Valenti continued: "So, only a mercury needle in the 'bullet time' state can fight against monsters like chelates - from the data point of view, the strength of a patient with chelosis will increase after the onset of the disease. It quickly increases to 10 to 60 times its original value and lasts for one to two weeks.
"You think, an adult can lift about 100 to 150 kilograms at most, but for a chelate - especially a chelate transformed from a healthy adult, they can lift 4 It is easy to lift objects within a ton; on a 100-meter track, it usually takes 12 to 16 seconds to pass, but for chelates, it is only a moment - how can ordinary people resist such an enemy? Woolen cloth?
"Humanity needs mercury needles. At least the two sides can fight at a closer level." Valenti said warmly, "This is also the meaning of our existence."
Hesta thought seriously for a while, "How long does a mercury needle's 'bullet time' have to be to meet the limit of going to the battlefield?"
"Four hours." Valenti replied, "There will be strict timing during the battle, and everyone will continue to make tactical rotations to try to ensure the safety of every mercury needle."
Hesta finally understood, "Do you know how long Miss Chiba's bullet time is?"
"Haha, of course, almost everyone here knows about her length of time."
Hesta looked at Valenti with some curiosity.
"Seventy-six hours and 43 minutes," Valenti replied. "Masaki is a legend in this matter."
The two were talking, and Valenti had already led her to the door of 403.
Valenti handed a key card to Hesta, "This is your dormitory, just brush it yourself."
Hesta put the card close to the identification area next to the handle. After a sound like a gear meshing, the door popped open inward. Hesta opened the door and walked closer. The gray floor inside looked like some kind of hard resin material, and her rubber-soled shoes made an uncomfortable sticking sound when she stepped on it.
The living room looks to be about twenty-four or five square meters. There is a large window about two meters high on the wall facing the door. It is already setting sun outside the house at the moment, and the south side of the house is immersed in the shadow of the setting sun, but ten people outside the window Several huge sycamore trees were swaying their newly sprouted crowns in the light, shadow and breeze. There were no tall buildings in the distance. She could see the horizon where the woods and the sky meet.
There is a very large rectangular white table in the middle of the living room. There are some books, pen holders and knick-knacks for which Hestad has no clear purpose scattered around the edge of the table. Some mirrors on the corners of the table are crooked, which makes people worry. The next moment, he will fall to the ground and be smashed to pieces.
As he passed them, Hesta reached out and pushed the mirror inwards.
There was a long and old cloth sofa under the window. Hesta knelt on it holding the back of the sofa and gently pushed open the window.
The evening breeze that was approaching night brought a bit of chill, but the oil painting-like scene in front of her temporarily soothed her anxiety and sadness.
There is a protruding balcony to her right, which has been transformed into an open kitchen. Some cheese, ham, cucumbers and cherry tomatoes are also scattered on the chopping board. There are also some sauce-stained dishes in the sink. dishes.
Hesta turned back: "Will I live here from now on?"
"Yes, your basic luggage will be delivered later." Valenti said.
Hesta retracted her gaze. There were five doors at her hand, but only three had nameplates on them. Two of the doors had paper posters on them. One was a rock band, and the other was an old man on a desk. Silhouette writing in front of desk.
"Your room is the one by the window, on the west side."
Hesta followed Valenti's guidance and gently opened the door of her single room.
The furnishings inside are very simple, including a bed, a wardrobe, a wall cabinet, and a window also facing the south - the scenery outside the window is exactly the rows of more than a dozen sycamore trees.
"If you need anything else, just write an email directly to Mr. Weir, who is in charge of logistics, and he will try his best to meet your daily needs."
Valenti placed a piece of paper filled with information about living here on Hesta's bed.
"In addition, we have transferred your basic information to Miss Fletcher who lives next door to you - she will officially transfer in the second half of the year. During this time, she will familiarize you with daily training life .Any more questions, Miss Hesta?"
"...You can call me Jane." Hesta lowered her eyes and said, "I do have a question...if my bullet time does not exceed 4 hours, what can I do?"
"Oh, there are many things you can do," Valenti pointed at himself with a smile, "For example, like me, you can work as a civilian within the base, or you can become a team doctor - but that's when you are 14 years old It’s something that needs to be considered later.”
Hesta wanted to ask more details, but Valenti's cell phone rang. She picked up the phone, waved to Hesta, and walked out of the room.
The golden sunset reflected in her eyes. She picked up the "Residential Instructions" left by Valenti with her uninjured left hand, read it for a while, and then threw it aside.
In the dusk, Hesta was the only one left in the small single room. She slowly sat on the soft bed, reaching out and gently stroking the soft quilt under her body.
…
At 11 o'clock in the evening, Valenti finally finished organizing this season's data files in his office. Working hours like hers are rare in the Third District, but rather than moving forward steadily every day, Valenti prefers to pick a complete block of time and get everything done in one go.
When she was about to shut down her phone and get off work, she discovered that a new email suddenly appeared in her mailbox. It was sent by Mr. Weir, who was in charge of logistics. It contained the new items that all newcomers to the Mercury Needle had applied to the logistics department as of today.
This information and logistics will be shared with the psychological assistance center where Valenti is located.
Generally speaking, in the first half year after entering the training base, newcomers seldom mention their material needs.
On the one hand, this is because the daily necessities provided by AHgAs are very detailed and can basically cover the details of every place in life. On the other hand, it is because most of the children have just survived various tragic accidents and are in the midst of... In a state of extreme anxiety, there is no time to think about anything else.
Only when they slowly integrate into the life here and gradually develop some trust in the AHgAs organization will they start to purchase some gadgets other than basic daily necessities - and this behavior, including the items themselves, are all caused by Wallen. It is information that Di and her colleagues need to pay attention to every day, and it is also a basis for assessing the psychological state of newcomers.
Valenti scanned everyone's shopping list line by line as usual. However, when she pulled the item table to the bottom, she let out a slight "Eh".
In the last box was Jane Hestad's name - she actually submitted what she wanted today.
…
[Jane Hestad’s request email]
Hello Mr. Weir,
This is Lavitt in student housing, and since new student Jane Hestad doesn't know how to send an email, I'm writing her first logistics application.
Miss Hestad needs a small cast iron chair (preferably dark green), a log semicircular side table (the kind suitable for leaning under the window sill), and a double-sided jacquard that is large enough to put the side table and cast iron chair down. Carpet (preferably with a white background and dotted with green patterns, either semicircular or square), some wire, red, green and black cardboard, and a bell-shaped glass cover with a wooden base suitable for placing on the side table, thank you you.
Ravit
In praise of Shi Qi
