Let the whole universe drop SAN together

"You..." Igor didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a pause, he asked in a low voice, "What happened to your face?"

There is a terrible black scar on the brow bone on the right side of his cheek, like a crack on the ground covered by rocks, extending to the forehead, just looking at it hurts—but Azathoth, the god 'It should be painless.

"What does it have to do with you?" Shen Ming said wearily.

Strictly speaking, it was the first time for Igor to see Azathoth who was "true to him", and there was a bit of novelty in his complicated mood.Taking advantage of the conversation, he carefully looked at the god at this time from head to toe.

Azathoth still had silky black hair at this time, hanging down to the crook of his elbow.His appearance is about the same age as in Igor's impression, but his temperament of repelling people thousands of miles away is heavier, and the expression between his eyebrows and eyes is colder, and there is even a cold sense of disgust.The robe he was wearing was not a style that Igor had ever seen, it was wider than the human impression, and the texture looked a bit like sackcloth, which made his wrist bones sticking out from the cuffs like dead branches wrapped in straw , appear hard and sharp.

There were some decorations on the robe that could not be found without paying attention. Before Igor had time to observe more carefully, he only saw a few round dark brown buttons, a few metal products hanging on silver chains, There are also ornaments carved from stone and bone.

However, the watermelon rind he holds in his hand seriously weakens the sense of fear and alienation he brings to the bystanders.

Therefore, although Igor was in a delicate mood, he still said calmly: "I am your favored person, so it is necessary to take care of your health."

The god glanced at him inexplicably, thought for a while and asked: "Don't bother, what do you want from me?" He put the watermelon rind on the ground, "For its sake, I can respond to you request."

Ah...so a slice of watermelon is worth a wish?

If I had known that He liked watermelons so much, I should have bought more.

Igor coughed, and said under Azathoth's indifferent gaze: "Then, please tell me why your face became like this."

If Azathoth had said what was in his heart, he might have scolded 'damn mentally retarded' at this time.

He waited for a long time. Seeing that Igor did not intend to change his mind, he said reluctantly: "There is no chance to repent... This is because I am not very familiar with the human body."

The god raised his hand and stroked the wound on his face jerky: "It's so strange. Although many troublesome restrictions have been removed, this body is still much more fragile than I imagined." He moved the other hand Hold it up in front of your eyes, open and close your five fingers, and move your knuckles in trouble, "It's okay to be tired, hungry, and painful..." And those complex emotions that are affected by nerves and hormones, loneliness, happiness, sad, satisfied.

Azathoth did not say the second half of the sentence.He doesn't quite understand the use of these things. Although he can't understand, he can't really feel every subtle change in this body. It's like watching a movie through a screen. How can the audience imagine the joys and sorrows of the characters? for what?But they really exist, just like 4843 always said: "When you are in a bad mood, you will come to me." Azathoth: "I am not in a bad mood."

"You have." The robot didn't mind his rebuttal, and said seriously, "The results of my data analysis and processing tell me that you have."

If it says yes, then so be it.

Azathoth didn't care much.

There are too few things that He is interested in. Countless time points are jumping before His eyes, the universe is constantly being born and destroyed, and the world is repeating the process of creating something from nothing. He is sleeping, dreaming, and feeling all of these.

But there are always some lives that are special.

There is a saying in human beings that 'a person will not step into the same river twice in his life'.

Azathoth had to say that he did not dream of two identical 'people'.In the chaotic time and space, every individual he meets is unique.

4843 is like this, and so is the human being in front of him.

You see, this is the first time that 'someone' will take a chance to make a wish and ask Him, 'What happened to the wound on your face? '.

"That's right." Igor said, "Humans have their own weaknesses. How do you feel about life now?"

Azathoth deliberately reminded him that this was already the second question.

But somehow he still replied: "It's the same as before, this is just a random attempt. In order to stuff a part of myself into this shell, I discarded a lot of things that are temporarily useless, but it still feels a bit crowded now." .”

He unconsciously licked his lower lip: "The watermelon I ate just now has no taste, is there something wrong with the sense of taste?"

Igor blinked and reminded him: "You don't feel pain either."

"Hmm." The god replied, frowning, looking extremely distressed.

Human beings have a rebellious idea, he now thinks that He is extremely cute... It's not that evil gods in ordinary times are not cute, but there is a big difference in the direction of cuteness between a newborn cat that is learning to walk and a mature big cat.Igor coughed again, cleared his mind, and said seriously: "It's okay, you can choose those good-looking things to eat."

Azathoth listened to his words.

Azathoth suddenly realized.

Azathoth looked at the humans in front of him, and politely asked a question: "I think you look good, but humans don't seem to advocate cannibalism?"

"..."

**

"Do as the Romans do when you go to the countryside." The god said with his legs crossed.

Now they sat side by side on the ground against the wall.The sense of alienation on Azathoth's body has almost dissipated, allowing Igor to regain the familiar feeling.

"I made a deal with some dying people and took away some important fragments of their composition: memories, thoughts, habits..." He said calmly, "When there are hundreds of thousands and millions of samples, It is very simple to create such a body. Not only the body, but also my current way of thinking and some behavior habits have been affected, and as I use this body for a long time, it becomes, how to say, in your eyes It's going to become more and more 'normal'."

"What do you want?" Igor couldn't help asking, "What is this for?"

"No reason." Azathoth looked at his bloodless fingertips, and he saw something flowing in the blood through the skin, "There is no reason, jumping from one point in time to another point in time, from One planet comes to another, from the beginning of the universe to the end of the universe..." The god's dark eyes, which failed to reflect anything, fell on Igor, "I treat it as Take an endless journey."

After finishing speaking, he said to himself again: "Perhaps I was also influenced by the human body to say such things."

"Every traveler has a home," Igor said.

"I don't have that kind of thing." The god raised a pale smile, "This universe belongs to me."

The next moment, His hand was covered by another warm human palm.

Azathoth hadn't realized whose connivance this presumptuous behavior came from—in short, he was stunned for a moment, and heard the human beings around him repeat again: "Every traveler has a home."

His smile widened a little, and he turned half sideways and lifted the human chin to look at him curiously: "Will your next sentence be, 'This is my home'?"

Seems like you've been in the habit of entertaining yourself on the Internet since then?

Igor flashed this thought, and said calmly: "No, on another planet, another galaxy."

"Well, Great Prophet?" Azathoth snorted coldly and sat back, "Didn't you say that you are my favored one, I order you to sacrifice two more slices of watermelon."

I don't know if it's his illusion, but I always feel that the burning hunger in my stomach has subsided a lot during such meaningless conversations.

Or is it really due to the piece of watermelon just now?

The god who is not very familiar with the human body thought suspiciously.

Igor agreed to him, and invited him: "Do you want to go out for a walk? Today is Christmas Eve."

"What is Christmas Eve?"

I just heard the name this afternoon.

Igor said: "It's a very grand festival."

I don't know which word touched my heart, Kami stood up, put on the hood and hid himself in the dark.

"Okay." He said in a muffled voice, "I don't hate bionics. Where they appear, there will be fewer humans."

"I don't hate them either." Thinking of Hugo's human brows and eyes softly, "I have a friend who is a bionic person."

"...Really?" Azathoth doubted, "What's its name?"

"Hugo." Igor replied, "Although I have read Victor Hugo's articles, I don't know anything about literature."

The god gave a "tsk".They bypassed the attention of other people in the house, and quietly came to the street already shrouded in silver-white moonlight, surrounded by the chirping of flying insects, crickets and frogs.In a peaceful atmosphere, Azathoth said, "Where's the watermelon?"

The human snickered.He took a hasty breath to cover up his smile, and said softly, "I'm afraid the fruit shop is closed now, should I go to the convenience store to buy some cakes or cotton candy?"

Oh, and they have no money yet.

This problem is more serious. Even if it is not in the real world, Igor does not want to rely on stealing to get something for nothing. This is a matter of principle.After moving away from the area that was said to have been attacked by bionics, the surrounding gradually became lively, with Christmas trees full of colorful lights and huge Santa Claus stickers everywhere.Even though it is midsummer in Australia in December, there are still people wearing heavy red coats, Santa hats and white beards on dry and hot nights, smiling and stuffing small gifts into the hands of passing children.

This place is so full of vitality that it is impossible to imagine that it will become a white and dead planet in a few years.

The sound of fireworks exploding in the air interrupted Azathoth's reply.

They looked in the direction of the sound together. A large-scale event was being held in the square as bright as day, and a young girl passed by them holding a sign that Igor could not understand.Noticing his gaze, the girl happily waved the sign and said, "Hello! There are free hot dogs and drinks over there, you can take them as you like! Ah, couples can also receive a fruit platter~"

She narrowed her eyes narrowly, looking at the hands of Igor and Azathoth.In fact, there is no rule that 'only couples can take it', she just wanted to make a good joke in a warm atmosphere, "Of course, if you are not a couple...wow!"

Igor turned around suddenly, grabbed Azathoth's back and kissed him before he could react.

After a short contact, he turned his head and smiled politely at the girl: "Thank you, is there any watermelon in the fruit platter?"