Chapter 126 What's Wrong
The only answer she got was the whistling of the wind.
With her palms spread out, the escaping blue light was like a pair of thin film gloves, protecting her hands.
Then, with full concentration, she reached out her hand.
This is an unconscious behavior of the brain, which actually feels compassion and wants to touch the mud.
Is she crazy?
The little guy in the brain was also screaming wildly.
“Chirp!”
“Chirp, chirp!”
Ji Zi stepped back suddenly and fell to the ground due to weightlessness.
He shook his head and finally regained consciousness.
Who is it?
Controlled her thoughts and actions?
Fortunately, she was not injured.
There is even a shallow palm print clearly preserved in the mud.
Is he really still conscious?
I heard that most Dark Sentinels never experienced being comforted by a guide in their entire lives.
They have been fighting since they were born and will continue to do so until the end of their lives, and throughout their lives, they can only rely on powerful doses of Guidance Factors to suppress themselves.
They should also be longing for a guide, right?
What sentry doesn't long for the comfort of a guide?
This was the knowledge that was ingrained into Ji Zi's bones on the first day she became a guide.
They boasted about the sentinels as being omnipotent, but then turned around and claimed that the guides were weak and unable to take care of themselves. Apart from comforting the sentinels and providing protection on the battlefield, they had no value in survival without the sentinels.
Sentinels and guides are equally important.
We cannot deprive guides of their rights just because there are too few of them.
The same goes for the Dark Sentinels.
Standing alone in the night wind.
The continuous spread under the feet gradually slowed down.
The mud that should have gnawed at her toes long ago became clogged and accumulated, gradually condensing into a half-human-high statue in front of her.
Still growing.
A flowing black mud figure appeared before her eyes.
He has no eyes or nose, and his facial features are a mass of flowing consciousness, running around everywhere.
Black bags of varying sizes appeared on the flat, round face.
Ji Zi asked, "What do you want to tell me?"
The agitated black bag gradually died down, as if its emotions were appeased, becoming calm and quiet.
It's hard to maintain balance on mobile limbs.
As soon as he raised one hand, his other body began to stagger and he almost fell to the ground.
After repeating this several times, I finally stood firm.
Ji Zi stared at it silently, watching it stretch out its slender arms and stroke the hair by her ear.
Then, the face gradually developed inharmonious facial features, which looked a little strange when put together.
His eyebrows are one high and one low, his eyes are one big and one small, and even his nose is crooked and attached to his upper lip less than a centimeter away.
Looks like a deformed child.
As soon as this idea came up.
Ji Zi's eyes widened.
Isn't he the deformed Dark Sentinel?
There is nothing to be afraid of, no sentinels will harm the guide.
Even the Dark Sentinels who had never experienced the comfort of a guide.
This belief is innate.
This made Ji Zi boldly reach out her hand and stroke his face just as he stroked herself.
It was just as I expected, with no temperature and a soft, slimy feel.
This is not a face, it's clearly a puddle of mud.
"Do you need me to comfort you, Sentinel?" she asked inexplicably.
The clay figure opposite stiffly retracted its arm, and a line of marks slowly appeared in its disproportionate eye sockets, as if tears were sliding down.
"Guide Ji!" The sudden voice behind him scared the clay figure in front of him so much that he fell back into the mud.
Ji Zi turned around and found that it was Simon who had changed into protective clothing again.
The idea of exploration was interrupted by others.
"What are you doing here so late?" Simon walked up to her and asked after examining her carefully.
"Nothing, just wanted to come out and take a look at it."
Simon looked at her in confusion, "It? Who is it?"
She pointed to the puddle on the ground, "There it is."
Simon understood and did not ask any further questions. He just regarded her words as nonsense after being frightened today.
"The nuclear source beast in the contaminated area has not been found yet. It is very unsafe for you to go out alone without avoiding the guards."
He was really worried about her safety.
Ji Zi nodded and agreed: "Okay, I understand, I won't cause any trouble for you."
Simon paused, "That's not what I meant... I'm just worried about your safety."
"I know."
After saying that, Ji Zi sat down and patted the seat next to him.
"Simon, are you busy? If you're not busy, would you like to sit with me for a while?"
Simon was originally scheduled to lead his men on patrol tonight.
But because of the injury he suffered during the day, Shen Ruofei specifically ordered him to rest for a night to recover his strength.
Thinking of this, Simon came to his senses and found that he had sat down without anyone noticing.
Sometimes the body is indeed more honest.
He unzipped his protective suit, then considerately took off his military jacket and put it on Ji Zi.
Then he asked very gentlemanly: "Do you have anything to ask me?"
Ji Zi was shocked. If Shen Ruofei had not told her that Simon's ability was resurrection, she might have thought that he could also read minds.
Otherwise, why could he guess her thoughts accurately several times?
Or was she really that obvious?
"I want to ask, do you know about the Dark Sentinels? I want to know what the Dark Sentinels are like in the eyes of the Sentinels."
Simon's rugged eyebrows arched. "Why are you curious about the Dark Sentinels? Such topics are strictly forbidden in the barracks and are considered a major taboo, so no one discusses such matters privately."
"Oh, is that so? Sorry, I didn't know the situation." She said regretfully.
Simon smiled calmly, "There aren't many people here right now, so I don't know much about it. But I heard some things about the Dark Sentinels from my ancestors when I was young."
"The Federation defines Dark Sentinels as abandoned war machines. Although they have made great contributions to humanity today, they are too polluted and have long been unable to find suitable guides."
"Most of them have lost their self-awareness and are unable to distinguish friend from foe. Their fate is either imprisonment in the Black Tower or self-destruction."
It was the first time that Ji Zi heard the word self-destruction.
"How do you destroy yourself?" she asked.
Simon shook his head. "I don't know either. My grandfather told me that this is an extremely cruel method, but it's also a last resort for the safety of mankind."
"Do you agree with this approach?"
For some reason, Simon felt that his guide tonight was a little sad.
Are you feeling sorry for what happened to the Dark Sentinel?
He agreed in his heart, but he couldn't help but coax her, "Maybe there is a better way. This is really too inhumane and too cruel."
Ji Zi looked into the distance.
"They didn't do anything wrong, so why should humans punish them?"
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