Chapter 131 A Beautiful Dream and a Coma "Buzz—!" ...
"Buzz—!"
A tremendous roar echoed above the Federal Parliament building. A strangely shaped starship landed, its hatch opened, and several Zerg envoys clad in armor stepped out.
The leading insectoid envoy was clearly insectoid in form, with intricate insect patterns on his cheeks, and possessed formidable strength. Two antennae on his head trembled incessantly, making it immediately apparent that he was of ant-like origin.
General Lin, with a stiff smile on his usually serious face, led the way in welcoming the Zerg envoy and successfully led him to the peace negotiation meeting room.
A few people in the crowd whispered among themselves. Someone next to Pei Qing nudged him and said, "It seems that the Zerg are really going to form an alliance with the Federation this time. Their attitude is very friendly."
"Why do you say that? Is that what you call friendliness?" Pei Qian was a little confused. She suspected that her definition of friendliness was different. No matter how she looked at it, she couldn't see any friendliness on the cold and hard faces of those insectoid envoys.
"Sigh, you're still young, it's normal that you don't know." The speaker was older and had participated in an interstellar trade conference organized by the Federation several years ago, which was also attended by Zerg representatives.
"You wouldn't believe it, those dead bugs started causing trouble as soon as they landed, clearly not wanting to participate properly in the trade conference. They almost blew up the parliament building. In the end, in order not to violate the principle of peace, the Federation had to transfer some rights, and only then did those bugs quiet down and go back." The speaker sighed, "So I say, the Zerg's attitude this time can really be considered friendly."
"Oh, I see." Pei Qing nodded in agreement.
As soon as the Zerg envoy's figure disappeared through the doorway, the crowd erupted into a heated discussion.
"By the way, have you heard? That guy from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is here too..." "What? He's here too? He hasn't been back to the capital planet for many years..."
"Yes, yes, so the fact that he's here means the peace talks are basically a done deal..." "That guy is indeed very capable. If it weren't for him, the Federation wouldn't have been able to coexist peacefully with the Zerg for so many years. Although he has a bad reputation, his abilities are truly remarkable..."
Everyone completely let loose, discussing gossip and scandals with great enthusiasm.
"You're all concerned about his skills, but am I the only one who cares about his looks? Do you remember those photos that circulated before? It's unbelievable, how can there be such a charming person in the world..."
"Speaking of which, how old is he? He doesn't look any different at all. And it's not like he got that position because he had those kinds of relationships with his senior executives... you know, that kind of relationship... I heard someone even bumped into him before, hehe..."
"Sigh, if I could sleep with that guy even once, I'd die happy..." "You? Forget about it!" "Hey! What do you mean? Why can't I? I'll offer myself up after the meeting!"
Pei Qing was completely confused. Why were they arguing for no reason? Who were they talking about? Judging from their tone, it seemed to be a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who was exceptionally beautiful?
"No, no, no, that person's appearance isn't just outstanding, it's breathtaking! No, even the word 'feeling' isn't enough to describe it. Anyway, he has a unique attraction, you know..." The person next to her winked at her ambiguously, and Pei Qing realized that she had accidentally spoken her true feelings out loud.
During the discussion, a hovercar drove in and stopped precisely in front of the gate. The door slowly opened, revealing first a pointed leather shoe with a satin red sole, connecting to a slender, bony ankle.
A languid yet magnetic voice then rang out, like the sound of a cello playing at a banquet.
Good day, everyone.
As the person who made the voice revealed their full identity, the crowd fell silent instantly.
She was a stunningly beautiful woman with an oriental charm, delicate and slender, with jet-black hair, dark eyes, a beautiful forehead, arched eyebrows, and skin as smooth as jade. Her almond-shaped eyes were slightly curved, and a small mole at the corner of her eye was as vibrant as vermilion, adding a touch of allure.
It seems that even the most lavish praises would fall short of describing his beauty; it was a beauty beyond human comprehension. He only needed to stand there quietly, without uttering a word, to draw all eyes to him.
Those who had just been engaged in a heated discussion were now speechless, staring motionless like a group of frozen sculptures.
"Minister! The meeting is about to begin!"
"Okay, let's go." Pei Yu nodded slightly, raised his eyes, and paused almost imperceptibly as he glanced in a certain direction.
The crowd spontaneously parted to make way for it, watching it gradually disappear.
Nearly five minutes passed before someone spoke up, “Oh my god, I can’t believe it! We just…saw…” “A real person is far more shocking than a hologram! I simply can’t believe it!” “…I’m so stunned, you know… Oh, I have to tell my friends I saw a living one…”
Pei Qing stood there holding the recorder, gazing thoughtfully in the direction the man had left. Had he just glanced at her?
Had they met before? Why did that look in her eyes seem like she was reminiscing about someone from the past? Pei Qing suddenly felt a sharp pain in her mind, as if something had been touched. Scattered fragments of memory surged in, a familiar face flashing by, but when she tried to see it more clearly, the fragment vanished abruptly.
Before she could think it over, a staff member arrived and led Pei Qing into the conference room to the round table.
With a "beep" from the recorder, the Federation-Imperial peace talks officially began.
As the main recorder for this meeting, Pei Qing needed to keep a close eye on the recorder for a long time to prevent any deviation or damage during the process.
Both sides at this peace meeting possessed extremely high mental strength, and troops were stationed outside the building. Excessively high frequencies of mental energy could merge and create fluctuating forces, potentially damaging or deviating from intelligent technology. In such situations, the recorder's responsibility was to make timely corrections, and, if necessary, manually record the information using older machines.
The meeting lasted a long time, a full nine hours, with only two interruptions. Fortunately, the recorder only needed to be replaced once, when it was damaged when a Zerg envoy, who was too excited, dropped it while gesturing wildly.
Despite some minor hiccups, the Federation-Imperial peace talks concluded smoothly and successfully overall.
As everyone stood up and left the venue, the stunningly beautiful Minister of Foreign Affairs, whose scandalous affairs were rampant, seemingly touched Pei Qing's finger as she passed by.
Pei Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she almost dropped the recorder. Seeing her embarrassed expression, the black-haired beauty smiled slightly, then turned and left.
Was he just mocking her? Absolutely! That old geezer!
Pei Qing was filled with impotent rage. After internally ranting, she put away the recorder and began to examine it frame by frame. Throughout the meeting, she used her mental energy to search for any assimilation information, but she found nothing unusual or any signs of assimilation.
Everything was going too smoothly. The Zerg were stubborn and arrogant, and Pei Qing did not believe that a race that had survived for thousands of years would agree to an alliance with the Federation simply because of the increased frequency of Zerg, and had not even put forward any further profitable trade and political demands.
This is highly unusual; anything going too smoothly is the most abnormal thing. Pei Qing is more inclined to believe that the clansman hiding in the shadows has concealed something, or altered the form of some material or spiritual existence—these are all possibilities.
If the intelligence data provided by Feng Lin is accurate, then she and that other member of her race may be the only remaining special species in this universe. This species is so unique that there are no precedents to study, so they have no way of knowing what changes or fluctuations have occurred.
The information gap was too vast, and Pei Qing felt an increasing headache, a deep sense of powerlessness welling up inside her. What could she do? What else could she do? She wasn't even considered a complete race, neither in terms of complete memories nor abilities.
They didn't even know the other party's direct purpose, let alone carry out any targeted plans. This feeling was unbearable, like being thrown into the inside of a black hole and waiting to die in isolated space.
"Knock knock knock." Someone was knocking on the door.
"What is it?" Pei Qing put away the recorder and imported the data into the computer, making two copies.
"Assistant Pei, we need you to conduct an interview with a member of parliament."
"Okay, just a moment." Pei Qing replied verbally, but inwardly she was grumbling. Didn't Feng Lin say that she could stay here and someone would pick her up and take her to the research institute later? What interview was she going to do in such a short time? So much trouble for so little money. Those evil capitalists.
Pei Qing opened the door, and heard something fall behind her, but she didn't pay it any mind. The staff member, with a polite smile, gestured for her to enter.
The staff member's facial expressions were flawless, and his gait was precise and methodical, seemingly without any abnormalities. But Pei Qing felt that something was amiss; everything was too perfect, as if they were performing simulated actions according to a fixed mechanical program.
The corridor grew darker and darker as we walked, the dim lighting giving it a somewhat eerie feel.
Pei Qing shuddered. "How much longer until we arrive?"
"Almost there, just ahead," the staff member replied with a smile, his eyes dark and deep.
"Okay." Pei Qing shivered again. She was enveloped by a cold fragrance that grew stronger and stronger, and her consciousness became more and more blurred.
The body keeps sending out danger signals to warn you, but your mind is like a small insect trapped in a web, the more you struggle, the more powerless you become.
Suddenly a wooden door appeared in front of them. The staff member smiled and pushed the door open. The room was dark and filled with an extremely strong, cool fragrance.
That cool fragrance invigorated every cell in Pei Qing's body, like a deadly poison, so alluring and seductive that it bewitched and led her astray.
"arrive."
At the same time, a communication tone suddenly sounded in the recording room. Seeing that the owner did not answer for a long time, the communication automatically ended. The screen lit up, and the unanswered call clearly displayed the name 'Feng Lin'.
A few seconds later, the screen lit up again, this time with a message.
[Feng Lin: Where did you go? Are you still in the recording room? My men have been waiting downstairs for ages.]
A short while later, the computer automatically shut down, leaving the recording room dark and empty of people.
"Click." The door lock closed automatically, and Pei Qing groped her way into the room.
Why not turn on the power system when it's so dark? How can we conduct an interview like this? Is that congressman in good mental condition, or is there even anyone here? Pei Qing expressed her doubts.
“You…you’ve finally come…” A soft, warm breath brushed against Pei Qing’s neck, sending shivers down her spine. She turned around instinctively, and in the crimson light, a pale, bloodless face stared at her intently.
Pei Qian's heart pounded violently, her palms were covered in sticky sweat. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. When she looked again, the pale face was that of the Minister of Foreign Affairs whom she had seen earlier that day.
"Hehe, were you a little frightened?" The black-haired beauty blew out the scarlet light source she was holding, and the room lit up again after a brief period of darkness.
The power system has been connected.
Pei Qian then realized that he had been holding a uniquely shaped candle in his hand. It was a real candle, not some high-tech imitation, but a traditional handmade candle from ancient Earth.
Crimson candle wax flowed down the pillar, dripping onto that fair and slender hand, like a drop of blood.
"Ouch, um, doesn't it hurt?" Pei Qing asked hesitantly. The candle tears quickly solidified, like an ugly scar covering her snow-white skin.
“Pain? I haven’t felt pain, such a luxury, in a long time.” Pei Yu put down the candle, pulled out a chair, and gestured, “Please sit down, Pei… Assistant.”
"Hello, Minister." Pei Qing sat down awkwardly, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange.
The black-haired beauty frowned slightly, her narrow eyes slanting upwards. "I don't really like the title 'Minister.' Just call me by my name."
"Ah, haha, okay, okay." Pei Qing nervously twisted her fingers.
“My name is Pei Yu, Yu as in overdue. I hope we can become friends.” The beauty’s eyes curved upwards, his eyelashes like raven feathers, sweeping across Pei Qing’s face inch by inch like a fan. He suddenly took Pei Qing’s hand, making her palm face up, and extended his fingers to write his name stroke by stroke.
"Will you remember these two words?" Pei Yu held her hand tightly, his fingertips turning white from the pressure.
"Uh, okay, I will. Minister, oh no, Pei, Pei Yu." Pei Qing didn't dare to look directly at the person in front of her, her lips trembling as she called out his name. How strange, why did she feel inexplicably familiar, and also a little sad? This was too strange.
"It's good that you remember." Pei Yu suddenly smiled, his dark eyes filled with a ghostly aura, his face pale, only his lips were bright red, like a beautiful ghost.
Pei Yu stood up and stopped half a meter away from Female A, making sure that his every move would be observed.
He started taking off his clothes.
An elaborate coat lay piled at his feet, shirt buttons were undone one by one, revealing pale skin.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Pei Qian nervously gripped the back of the chair, trying to find a place to hide. This was too illogical; why would the Minister of Foreign Affairs start taking off his clothes without saying a word!
This isn't right. Pei Qing was locked in a corner of the room, the cold fragrance growing stronger. Her consciousness began to blur again. No, this isn't right, she had to leave, leave...
"Hmm, she's still conscious? I thought our last meeting would be... very..." Pei Yu took off his last piece of clothing, knelt on the ground, stroked the woman's cheek, and held her hand tightly.
The black-haired beauty smiled, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with one hand, and bowed her head slightly.
"No, wait...uh!" Pei Qing's remaining consciousness kept sounding the alarm. She struggled to sit up, and the next second, a warm and moist touch came over her.
She reached out to push him away, trying to escape from this intoxicating feeling, but only touched the man's cold hair.
Pei Yu was somewhat dissatisfied, so he lowered his head again and began to try even harder to please her.
“No, that’s enough, I can’t, I can’t…” Pei Qing kept her eyes closed, her eyelids trembling, but she couldn’t open them no matter what she did. “Tsk,” Pei Yu raised his head, his soft, bright red lips glistening, the corners of his mouth slightly cracked, “Really, always like this, always so disobedient, always knowing how to torment people the most…”
"Sister..." The two bodies embraced tightly, Pei Yu's lips pressed against the ear of the woman, a tear trickling down her neck and slowly drying on her skin.
"Nice to meet you, I... I've missed you so much."
Their auras mingled, their black hair intertwined. With each tremor, a portion of the pale blue light merged into Pei Qing's body.
Pei Yu struggled to raise his sweaty arm, gently stroked the woman's cheek, and placed a kiss on her dry lips, his voice weak, "Goodbye, sister."
His hair quickly turned white, his pupils expanded to silver-gray, and countless pairs of completely black pupils appeared on his body. His outer skin began to gradually melt into a gray-black viscous fluid.
"The collapse is happening faster and faster, it can't even last for a few hours..." came a hollow and absurd murmur.
A few minutes later, a viscous, grayish-black liquid appeared in the room and slowly disappeared.
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