Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Longman Griffin considered himself a civilized man.

Of course, he couldn't really just kill Adams Rossetti like this, and it wasn't for any just reason such as obeying the law.Taking a step back, even if you want to negotiate business with someone, you have to find out what the other party lacks in advance. Even if he goes to Ulysses Varen or Azathoth to claim credit and say: Look at me. Killing your enemies ahead of time is very likely to be regarded as a neuropathy-people may not even know who Adams is, and naturally it is impossible to express gratitude to the Griffin family for inexplicable reasons.

Therefore, Adams himself didn't know that he had walked through the gates of hell, and the banquet ended in a hurry. He vaguely felt that Longman's attitude towards him had undergone a 180-degree change, from being friendly at the beginning to The subsequent indifference and even a little irony are like watching a person who has half a foot in a coffin without knowing it.

But even if Adams thought about it, he couldn't figure out why all this was happening.

I heard that Longman Griffin's mental state was not normal a few years ago?

With subtle vigilance, Adams didn't say much after returning home, instead, he behaved honestly and low-key, and didn't even have time to deal with the tabloids that made up pink gossip.

It's a pity that his youngest son Lyle Rossetti couldn't understand his father's painstaking efforts at all.

**

"Uncle Nixon?" Wendy said, "What do you want from me?"

"Don't call me that at work." Nixon, who became an uncle without checking for a while, put his hands in his pockets, and said to Wendy seriously, "Those in your family...your brother and the others, what are you up to lately?"

"What are you busy with?" Wendy looked blank, "Not busy."

"Really? That means Yuri is really interested in the youngest son of the Rossetti family?"

Wendy thought about it carefully before she remembered who it was.No way, now she sees more weird times and people's names every day than in the past ten years combined, since Yuri himself doesn't care, it's impossible for her to care about a little person who can't be compared with each other—although Lyell himself would probably not admit to such a claim.

"I don't think he's any different from before. It doesn't look like he's in a relationship." Wendy tapped her temples and thought, "Why do you say that?"

Nixon gave her a screenshot of a tabloid headline on the gossip page: "The sensitivity of your incident needs to be raised, but let's not talk about it for now. You see, the rumors I mentioned to you two days ago have not subsided yet."

Not only did it not stop, but even the heat increased slightly.

As far as Nixon knew, the Rossetti family was not open-minded enough to be willing to joke about their youngest son's love affair, but for some reason they did not stop interfering after the rumors fermented for two full days.This made Nixon almost suspect that they already knew about Yuri's connection with Azathoth, and tried to get on the line with a certain big shot in this way.

He didn't know Rossetti's specific thoughts and movements, but Igor didn't control his speech, so it became meaningful in the eyes of insiders.

If you want to shut up the tabloids, it's just a matter of one sentence.

But the tabloids are still spreading rumors, does it mean...he or one of his loved ones wants to see such a result?

With this in mind, those who were eager to please the gods did not dare to make any big moves, and the situation became strangely stalemate, so the topic became even more heated under the faint indulgence that was the opposite of restraint. ?

Wendy knew what Nixon meant.

She also found it a bit strange, but it was Yuri's private matter after all, so she didn't give an answer immediately, but invited: "Would you like to come to my house for dinner tonight? My brother told me some time ago that you haven't seen each other for several months." We met."

Nixon's relaxed expression froze instantly.

He began to mentally simulate 108 ways to politely refuse.

But Wendy is a crisp girl.Seeing that Nixon didn't refuse right away, she thought it was the other party's acquiescence, so she happily set a time and went back to her desk to start processing work.

Nixon opened and closed his mouth, he couldn't bear to live up to Wendy's expectations, and he really hoped to have a chance to meet and chat with Igor... Well, it's just a visit to an old friend, nothing special.

He is not a favored person of some evil tentacle monster, nor does he live with strange beings, and he doesn't have the habit of showing affection...everything is so ordinary and normal!Calm down Nixon!After so many years, you are used to all the changes, and you can do it!

Visiting old married classmates is absolutely, absolutely fine!

Mr. Commentator absently touched the fish all afternoon, his mind filled with scenes from horror movies.

Fucking bloody imagination that has nowhere to go.

**

Nixon contacted Igor in advance to confirm that he would go to Cengfan at night.

Then he was ready to go, tidying up his casual clothes meticulously—as if he was wearing a bulletproof vest—and calmly came to the familiar apartment and rang the doorbell.

The door opened.

Things seem a little different than expected.

The person who came out to greet her was Wendy. With a bitter face, she had a strange expression of encountering a huge problem and didn't know how to describe it or how to solve it. She made a 'please' gesture to Nixon.

"Uncle Nixon, I'm terribly sorry but I have to say you came at the wrong time."

Didn't you invite me here?

Nixon cautiously stepped his left foot into the abyss... No, it was Igor's house, and while taking off his coat and shoes, he asked, "What happened?"

"Didn't you ask what my brother is up to this afternoon?" Wendy wrinkled her face and said in an erratic tone, "Now I know."

Two minutes later, Nixon was allowed to enter the master bedroom of the house, and he also somewhat understood why Wendy had that expression.

Standing in front of him was a... er, black goat calf.

At first glance, it looks like an ordinary black goat cub with tiny curly hair and looks fluffy and cute.

"This is your pet...?" Nixon wanted to say that this kind of pet is quite rare, but as soon as he said the words, he felt a chill on his back, and his whole body shivered, and then he found Asato Si, Igor and the lamb stared at him at the same time.

I don't know why, but Nixon felt the coolness from the lamb standing on the carpet and pawing its hooves, as if it was standing at the door of a freezer, even though it was just a small animal that shouldn't have intelligence.That creepy feeling haunted him all the time, constantly stimulating the nerves in his brain. If Igor wasn't here, he might have already run away.

"This is our child." Azathoth's tone was also indescribable, but he spoke very slowly, and his enunciation was clear enough, so Nixon fully understood what he was saying.

But Mr. Commentator would rather be a little deaf-blind, hear nothing, see nothing.

"You, what did you say?" He asked with difficulty.

"That's right." At this embarrassing and complicated moment, Wendy stood up and explained to Nixon, "Although she is said to be, uh, conceived by the gods, she is not the kind of 'child' in our biological sense. .”

Nixon breathed a sigh of relief reflexively, not even knowing what he was relaxing.

Things obviously got even weirder!

Unnecessary knowledge has increased!

"And it is said that this is not her original appearance."

While speaking, Wendy glanced at the yawning lamb lying on the ground, and had the illusion that she would not be rejected if she went up and stroked her fur, but would anyone really dare to go up and stroke the sheep at this moment?Although it looks really cute.

"That's right." Azathoth said expressionlessly, "Just before you saw her for the first time, she still didn't quite agree with human aesthetics."

Igor, who was next to him, recalled the rotting lumps of rotting flesh rolled and tangled together under the cloud and mist, the black tentacles of the same origin as Azathoth, and the short hooves growing between the tendons, even though he was already familiar with these gods With a strange appearance, a row of goosebumps still instinctively appeared on his arms.

Azathoth seemed to know what he was thinking, and cast an aggrieved gaze that only Igor could see.

'It's not our fault. '

'I didn't say I didn't like it. 'Igor looked back calmly.

'Then do you think it looks good? 'The gods are making progress.

'...'

The human guardian pretended not to see it.

After all, admitting one's own acceptance and habit is the same thing, and the emotional filter is also 800 meters thick, but the nature of the species is to appreciate this thing... It's not that Ai Wu and Wu can distort and lie without conscience.

"This is not her real body." Azathoth had to give up, and explained to his sister and guests, "It probably fell out of some corner of the universe, don't worry too much, no matter what you call her ' or 'He' will do."

"But she also has the same thinking ability as a human being," he added, "so don't try to deceive and control her."

Strictly speaking, this is not the first time, Azathoth is very skilled.

The key with the ability to manipulate time and space that I encountered in Kemingting Town was more or less related to him... This is not easy to explain. After all, the timeline of Azathoth is relatively chaotic. The God of Creation and the bunch of 'evil gods' wandering in unknown universes are basically related.

And the one in front of me... the legendary avatar of the Supreme Mother Goddess came to Azathoth by chance, and in the process of merging with the world to obtain a body, it was accidentally contaminated with the bodies of Azathoth and Igor (probably because these are the two 'human beings' closest to her), so when Azathoth introduced it just now, he said 'our child'.

In this way, the fact that the little life was bred in the chaos during the unmarried stage can be covered up!

Today's wit get√

Although Igor doesn't care about this kind of thing at all.

A moment later, after a short, suffocating silence, Nixon asked a question that everyone cared about:

"This one, miss (?), what's your name?"

"Shabu," Azathoth searched through his memory for a long time before finding the relevant content (he almost gave this uninvited, who is now barely his and Igor's child, a new name) , "You can call her Shabu."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young black goat let out a soft cry, and under the eyes of everyone, it turned into a naked little girl on the ground.

Nixon raised his head at the speed of light and looked at the ceiling without speaking.

Wendy whispered beside him: "It seems that my brother and Lord Shenming have been busy with this matter for the past two days, so they didn't have time to deal with Yuri's lace news."

"..."

Bitter tears that didn't exist evaporated in his eyes.

If the time could go back a few hours, Nixon would definitely say: I don't want to know!

At this time, Igor raised his hand and put the quilt on the child, then turned his head and asked his sister as if nothing happened: "What do you think is wrong with Yuri?"