Chapter 8

Yes, what is the inducement?

It has been a long time since Doug had the courage to recall what happened in the past. He only knew that he was scared, nauseous, and running away.

He remembered that he had participated in three wars in total.

The first time, he was twenty years old and went to the front line with two good brothers, thinking that heroes emerge in troubled times and he wanted to fight for fame and honor.

The first time he killed someone, he had no skills at all and was a nobody.

Only the sound of gunfire was forever etched in his memory.

The second time was when he was twenty-two years old. He had only been home for two months to rest, and the new scar of the wound was twisted on his body.

He said goodbye to his wife, picked up his gun, and went with his brothers.

He was still alive, and so were his brothers, except that one of them had deserted and was discovered and executed in the camp.

Of course, Doge knew that military discipline was a taboo and deserting the battlefield was a taboo, but Doge was unwilling to think clearly about the fact that a life, whether lightly or heavily, died in fear and died before peace.

He couldn't figure it out, and didn't even know who he was fighting for. Are these wars really necessary?

This year, he was promoted to captain of a team of twenty people.

This official was not a high-ranking official. When his subordinates died, new ones were replaced, and then they died again.

The last time was when he was twenty-five years old, and his last close friend died in artillery fire.

He didn't want anything, and he didn't know what he was thinking at the time. He just knew that he was too tired.

He braved the flames and stumbled back with a broken arm, carrying the body of his best friend on his back.

It was not until he reached the city of Belu that he finally qualified to retire due to his disability.

Ji Huai was feeling very uncomfortable and his face was swollen.

"Have a good rest." Yun Piancheng pinched Ji Huai and spoke in a gentle tone.

Ji Huai blinked, ran upstairs, squatted at the window of the study, and basked in the sun with his eyes closed.

Sun, hot, Yunyun taught.

He didn't like Doge's emotions, which contained a hint of deception.

This is an emotion that is difficult to distinguish between good and bad, and it can easily cause him to suffer from indigestion.

“I can’t rest,” Doc said, his left hand resting on his knee, his head bowed, his shoulder bones jutting out. “I don’t know…I don’t know how to get out of this.”

"Are you sure... have you told me everything?" Yun Piancheng's gaze was the same as before, impartial and without any other emotions.

Doug remained silent and said nothing.

He didn't know what kind of power had supported him as he stumbled through the story of the three wars. Now that he had lost that power, his hidden emotions rebounded and suddenly exploded like a spark ignited by a fuse.

Doug's whole body was shaking, and he squeezed out a hoarse voice from his body: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"You informed on me." Yun Piancheng said concisely.

She had seen many such remarks and knew the system in the military camp in the early years.

There was no account of his military exploits and the specific reasons for becoming the captain, no anger at his close friend who escaped and was arrested and executed for reporting the incident, only pain and sadness.

Doug was promoted for his meritorious reporting, and he even executed his friend with his own hands.

So when she first arrived in Belu City, the stimulated Doge kept saying not to kill him, because he was forced to do so.

Doug cried bitterly.

A large cloud floated over, blocking the bright sunlight, and the living room suddenly became dark.

Yun Piancheng did not continue to speak to provoke Duoge, but just turned on the light computer to control the lighting system and turned on the ceiling light in the living room.

The lights designed by Hessel are warm orange, like the color of sunset, calling lost birds back to their nests.

Doug hadn't cried like this for a long time. Since losing his first best friend, he had almost cried all his tears out.

It is said that men don't shed tears easily, but he was too regretful, too sad, and too guilty.

It's too angry.

Doge's strength was completely drained away in tears.

The water on the table had been finished, so Yun Piancheng picked up the water cup and refilled it with a cup of sugar and salt water.

Doug still had his head down and did not respond.

Until Yun Piancheng gently touched his only remaining hand with a cup of water of moderate temperature.

Because of his emotions, Doug's hands and feet were cold. When he came into contact with this temperature, it felt like he was burned. His hands trembled violently, and his attention was diverted back.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

With a hoarse voice, he took the cup of water and drank several sips before putting it back on the table.

Seeing this, Yun Piancheng handed him a tissue.

"Don't be sorry," Yun Piancheng said, "How are you feeling now? Are you ready to continue?"

This foreign psychologist's approach was really cold and harsh, unlike the soft-spoken counselors before.

But it seems that he really needs someone to force him to face the facts.

Blindly comforting him with tenderness will only make him escape.

Taking a deep breath, Doug replied: "I can do it, please."

"Have you tried to do anything for him over the years?" Yun Piancheng asked.

Fear of conflict, death and artillery fire is only one part of post-war PTSD. The real cause of Doc's illness, which has made him feel guilty for many years, is the fear of conflict, death and artillery fire.

"He... had no family of his own, and his parents weren't in good health. After hearing the news of his death... I brought his body back, built a grave... and buried him by the lake, his favorite place in his life."

"I don't know how to make it up to him. I don't know..."

"He hates me and often comes to me in my dreams, saying he wants to kill me and asking me why I would... betray him."

"He said he just wanted to go home."

"...Have you ever gone to pay tribute to him?" Yun Piancheng paused and lowered his eyes, not knowing what he remembered.

Doug raised his head and slowly lowered it again: "...No."

"Try to write him a letter, burn it for him, and visit him by the lake more often... I can go with you." Yun Piancheng's voice finally showed some signs of fatigue, "Don't be afraid."

"...Okay," Doug agreed, looking at the sunlight that had reappeared outside the window. It was now tinged with orange and no longer glaring. "It's getting late. Sorry to bother you."

After saying this, Doug stood up and walked towards the entrance.

Yun Piancheng watched Douge leave until the door was closed and the room returned to silence. Then he closed his eyes and let himself sink into the sofa, not moving for a long time.

So tired.

So disgusting.

Death to war, death to me.

I can't die.

Feeling the sharp stimulation of negative emotions, Ji Huai opened his round eyes wide, rushed out, stumbled down the stairs, and rushed to Yun Piancheng at lightning speed.

"Yunyun!" Ji Huai shouted.

Yun Piancheng didn't open his eyes to look at Ji Huai, but just let out another deep breath.

Not caring whether he could digest so many emotions, Ji Huai opened his mouth directly.

eat!

At this moment, Yun Piancheng was like a lonely, rotating source of negative emotions, continuously stuffing energy into Ji Huai's mouth.

Ji Huai felt uncomfortable because he was full, but he saw Yun Piancheng still frowning tightly, crying while eating, with tears as big as beans falling down, and his body turned blue.

Feeling the wetness coming from his body, Yun Piancheng finally opened his eyes and reached out to take Ji Huai away.

But the little blue ball in front of him began to glow.

The next second, Yun Piancheng's body sank, and the naked and delicate boy replaced the little blue ball, sitting astride Yun Piancheng's waist, shedding tears.

"Hold on...it's so uncomfortable..." Ji Huai sobbed, wiping his tears with his slender white hands, but he still insisted on absorbing the negative emotions, "Yunyun...don't be sad..."

"I can't eat it anymore... I'm useless..."

Yun Piancheng opened his eyes wide and his brain stopped working for a moment.

So white, so beautiful.

Ji Huai is still young, I can't commit a crime, Yun Piancheng closed his eyes in despair.

"I'm fine, be good, don't cry." Yun Piancheng, whose attention was diverted, gently patted Ji Huai's smooth and delicate thighs, and comforted Ji Huai with patience and tenderness that he had rarely seen in his life. "Get up first. You can eat the rest of your emotions when you are hungry. Store them with me first, okay?"

Ji Huai put down his hand, his eyes were red, tears were hanging on his long and thick eyelashes, he sobbed softly, and his wet eyes met Yun Piancheng's eyes.

He tilted his head: "Really... are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Get up first and I'll find you something to wear."

The clear eyes stared at Yun Piancheng, making the usually cold-faced marshal's ears start to turn red.

"Oh..." Ji Huai wiped away his tears again, then slowly got up from Yun Piancheng. His body swayed and he fell into the soft sofa. He turned sideways and continued to stare at Yun Piancheng.

Yun Piancheng didn't know whether he should leave at this moment. His heart was in a mess. Finally, he turned on the light computer and asked the housework robot to bring down a shirt.

The robot was very fast, with a black shirt on a small tray on its head.

"Put it on first." Yun Piancheng took the clothes and handed them to Ji Huai who was lying on the sofa.

Ji Huai blinked: "No."

Yun Piancheng, who only knows how to take care of himself, resigns himself to his fate, touches Ji Huai's delicate skin, and teaches him how to put on clothes.

Ji Huai stood up from the sofa after putting on his clothes. He was still in the growth stage and was not tall, looking only 1.65 meters. Yun Piancheng's shirt was very loose on him, revealing two straight legs, which were shining in the warm light.

The black color makes Ji Huai look even whiter.

His eyes are innocent and clear, like a little animal that is ignorant of the world.

Yun Piancheng exhaled again and closed his eyes.

Damn it.

——

"Lieutenant General, we have thoroughly searched this galaxy and checked all outsiders against the database, but there is no trace of that person."

"Except for the suspicious people in one place..."

"explain."

Meng Xun stood beside the starship, facing the porthole, gazing at the vast universe and the flowing galaxy.

"Planet X-176 is a famous planet for conscription. It has a vegetation coverage rate of 73% and a water coverage rate of 26%. It has a small population, and all human activities are concentrated in a small city called Belu."

"They have a video that went viral. It's of a psychologist from the Capital Planet. The time he appeared matches the time he disappeared."

"How could an emotional monster like her give psychological counseling to others? It's not her. Let's check again." Meng Xun's tone remained flat, but his eyes trembled slightly.

"Yes." The soldier responded and retreated.

Finally, Meng Xun was the only one left in the room. He used the light brain to activate the special function to block the surveillance, then stretched his stiff neck and body, raised his legs high a few times and stretched his waist.

"Fuck, I'm really frustrated. I've been pretending to be an honest person for several days."

Meng Xun used the authority of his main account to search for the information and contact information of the current person in power in Belu City, copied it and gave it to his secondary account.

Then he controlled the optical computer to send a message to the person in power using both the main and secondary accounts.

Hmm...

After sending the message, Meng Xun began to feel distressed.

Theoretically, he shouldn't go looking for Yun Piancheng at this time. If he does it improperly, Yun Piancheng's position may be exposed in advance.

But Meng Xun didn't care whether Yun Piancheng had any secret plans that he couldn't tell him specifically and were waiting to be implemented. Anyway, nothing could hinder his own plan.

Although I don’t know if this Cheng Yun is her vest...

But that didn't stop him from trying.

The message showed that it had been delivered, and Meng Xun was in a good mood. However, when he thought about what he had to do next, he became depressed again and punched the air a few times with a feeling of bitterness and hatred.

Then clear the chat history, return to the previous action, turn off the blocking function, and expose yourself to surveillance.

Oh, continue working.