Sword and Magic and Taxi

Even if he is a bad person, so bad that he only wants to destroy, corrupt, distort, and pollute, so bad that he begins to destroy as soon as he is born, just like Melkor, he will still have something to learn from. Whether it is improving or alerting yourself, it is beneficial.

The same goes for ghosts. It is now known that they were the result of ancient scientific experiments and became a terrible force that brought disaster to this galaxy. And they are also called the Naikos Cleanup Army. According to Zhao Mai's understanding, they may have expanded to multiple worlds. God knows how many terrible things they have done. But in the final analysis, their birth is a collection of the wisdom of the ancients, the wisdom of a race that created interstellar portals. Along the way, Zhao Mai was feeling and learning about this spacecraft, establishing communication with it, and wanted to understand the wisdom from it.

It is wisdom rather than technology, there is a difference between the two. Zhao Mai didn't think that he could restore the ghost's energy cannon or learn to fly faster than light by swiping his finger across the bulkhead of the spacecraft and then communicating with the natural force. That's not learning, it's cheating... What Zhao Mai is trying to understand is why this ghost ship can survive in space, what is the pattern of this creature, and what kind of environment does its vitality depend on. Like a druid who has never seen a glacier, studying polar bears.

It's very interesting, really interesting. Zhao Mai used the force of nature to detect the spacecraft as he walked, naturally looking a little lost. Reserve Liang would nudge Zhao Mai with his head from time to time to help him adjust his direction of travel to prevent him from going astray following his sense of discovery. When walking past a wall, Zhao Mai suddenly stopped and put both hands on the wall.

Mike, we don't have time to stay. Shepard said: According to the map, we are only two areas away from the bridge!

Zhao Mai signaled him to stop talking, and then scratched the wall with ten fingers as if scratching an itch. No one understood what he was doing, but the ghost battleship understood. It felt very comfortable, so it unfolded the outer layer of the wall, exposing the energy and signal pipes behind it.

All walls are repetitions of similar structures: a protective shell that is both tough and hard and is said to allow energy weapons to slide away; then there is a layer with repair and warning capabilities. The protective layer is also the main force-bearing layer, just like the muscles of the human body; underneath is the part that supplies energy and signals, like blood vessels and nerve networks; the core is the support structure, which also has the ability to regenerate all other surrounding tissues. ability.

Zhao Mai gently strokes the muscle layer with his hands to make it feel comfortable, pleasant and relaxed, so that no alarm signal is generated. Seeing Zhao Mai's skillful technique, Li Liang stuck out his tongue, turned over and exposed his belly like a conditioned reflex, and whined twice. Dogian came over with a smile and wanted to stretch out his hand to scratch the dog, but when he saw that the reserve food stood up, he just licked Dogian's fingers with his tongue.

Wow, what a strong energy signal and information flow. Rodney looked at the device inside the wall. I think if I can get the signal over, maybe I can figure out the technology used on this ship, and I can control the ship from here without having to go to the bridge!

Good idea, Shepard said, Rodney, you stay here and do this while we move on.

What, I'm here alone? Rodney shook his head: I think you need someone on the bridge who knows what you are doing.

Zhao Mai let out a shh, used his psychic powers to separate the membrane wrapping the internal tissues, held the blood vessels and ganglions to separate them sideways, and then stretched his hand in. A sticky, cool feeling came from the fingertips, and at the same time there was a strong but slow breath of life. The entire spacecraft is in a state of near hibernation most of the time, just like a ghost. Even when it is cruising the universe, it is half asleep and half awake. Only when he enters the fighting state and continuously fires high-energy energy beams can he wake up. But Zhao Mai felt that this spacecraft was far from exciting.

Zhao Mai was curious about the information transmitted by the ghosts in the nerve bundles, but he was not very interested. His fingers slid through the organ dripping with oily substance until they touched the black core supporting bone and stopped. He gently scratched the wall with his left hand, letting it relax, don't be nervous, don't be nervous...

Combining psychic powers and the ability to shape with magic, Zhao Mai made a small hole in the bone where his fingertips were in contact, and then put the Z-worm in. Inside the bones, there are reserve substances used to regenerate and repair the surrounding hull, and contain a considerable amount of organ tissue information. As an extension of Zhao Mai's senses, the Z-worm is eagerly and diligently absorbing these substances, storing them in its own body, and waiting to learn slowly.

The wall in front of Zhao Mai gradually closed, which showed that the ghost battleship felt uncomfortable and wanted to react. Shh...it's okay, I won't hurt you, don't worry, relax. Zhao Mai kept comforting it, making the battleship feel that it was only a small problem, as if it was accidentally touched or scratched. You can handle it yourself, no need to notify the ghosts. Zhao Mai also knows that this kind of thing needs to be controlled at a certain level. Pulling out one or two hairs is nothing, but if a piece of hair is bald, it will definitely make people anxious.

Moderation is key. He didn't want to test the limits of the ghost battleship, so he quickly withdrew his hand slowly, and before leaving, he used the force of nature to help its wounds heal. He slowly withdrew his hand, restoring the blood vessels and nerve bundles to their original state, and the walls slowly closed on their own. Zhao Mai shook off the mucus on his hands, then patted the wall and said, Good boy, such a good boy.

This is a ghost battleship. It can hardly be called a child, right? Tyra didn't understand. She was influenced by ghost thinking, and to a certain extent she regarded the battleship simply as a tool. Zhao Mai didn't think so. He discovered that although the battleship was affected by the ghost transformation project, it was not essentially a creature of the same origin as the ghost.

You're right, it has grown so big that it can no longer be considered a child. Zhao Mai suddenly thought of an idea and fell into deep thought again. He has been acting so strange since he boarded the ship, and everyone doesn't take it seriously. Xiaohua could understand what Zhao Mai was doing, and Diana was very curious about his state.

She felt like she had seen a look similar to I'm going to have a bad idea somewhere.