Let the whole universe drop SAN together

When Ford opened his eyes, night had fallen, and he was still lying between the rubble and ruins, with the sky as his seat and the ground as his pillow, but the wounds on his lower abdomen and occipital bone had been properly treated.Even a single light is rare in the unfinished building area, so the sky is full of stars like pearls dotted on velvet, spreading from as far as the eye can see to the end of the universe.

The evening wind in Port Yarpley is not cool in summer, and when it blows slowly, it carries the aroma of green grass and earth.Ford was stunned for a while, until a vehicle speeding past with sirens sounding in the distance, he wiped his face and struggled to sit up.

——Then found that Azathoth, who hadn't put on the hood, was squatting aside, and had been watching him silently for a long time.

Ford was so startled that he almost fell back and brought the back of his head into close contact with the ground again. He was stunned for a long time before asking stupidly, "You...you didn't kill me? Am I still alive?"

This is a stupid question.

What he actually wanted to ask was, did he lose an arm or a leg or was sold a kidney when he was unconscious?

"You're awake." Azathoth still had that slow, blunt and leisurely tone, "Your mobile terminal received 28 communication requests this afternoon, which is a bit noisy."

Ford glanced at his own communication equipment that had been violently smashed, then turned his head, propped his hands on the ground, and looked at him dully.

After a while, humans finally regained their sense of what was happening in front of them from the familiar touch under their palms and the crisp air.It was rare for him to be in such a mess. After resisting the urge to stand up and walk over to check the remains of his mobile terminal, Ford asked with a wry smile, "Why didn't you kill me?"

"If I don't feel wrong, you seem... It seems that you are very tolerant of this planet and human beings."

It's a feeling that's hard to explain to someone who hasn't been through it.

For example, when Azathoth chose to block the kinetic energy bomb himself, even Ford, who had made the worst plan to die together, couldn't help being stunned at that moment—to give an inappropriate example, It's like seeing a person holding a grenade who insists on drawing a bow and shooting an arrow. It's not that bows and arrows can't solve the problem, but there are obviously simpler and more lethal ways.

That's why when Igor rushed to stop him, Ford even resisted passively.

Who can maintain a fighting spirit after watching a theatrical performance that is funny and seems to have a tragic core?

It's unbelievable that an intelligent life that might have the power to instantly destroy an entire planet would choose to restrain itself because of irrelevant other people.

Ford asked himself—could he have done it himself?

People with power naturally have the ability to choose how to squander their power.

The hardest way is not to use them.

Going into the treasure mountain without taking it, it sounds like a saint who has no desires and no desires.

"Why did you pull the trigger even though you knew you might die?" Azathoth asked, not knowing what he was thinking, "You can't really hurt me at all."

Ford replied truthfully: "It's just a gamble. That electromagnetic gun has a long range, but its attack range is limited. The distance I was at was just at the border of danger. If I'm lucky, I might survive."

The god opposite him raised an eyebrow.

Ford suddenly tensed up and rubbed back awkwardly.

"I don't want to kill you." Azathoth said calmly, "I don't want to kill any human beings. Your views of good and evil have nothing to do with me, but I think you are very interesting."

Ford hesitated, "So...the answer is fun?"

"There is no answer." Azathoth's eyes looked like a bottomless ocean under the starlight, "Your biggest mistake is to judge me with your own thoughts. But in fact, geniuses and idiots, lunatics and wise men, There is no difference in my eyes between a criminal prisoner and a saint who saves the world. I look at you as if you look at the treasures in your hands. Some people will smash what they like one by one in pursuit of pleasure, but I choose to watch and pick Give a special part to love."

"Do you think I'm self-sacrificing by blocking shells for Igor and you?"

"No... no, that's the reason. My thoughts just now were ridiculously wrong." Ford muttered to himself, seeing a little fear hidden in his expression, "sacrifice is too great a word, And you just choose to use the safest way to care for a glass product in your eyes, isn't that right?"

A person placed a crystal image on the table and dropped it on the floor, so he reached out to catch it, and accidentally scratched the back of his hand—is this also considered a great effort?This is naturally true for humans, but what about those protected crystal statues?

Azathoth was noncommittal, and he seemed a little distressed: "It seems that you have understood, at least the part that you can think clearly. The reason why I have said so much to you is because there is a task to here you are."

Ford's nerves tensed again, and he felt his mood being fooled like a spring by Azathoth's tentacles.Human beings asked politely and respectfully as much as possible: "Please tell me."

"Go and tell Igor these words." Azathoth said a little anxiously, "He has been guilty all afternoon. Hurry up, use whatever method you want to get him out of this bitter and astringent situation." Get out of your emotions."

"..." Ford pressed his wound.

It hurts, not an illusion.

He stood up with his face twisted, and before he left, he couldn't help but look back. The features on Azathoth's face that belonged to humans but were different from humans completely fell into Ford's eyes.

"You... am I considered your believer now?"

Otherwise, he would have fallen into madness like O'Casey Griffin, right?

"It doesn't count." Azathoth denied, "It's just a small privilege for you."

After all, I am not interested in tasting all kinds of snacks.he thought silently.

I must have spent the entire month of conversations today, I really hope that the next journey can be a little more worry-free.

**

Commentators privately discussed how sorry O'Casey Griffin was in the hospital now that the news of Port Yarpley's recent outbreak hadn't dominated the headlines for a month.

In order to achieve this ambitious annual goal, people in the industry under the major newspapers are writing hard. The photos as evidence and the video of the secretary's confession are circulated everywhere. Almost every morning when you refresh the news, you can see freshly released The real hammer news basically satisfies everyone's desire to wait and eat melons.

Some commentators directly made a summary of the entire incident, and continued to add reports as follow-up progress:

"Star calendar 590, O'Casey Griffin was promoted to the consul of Port Yarpley."

"In July of the same year, he contacted the interstellar pirates smuggled in the border area through special channels and began to build this route called 'Dark Crossing Port'."

"In four years, O'Casey Griffin killed 89 Omega and transported hundreds of Omega and Beta to various parts of the Federation, forming a huge illegal and criminal network, seeking hundreds of millions of stars."

"In star calendar 594, that is, on July 26 this year, an illegal assembly was held in front of the city hall of Port Yarpley to worship evil gods. O'Casey Griffin attended in person and admitted what he had done in full view .”

"Afterwards, a large number of people rushed to the local church to seek protection, and said that their participation in the rally was unconscious."

"Okassy Griffin went missing that day, and was found unconscious in the south city of Port Yarpley in the early morning of the second day, with a large number of wounds on his head that could be life-threatening, and it was judged to be a self-mutilation behavior before coma. "

"On July 28, O'Casey Griffin was still being rescued in the Port Yarpley City Hospital. The medical staff once said that his spirit had been irreversibly damaged, and even if the rescue was successful, it would be difficult to regain his sanity .”

"The Griffin family stated that they will judge the crimes committed by O'Casey fairly and respect the ruling of the federal court, but they will also pursue to the end the real culprit who violated the law and harmed him."

"Let's not talk about anything else..." A netizen wrote in the comment below, "Don't you think the symptoms of this scumbag, Ocassie Griffin, are a bit familiar? There won't be anything in Port Yarpley An unspeakable secret, right?"

In the replies below, there are those who agree and agree, and those who refute and insult, and the crowd dances wildly across the network cable.

"Yeah, there are evil gods in Port Yarpley, did you know? Every family has at least one. I'm rubbing jio for my evil god cub right now hahahahaha! [狗头][ dog head]"