Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Erica felt like she was buried in a black mist where she couldn't see her fingers.

She was still running one second, and the next second she seemed to have stepped on the air and fell from a high place. Before she could react, a voice came from all directions.

"Erica Bacon."

She subconsciously turned her head to find the direction of the sound, but there was nothing in front of her eyes.The voice was nice and familiar, but the tone was cold and distant, with a bit of condescending indifference—the strange thing was that Erica didn't think the other party was arrogant, but just took it for granted.Like a traveler who has been traveling for a long time in the desert, she suddenly saw an oasis, and couldn't help but feel joyful and close, and happily replied: "Yes."

In the black mist, the owner of the voice was silent for a long time.

Erica wasn't in a hurry either.She is like a child who discovered the castle in a fairy tale, sitting on the ground in this unknown world, holding her knees with one hand, and tentatively pulling the tail of the black mist around her with the other hand.When her index finger was about to touch one of the mist, the voice quickly caught her attention:

"I have something I need you to do."

A kind of enlightenment appeared in Erica's heart at this moment.

"Master God? Is it you!" She looked up, still unable to see anything more, but the feeling of joy in her heart became stronger, "Erica respectfully obeys your teachings!"

"...in Port Yarpley, let more people proclaim the name of God."

"Do you want me to tell other people your name?" Erika's small face showed a look of hesitation, "But those people..."

She thought of the 'companion' who argued with her and even almost got into a fight, and the juvenile gangster who brought someone to teach her because her grades surpassed her younger brother's.

——Those people don't deserve to know your name at all.

No matter how smart Erica is, she is too young now, and she can't think of the correct expression for a while, so she can only imitate her mother's tone and say softly: "There are many people who are very bad, although the gods are very strong. , but my mother said that bad people will do calculations with their minds, can you not trust them?"

After a pause, he added: "There are still so many good people in Port Yarpley! They can definitely stand by our side... Well, if they are as lucky as me and can hear the voice of the gods .”

Azathoth, who was classified as a good guy, blinked.

He had never had close contact with this type of human being.It would be better to say that he has never seen many human beings at all, and has always admired Igor's calm and quiet attitude, but he never thought that one day he would have a person who can babble and babble a lot of words in an instant to take care of himself. Worried little believers.

...But if you touch it occasionally, it's not as annoying as you think.

"Don't mention my real name. Go and tell people you trust," said Azathoth, "tell them that a great event is about to be held in the port of Yalples. All may come, Because I'll be watching them..."

He remembered the consul in Miss Secretary's mouth, and his voice became cold: "At that time, the sins will be washed away, the haze hanging over the head will dissipate, and the human beings will see the truth with their own eyes under the sun."

Erica responded crisply.

**

At this time, there are still many, many people who don't know what changes will happen to the planet where Port Yarpley is located in the ordinary summer of 594.

People go to school, go to work as usual, rush around, and walk under the scorching sun.The exhaust of the suspended vehicle pulled out its long tail in the sky, and the sparrows twittered and twittered and stopped on the green treetops, under the sunlight that could not be blocked by a hundred-story building, life was rolling forward as always.

For some, this has been an exceptionally difficult season.

Benson Peters hung up the mobile terminal in his hand with a smiling face, his expression changed suddenly in the next second, and he couldn't help but throw the mineral water bottle he was holding in the other hand on the ground!

"Where's Ford Hill! He's not here yet!" Standing in the scorching sun, sweat dripping down his cheeks and neck, he roared at those around him, "Forget it if he doesn't come, photographer! Where's Noyce?" !"

"I'm here." Noyce picked up the water bottle on the ground, "What are you shouting, you want to be caught by the environmental protection department and educated, and then make tomorrow's headlines?"

"What should I do if I don't shout?" Benson's expression twisted. "The headquarters has issued an ultimatum! Tomorrow is the deadline, and we must prepare everything before the live broadcast!"

"Aren't we ready and waiting to start the machine?" Noyce said inexplicably, "It's not the first day in this business. Are you as anxious as a newbie?"

Benson let out a foul breath: "I don't need to be in a hurry. The question is, what is the purpose of the headquarters letting us do a live broadcast in a place like Port Yarpley? What do they want to show the people of the Federation? Now Fortunately, look at this street, where do you dare to broadcast live to ensure that you will not record a blatant cult member?"

The voice of his words was a little louder. The photographer and other people in the studio squatted in the corner of the long street to escape the heat. A few passers-by in the distance seemed to have heard Benson's shout. Whispering with his companions.

Noyce: "Don't worry, have we contacted the city hall for results?"

"It's a fart." Benson said contemptuously. "The secretary has skipped work and ran away. O'Casey Griffin is too busy to take care of himself. How can he care about us?"

Noyce bowed his head and remained silent.

After a while, the dignified atmosphere was broken, and a staff member exclaimed in surprise: "Mr. Hill is here!"

Ford Hill, in his neat three-piece suit on this hot midday, doesn't look like he's breaking a sweat from walking.He quickened his pace and came over: "I'm sorry, I encountered a traffic control just now, and there was a traffic jam."

Benson forced a laugh: "It's okay, it's fine if you're here... By the way, you've been investigating outside for the past two days, have you found anything wrong?"

"I'm not sure yet," Ford said. "At first I thought 'Cthulhu said' was just a rumor, but it's impossible for one person's mere whims to spread to such a wide extent. Later, I gradually realized that there might be a force behind the rumors. They operate in a unified way, they have special means of communication and organization, and..." He thought of Erica, his voice paused slightly, "The brainwashing ability is excellent, and the believers of evil gods may be more loyal than we imagined."

Ford didn't know that he couldn't find out anything from other people's mouths. It was entirely because Azathoth had only two believers so far, and the others didn't know anything at all.The young commentator thought that the local residents of Port Yarple had a strict tongue, and would never give in even in the face of threats and temptations.

As for the earliest source of the theory of evil spirits, I am afraid I have to blame the consul, His Excellency O'Casey Griffin.

Benson doesn't care about the evil god or not at all, he just wants to complete the task handed down by his superiors: "So do you think the evil god exists or not?"

He even made a joke, "He won't stop us from broadcasting live?"

For some reason, Ford was in a daze for a moment, and the bright red eyes of the birds staring at him under the full moon at night appeared in his mind.

Then he rubbed the space between his brows and calmed himself down: "Don't worry, most people are still sensible. As long as you avoid certain words that would irritate pagans during the live broadcast, there should be no problem."

After getting his assurance, Benson let go of half of his heart, and relieved his anxious and irritable mood all morning: "Then shall we officially start tomorrow?"

Noyce breathed a sigh of relief and said, "No problem."

**

O'Casey Griffin remained expressionless as she walked round and round in her lounge.

He is an alpha in his fifties, with a straight face, with neat short black and white hair. Because he paid attention to maintenance when he was young, he has maintained a good body and figure in his old age.

After a long while, O'Casey stopped, turned around and asked the secretary who was temporarily promoted beside her: "Is there any news from Elaine?"

The secretary didn't dare to raise his head to meet his gaze, and said respectfully, "Not yet."

The Mayor of Port Yarpley sneered: "It's amazing. Can a living person not eat or drink and disappear? Keep checking for me. Also, focus on several mainstream newspapers in Port Yarpley And famous commentators, if they dare to say one more word, you are in charge of making arrangements for them never to speak again."

The secretary couldn't help shivering, and lowered her head: "Yes, don't worry."

Half an hour later, someone hurriedly knocked on the door of the lounge: "Sir, it's a first-level communication request."

O'Casey stopped in his tracks, frowned and said, "Not answering for now... No, wait. Connect to the communication and transfer to my lounge." He picked up the fixed communication device on the table and asked directly: " What else do you have at this time? Lack of funds for the event?"

There was a crackling sound on the other end of the phone, and the secretary standing at the door didn't pay attention to it.

"...Is there any news?" After the person on the other side finished speaking, O'Casey asked suspiciously, "Exact news? An Omega girl who can talk to evil gods?"

A familiar dryness rose in his heart, and his wrinkled fingers tapped on the marble tabletop: "I see, you go ahead, let me know the details as soon as possible."