In the mysterious world of Cthulhu, I am the Lord of the Gods

The screen continues to flow...

Hive Headquarters, Executive Apartments.

"dong dong dong..."

With a rhythmic sound, the door was opened by the man.

"You're not in the office."

A familiar voice came from across from the man.

It was obviously a woman's voice, an older woman's voice.

"But...you still found me."

The man in the middle slowly adjusted his black-rimmed glasses, frowned, and said in a low voice.

"We had some unpleasant troubles before, so... let it pass."

After the woman finished speaking, she brushed her black hair with her hands, showed a rare gentle smile to the man, and then walked straight into the man's bedroom.

The lights in the bedroom were quickly extinguished, and then there was the sound of gasping.

After about ten minutes passed, the room was relit.

The lady wearing a black daisy skirt lifted up the quilt, supported her upper body with both hands, looked out of the bed, and made a gesture of preparing to get out of bed, but was stopped by the middle-aged man who was intoxicated.

"Stay a little longer and let's talk."

The man will reach out to the lady who is still charming, as if to retain her.

Seeing this, the lady smiled slightly at the man, then shook her head and said:

"No, we never talk."

"Come on...Karen, I mean it."

The man's voice was filled with anticipation and love.

But in exchange, the woman decisively refused:

"No, Bennett, I'm serious too."

“You enjoy long periods of thoughtful silence, but ironically your creations love to talk.”

"They are always talking to each other, even when there are no tourists around."

The woman leaned against the man's exposed chest again, her voice soft, as if she was a gentle and obedient little woman at this time, without any aura of a dignified female leader.

"They always want to correct their mistakes and make themselves more humane."

"The way they talk to each other is just a way to practice, that's all."

The man caressed the woman's skin inch by inch, as if he was answering the lady's questions seriously, and seemed to be explaining.

"So...is this what you...are doing now?"

"practise?"

The woman tried her best to make a naughty expression, sliding her hands on the man's chest, her tone full of temptation and provocation.

......

The scene moves on to Maeve, the Behavioral Analysis Department.

Avril was carefully checking Maeve who was sleeping, and the two frightened staff from the security department were carefully observing.

"Run a quick diagnostic."

"Let me take a look..."

Avril habitually started talking to herself.

"There's some stuttering that doesn't affect running."

"There's a bit of cognitive dissonance."

"Because those idiots in the plot planning department..."

"There's also a lot of aggression."

...

"You don't need to be aggressive, do you... Maeve?"

"You just have to be quicker at reading those assholes that walk in the door..."

...

"Open your instinct attribute histogram, Maeve..."

"Cognitive abilities, emotional acuity, improved..."

"On the original basis, an increase of 3%..."

"Update completed, good..."

......

After finishing all this, Avril took a deep breath.

"Can she dream?"

At this moment, the fat-faced worker from the Security Department cautiously asked Avril.

"what?"

Avril was stunned for a moment and turned her gaze to the fat-faced man, as if she was curious about why he asked such a strange question.

"In her description, she said she had a dream, many times."

The fat-faced man hesitated, as if he was hiding something, and said nervously.

After hearing this, Avril immediately cast a contemptuous look at the other party, without covering up her sarcasm at all:

"Did we make her dream?"

"What's the point of doing this?"

"Dreams mainly come from memories. How cruel would it be if these poor cyborgs remembered what tourists did to them?"

"Yes, we did give them the concept of dreams."

"Especially the nightmares."

Avril said this and smiled proudly at the fat-faced man.

"Why...why?"

After hearing this, the fat-faced man looked nervous as if facing a formidable enemy.

"That's to prevent someone from forgetting to clear the data before they died after the maintenance is over!"

"That's all!"

...

"If she dreamed, she would only dream about the body shop and those careless bastards putting her back together again."

...

"She had some physical discomfort."

"You need to do a detailed physical examination on her next rotation."

"Okay, beauty, you can return to the competition."

......

Behavioral Analysis Department - 17th Floor.

This is a conversation between Karen, the female director of the Security Department, and Bennett, the male director of the Behavioral Analysis Department:

"I've been looking for you."

Karen's voice was a little urgent.

"I started work late this morning and didn't sleep well last night."

Bennett adjusted the frame of his black-rimmed glasses and apologized.

"That doesn't arouse my sympathy, especially with your erratic sleep."

"Did you know that Dr. Burt took over the writing staff at Moore Heath just before 11 o'clock in the morning?"

"The people on the board were unhappy."

Karen said with a worried look.

"Is this just a matter of time?"

Bennett didn't seem too surprised when he heard this. He seemed to know that this would happen sooner or later.

Seeing this, Karen frowned and continued:

"I specifically asked you before if Dr. Burt would be a problem."

"Promise me he won't."

"I can't tell you what I don't know."

When Karen said this, she stopped talking.

"Then tell me what you know."

After hearing this, Bennett opened his mouth slightly and blurted out a question.

"This morning, Dr. Burt opened up a large, deserted area of ​​the campus."

"To implement the new theme storyline he planned."

"It was his operation that threw half of the existing thematic storylines into chaos."

After Karen said this, she stopped talking and just stared at Bennett with strange eyes.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Bennett realized something was wrong. After thinking for a moment, he said in a deep voice.

"What do you say?"

"I specifically asked you whether the issue of the receptionist's abnormal situation has been resolved."

"What did you say?"

When Karen said this, her voice suddenly rose half as high, and her tone was full of questioning, even a little angry.

"It's solved."

When Bennet saw this, he took a breath and looked at the ceiling.

"Then why is your subordinate Avril still conducting follow-up investigations on the receptionist who had an abnormality before?"

"Please, mind your department, Bennet!"

"If you do have a problem, I strongly suggest you tell me directly."

Karen said this, glared at the other person, and then strode away, as if the man in front of her was just an ordinary colleague with her.

When Claure saw this, his mouth opened slightly, as if he couldn't relax.