Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Azathoth and Hugo had a pact that was never announced.

In those years on the desolate star, whenever the gods opened their eyes in the ocean and surfaced, they would always see old friends waiting by their side, just like when they opened their eyes in the morning and took out their mobile phones, they would always see the same person The same hello as that of the [-] - although Hugo never admits that it was waiting for Azathoth to wake up from his deep sleep.

"I just happened to pass by." The propeller on the bionic man's head was blown sideways by the wind over the Antarctic, but the stereo installed in his head was not affected at all.

All in all, Azathoth knew it quite well, so he asked with some doubts: "How many encrypted folders have you divided the memory videos of these years into?"

Hugo didn't know what he had forgotten, so he was so flustered that he couldn't choose what to say: "It's similar to the classification of notebooks in the otaku computer."

"..."

The dummy in the tent, right above the stage, was doing a hilariously mediocre show.

At that time, the bionic man was probably not very good at concealing his uniqueness. It can be seen that he had tried his best to imitate the magicians in TV and movies, but the result of lack of training was that his movements were stiff and exaggerated, showing The expressive effect is more of a thriller than a comedy.

If Igor hadn't heard the conversation between Azathoth and Hugo just now, he would have drawn his gun to the stage by now.

The dummy held a top hat in its hand, and made a background special effect sound, and then suddenly pulled out a fluffy fake rabbit from inside.

"Look!" It shook the doll with an innocent face very enthusiastically, and the shaggy artificial fur on it flew around, which complemented the blue glowing wig on its head, "What did I take out? A rabbit!"

"..."

Taking back the foreword, in fact Hugo still has a little bit of funny talent that has been passed down for thousands of years.

Taking advantage of the bright lights on the stage, Nixon and Mike, who were sitting in the second row, made eye contact.

——What the hell is this?Old fashioned black and white movies from hundreds of years ago?

——The things on the stage are scary, and the people sitting in the front row of us are also scary.

They exchanged a meaningful glance.

——The little boy who spoke to us just now felt that he was a little abnormal.

——Which one of this family is normal?

——A strange man with a hood in the thick fog, an emotionally unstable little boy, an abnormally calm Omega girl, and a well-armed old man who is more handsome than me and hides a set of self-defense weapons.

Nixon: ...

He stared at Igor's back for a long time.

Mike mouthed: What the hell are you looking at?I know he's really handsome, but it doesn't take so long, right?

Nixon kicked him blankly: Shut up you idiot, they obviously know more than us.

The dummy on the stage also seemed to have realized that his performance was not satisfactory at this time.

It sat down cross-legged in frustration, looked at the audience with cloudy eyes, and drooped the corners of its upturned red mouth, suddenly looking a lot more real.

The people in the audience watched the performance on the stage before, as if they were watching a video that was divorced from reality.But in a moment, the distance between the actors and the audience was suddenly shortened.

"Okay... I know you don't want to watch such boring content at all."

The dummy muttered, raised its plastic hand, took out a slap-sized shiny thing from its pocket, and flung it into the auditorium as if deflated.

Nixon shuddered in shock, and the thing landed precisely on the chair beside him.He hesitated to pick it up and observe it under the light, and found that it should be a music box of silver coins that some people had accidentally lost. After being pressed by him, he slowly opened it, and the little man on it wobbled and started playing "Canon" .

"It...is it real?"

Mike also saw this scene, and asked stammeringly: "Didn't you say this is just a projection?"

In their eyes, Azathoth, who seemed to have not spoken, said: "This is a phenomenon that cannot be explained by the science you know, so don't think too much."

Where is the boundary between occultism and reality?As a god who can use dreams to influence reality, Azathoth never speaks easily.

Just like the scene at this moment, time and space are intertwined. Are they still staying on the outskirts of Kemingting Town, or have they actually returned to Desolate Star?

Or is everyone trapped in hallucinations and dreams in this white mist?

Hugo seemed to be awakened by this sentence. It subconsciously grabbed Azathoth's cuff, looked up at him, and said eagerly: "So it really happened? Why don't I remember?"

The god looked down at its bewildered face from a height, and there was a little compassion in the eyes under the hood.

Cutting the unbearable time and discarding unnecessary memories, this is how Hugo survived on the deserted star.

Many times when human beings say that they have forgotten the past, they are actually looking for excuses.But for bionics, when it seriously decides not to recall a certain period of the past and throws the memory into the recycle bin, it is truly a clean cut and irretrievable.

After all, it doesn't even remember the fact that it threw away its memory itself, so how can it remember what kind of picture it lost?

The dummies on the stage thought hard for a long time, and suddenly clapped their hands happily: "It's rare for you to come back from a long distance. In order to show the host's welcome, since you don't want to watch me perform magic tricks, I will sing you a song." Bar."

There is a lack of transition between its emotional ups and downs, and it seems a little crazy.

But the moment the music was released, the light from the top of the stage shone on its crippled facial features, and its expression looked relaxed and happy.

"Your space capsule glows golden,

I will keep watch for you if I abandon one side and raise my head.

......"

The current sound is crackling, and the sound quality of the old speaker is fully exposed in this low-pitched music sound, and it is left in the old century like its whole body.

The bionic man sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, humming a song, feeling at ease after a long absence.

"Civilization can crush feelings and never fade, no matter dry mountains and rivers,

The old years are thrown into the trash, you and I live together.

700 years passed in a blink of an eye, discarding that flower, I will take its roots home..."

Hugo was still holding Azathoth's cuff with one hand, staring blankly at his past self singing on the cheap and dilapidated stage.

"Is that me?" it whispered to its companion, "Have I ever done something like this?"

The god looked at it gently.

——In the past many years, there was only one 'person' in the audience when Hugo performed.

And before Azathoth knew it, the bionic man probably built a tent by himself, flipped his top hat, pulled the rabbit ears and said vulgar lines, and manipulated the robots in the audience to cheer for him.

But after a long time, Hugo was not so keen on this entertainment.

In between the singing, there was a sudden loud sobbing from the second row of seats.

The music was suddenly interrupted, the dummies on the stage stopped moving, and the lights on the top of the tent were turned on to illuminate the audience. Everyone turned their heads and stared at Mike who made the sound, dumbfounded.

"You, what do you see me doing?" The ordinary-looking young man with a public face covered his face and sobbed, and seemed to be trying to restrain himself from bursting into tears. "Isn't it strange? Don't you think this Is the scene particularly, particularly sad?"

Nixon took off the jacket he was wearing and put it on Mike's head, facing the confused eyes of the crowd seriously, he said: "I'm sorry, it has caused a negative impact on the performance."

"Woo—!" This move had the opposite effect. Mike bent down and cried loudly with his clothes in his arms. In the silent environment, he could only hear his sobbing, "It's too miserable! Facing the rolling The wheel of time going forward is powerless, and one can only be left alone in the same place and wait silently, carefully currying favor, hoping that one day someone will turn around, even if the occasional passing audience is stingy with applauding..."

Nixon asked everyone's aspirations: "How did you make up your mind?"

Mike raised his head from his clothes, said with red and swollen eyes: "Isn't the plot obvious?"

"..."

The dummy on the stage crossed its legs indifferently, tilting its head as if its battery had run out, and there seemed to be some confusion and expectation in its eyes.

The young people in the second row with excess brain power couldn't take it anymore, and rushed out of the tent without looking back while holding Nixon's coat and jacket while crying.

Nixon: "Sorry."

He said sincerely: "He has no malice. Mike used to be the editor of romance novels. Although he later switched to the current affairs page, his emotions have always been richer."

Then the old smoker subconsciously took out his pocket to take a cigarette to relieve his addiction, but found that his cigarette case was in his coat pocket.

He sighed and stood up, and said to everyone, "I'll go out and see him."

"It's okay." Hugo said immediately, "There's nothing to see here, why don't we follow along?"

Igor added solemnly: "Excuse me, we have children here, if you want to smoke, why not replace it with a lollipop?"

Nixon's first reaction was, how do you know I want to smoke?

The second thought is, why is this rhetoric so familiar, as if someone used to say it when trying to persuade me to quit smoking?

Before he could figure it out, Erica walked over and tiptoed, took out a strawberry-flavored lollipop and handed it over, and said timidly, "Smoking is bad for your health, and the candy is for you."

"..." Nixon was confused by the soft-looking Lolita, "Thank you."

The dummies on the stage still had their eyes open, watching them leave one after another.

Hugo couldn't help but look back a second before stepping out of the tent.

Two identical individuals looked at each other after a long time, as if a transparent mirror was placed in front of them, and it was as if the door of a time machine suddenly opened and then slowly closed.

After a while, it showed a smiling face and said to the dummy: "The magic is very beautiful, thank you."

Then the android opened the curtain of the tent and walked out briskly.