Chapter 139 Space Travel
"Mingyu...Mingyu! No! Don't go!"
The screen was still filled with Zhao Ying's pleading, "I know I was wrong! Mingyu—Mingyu—"
Mingyu didn't look at the light screen again and quickened his pace to leave the ward.
While Mingyu was conversing with Ming Zhilang and Zhao Ying, the officer accompanying him stood aside, oblivious to their conversation. He was young, newly appointed, and as he led Mingyu down the corridor, he observed the handsome young man from the corner of his eye, a touch of emotion in his eyes.
He felt that Mingyu was too pitiful.
His biological parents were dead, his adoptive parents were his enemies, and he was persecuted since childhood. Without awakened spiritual power, he was constantly ridiculed as a waste.
Although Ming Zhilang and his wife are now doomed to die, the damage Ming Yu suffered cannot be compensated.
What's more, Ming Zhilang and his wife left behind a biological child.
Ming Zhuo died in the attack, but Ming Yan was protected by his parents and was almost unharmed. His body has recovered.
Although he is accused of assisting in hypnotic awakening of humans, he has a lawyer to help him in court and is likely to be acquitted.
Although this former young master has now become a stray dog, he is an S-level psychic observer after all. Although his life is not easy for the time being, everything is possible in the future.
In contrast, Mingyu's future life was truly helpless. If Mingyan ever made a comeback, he might even cause trouble for Mingyu.
The police officer shook his head unconsciously.
Poor thing, he thought as he quickened his pace without noticing. Just as they were about to leave the corridor, the door of the last ward slammed shut.
"Let me out!" a hoarse male voice shouted angrily, "I haven't committed any crime!"
That was Ming Yan's voice, with a hint of madness in it, like a mad dog.
"What's the point of locking me up?! Why don't you go find the murderer who lured the black tide creature to the Ming family manor?! Why don't you investigate Ming Yu?"
"Didn't you say the Black Tide creatures attacked the Ming family out of revenge?! How could that thing be so kind as to help Ming Zhuofeng and Ming Yu get revenge?! It was clearly Ming Yu who betrayed humanity for his own selfish reasons and contacted the Black Tide creatures to attack the Ming family! With such a strong motive for the crime, why don't you investigate it!"
"Maybe Ming Zhuofeng had already secretly contacted Hei Chao, but you were blind and didn't see it. That's why my parents had to kill him—"
"They killed so many people at the banquet! They killed my parents and my brother! -"
Mingyu: “…”
Police officer: “…”
Mingyu's face remained calm: "He yells like that every day?"
The police officer nodded.
"There's no evidence at all," he whispered. "When I asked Ming Yan, he said his guess was correct, but I couldn't get any evidence from him."
The police officer just wanted to take Mingyu out quickly, but he didn't expect that the poor young man would hear what he said.
"Let me out!" The ward door made another loud noise. It was obvious that someone was banging on the door from inside the ward. "Go and catch Mingyu if you can."
"Don't worry about it..." The police officer was about to comfort Mingyu, but he saw the young man take a step, pass him and stand in front of the ward door, and then raise his leg.
"Bang!"
The ward door slammed even louder.
Mingyu kicked the ward door hard, full of murderous intent and an extremely cold expression. He didn't look weak or pitiful at all, but more like a killer possessed.
"A stray dog still biting everywhere?!" Ming Yu was furious, using all his life's strength to curse, "Without Ming Zhuofeng guarding the star field, there's no telling whether Zhao Ying would have survived to give birth to you!"
"This door is blocking me from entering today, otherwise I would have beaten you to a pulp! You'll never be able to fart with this mouth again!"
"...Mingyu! My parents raised you from childhood! You killed them, Xiaozhuo, and so many people in the banquet hall! And you still have the nerve to show up..."
"Bang!" The door made another loud noise, startling Ming Yan, who was cursing on the other side of the door, and he subconsciously took a step back.
"Useless thing, all you can do is bark." Mingyu said coldly, "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, I'm busy saving humanity."
Akihiko: "..."
Police officer: “…”
At first, both of them were stunned by Mingyu's momentum, and then, separated by a door, one inside and one outside, both of them showed a look of disbelief on their faces.
Neither of them realized that Mingyu and LUCE were the same person. The astonishment on the police officer's face was not obvious, while Mingyan smiled awkwardly after the initial confusion.
"Ha, saving humanity?... How dare you, a loser without even any mental strength, say that?" His voice was sharp, devoid of his former elegance. "...Mingyu? Answer me! Mingyu!"
Mingyu has already left the corridor.
His face looked very bad even when he returned to the hospital and stood in front of Mu Baixing's ward. Mingyu rubbed his face fiercely, then knocked twice and stuck his head in.
The luxurious ward of the Mu Family Private Hospital is fully equipped. Apart from the central bed and several medical instruments, the rest of the furnishings and decorations are arranged similarly to an ordinary bedroom.
It was afternoon. Mu Baixing sat on the sofa in front of the window, one hand resting on the armrest to support his head. The golden spiritual power at his fingertips surged, transforming into hundreds of miniature birds under his control, soaring through the ward and changing formations.
Mu Boxing was undergoing mental recovery training after surgery, but to the firebird cub, this scene was like a room full of delicious food flying everywhere.
“…Chiu!”
The bird chirped loudly, following Mu Boxing's spiritual bird formation, fluttering from one end of the room to the other. It was several times larger than the spiritual birds, and lacked the agility of a simple energy form. Sometimes, it couldn't stop and scraped against walls and furniture, sending feathers flying all over the room. But the firebird wasn't angry; instead, it found it amusing and chirped non-stop.
Mu Baixing's attention wasn't on it. The man's expression was calm, as if he was concentrating solely on his training. But when the Firebird couldn't catch up, the dark golden formation he was manipulating would pause slightly, as if by chance, turning back within the Firebird's reach, causing the bird to flutter and take flight again.
When Mingyu pushed open the door, dark golden mental power and the firebird were rushing towards the door one after another.
Mu Baixing turned to look at him and gently curled the corners of his lips. Hundreds of flying birds suddenly gathered inward into one. The small golden bird of light spread its wings and gently rubbed Mingyu's cheek, leaving a touch like a kiss.
“Chiu—!”
The young firebird noticed its opponent's speed had slowed down, so it seized the opportunity and charged forward. It suddenly accelerated, biting the long tail of the Psychic Light Bird and sucking it in violently.
The golden bird of light turned into smoke and dust and was finally eaten by the firebird cub.
Mingyu: “…”
The scene was a bit cruel for a moment.
"Chirp!" The firebird was very excited. It landed on Mingyu's shoulder with a burp, then jumped onto the young man's head and pecked his hair twice. It then sat down directly, as if it was starting to feel sleepy.
The flamingo chicks have had a very adequate diet lately.
Perhaps the doctor reported the existence of the bird to Musa, and the next day Musa had someone send a large amount of energy crystals.
Mu Baixing accepted all these things, and Mingyu was happy to let the bird have its fill.
He touched the firebird's head, put the dozing cub aside in a simple bird's nest made of clothes, and then walked to Mu Baixing and bent down.
The man on the sofa looked up at him and reached out to touch his face. The warmth of the man's fingertips overlapped with the warmth left by his spiritual power, leaving behind an irresistible feeling of attachment.
Mu Baixing looked up at the young man in front of him, his face still a bit sickly pale, and said calmly, "Hold me."
Mingyu: “…”
Mingyu always felt that after this injury, Mu Baixing seemed to have learned some way of "acting coquettishly".
Sit still and wait for others to come to you.
Being stared at with such an intense gaze by those blue eyes framed in black, no one would refuse his request.
Mingyu then leaned down and buried himself deeply in the man's arms.
His chin rested on Mu Boxing's shoulder and he felt the other party tightly hugging his waist.
Mu Baixing held Mingyu on his lap and comforted him silently.
He knew that Mingyu would never be in a good mood when he went to meet the Ming family.
His palm gently stroked the back of the young man's neck, without any desire, only the purest care.
After a while, Mingyu was still buried in Mu Baixing, and said in a muffled voice: "They are too selfish."
Mu Baixing responded and heard Mingyu continue, "It's not worth spending time being angry with them."
Mu Baixing responded again, pulling Mingyu's arm and asking him to touch the communication bracelet on his wrist. Mingyu didn't look up, letting him pull his fingers and tap the communication bracelet. A moment later, the young man caught a glimpse of light in the air and saw Mu Baixing open several light screens.
"What?" Mingyu leaned on Mu Baixing's shoulder and tilted his head. He was slightly stunned after seeing the content on the light screen clearly.
Above those light screens were the same title: Data record of mental power explosion causing space cracks.
The starting and ending points of the crack, the estimated energy level that caused the crack, the explosion range, etc. are marked below.
The starting and ending points of the space cracks on the first two light screens were very far away. Most of the characters on them were written by Mingyu, recording his rough estimates of the distances of the two space crossings, the time of crossing, and the estimated length of the tunnel.
Mu Boxing wasn't very sensitive to distance, but because he'd experienced so much combat, he had a more direct sense of energy. He believed the energy values of both explosions were higher than Mingyu's estimate, so he wrote down his own estimates.
The dozens of light screens that followed were covered entirely with Mu Boxing's handwriting. The coordinates between the starting and ending points on these screens were very close, with the closest being only a finger's length apart. Correspondingly, the explosive energy range was significantly smaller than that of the first two screens, and the levels of explosive power varied.
These are obviously data obtained during the experimental trial stage. At the end of each light screen is marked whether the space crack is opened successfully or not.
And these dozens of light screens were all marked with the same pitch-black word "no".
Mingyu was not disappointed, nor was he impatient as he flipped through the pages. He looked carefully, glancing at the screen for a moment, then at Mu Baixing.
Mingyu: “…”
Ming Yu: "...You tried all of this? Provide me with new analytical data?"
Mu Baixing nodded: "Yes."
Mingyu: “…”
In the battle at the edge of the star line, in order to prevent the starship from being pulled into the space crack, Mingyu's mental power poured into it in large quantities. They flowed over the cracks connecting to the distant space and naturally helped Mingyu collect data on that shortcut.
The young man had been pondering these past few days, scribbling on a screen with an electronic pen whenever he had free time, intent on finding a way to use his mental power to blast open a stable spatial rift. He was relying on his memories to recover the data, completely absorbed in his work. Last night, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he'd accidentally stayed up late into the night.
Mu Boxing is still recovering, his energy low and his sleep patterns short and heavy. Last night, when he woke from a nightmare, he saw his lover wasn't beside him. Instead, he sat on a sofa not far away, frowning in deep thought.
The clouds of blue light surrounded the young man, adding a unique solemnity to his beautiful features.
Mu Boxing didn't bother him.
He just took advantage of his good energy today to recall the dots and lines Mingyu drew on the light screen last night, controlling the direction and intensity of the explosion, and trying several times to randomly change the values within a certain range.
They have to find ways to open shortcuts between spaces through different combinations.
"I can't help you much, scientist." Mu Baixing still held Mingyu's fingers and pulled him to open a new light screen on his bracelet.
The position coordinate data is similar to the previous light screen, with a string of energy values below it, and a column below that with a check mark for introduction.
"The 21st experiment." Below the check mark was a note scribbled by Mu Baixing, "The space crack experiment was successful. The span is three centimeters and the duration is three seconds."
Ming Yu: "...Brother Mu!" He opened his eyes wide and immediately pulled the light screen in front of him. The bad mood left after the previous conversation with the Ming family was swept away. He asked in surprise and joy, "How did you test it out!"
"Depends on your theoretical deductions," the man said calmly, "and a bit of luck."
Mingyu had completely forgotten that he was sitting on Mu Baixing's lap. He quickly pulled out another light screen and immediately entered the state to start recalculating.
Mu Baixing supported his head with his hands and looked at him, allowing him to use him as a human-shaped self-heating cushion.
This is his Mingyu.
Mu Baixing thought calmly.
It is also the rising star of hope for mankind.
Will eventually shine.
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