Let the whole universe drop SAN together

"Okay," the culprit was gearing up, "Now we are all our own!"

Azathoth was noncommittal about its forced buying and selling, with an expression of 'I'll see what you can come up with'.

"Come on, I'll go see if Igor has any results."

The bionic man Williams was helping Igor. When Azathoth walked to the study, he saw it carrying an old newspaper that was one meter high. On the bridge of his nose was a pair of flat lights that probably came from Igor. Glasses.Seeing Azathoth's slightly confused eyes, the bionic man skillfully smacked the glasses frame with the knuckles of his middle finger: "Many previous news reports on Starnet have been deleted, although there is a certain possibility of recovery, but the workload is too much. Large, or paper documents are easy to save.”

Azathoth: "It's the first time I've seen a bionic person who said such a thing."

"You've only seen two of them in total." The bionic man, whose honorific vocabulary is twice as large as Hugo's, walked around Azathoth with a smile, even though the object in his hand was completely higher than his head. Blocking the line of sight, its every step is still as stable as Mount Tai.

Igor has no problem with his eyesight, but he has the habit of wearing glasses when he is studying the paperwork. At this time, the glasses were taken by Williams, and Azathoth noticed that the hand he raised to support the bridge of his nose felt empty. , his eyes were still a little dazed when he raised his head in surprise.

But the gray-haired young man reacted quickly, and put down his hand calmly: "I just found something interesting, I wonder if you are interested?"

Without waiting for Azathoth's answer, he spread out a huge old newspaper on the table, with the sign of Port Yalple depicted on the top of the headline.

This newspaper looked familiar. Azathoth thought about it for a moment, and pulled out a picture from the corner of his memory: When Erica Bacon was being chased and intercepted in the port of Yarpley, she saw a report of the wrecked pirates. The spaceship news tabloid used this as an inspiration to call God's real name. At that time, the tabloid seemed to come from the same newspaper as the one in front of me.

This is really focusing on supernatural news for 100 years, and I am afraid that it has reached the level where the newspaper's internal horror and ghost stories are self-produced and sold, occupying seats in the madhouse all the year round.

Igor didn't know what Azathoth was thinking, he just said: "Look, here is one of the major discoveries made by the federal archaeological team 16 years ago. They discovered that the advanced civilization was active in a natural relic of the capital star. Therefore, it is suspected that an intelligent race was born on this planet. However, there were continuous internal and external conflicts in the Federation at that time, and many people strongly opposed investing resources in unnecessary humanistic exploration, so this old news was only in a small area. After it was reported inside, no one paid any attention to it.”

Azathoth raised his eyebrows: "Is everyone else so obedient?"

In his view, rebellious behavior can basically be regarded as one of the essences of human beings. Many times people may not have the spirit of breaking the casserole to ask the truth about certain truths. There will definitely be opponents who insist on fighting against each other regardless of right or wrong.

What's more, exploring the history of the planet itself cannot be measured by pure right and wrong, so some people think it is unnecessary, and some people must regard it as the whole of life, and vice versa.

The federal government cannot prohibit this aspect of academic research into the law. Archeology is not illegal and has no moral loss. Everyone still has the right to determine their own professional freedom. War and civil strife cannot be a reason for everyone to give up honestly.

"I've also considered this issue." Igor said solemnly. In order to facilitate his work with his head down, he combed his gray hair in a half-finger-long braid on the lower part of his head. When he nodded, he was immediately attracted. He caught Azathoth's attention, and almost couldn't hear what the human beings were saying, "Although there are many voices calling on people to live frugally and prepare carefully for war, there are still a lot of voices in some colleges and universities that insist on continuing to explore."

"In this newspaper...and on this date, the opinions of the people are not unified, and paper newspapers cannot comment in real time. They also deliberately opened a column for posting online comments."

"However, there was a special time node after that, about half a month later, the people who initially claimed to stick to it disappeared, and the number of messages decreased a lot, and then the last point of interest was not published in public. Opinion, so this news completely disappeared in people's memory."

"So the question now is, what happened in the middle?"

"You didn't know then?"

"My middle school and high school are all fully enclosed boarding schools." Igor said, "The management is very strict, and students basically have no access to outside information."

If there are relatives living in the local area, it is not difficult to communicate occasionally, but Igor obviously does not meet this condition.

"I asked some friends who might know the answer." For example, Mr. Nixon, who did not want to be named, "he said that most people don't know what's going on, but no one cares, because it will be a few months later." In the consul election, Sabrina Guevilla is the first Omega close to the position of Chief Consul, and there are almost as many people who are optimistic about her as those who are against her, and everyone's attention has been successfully diverted."

"Then," Azathoth said thoughtfully, "the Federation or the Holy See may indeed have discovered something at that time. Peaceful appeals won't make people shut up, but forceful deterrence can."

Igor nodded again: "I'm afraid many policies in recent years have..."

His next words got stuck, because Azathoth couldn't resist reaching out and pulling the hairy gray pigtail.

but……

"Is this light yellow hair bow tied with Wendy's?"

"It's Erica's." Igor coughed, "I just saw that I borrowed it."

"I was just about to say something..."

"Oh, some transfer orders in recent years may be related to the research on the bone in the sea. Zerg Emperor Arthur probably discovered this many years ago, so he took advantage of people's mimicry of the Zerg Hidden nails were planted when the ability was not well understood, and never exposed even when the battle situation was the most dangerous... Are you planning to braid your hair? But the length of the hair should not be enough..."

As it turned out, Azathoth couldn't do pigtails at all.

If it is said that Igor combed his hair in a simple but orderly manner, Azathoth would probably be included in the collection of consequences of the ancient earth's "Dad with Baby".

The conversation between the two of them stopped abruptly here, and Igor spent the next hour on how to separate the curled hair and headband, and racked his brains to stop Azathoth as if seeing Actively acting like a cat teaser.

**

Hugo later entered into the search engine in front of Igor: "What's the matter with my boyfriend/girlfriend always playing with my hair/fingers/clothes corners/thighs at work".

The most upvoted answer is: You want him/her to work, and he/she wants to sleep with you.

"..."

The bionic man looked at Igor meaningfully.

The young man standing opposite it turned off the screen of the tablet computer calmly: "I can tell you a universal law of human behavior on the Internet: any reasonable interaction will be labeled as sexually suggestive by some people."

"But they have no object and can only talk in the virtual machine, and you can put all human imagination into action without any burden."

Azathoth, who passed by here by no coincidence, said in agreement: "Hugo, thank you."

"You're welcome." The bionic man smiled reservedly, and didn't say that he lacked inspiration and materials for creation recently.

**

"I want to take a look at the ruins mentioned in the previous report." Igor propped his head on one hand, looking a little tired." Wendy said that that night she also felt some kind of power calling herself, let her I'm afraid it's not a good thing to have that spine buried in the body, it would be great if we could solve the problem from the source."

Azathoth had nothing to object to: "Where are the ruins?"

"The East Ninth District in the southern hemisphere, I checked a little bit, it is a small island that was once inaccessible, and is now used as a military training base in the capital."

"Then let's go and have a look in these two days." Azathoth thought of something again, "After we left and returned from the sea that night, what happened to the bug corpses and bones in the sea?"

"The corpse was salvaged overnight without preventing pollution, and the bones were also transported to other underwater fortresses. It is said that there is no residue left on the Benosi seabed."

"Arthur is quite ruthless." Azathoth said with emotion that there was a feeling of "the puppy I used to raise is so fierce", and it seemed a bit condescending and ruthless.

Igor didn't agree with his attitude, but he was used to it. Hearing this, he asked, "Speaking of which, how did you deal with him?"

"What can I say to the enemy?... But I didn't kill him completely. The Zerg's structure is rather magical, and it is difficult to kill their leader from a purely spiritual perspective." Azathoth thought for a while, trying to explain, "Strictly speaking, Arthur is dead, but most of his memories, ideas, habits, etc. will be inherited by the next Zerg Emperor spawned by the Zerg. They are different individuals and almost the same existence. Only by relying on With this kind of succession mechanism, it will not happen that after the death of the previous ruler, the new ruler’s philosophy will be completely contradictory to the previous one, causing the whole society to stagnate under the opposite order.”

"So in the past I used some, um, more drastic measures."

Igor frowned slightly, and didn't ask what the 'dramatic method' was.

"So what did you do this time?"

"I locked him up." Azathoth was not very interested in this topic, but he still answered Igor's question seriously, "I locked him up in a place where no one else can touch, I hope he can correct himself after he is released from prison." Be a good bug who has morality and quality in the new era and does not cause trouble to others."