Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

After receiving the coordinates from Ji Zi, Qi Zhimu prepared to head to the main control section with March 7.

"Don't you need to rest?" March 7 asked with concern.

"I don't need it. You don't need a guide to get authorization from the doll. You can find a place to rest first."

"Okay, contact me if you encounter any problems," March 7th said with a smile.

She felt a little tired after walking for so long.

Upon arriving at the main control section, the two temporarily separated.

Qi Zhimu followed the coordinates and walked forward. A few minutes later, a petite figure appeared in his field of vision.

The moment I saw the doll's profile, I froze on the spot, as if struck by lightning.

Long-sealed memories of the past swept through his mind like a river bursting its banks.

A girl from my memory bears at least a 70% resemblance to the doll's face.

Her name is... Black Tower.

As memories of past lives are gradually unlocked, unforgettable emotions surge across time and space, merging into present consciousness.

Qi Zhimu gradually absorbed a portion of the core experiences.

So that's what he was like in his past life...

So this is what it feels like to have memories from two lifetimes merged.

Qi Zhimu remained in a daze for an unknown amount of time, not even noticing the doll approaching him.

"Hey! Feed me? Are you stupid?"

Hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar voice pulled Qi Zhimu back to reality.

He lowered his head, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and to confirm that this was not a coincidence, he asked casually:

"That planet below the space station, is it called Azure Star?"

"Himeko, you didn't find an idiot to mess with me, did you? You're in this space station, don't you know we're on Azure Star?"

"I'm just not sure..." Qi Zhimu shook his head.

The azure star he saw before his death, if named according to its appearance, would actually be more appropriately called the Ice and Snow Star.

The expression on the Black Tower doll's face suddenly became quite interesting.

After confirming once again that the portrait sent by Himeko was correct, he angrily threw an authorization card at Qi Zhimu.

"This is what you wanted. Goodbye, no, never again."

Before the words were even finished, the Black Tower doll turned and left decisively, completely unaware of Qi Zhimu's increasingly complicated gaze.

"Don't you remember me?"

"Huh? Who do you think you are? Why should this genius remember you?" The puppet didn't even turn its head.

My full name is Qi Zhimu.

"Never heard of it."

"..."

After watching the doll return to its original position and then remain silent, Qi Zhimu fell into deep thought.

For him, the end of each life is a brand new beginning.

But for Black Tower, where deep bonds had once been forged, everything had changed.

Time changes many things; a few years, a decade, or even decades are enough to completely change a person.

Let alone hundreds of years?

He speculated on several possibilities.

One possibility is that the Black Tower has already forgotten about him.

Second, the doll is flawed in many ways, and its memories may not be consistent with those of the original.

As for the remaining possibilities, they come from external influences, such as the environment, human factors, and even the influence of celestial beings.

However, Qi Zhimu leans more towards the second possibility.

He will not draw any conclusions until he sees the real thing with his own eyes and gets the answer.

But if the outcome is exactly as it is now, then he will choose to respect and offer his blessings.

After all, he is a man who has passed away. People should always look forward, and he did not want to bind others to the past.

There's no need to force a continuation of past relationships.

The Black Tower will have a new circle, and may even have found its true love.

Just as he will encounter different people and build new bonds throughout his life.

It is impossible to deny the circle of this life because of the remnants of the past life.

For example, the Tianhuan tribe girl who frankly confessed her feelings to him under the bright moonlight.

The idea that feelings develop from sharing hardships is undoubtedly old-fashioned, but it is also the most sincere and simple.

Avoiding unnecessary emotional connections with employers and those around them is a fundamental moral and code of conduct in the mercenary world.

He couldn't give the girl an answer.

We couldn't give it to them then, and we can't give it to them now.

And the little girl I saved more than ten years ago has now grown into a wealthy woman who is one of the top ten employees in the company...

A jumble of thoughts lingered for a long time until a questioning voice came from behind me.

"Zhimu, what are you standing here for, lost in thought?"

Qi Zhimu snapped out of his daze and looked in the direction of the sound, where he saw three girls, two in pink and one in gray.

"It reminded me of something old. Miss Xing seems to be alright now?"

"I guess my constitution is special. I took the Doomsday Beast's ultimate attack head-on and I was completely unharmed." Xing laughed, full of energy.

On March 7th, he introduced, "Xing, this is Zhimu, the hitchhiker currently traveling with us."

Hello, hello.

"Hello to you too..."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two became acquainted for the first time.

Aesta's gaze fell on the authorization card in Qi Zhimu's hand, and she felt relieved.

"Station Master Estella, may I ask you something? About... Lady Black Tower's doll." Qi Zhimu's expression remained unchanged.

"Please speak."

What is the relationship between the doll and her original body? Do they share memories in real time?

"this……"

Estelle pondered carefully, unsure of the truth:

"I can't say for sure, but I know that there are dolls in many places on the space station. They are usually placed in areas that are convenient for her to handle her affairs, and she can control them remotely when she needs to use them."

"You haven't seen Lady Black Tower in her true form?"

"I've met him a few times."

"How are they different from dolls? In terms of personality and behavior."

"She looks a bit more mature, but otherwise I don't feel any difference," Estádio answered truthfully based on her own impression of the Black Tower.

She didn't intend to hide it, after all, it wasn't a secret on the space station, and many crew members knew about it.

Furthermore, how many people would dare to use this intelligence to cause trouble for a genius?

"So, all the mannequins on the space station are currently in remote control mode?" Qi Zhimu asked meaningfully.

Aistar: "In recent years, based on a 365-day year, most people's standby time exceeds 320 days."

"Understood, thank you for clearing up my doubts." Qi Zhimu smiled inexplicably, and then sent an electronic document to Aisda.

"This is?"

Estelle opened the document, her face showing surprise.

Although she didn't fund the construction of the space station, she has been paying for all subsequent construction since becoming the station manager.

Therefore, they have a relatively good understanding of all aspects of the space station.

What Qi Zhimu sent was a proposal for improving the external defense system of the space station.

From the logic of energy operation to the deployment and procurement of weapons, it spans hundreds of pages, so detailed it's outrageous.

Some of the improvement ideas, even at a glance, are highly feasible and far exceed existing solutions.

Estelle looked up, her face filled with a mixture of surprise and bewilderment.

It's as if they're asking, why go to such lengths?

Seeing her confusion, Qi Zhimu casually said:

"My principle is to do as much as I'm paid. Station Master Está is very generous, so I would feel ashamed if I didn't do what I should do."

"In addition, I have some connection with Ms. Black Tower, so consider this proposal a gift to her."

"A greeting gift?" Estella asked instinctively.

"It might be a parting gift, who knows?"