Let the whole universe drop SAN together

When the sun rose to the very center of the sky, Nixon was sitting on the balcony of the hotel room, leaning on a chair made of thick rattan, with a stack of white papers and a laptop on the round table in front of him.

From time to time, colleagues Mike yelled in the room: "Someone found Bishop Leopold in the coffin of the church, and he hasn't woken up until now! The doctor in Kemingting Town Hospital said it was probably hysteria or Disease symptoms caused by epilepsy. However, the possibility of insomnia caused by other psychological or psychiatric problems is not ruled out."

"The church in the capital expresses great importance and is considering sending him to some big hospitals for treatment."

"My God, you should read that headline, Nixon!"

"——"Richard Tolem's 'Banquet' scene was exposed, the church in Kemingting Town or the mastermind behind the feast of adult insects"... Ouch, this photo looks a bit disgusting, and now some people's eccentricities are really unimaginable. "

"But you should hurry up, Nixon!" The colleague patted the quilt excitedly, "This is a scandal! An unacceptable scandal! From the moment the news and photos were exposed, the small movements of deleting trending searches have not stopped, ha! But what's the use? Now the issue of the origin of the human-worm hybrids has been put on the table, and the treatment of the prisoners after the war... It's a mess."

Nixon remained silent, turning his pen faster and faster.

Colleague Mike pulled open the curtain leading to the balcony: "Guess what happened to Richard Tullham?"

Nixon paused as he turned his pen, and finally said the first sentence: "Are you bored?"

"I didn't," said the colleague, "but Richard should be pretty miserable. He seems to be insane. He regards a Zerg as the object of his past failure, hugging his thigh, apologizing, and occasionally Accompanied by self-mutilation behavior. If the rescuers came one step later, the bug probably couldn't help but attack his lower body."

Nixon: "..."

His mood was extremely complicated. On the one hand, he thought that the person Richard Tullham owed was his good friend, and he couldn't help feeling a sense of revenge. On the other hand, when he heard that this man was crazy enough to throw a When the bugs became Igor, they felt a little dull.

Probably this is the sense of boredom that arises from taking things for granted when watching a big shot overthrowing a pawn.

Dominated by this boredom, he raised his still bruised right wrist to write and draw on the paper.Seeing his indifferent appearance, Mike came over curiously: "What are you writing... Wait, you didn't write an article?! Are you actually drawing?"

Is this still the Nixon Evelyn who doesn't pay attention to anything but work every day! !

"Then why all the fuss?" Nixon casually scribbled and drew on the paper, "I have learned sketching and oil painting for a long time."

The laptop next to him had two windows open on its screen.

On the upper left is a half-written document titled Shock!Inside Richard Tullham's job hopping! ", the small print below is "analyzing the psychological characteristics of the marshal's adjutant from his secret love history".

In the lower right corner is an unrelated astronomy webpage, which said that a rare red moon phenomenon lasted for two hours occurred in Kemingting Town last night at about [-] am, but astronomers did not predict the occurrence of a total lunar eclipse before, so the astronomy The cause of the phenomenon remains to be further investigated.

"Aren't you going to fish this time?" Mike didn't care about the total lunar eclipse, and his focus was on the article, "Will you just add bricks and tiles?"

"Fishing is a serious crime. I haven't had much luck these two days. I decided to raise it a little bit." Nixon replied, "Richard Torum was abandoned by the Griffin family. Longman Griffin, who is in charge of this generation, sees They appear to be outspoken, but in fact they have always been clear in their minds, and they are never confused about major issues. They will definitely not stand up for Richard, and will try their best to separate this matter from the treason case of Marshal Sullivan."

The colleague said: "But Richard Tullham is already crazy. As long as someone can prove that he has been under increasing psychological pressure in recent years and cannot guarantee his sanity when he testifies in the marshal's case, then Marshal Sullivan's treason case will be retrialed."

"So in order to prevent this pawn from turning back on himself, Griffin will not only manipulate public opinion, but also clean up the secret connection with Tolem in the past. In this way, even if Richard is criticized by the public for this, they are innocent, even Possibly the victim of a brutal hoodwink."

"Longman Griffin is really well-informed and quick to respond." Mike sighed, "I see that more than one person has now questioned the reliability of the testimony in the treason case of Marshal Sullivan, but he has not tried to attack him at all." The Griffin family who have publicly stated their support for Richard more than once."

"It is a fact that the Griffin family has a great career, great position, and great power." Nixon rested his chin and wrote on the paper, "If it were me, I wouldn't have done it before I was sure that I would win with one blow and push them to death. It’s easy to wade into this troubled water.”

So even though he feels extremely boring now, he can only play a little bit on the edge of Richard's matter, and it can't touch the core of interests at all.

Mike drew a chair and sat down beside him, grabbed the drawing paper in front of him: "What are you drawing?"

"Uh...wow?" Nixon's colleague let out a grudging compliment. "That's pretty good...so you had a nightmare last night?"

A face with the shape of a human face suddenly appeared on the snow-white drawing paper.

Nixon didn't paint too realistically.He has indeed learned painting for a long time, which uses very abstract brushwork to describe the facial features of the painting, full of messy lines, unknown symbols and large blocks of lead black shadows.

The only thing that is depicted in detail is a blooming rose flower, its flower branches grow out from the skull of the person in the painting, becoming the only bright spot in the rich black; the root system seems to be drawn from the brain Enthusiastic nutrients, dark red lines faintly flowing between the snow-white petals, like the arteries and blood vessels gently agitated by fresh life, and like the fingertips stretched out by a beautiful woman, there is a thrilling beauty.

Mike was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to tentatively stroke the rose petals, as if they had come alive from the painting and kissed his fingertips.

Nixon, however, snapped his hand open.

"Don't touch it, the ink is not dry yet."

"Are you really okay?" The colleague leaned back and looked at the painting with lingering fear, "This face is too scary, isn't it, a normal person would draw such a thing?"

Nixon asked him back: "Don't you think it's very beautiful?"

The two of them sat on the balcony in the midday breeze of Kemingting Town and looked at each other.

After a long while, my colleague Mike stood up and muttered: "Forget it, I think you are too busy to clear your mind. You should be fine if you have a good sleep tonight."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked into the room, took out his equipment and started today's work.

Nixon stared at the painting behind him for a long time, then he picked up the pen and added a St. Martin bird with gray feathers on the shoulder of the portrait, which at first glance seemed to be in harmony with the painting. The gods sleep with their necks crossed.

**

"Richard Tullham is not innocent." Longman Griffin sat at the table with his legs crossed, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with pomade on his head, and a smile on his face that was more false than the one painted, "he Just an incompetent and stupid waste. Igor Sullivan rescued him on the battlefield and trained him as an adjutant, but how did he repay his benefactor? A white-eyed wolf who only cares about himself is not as good as a maggot It's valuable, but I wouldn't even bother to take a second look."

Ford Hill sat across from him, looking at him with dark gray eyes that were slightly blue: "What is the purpose of you telling me these things?"

"Does insulting a scum need a reason?" Langman said as a matter of course, "I still expect you to scold him with me. Although I heard that you have a bad relationship with the small group that Marshal Sullivan belongs to, but it must be very important to this Kind of villain is also despised, right?"

Ford did not refute his statement that he had a "bad relationship with Igor": "But as far as I know, your family has helped Mr. Tullham who is 'defying power' many times, and there are some negative comments against Sullivan. Rumors about the marshal."

"It's nonsense." The head of the Griffin family denied it without thinking. "We helped Tuolem back then because we believed that we had done the right thing. Even now, I don't think The mistakes he made should be confused with his testimony in the treason trial against Marshal Sullivan - which is not to say that I think the witness statement is solid."

He looked directly at Ford with deep meaning: "It's just that we should discuss each incident objectively and independently, don't you think, Mr. Ford?"

Ford was noncommittal and didn't answer.

"All in all," the smile on the corner of Langman's mouth widened a little, "I have always admired Mr. Ford, a talent like you who doesn't mingle with ordinary people, and I know a thing or two about your great achievements in your career. You go to Yar When I was on a business trip to Port Pleasant, I saw on the news the chaos in that backcountry corner of the countryside and wondered if you might get hurt."

"I am relieved to see that you can return safely."

"Just forgive me, I still don't know one thing."

"What is the true face of the incident in Port Yarpley? Those moths in the slums, the stupid anchors sent by the capital star, and of course the wise man, Mr. Ru, what did you see?"

Ford: "I have everything..."

"Shh." Langman stood up elegantly and made a silent gesture, looking at him with a smile, "Please don't jump to conclusions so easily, Mr. Ford."

"I heard that you took a half-day nap in Kemingting Town on the way back."

"Could it be that you have been so unlucky recently that people everywhere have become crazy?"

His emotionless gaze was in stark contrast to the smile on his face: "Gods above, should I also worry about myself when I meet you?"