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Chapter 125 Farewell Solo, Arrival at the Base, Colonization Surgery

Lin Zhuo rarely stayed overnight at his hometown and slept in late. Today was Sunday, and everyone was off work. In the morning, he played video games with Lin Wubing. At noon, he went out to buy food with Lin Ci and entrusted her with a small jar of King Kong ghee, explaining the usage and dosage, and asking her to continue feeding it to her younger brother until it was finished.

"Brother, are you leaving?" Lin Ci was a quiet girl who was somewhat melancholy. She had followed Lin Zhuo around since she was a child and always followed his lead. She was quite lively and mischievous back then. After the birth of her two sisters, Lin Si and Lin Nian, the family's attention was focused on the two little ones. Lin Ci became more mature and quiet, and appeared more refined and elegant.

Lin Zhuo looked down at his second sister's fingers, which were tugging at his sleeve, and said with a smile, "Everything is packed. The thermos you gave me is also packed in the suitcase."

"Um.

"I'll be relieved to have you take care of the younger children while I'm away."

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"Okay." Lin Ci nodded. Seeing that Lin Zhuo had nothing more to say, she stepped forward and gently hugged her older brother.

In the afternoon, I went to my younger sister's parent-teacher conference, and Lin Chen came along; he had also been drafted into it.

"When are we leaving?" Lin Chen asked his older brother quietly as his two younger sisters ran away.

"As early as tonight."

Do my parents know?

"I knew it all along."

"Be careful on the road."

"Okay. Help your second sister out when you have time. She's got a lot on her mind, so you can try to talk to her and offer some advice."

"I don't have your eloquence."

"You can practice," Lin Zhuo said with a smile, patting his shoulder.

The two brothers didn't say anything more, and stood side by side watching their two younger sisters and classmates playing and laughing.

In the evening, Lin Zhuo went to the Hongshui City People's Grand Theater for his appointment. Min Peier's whole family was there. Her mother was a very cheerful woman who kept asking Lin Zhuo how he was doing. Her brothers and sisters also teased the two of them, making Min Peier blush. Lin Zhuo just smiled and nodded.

Min Weixing, the director of the Security Bureau, had a stern face. When they first met, he was very critical of Lin Zhuo. But when his daughter, Min Xinrou, introduced him as Lin Zhuo, his eyes suddenly lit up and his attitude softened. At the same time, he quietly mobilized nearby police forces to spread out a net in the crowd and subtly surround the suspect.

Min Xinrou, oblivious to everything, chuckled and teased Lin Zhuo, "Great musician, are you going to perform tonight? I told Yan Ke about you, and he's very curious about you too. He's never seen anyone play a piece with just a bell, let alone such a complex suite as 'Nuwa's Great Banner'."

[Network notification: The Path Quest - Red Water's Wonderful Sounds has been triggered]

The Enchanting Sounds of Hongshui: Performed at the Hongshui People's Grand Theater, resonating with at least 10,000 online and offline viewers. The story: The artist describes himself as follows: You know that artists in the community serve the collective, dedicating themselves to promoting progressive ideologies. Art here is not about pandering to the rulers, and you don't mind playing beautiful music for the people. The first step to becoming a great artist in the community is often being moved by a desire to touch the audience.

"Okay. Please help me coordinate the performance time."

As Min Weixing listened to their conversation, a thought flashed through his mind, and he suddenly remembered the clue that the witnesses at the crime scene had been mentioning repeatedly: "The Banner of Nuwa".

"Can the bell be played? How big is the bell?" he asked curiously.

Min Xinrou gestured, "It's about this big of an iron ball."

This size matches the size of the suspected weapon that was left at the scene. All the clues converge at this moment.

The bureau chief took a deep breath; he had solved the case.

He made an excuse to go to the restroom, but in reality, he sent a message to three armored soldiers and mobilized more police forces to prepare a more meticulous arrest plan.

The nighttime performance by the orchestra from Cangxing Commune was a rare treat for the people of Cuirang Star. The grand theater was packed, and with the global live stream, the peak number of online viewers approached 100 million.

During the intermission, as the curtain closed, the musicians of the orchestra temporarily left the audience's sight, and the brightly dressed host came on stage to introduce: "Ladies and gentlemen, please don't go away. Next is a special program for the intermission, featuring a local comrade from Hongshui City who will perform 'Suite: Nuwa's Banner' on his special instrument. Please give him a round of applause!"

Lin Zhuo strode onto the stage from the right side, carrying the heavy and massive Dragon Summoning Bell. His face was reflected in the eyes of countless people under the lights tonight.

Lin Kangping, who was sitting in the family theater, suddenly jumped up from the sofa, shouting and pulling his wife and children over.

Wearing holographic glasses and watching the orchestra's performance, Hua Ziqin noticed the enormous weapon in Lin Zhuo's hand and suddenly laughed and cursed, "You brat, it's you?!"

Many former classmates, friends, relatives, and neighbors flocked to the live stream, surprised by Lin Zhuo's appearance and looking forward to his performance.

Lin Zhuo sat half-sitting on a high stool, leaned close to the microphone, and said to the 30,000 audience members: "This is my only performance before leaving my hometown. I dedicate it to the workers of Hongshui City, to the great artificial intelligence Chijiang, to my two younger brothers, three younger sisters, my parents, relatives, and friends. The journey to Xinghai is long, and I hope we will have the chance to meet again."

Upon hearing this, Min Pei'er's eyes dimmed, and she silently lowered her head. Min Weixing was sweating profusely with anxiety. The audience erupted in thunderous applause.

With a gentle shake, the raised dragon-summoning bell resounded like a great bell. Shaking it again, the bell tongue vibrated, and hundreds of thousands of clappers murmured, the joyful first movement, "The Creation of Man and the Learning of Language," surging like a mighty river, filling the vast space of the entire theater.

The surging profound energy expanded along with the sound waves, like a ball of steam with an undeniable temperature suddenly expanding, heating the cheeks of every listener in the audience, making their brains feel as if an electric current was flowing through them, causing their scalps to tingle and their limbs to sway and kick uncontrollably as if they had come to life on their own.

To online viewers, the music played by the Dragon Bell was indeed extraordinary and refreshing, a truly timeless performance. For offline viewers, the experience was nothing short of an urban legend.

Each movement tells a story that plays in your mind like a movie scene, a truly dazzling experience. Everyone was like they were under a spell, laughing and crying during the fifteen minutes of the suite performance.

When they came to their senses, the performers on stage had already left, and everyone remained immersed in the seventh movement, "Aoyama Tomb." Many listeners cried so hard they could hardly breathe and needed emergency medical intervention, and were immediately taken to the hospital by ambulance.

Min Weixing forced himself to stand up from his seat, inwardly exclaiming that something was wrong, and wiped away his tears as he rushed out of the theater.

At this moment, the police officers from the Security Bureau had blocked Lin Zhuo's path and surrounded him.

Seeing the bureau chief walk through the crowd and approach him, Lin Zhuo, though his hands were cuffed, still raised them to wave and greeted him with a smile: "Uncle Min."

"You...you're not an ordinary person, are you?" Min Weixing, a middle-aged man, hadn't seen such a disheveled look with red eyes in a long time, and he was now unsure whether this person was good or evil.

Lin Zhuo did not answer, but looked out of the crowd. On Sunday night, the Tonggu Cultural Center was bustling with people, and countless curious eyes were looking in this direction.

The loud roar of jet engines approached from above, and the crowd on the ground instinctively made way. A police hovercar slowly descended, and three armored warriors jumped out. The police officers' encirclement quietly broke apart, and Min Weixing also stepped aside.

Shao Shigang and his two companions walked with firm, resounding steps, their feet firmly planted on the ground, and stood at attention to salute him.

"Comrade Lin Zhuo, we are acting on orders from the Supreme Military Commission of the People's Liberation Army to recruit you into the Rail Assault Army's Dragoon Special Operations Brigade. Please depart with us immediately!"

"Let's go." Lin Zhuo gave a slight shake, and the heavy handcuffs, as thick as two iron cylinders, cracked open and fell to the ground. He felt relieved and nodded to the shocked and flustered police officers around him. "Comrades, don't blame yourselves. You did a great job. Please continue to protect our homeland."

Min Weixing stammered, unable to speak.

"Uncle Min, please thank Comrade Min Xinrou for her help. I am very happy to be able to perform a song before leaving my hometown."

[Network notification: The Path Quest "Red Water Melody" has been completed]

[Assessing the historical impact of his achievements]

Evaluation: Even disregarding your astonishing spiritual and artistic talents, this performance was still exceptionally brilliant. Tonight, hundreds of millions of listeners on Emerald Star were captivated by you, and your performance is worthy of being recorded as a legendary tale for generations to come. If it weren't for the live recording, future generations might not believe that such a moving concert could exist. This video footage is worthy of being included in the highest collection of music in the human community. The cultural atmosphere of Emerald Star has been enhanced because of you.

[Task Settlement: This Path Quest has earned [10] Merit Points]

Lin Zhuo arrived at the ground station of the space elevator in a floating vehicle.

His phone kept popping up with messages. From family and relatives, classmates and teachers, friends—all the people he knew in this city were sending him blessings, trying to persuade him to stay, or bidding him farewell.

The space elevator launched, roaring through the tunnel and heading straight into the atmosphere of Emerald Earth. The immense acceleration felt like a gentle spring breeze to Lin Zhuo. However, the signals from the surface gradually weakened, and he received fewer and fewer messages.

Passing through the churning, dark blue clouds and the tranquil upper atmosphere, just before the signal was about to be lost, he received his last email.

[Chijiang]: My child, my friend, my hope, don't be afraid of the long road ahead, go and start your own future! The elevator enters space and finally arrives at the starport.

Without the pull of planetary gravity, everything and everyone in the elevator car felt light and airy.

Shao Shigang and the others wanted to take the opportunity to teach some essentials of space operations, but they did not expect that Lin Zhuo would be so adept in such a weightless environment, not only moving freely but also possessing an excellent sense of direction.

"Comrade Lin Zhuo, you will definitely perform exceptionally well in the space training subjects," Major Zhou couldn't help but say.

"Thank you for your kind words. How long did it take you to complete all the dragoon training courses?"

Shao Shigang proudly puffed out his chest, "Three years and seven months!"

Major Zhou chuckled. "Three years and six months."

When it was Major Xu's turn last, he scratched his head and said, "Four years and eight months."

Lin Zhuo sighed, "I hope I can be quick."

They arrived at the Starport dock, where a spaceship was already ready, its hull painted in the dark camouflage of the Orbital Forces.

This was Lin Zhuo's first time performing an interstellar jump. Following the ship's intelligent guidance, he entered the hibernation pod, but the deep anesthetic medical spray had no effect on him.

"What should we do?" This was the first time Shao Shigang and his two companions had encountered such an unexpected situation.

"Comrade Lin Zhuo hasn't had his Dragon Rider cells implanted yet, and his second brainstem hasn't even formed. He absolutely cannot enter the Void Dimension without anesthesia!"

"I propose that the voyage be terminated."

As they were discussing, they suddenly heard a thumping sound. Turning around, they saw Lin Zhuo in the hibernation pod knocking on the glass.

"I can enter deep hibernation on my own, and when we reach our destination, they can open the hatch and shake me awake."

"Are you sure you won't suddenly wake up halfway through? This is really dangerous. The Great Void Dimension can drive people insane!"

"I'm sure. Execute the command."

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"yes!"

Lin Zhuo nodded to them, then closed his eyes, and with a thought, used the minor supernatural power "Silent Rock Slumber Mantra" to put his mind into a deep sleep as thoughtless as an ancient rock. The indicator light on the hibernation pod also turned from red to green.

The warp drive slowly sailed out of the starport. The massive Void Dimensional Shield expanded, enveloping the ship. As the propulsion engines began to accelerate, the originally transparent shield slowly darkened, and the entire ship seemed to dissolve, gradually turning into a phantom. Until one instant, the shield field became completely black, and the entire ship disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Wake up, Comrade Lin Zhuo, we've arrived!"

Awakening from his deep sleep, Lin Zhu followed three officers out of the spaceship and into a military starport. A bright broadcast shouted, "Safety first, strive for a smooth jump, strengthen safety awareness, and improve operational efficiency."

Compared to the desolate and quiet Green Ripple Starport, the sheer number and orderly arrangement of the spaceships here stretched as far as the eye could see. Large numbers of Orbital Force soldiers, clad in individual powered armor, moved like schools of fish in the weightless environment using jetpacks.

Ding-dong! Lin Zhuo's phone vibrated slightly; there was a new message in his email.

[Longmen]: Welcome to the Ninth Dragon Cavalry Training Base of the Human Community. I am the management intelligence "Longmen" here. Respected Comrade Lin Zhuo, I have already heard about you. For the great future of the Human Community, I will spare no effort to complete your orders. [14:25] [Read]

[Longmen]: Please follow the light guidance to area A0 of the base. Your Dragoon cell implantation surgery is ready. [14:25]