Overturned Tower

So Russell became interested too.

"more or less."

Russell lay on the soft car seat of the co-pilot, turned around and chatted enthusiastically with the girl standing next to the back seat: "You guessed right, this is indeed a constant temperature refrigerator, which is characterized by being able to cool down to minus [-] temperature, but it is not cold to the touch from the outside.

"Besides, the box is mainly shockproof and shockproof, and the workmanship is pretty good. It looks like the battery is exposed outside, but it's actually just a spare battery...the real battery and the cooling device are placed together in the box. bottom of the body."

"Is that so..."

The girl thought seriously: "But if the double battery needs to be used as a shockproof layer, the space inside will be too small..."

"—what are you doing, Ultramarine?"

The cold and vigilant voice sounded, making the girl tremble with fright.

The halo on her head buzzed for a moment, then returned to its previous brightness.

It is the poor who went to buy cigarettes and returned.As soon as he came back, he directly interrupted the chat between the two of them.

The poor man bit his cigarette, looking at the girl impatiently and vigilantly: "Angel...tsk."

"It's really troublesome" was written on his face unabashedly.

He stretched his hand across the air, and a display screen appeared in the air.

That is the illusory business card of the inferior as the special executive department, and it is also the proof of his identity.

"We are escorting vital supplies, ma'am."

The inferior replied indifferently: "May I ask what you are doing standing here?"

"No, I'm just a little curious..."

But the girl didn't see the business card at all, and her eyes didn't rest on it at all.

She looked at Russell and the inferior in a panic, and saluted awkwardly: "I was rude, gentlemen... Excuse me."

"Well...it's fine."

The inferior raised his eyebrows, but his attitude suddenly became relatively gentle—at least not so rude.

He nodded to the girl: "Go slowly, ma'am."

When the floating car rose again, Russell, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned around curiously and asked, "What did you find?"

"What found what."

"Your attitude has suddenly improved."

Russell asked: "Did you notice any details?"

"That's right," the poor man answered vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth, "although I've never seen an angel in my life, to me 'angel' is just a term in mythology. But it doesn't stop me You know, the angel must not have a chip."

This is true.

Russell nodded.

He still remembers those key time nodes.

——The first angel was born in 1103, the Islamic war ended in 1106, the mechanical angel fell asleep in 1107, and the "Seven Giants" were established in 1119.

The first-generation chip capable of blocking spells was developed in 1123; the second-generation chip capable of simultaneously blocking psychic energy was developed in 1141—that is, 60 years ago.

The story of "Peter Pan" should have happened between 1123 and 1141.

Considering that he had become a famous fairy tale writer at that time.

That guy must be around 90 or [-] years old...

At least the chip of 1123 must be installed in order to see the pattern sent by the inferior to other "chip holders".

Since the angels were frozen much earlier than this, it is impossible for the angels to see.

This is the temptation of the inferior.

"Just stared at her eyes and recorded the details of every frame. Except when my hand was raised, she subconsciously focused her gaze-this is normal, if her gaze is motionless, On the contrary, it shows that she has expected it. In that case, I will attack her immediately.

"But as she raised her eyes, she didn't see the business card I projected. Her eyes didn't focus on that place... and human instinct can't be easily restrained. It's like saying 'don't When I think of 'pink elephant', the picture will appear in my mind unconsciously."

"When I confirmed that she did not have a chip and proved that she is a real angel, I naturally wouldn't embarrass her."

"...You are really cautious."

Russell responded helplessly: "How could someone pretend to be an angel? The church is not a vegetarian. And you also feel the power of the holy order, right? That kind of intimacy can't be wrong."

"That's not necessarily true. What if it's just a skin prosthesis that emits light and releases artificial glands that can increase people's liking?"

"...You are a bit exaggerating, inferior. That kind of thing is easy to recognize."

"Probably. I think it's better to be cautious."

The inferior replied indifferently: "Or there is another possibility.

"That is, I hate angels from the bottom of my heart. So I have preconceptions and hope that the other party is a fake."

"Hate angels?"

"Well. Because I never think that the arrival of an angel is good news."

"But they are here to wipe out the mercenary organization in the lower city."

"……Ah."

Hearing this, the inferior couldn't help but sneer: "If it's really just that, I'll thank them.

"Even if the angels really came to purify the lower city, the church definitely doesn't want them to 'purify only the lower city'."

The poor ones put out the half-smoked cigarettes in the ashtray.

"Look, Russell."

He prophesied like this: "Big trouble is going to happen in the lower city."

Chapter 12 Bad Day: Have fun, let’s talk

Until Russell returned to the dormitory, he was still thinking about that angel.

...Of course, the child is really cute.

Just like a smart and polite junior high school student, giving people a gentle and rational feeling.

However, Russell couldn't be sure whether this temperament came from herself or the passive effect of the power of the Holy Order.So he's still quite rational about it.

But for some reason, Russell always felt a slight sense of disobedience.

"--Yo."

Bad Day's familiar greeting sounded again, and Russell was patted lightly on the shoulder.

But this time, Russell wasn't scared at all.

On the one hand, he gradually adapted to the voice of the bad day, and on the other hand... after Russell's redshift was raised to level three, his perception range improved a little.

This time, Russell was aware of the existence of the bad day before the bad day patted him on the shoulder.

Because of the anticipation in his heart, Russell didn't even raise his tail subconsciously this time - he just shook his tail and slapped Bad Sun moderately to express some dissatisfaction.

"Don't just stand quietly behind me all the time."

Russell folded his hands on his chest, turned his head and said unceremoniously: "What if I have PTSD, I'm so scared that I raise my hand and stab you?"

"I'm not stupid, bro. If you had PTSD and could stab me at the same time, I wouldn't be this close to you."

Bad day said with a smile.

Russell curled his lips and took a breath: "It's really naive. When I was seven or eight years old, I wouldn't play this kind of game of hiding behind others to scare people."

—Of course, this is a lie.

Russell played this childish game until he was thirteen or fourteen years old, and the wildness from his spiritual relatives was gradually suppressed by his rationality.

According to the pediatrician, it was because Russell was gifted too much from autism.So even though he is slightly spiritualized, the influence from the spiritual relative will last longer.

Russell suddenly thought of something: "Speaking of which, today I met...the resurrected angel."

"Is it so early?"

Bad Day was a little surprised: "The angels just arrived at Happy Island last night."

"Well, a young angel who doesn't look much older than a deer head."

"That's pretty rare."

Bad Ri commented: "If a minor can become an angel, maybe he can be promoted in the future—that is, he can be replaced with a higher-level aura."

"...Aren't the halos used by angels fixed?"

"Of course, the 'God Descends Device' won't fix personality."

Bad Day shrugged, and opened the refrigerator at Russell's house to look for something to eat: "Generally speaking, angels have the largest proportion, and they are youths in their 30s and 20s who are the most energetic, full of hope and kindness. If you are in your [-]s, you will become numb. The second is the old man who was enlightened before he died, that is, the wise old man who was called the "great sage" by the ancients.

"If you are a teenager, although you are quite flawless, and it is indeed possible to have a good nature. But there are always some other problems...that is, they have too little experience, and there is still a lot of room for personality change. In other words, it is The worldview is not fully formed yet.

"As these young angels grow up, their personalities will definitely change. Maybe the originally gentle ones will become strict, and the originally severe ones will become gentle. This is all possible. At that time, the original halo will be It’s not working well...then you have to change the halo. If you don’t have a suitable halo, you might have to retire.”

"...retired?"

"Yes, Angels are allowed to retire... Well, how long ago was this thing?"

On a bad day, I found a bottle of iced Coke and a box of refrigerated half-cooked cheese, and took it out happily.

"Yesterday, you can eat."

Russell glanced at it, and kindly reminded: "This is cocoa-flavored, can you eat it?"

Although Russell is not sensitive to cocoa, a considerable number of small animal relatives cannot eat these foods.

It is probably equivalent to Russell's "seafood allergy" in his previous life.

Of course, the specific situation is also different...

For example, Russell's uncle, the fat orange director.

Russell only found out half a month ago that he was one of the more taboo groups—but he still loves hot cocoa.

To him, hot cocoa is like a strong drink.

"No problem, my spirituality doesn't have this side effect."

Bad Day said nonchalantly, and snatched away the snacks that Russell had kept for afternoon tea.

He unscrewed the Coke, and at the same time continued to explain: "Yes, retired... In fact, not all the angels were frozen in the battle of teaching law.

"Some of the Angels had self-doubt after the war ended. None of the 45 auras could recognize them, so they couldn't serve as Angels anymore...so they retired."

"...What about after retiring?"

"Just retired. Either go to the church as a clerical job, or simply quit the church to live a normal life. I received a normal level of retirement pay. The income is not much, probably equivalent to the level of a skilled worker who has been working for about five years... It is definitely not enough to raise children and buy a house, but even if you stop working from now on, it is still enough to barely support yourself and two dogs.

"They were quite young at the time, and it wasn't that they couldn't take on other jobs. And they already had their own skills. After all, Cyber ​​Church doesn't accept everyone... If the education is not high enough, or the intelligence is not high enough, The church certainly doesn't want it.

"Even in wartime—the angels had special high-tech combat equipment at that time, and they didn't have enough intelligence to use it. Even in today's eyes, they are very advanced. After all, for more than 100 years, weapon research is completely It’s stagnant or even regressing. It’s the same now, if you want to become a priest in a church, you have to take an exam, and ordinary college students may not be able to get in...Of course, you must be able to pass the exam.”

"...That's it."

Russell smiled a little embarrassedly: "I thought..."

Bad Day looked at Russell with some amusement: "What do you think? Do you think they were silenced?

"If they are the last angels, it's not impossible. But there are still a group of angels that are still frozen. The angel legion is the most important reserve force of the church, and not all of them have been killed.

"However, when it comes to angels..."

The white-haired Samoyed showed a signature smile at Russell.

The moment he saw this smile, Russell knew that nothing good was going on.

He asked angrily, "What are you doing?"

"Let me tell you something."

Even when he was talking about business, Bad Ri's expression was not serious: "Do you still remember the mission the leader gave you?"

"...You mean that lost history?"

"That's the final mission. I mean contact the mage organization."