't need painters on board."

Pudding was almost made to cry by Qi Lu, he thought about it hard, and asked weakly: "Is it okay to make dessert?"

After speaking, he subconsciously stuffed the cake into his mouth, as if rushing to swallow his last meal.

"That's pretty good, too, but our chef hates being choked up, and he'd probably be happy to make you into a pudding first."

Holy crap, what kind of ship is this?

Pudding hurriedly thought hard about what he would do, but he didn't notice Qi Lu's suppressed smile and the sound of footsteps behind him.

"What are you doing?"

Klaus looked at Qi Lu who was lazy and Pudding who was frowning, and thought this scene was a bit funny.

"Ah, it's nothing." Qi Lu smiled, but didn't say the joke, but asked, "Where's Roja?"

"I was left behind by Ann."

"Tsk, what a pity, Dr. An has been used as a guinea pig for drug testing again." Qi Lu rubbed his forehead, goosebumps trembled all over the floor.

"What about you?" Klaus raised his eyebrows, seeing that the hamster was still wandering in the sky, and he didn't realize that he was here, feeling a little dissatisfied.

Aware of Klaus' emotions, Qi Lu's eyes flashed with surprise: "I told the little guy about our interstellar voyage, maybe the little guy was scared."

After speaking, he made himself laugh. Under Klaus' inexplicable comment, Qilu coughed twice and said, "Then what, I should go back and hand over the matter."

"Go." Klaus nodded. He was still standing silently behind Pudding and watching, as if to see when the duck-headed mouse would discover his existence.

Qi Lu was about to leave, but accidentally saw Klaus's expression, and was slightly taken aback.

He opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"Huh?" Klaus looked at him suspiciously.

"It's nothing." Qi Lu shook his head: "By the way, Captain, you can also watch the rest group when you have time."

It was rare for this group of idlers to hear the captain's gossip, and the chat was in full swing. Among them, Roja was the most excited, and he even claimed to be a first-hand intelligence specialist.

Are you so free?

The work is not saturated.

Klaus guessed that it was time to help his subordinates do some work.

Pudding was still thinking hard about what he could do, but after thinking about it for a long time, he regrettably found that he only knew how to use public skills——

Eat, drink, sleep.

No matter how it sounds, it sounds like a waste snack that has been fattened up and eaten.

"That... a little bit of mental therapy, does that count?" Pudding raised his head and asked in a weak voice, not confident.

But looking up, he found that there was no one in front of him?

What about people? ?

"Do you still have psychiatric treatment?"

Hey!

Frightened by the familiar voice behind him, Pudding opened his mouth and said, "Don't eat me!"

"Eat you?" What is this brat thinking?

Klaus helped the little hamster who was unstable on the rocking chair. Seeing that the pudding still had a small cake in his mouth, he smiled angrily and took away the half-eaten cake.

Pudding sniffled, feeling aggrieved: "I know a little bit of mental healing, so don't eat me, okay?"

Although weak, compared with my parents, my mental treatment is almost equivalent to scratching an itch, without any practical effect.

Unknowingly, Klaus also sat on the rocking chair. He realized that Little Pudding was pale, recalled Qi Lu's slightly embarrassed expression just now, and always felt that this guy had dug a big hole for himself before leaving.

"How do you know how to heal mentally?" The voice was gentle and a little probing, but there was no malice.

Pudding turned his head and found that the man was always very close to him, which made him a little uncomfortable.

Pudding scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "My parents taught me."

No one has ever heard of the fact that the mistress of the Fanertos family can heal mentally.

Spiritual healing is a very rare talent, using mental power to treat the rescued, and even solve diseases that cannot be reached by the treatment cabin.

It's a pity that there are too few spiritual therapists.

Klaus said seriously to Pudding: "Apart from me, you are not allowed to tell anyone about this?"

Pudding didn't know why Klaus said that, but it sounded like he was doing it for his own good, so he nodded quickly.

After being frightened by Qi Lu, Pudding only dared to nest in the corner of the rocking chair, and Klaus could only comfort him: "I don't know what Qi Lu told you, but it's probably true."

"Fake?" Pudding blinked, his expression slightly tangled: "Don't you like eating murlocs?"

"what?"

Who the hell eats that stuff? !

Klaus's expression cracked in an instant, and he stared blankly at a certain hamster who couldn't stop talking.

Pudding's eyes wandered, and he couldn't help but tore off a leaf, and said in a low voice, "Then do you like pudding?"

Klaus was expressionless.

No, I don't like to eat.

It's just that I suddenly want to eat hamsters, the fat ones.

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It's late for business trip these two days, I'm sorry