Let the whole universe drop SAN together

When Ford Hill walked into the gate of the Port Yalple Church, it happened that several black-capped sparrows lying on the eggshell-like dome were frightened, flapped their wings and rushed into the clouds dyed red by the setting sun and disappeared. trace.

Noyce looked up at them to leave, and complained casually: "There are too many stupid birds in the countryside, it's fine to fly around, and shit everywhere."

The blond-haired and gray-eyed Alpha stared at the backs of the birds and asked, "Is it a very common bird?"

"It's very common. If you stay here for a month, you will be annoyed by their chirping and the layer of bird droppings on the floating roof."

When he entered the church and questioned the bishop, Benson looked at Ford's back and couldn't help laughing.

Knowing what he was laughing at, Noyce pretended to take out a small notebook from his pocket to record with a ballpoint pen, and imitated Ford Hill's tone and said, "I'm very sorry, I'm not very good at electronic devices."

Benson rolled his eyes: "I don't know what abilities he has that the headquarters value."

Noyce nodded sympathetically, and the two of them looked at each other, feeling that their relationship, which was originally a quarrel every day, was brought closer by a rival who both disliked.

Twenty minutes later, Ford came out of the church, holding a notebook and asked, "What do you know about the Bacon family living in the slums?"

"Bishop Shelley mentioned many names to me just now, and I screened out some of the key points: almost all the elders in Bacon's family have not received systematic education, and they are the main supporters of the 'evil spirit theory'. On the contrary, they are called Erica Bacon’s youngest girl is said to be a rare genius with a high IQ. Bishop Shelley spoke highly of her, saying that if she had the opportunity to receive a higher education, she might have extraordinary achievements in the field of scientific research.”

Benson thought to himself, what's the use of the bishop knowing about this crap?

On the surface, he smiled and said: "We met the old lady of Bacon's family."

Ford originally had no hope for his companion, but he was a little surprised when he heard this: "You guys have contacted her? Can you take me there to meet her?"

"...We had a big fight, and almost got into a fight. She now takes a detour when she sees foreigners."

Ford Hill: "..."

The hope is as great as the disappointment.

He was really out of his mind and still kept fish in it to think that Benson and Noyce would be reliable.

At this moment, a half-grown boy in a gardener's overalls came over with tools and asked tentatively, "Do you want to know something about the Bacon family?"

Ford turned his head and raised his eyebrows, looked at Beta in front of him and said, "Yes."

"I know a little bit," said the boy, looking over Ford's apparently expensive suit.

Ford directly took out a ten-yuan star coin from his pocket and handed it over: "Remuneration."

"Okay." The boy licked his lips, looked around, and then whispered, "My brother saw it this afternoon, and it's absolutely true. He said that Erica Bacon told them herself that she could Talk to the evil god. She knows a lot of knowledge that others don't, and she can easily bring down a building."

Benson next to him was picky: "Are you fooling us for fools?"

"What I said is true!" the boy said eagerly, clutching the star coin in his hand tightly, "If you don't believe me, go ask other children. But their families generally don't let them contact outsiders. So you probably won't catch anyone."

"I will," said Ford, put on his hat and turned to leave.

Noyce followed behind and whispered: "This is false."

"Not necessarily," said Ford.

"Uh, you also agree with the theory of evil spirits?"

"No." Ford paused, "I mean, if Erica Bacon is really as genius as Bishop Shelley said, then at a young age, she can use waste materials to make ... It's not something unimaginable." There was a bit of appreciation in the words.

Benson and Noyce: "..."

Are you afraid that there is a huge difference from our perception of children's abilities? !

**

It's the evening rush hour, and the people waiting in line at the Port Yarplay City Hospital have almost left. The hall is deserted, except for a middle-aged man with a beer belly as pregnant as July sitting on a chair, tapping his fingers and waiting. .

After a while, the broadcast called: "Is Mr. Bradley who made an appointment in advance?"

The man hurriedly stood up and strode into the room marked with the sign of the dean's office.

Sitting in front of the computer was a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes about 40 years old, who was putting down his mouse and looking up at him.He walked to the chair opposite the desk and sat down, took out a piece of paper and wrote on it: "I am Igor Sullivan."

The dean pushed his glasses and showed a surprised expression: "My office is very safe, you can speak directly."

Igor raised the corner of his mouth slightly, stood up and gave the other party a hug: "Long time no see, Garcia."

Time was limited. After proving his identity and reminiscing about the past, he briefly explained the current situation: "...you know how difficult Ford Hill is. Can't find it."

"I understand." Garcia nodded thoughtfully, "So you and your companions really saved those Omegas? I still don't know why the crew members on the spaceship were injured. How did you do it? of?"

"That's another story." Igor smiled, not intending to reveal the existence of Azathoth, "I can tell you slowly when I have time later. I will trouble you this time, thank you. "

"There's no need to be polite between you and me. It's just a matter of little effort." Garcia took off his glasses and wiped the lenses. "I'm very happy to know that you can return to the Federation safely. Now that the arrest warrant has not been revoked, you must be careful yourself."

Igor hesitated for a moment, and asked softly: "One more thing...Garcia, can you prescribe me a box of sleeping pills?"

Garcia paused for wiping his glasses, and suddenly raised his ice-blue glasses: "What's going on?"

"You know." Igor wrote lightly, "Didn't I accidentally get caught when I was reporting my duties in the capital? It's just a sequelae of the interrogation."

The dean's cheek twitched: "Lynching before the trial? A bunch of beasts! What did they do?!"

"It's okay, it doesn't matter." Garcia stood up excitedly, and Igor came to comfort him instead, "Aren't I all right now? It's just occasional insomnia at night. Everyone has such a small problem."

"Are you kidding? Post-traumatic stress disorder is not such a simple problem!" Garcia looked at him sharply, "Igor, tell the truth what symptoms you have."

"...There are really none."

They looked at each other for a moment, and Garcia sighed: "Forget it, I can't talk to you. I will prescribe sleeping pills for you, but you have to know it yourself. When you can't stand it, you must talk to someone in advance. Don't worry about it." The words are simmering in my heart.”

"I know." Igor said, "Thank you."

Garcia patted him on the shoulder.

Before Igor left, the dean thought of another concern: "Your sister Wendy...do you have any news about her?"

Igor whispered: "No, it's okay, I'm used to it."

After speaking, he nodded to Garcia, stuffed the bottle of sleeping pills into his pocket, and walked out of the city hospital without looking back.

When passing by the dessert shop, Igor also remembered that he wanted to buy a small cake with a new taste today to bring to Azathos.

He still hasn't figured out what taste Azathos prefers, whether it's common fruits, or those flavors such as durian that some people like and others don't accept, his family's gods don't refuse anyone, and they don't like it when they eat. His face is expressionless, as if he is not enjoying the food, but doing some kind of necessary but not boring work.

So much so that when Igor was feeding, somehow he thought that maybe one day, people would worship the great achievements of the world to the gods, and Azathoth might also have the same attitude of being dispensable but accepting everything.And if some people come to the end of the road and have nothing, and they can only offer a compliment that is better than nothing, He will not despise them because of this.

——This made Igor feel the long-lost peace of mind, so he happily put any snacks he could buy in front of Azathos.

When he was about to walk to the hotel, the chatter of passers-by next to him reached Igor's ears: "...the news just now, the secretary of our city hall governor ran away!"

"Really or not, why?"

"The official report can't be faked. The reason is my guess. Didn't they keep talking about who was responsible for the pirates' smuggling and trafficking of people from the port of Yalples? Probably they wanted to use the secretary as a scapegoat, but the result She didn't want to go to jail and ran away."

"Ah, but where else can it go? Outside the Federation?"

"Who knows, anyway, I don't even know what the Secretary-General looks like if I don't watch the news..."

Igor frowned, holding the pastry bag in one hand, and opened the mobile terminal to read the news with the other. He walked all the way to the elevator of the hotel and stood still.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of two elevators on the first floor, and the door next to it had a sign of 'under maintenance'. It should have been out of use in the afternoon, and Igor hadn't seen it when he went out in the morning.

Ten seconds later, the elevator descended to the first floor.

Igor walked in, and suddenly a hand stretched out from a blind spot to cover his mouth.The former Federal Marshal leaned back to dodge the attack without changing his expression, and attached a head hammer. Then he swung his left leg precisely 180 degrees and hammered the attacker behind him to the ground. During the process, his hand holding the cake bag was as steady as Mount Tai. I still have time to pull open the seal and take a look inside to make sure that the cream hasn't rubbed on the bag.

Then Igor squatted down, looked at the extremely familiar woman in the elevator and asked, "Miss Secretary, what's the matter with you here?"

The secretary of the City Hall of Port Yarple, who just appeared on the news in the afternoon, stared at him for a while, and then said suddenly: "Did you see the news report just now? I know who the real heretic is in this city. I I can tell you that you can get a lot of money if you go to the church to invite rewards. But if you report me to the city hall now, you won’t even get a dime, because I’m at most skipping work now. What? Like? This multiple-choice question is not difficult, right?"

The real heretic Igor: "..."

He pretended to think about it for a few seconds, and the elevator was still going up steadily. After confirming that the camera here was not working properly, he said peacefully, "Then you talk about it first."