About the Matter That I Joined the Evil Organization

"Will Sister Miller die...can it be cured?" Michelle, who was confused, turned her head and felt a piercing pain when she saw the big Miller who was already sleeping soundly on the bed.

In this future world, Michelle, Huang Miao and the others spent ten years unknown to him, an outsider.

From the peaceful daily life to such a cruel future, every day, every minute and every second of it, they cannot describe in words.

Obviously the big Miller was still alive, but it suddenly turned into a deadly atmosphere like a mourning hall, making No. 2 even want to place some sacrifices in front of that bed.

"Mr. Al, is Miss Miller's condition really that bad?"

Huang Miao didn't suspect that he was lying, but she didn't want to believe such a thing, and she didn't want to believe that the young lady who had been relying on her was so weak that she would die if she messed around on the ground a few times.

Because I believed in such a thing like this, it proved that it was their softness and their dependence...that made Miller look like this.

Two wouldn't lie to them, and didn't want to hide the condition of Big Miller, whose consciousness was being protected by the guardian in the guardian stone.

It was this protective measure that diverted the broken heart, so that the big Miller became such a state that needed someone to take care of, and because of this state, she had the opportunity to recuperate.

Noticing that the big Miller frowned while he was soundly sleeping, No. 2 got up and left the round table, first poured hot water from the thermos into the washbasin on the chair next to the bed, and raised the temperature of the small amount of cold water added inside.

When he felt that the water temperature was close to body temperature, he took off the clean towel hanging on the back of the chair, wrung out the wet towel, and then walked to the bedside to wipe the face of the big Miller.

After wiping off the sweat from the big Miller, he repeatedly wrung out the wet towel and wiped the big Miller's cheeks meticulously. After seeing that her sleeping face was relaxed, he washed the towel... Pour the sewage into the sewer, and re- I took a basin of clean water.

He added the remaining hot water in the kettle, adjusted the pillow under the head of the big Miller, and moved the arm soaked with saline to prevent it from being squeezed by the body.

After doing this, No. 2 sat down next to the small round table again, but saw several people staring at him with very strange eyes.

"Eh? Is there something wrong with my care just now?"

No. 2, who was stared at a little uncomfortable, asked guiltily, but facing his question, the three of them shook their heads, still maintaining their weird and slightly shocked expressions.

"I specifically asked the medical staff of the Black Hand Cult about how to do it. Did I make a mistake?"

"No no no..."

"No."

"..."

The more the three of them were like this, the more inexplicable No. 2 felt. Huang Miao kept shaking his head, Michelle still spoke softly, and Haiyin kept silent.

"Miss Huang Miao, please don't hide from me—"

"Oh, that...Mr. Al, don't you consider marrying Sister Miller?"

"Huh?" No. 2 felt that something was wrong with his ears, and that Huang Miao actually joked with him. Although she was not a particularly strict and stubborn woman, it was rare for her to joke with him. .

Especially on such an occasion, the big Miller is resting on the bed next to him. Of course, given the current situation of the big Miller, there is no need to worry that the discussion between them will disturb the big Miller.

Regarding the joke he heard, No. 2 said with a not-so-ugly smile. "Miss Huang Miao, this joke is not funny."

Maybe the big Miller's condition is getting worse and worse, so Huang Miao wants to use this kind of joke to ease the atmosphere... It doesn't look like anything.

No. 2 tilted his head full of doubts. Although he didn't think he understood the atmosphere very well, he really didn't feel that Huang Miao used this joke to ease the atmosphere.

It would be better to say that Michelle and Haiyin agreed with her joke.

Uh, marry Miller?

That Miller is only 12 years old, do you want him to be detained indefinitely by the Loli Protection Association (police station) in City Z!

No, the big Miller in this world is also 22 years old this year, but No. 2 has no idea of ​​doing such a thing of taking advantage of others.

Seeing that Huang Miao, Michelle, and Haiyin didn't agree with him at all, No. 2 wiped his cold sweat for no reason.

Just after the research facility finished communicating with Kerry, No. 2, who was waiting for the Black Hand Cult in the refuge to make him an arctic exploration equipment suit, shivered for no reason.

It seems that he really needs a cold-proof suit. You see, he was very cold in the North Pole.

"No, Mr. Al, I'm not joking. How should I put it, I feel that you and Sister Miller really match."

"Ah, is it? I'm so happy, do you think I'll say that? However, I'm married, and I have three fiancees waiting for me."

"……what?!"

"Hey hey!!"

"!!"

It seems that he is a married man, and it is really surprising that he has three fiancees.

Thinking about it carefully, I am still quite popular, which makes No. 2 a little proud.

"So I'm sorry, but you want me to marry Miss Miller..."

"Not only is he married, but he also has three fiancees. Are they Muslims? No, Mr. Al is a standard oriental man. He is a big man by accident. If this is the case, it doesn't matter if we add another sister Miller."

Huang Miao interrupted him, and gave him a very unreliable suggestion with a smirk.

No. 2 doesn't think this is a good thing, and he doesn't dislike the big Miller. As a split body, he will probably stay in this world for the rest of his life, and the big Miller's life is only a few months. Only a few years.

If ... can bring her good memories, No. 2 would not hesitate to send the big Miller for the last time as her husband.

"..."

But he felt that Huang Miao's thinking seemed to be different from his.

Faced with his silence, Huang Miao stretched out his hands to count the days, and then his eyes lit up.