Let the whole universe drop SAN together

"This is the third time you have come to look for me tonight." Without waiting for Longman Griffin to speak, Azathoth said to himself, "It seems that I slightly underestimated your aggressiveness."

Langman's heartbeat speeded up suddenly, and he didn't take the other party's words as a joke out of evasion.

"...What does the third time mean?"

"Don't remember?" Azathoth shrugged and opened the door a little wider, "Come in, you have no other choice anyway."

Langman looked at this room he should be very familiar with, hesitated for a moment, then walked in with a sullen face.He looked around vigilantly, but found nothing unusual.

"Who the hell are you?"

"This is also the third time you have asked this question tonight." Azathoth fiddled with his fingers in boredom and said without raising his head, "And my answer remains the same. You don't need to know me, as long as you Answer my question and I can let you go."

Langman quickly extracted key words from this topic: "You mean I didn't say anything the first two times? Is this your ability? Time regression or sensory manipulation?"

Azathoth finally raised his head, and Longman noticed that he didn't purposely let the hood cover most of his face, so when he sat leisurely on the chair and looked up at him, he could almost see the whole face.

...Is this not going to let me survive?

According to the reason that showing his face with the kidnappers means tearing up the ticket, Langman's heart sank.

In an instant, fragments appeared again in front of his eyes, which seemed to be the scene of the previous two conversations that he had forgotten.

The other party came over, approached him gently, and lifted his waist with one hand - no, it wasn't a 'hand'.Langman had a splitting headache, barely opened his eyes, and found that it was actually a dark black tentacles, the surface looked smooth but did not reflect light.Tentacles extended from the hands of the man in black, wrapping around Langman's back, as if inviting a dance, while Langman himself stared blankly at the ceiling with his eyes wide open, motionless.

"Is it completely broken?"

The young man in the black cloak complained in a low voice.

"Human beings are really troublesome, so we have to do it again." When speaking, the other party raised his head, as if he found that Langman who started the third-week route was watching, showing a faint smile, "I hope I can hold on next time." longer."

Langman came to his senses and staggered back a step.

"you……"

"Maybe it's not that I didn't intend to say it." Azathoth replied, "It may also be that I did not operate properly."

After all, as an ordinary evil god, he had never studied interrogation professionally.

"I'll be more careful this time."

Longman tightened his jaw.He said as calmly as possible: "I think we can talk about terms. What do you want?"

It is rare for Azathoth to experience such a long, wheel-like dialogue process. The most boring thing is that Langman's reaction is almost the same every time he sees him.He really wants to say something different to break this boring cycle, such as saying to the other party at this time: I want you.

Or more grimly: I want your life as a gift to Igor.

But if he really said that, he might have to face the fourth or even fifth similar process.

Thinking about it this way, Azathos immediately restrained his urge to play around.

"I……"

His disinterested words were interrupted by a messy knock on glass.

Longman's attention was inevitably diverted.He looked sideways at the dark window of Griffin's old house, only to find that something fell from a height and stuck on the transparent glass, illuminated by the light in the room, just like some kind of wriggling mollusc. down climb.The owner of the Griffin family watched for a long time before realizing that it was blood that flowed from the upstairs room.

Azathoth followed his line of sight, and also noticed the blood that rained down on the window and was about to overflow into the room.He said slightly disapprovingly, "It's Gilbert. I wish he'd bled a little less next time he tried to escape."

The dagger carried by Bishop Gilbert should be marked with the true god of the federal belief. Whenever it senses a threat, it will emit a red light warning, and if it does not get a response from the owner, it will even take the initiative to cause A slight wound is used as a reminder, and it looks quite individual.

Although Azathoth felt that this thing had no effect other than cutting off the owner's hands when he was excited, it was obvious that Gilbert had high hopes for it.Unlike Longman, he didn't realize that he was in a false dream where time repeated reincarnation until the third week, so he began to experiment with various escape methods before.

Although the old man is over half a hundred years old, he has a great desire to survive.

Langman: "...Is he still alive?"

"Of course I'm alive." Azathoth looked at him and said, "I never intend to take the life of any human being. If you could be more cooperative, maybe tonight would have passed by long ago."

Langman noticed that he hadn't made any compulsive movements, and he didn't know if it was as the other party said, because he had learned a lesson this time because he struck too hard the previous few times.

Azathoth continued: "I want a list and a process."

"That is, any matter you have planned that is related to Igor Sullivan, as well as the list of participants."

Langman: "..."

He instantly remembered Gilbert's words: I hope you can maintain this calm expression before the revenge comes!

Could this be a curse? !

He didn't think about it.

"Actually, I didn't..."

Azathoth interrupted him: "Let me remind you that you did tell some of the content when you faced me twice before, if you try to cover up or lie, try to see if the content you fabricated is exactly the same every time. "

In fact, Azathoth's threat could be simpler. For example, as a god, Azathoth certainly has the ability to see through lies in the dreams he made up.

However, Langman is the kind of person who is extremely confident and does not shed tears when he sees the coffin. He has his own set of cognitions about the world and human society, unless Azathoth roughly reorganizes his three views (it turns out that the action is too much). The conference will let humans and dogs lead), otherwise it is best to use a set of appropriate logic to convince him to cooperate honestly.

Sure enough, Langman didn't dare to bet.

He pondered for a long time with a cloudy expression. During this process, the sound of blood dripping onto the glass outside the window continued one after another, which showed that Bishop Gilbert had a kind of persevering perseverance.

Azathoth could turn a blind eye to this, but Langman was so annoyed by this blunt knife-like intimidation that he wished to rush upstairs instead of Azathoth and yell at the elderly bishop twice to let him lie down quietly. Don't mess around in bed.

Finally, he raised the pen on the table and confirmed: "I guess you won't be the one who told other people about my leak?"

Azathoth said indifferently: "Your value is not much more valuable than a grain of sand to me."

Langman breathed a sigh of relief.Enduring the fatigue caused by headaches and lack of rest, he lay down on the table and wrote hard, trying to finish writing as soon as possible.And what is Azathoth's identity... or whether he will take revenge on the other party after this, and how to patch up his own behavior, are temporarily out of his consideration.

When the last word was written, Langman almost fell asleep on the table.He barely opened his eyes and asked sleepily and painfully, "Can I go?"

The young man in black took the paper expressionlessly, and put it aside without looking at it.

Then he said, "Go."

Langman stood up, shaking and almost fell to his knees.He walked to the door of the guest room and was about to open it, when he suddenly realized that Azathoth's 'go' was not meant for him.

Because the other party's eyes did not fall on Langman, but looked over him to the wall behind him.

——There is a group of tentacles that are eager to try and seem to be full of interest in human flesh and blood.

"Wait...wait a minute!" He suddenly woke up from fright, "You said you would not kill anyone!"

"You will not die in reality." He heard Azathoth say before being completely swallowed by the unknown creatures, "and every death in the dream will engrave an indelible mark on your soul." trace."

Through the dimming light in front of his eyes, Langman saw that the other party walked up to him and squatted down halfway. There was indeed no murderous intent in his eyes and expression.

...but there was something more terrifying in that look down than a murderer.

He didn't want to let Longman go, he just didn't care.

"You won't remember this after you wake up, maybe you will go crazy... But maybe not, it depends on your own willpower." Azathoth said calmly, "And I hope you can know , The ending of these three deaths is not because you saw me, but the retribution of some choices you made in the past."

When Longman heard this sentence in a daze, a name flashed in his mind, and he spat it out with difficulty: "Igor... Sullivan?"

However, the other party did not answer.

Azathoth just said, "I hope he likes this gift."