Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Under Antonio's calm face, there seemed to be a storm brewing. He looked at Azathoth, and there seemed to be ice buried in those dark eyes.

For a moment, he remembered that when Ulysses Valen got away from the bar today, the series of reporting calls even reached him and Sabrina... But after thinking about it for a moment, Antonio still didn't think about it. speak out.Regardless of whether the other party knew it or not, once he said it himself, the originally friendly favor would become a coercion with a special meaning, which would undoubtedly make the current communication more difficult.

The human, ready to haggle, asks, "What do you want?"

**

Around six o'clock in the evening, Williams and Yuri took Erica home. Antonio hadn't left yet, but their conversation had come to an end for the time being.To his surprise, the young man who called himself 'Azathoth' was surprisingly easy to talk to.

His request was not easy to achieve, but it was much simpler than Antonio had expected.

I don't know if there is any credit for Igor?He took a glance at the gray-haired young man, who received his gaze this time, and turned his head to make an invitation: "Since it's already this time, why don't you stay for dinner?"

Antonio froze for a moment: "Have you got dinner?"

During their previous conversation, there was silence in the huge apartment, except for the chirping of insects and birds outside the window.If it wasn't for the black-haired, red-eyed boy who poked his head out from the open-air balcony to greet Azathoth and ask some questions, Antonio would have thought that there was no one else here besides them.

The kitchen was open, and when he walked in the door, he glanced in that direction, and it was also empty, with no ingredients on the outside and no smoke, as if no one had used it for a long time.

Williams' OCD... What he didn't know was that other people in the room had complained about it.

In short, the people here seemed to be devoid of otherworldly things, so the option of staying for dinner naturally did not appear in Antonio's mind.

"Unfortunately, Williams has something to go out today, and Azathoth and I don't have time to cook." Igor walked to the refrigerator and opened the door of the refrigerator to take a look, "I'm afraid we can only order takeaway .”

The answer was surprisingly down-to-earth.And forget it about Williams, why do you and this...god walker actually know how to cook?

Antonio couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, not knowing what expression to put on.That little Omega girl who sat obediently on the side doing her homework after returning home at night would put down her pen and look up at him curiously. Her green eyes were shining brightly, making Antonio feel like he had become a big beast locked in a cage. .

A boy with black hair and red eyes has already come out of the balcony, holding a mobile terminal like a little adult and asking everyone what they want for dinner. It seems that they are ordering takeaway, and they don't know whose money they are spending. Qian... The boy was followed by another little girl with gray hair and black skin and an old red hairpin. Her facial features were somewhat similar to Igor's. As she walked, she turned her head and stared at Antonio closely. The feeling of the little beast seeing an intruder who strayed into its territory.Antonio knew this kid. Well, Wendy, the Sullivans were all amazing, and in the same sense they were worrying.

The fish in the pond who was hurt by Arthur when he repaired the sewer in the zoo... Anyway, Ulysses Warren, who was said to be a new star in the medical field, but later became a lunatic that many people avoid, had a relationship with the Red Thread Corps some time ago It is said that they have shown jerky but still talented fighting skills, as well as terrifying self-healing ability.Judging from the previous report, he still can't feel pain. It is not known whether it is a congenital disease or a sequela caused by the out-of-control ability.This guy has always looked sluggish, as if he hadn't slept well for ten days and a half months and was forced to work. He stayed with Williams, discussing something in a low voice.

Williams, a 'person' who has never appeared before, seems to appear out of thin air in this world.With ease, politeness and tolerance, the behavior of dealing with people is very mature, and should have been well educated.But no one knew about him at all, just like no one knew about Azathoth and Hugo.

As for Azathoth...

Antonio looked away in fear of avoiding him when he walked by, feeling that there was some kind of terrifying shadow wrapped around him, and he would only feel that chaotic and crazy gaze when he looked closely, as if in the abyss The ugly monster coveted the outside world in the darkness. At this moment, Antonio thanked the other party for wearing a cloak and not just walking on the street.

Otherwise, how many people would cry and worship him even if they lost their minds, and how many people would die in pain, fear and delirium because of the pollution?

What about Igor?Is he still sober?is he still alive

Antonio suddenly lost the courage to investigate further.

His weakness didn't show in his words, and it became instinctive to hide himself: "There's no need for dinner..."

"Really?" The little boy who was holding the mobile terminal but didn't look at the screen all the time made people wonder how he was operating it and asked with his face raised, "Don't you want some takoyaki? I ordered a lot of them."

"..."

As soon as Hugo finished speaking, Antonio felt a wet, slippery black thing flashing past the corner, like a cat hiding from people, but he knew it was definitely not a cat.

At this moment, Mr. Minister was terrified.

There was a crack in his stable expression, and he had to raise his hand to cover his mouth as a cover: "No need, thank you... I'm sorry to say goodbye first..."

The anti-theft door opened and was forced to close with a bang.

Hugo looked innocent: "What's wrong with the octopus balls? Are they delicious?"

Igor said: "Do you really want to see him change his face? Antonio's temper is not as good as it is today, and he probably really doesn't have the mood to socialize. He even seems a little reluctant when talking to us."

"Oh." Hugo said thoughtfully, "I think it's a bit funny that he looks serious and embarrassed but has to deal with it."

"...Then you and the Consul may have some common topics." Igor looked at the bionic man rather speechlessly, "What did you order for takeaway?"

"Large serving of takoyaki, pot-packed pork, durian pizza, and pineapple purple rice."

Igor thought for a while, but didn't comment on this complicated and strange combination. At least they are bright in color and look pretty good. Azathoth should like it.

**

Around ten o'clock, the street lamps in the apartment complex were dimly bright, exuding a glistening white light, which became even dimmer after the curtains were closed.

The little ones had gone to bed, and the grown-ups were still doing what grown-ups could do.

Such as staying up late.

Igor changed into a thick quilt suitable for covering in winter, and stuffed the thinner one back into the cabinet.In the process of tidying up, he looked at the tiny tentacles protruding from the strange corners of the cabinet door to help him tidy up the quilt, and asked softly without turning around: "Is it because of me that you agreed to Antonio? Will it be difficult?"

Of course he believed in Azathoth's ability... But sometimes, how should I put it, human beings can't restrain themselves from having unnecessary worries, especially those with a sense of responsibility.

And now Igor no longer feels that his question will cause Azathoth to misunderstand, thinking that his favored one is doubting his strength, so he said it naturally when he thought of it.

"Well, in fact, I have always felt that it is their loss that the Federation sacrificed you, but it is necessary to seek compensation for you, so this is one of the purposes." Azathoth said absently, as if he was thinking about something else, "Saving people is not difficult, as long as you choose the right method. I know...I know Arthur well in the past, and I am mentally prepared for what he may do. What needs to be solved now are other problems."

"What's the problem?" Igor looked at the two in the cabinet with a bit of distress. Because the owner's attention was not here, they couldn't control them properly so that they were tangled together and couldn't be pulled apart, making a mess of the newly paved place. He could vaguely see some angry little tentacles, hesitating whether to reach out to take out the quilt and untie them.

Now the cabinet is too full for his hands to get in.Azathoth's voice was not too loud, and he hesitated: "It's just... well, I always feel that my past is irrelevant, and I don't care much about it, but human beings have always had different concerns from me. If you think about it carefully, It would be nice if you are interested and can understand a little bit... Igor? Igor?" The last two sentences raised his voice slightly.

"What...?" Igor snapped back to his senses, "Sorry, I, you, I mean your tentacles..."

"Oh." Azathoth realized something dull.A little embarrassed, he untied his tentacles, carefully spread the quilt, and then closed the cabinet door from the inside, so that the group of stupid tentacles disappeared in front of the human eyes, "I didn't pay attention just now."

"You said...in the past?" Igor actually heard what Azathoth was saying, but he didn't react, and now he has to work hard to keep his attention from showing any expressions he shouldn't have, "I Always interested, but I thought you'd be hesitant to bring that up."

"It's just a little complicated." Azathoth sighed, "Sometimes I can't figure it out myself, and I'm too lazy to think about it."

There are too many chaotic times and memory fragments, large and small.When he was still Him, wandering in the universe was like walking in his own dreams, a random thought, some sudden decision, interests that appeared and disappeared like lightning... He had too much, everything belonged to Him , nothing belongs to Him, God is the creator and bystander of the world.

He wrote every trace of the birth and death of life, but never became the protagonist in the story.