Let the whole universe drop SAN together

When Bishop Gilbert appeared in the dining room the next morning, he looked more like a ghoul crawling out of a grave than a clergyman in the capital Ningold Hoon.

Seeing his pale face, sluggish, and puzzled expression, Ford couldn't help asking: "Did you not rest yesterday?"

He has no direct conflict with the Holy See, and has been educated by the Federation since he was a child. He has a natural liking for Bishop Gilbert-although there is an existence said to be an evil god sitting next to him, after all, the long-standing habits cannot be easily changed.

Bishop Gilbert had a slightly hesitant expression, as if he was considering whether to speak out.

Igor maintained the human setting and made a joke at this time: "Mr. Langman didn't go downstairs either. Could it be that the two of you suffered from insomnia together last night?"

"No, I just...cough." Gilbert coughed several times, looking particularly embarrassed, "I don't know why I suddenly became more excited last night with this dagger, even if I put it on the bedside table or on the ground would keep trying to cut me, and that's the main reason I didn't rest well."

"...are you seriously injured?"

"It's not too serious. Although it caused a slight excessive blood loss, it will be fine as long as you rest for a while." His Excellency Bishop said, "But this is the first time I have encountered this kind of situation, and I don't remember what happened last night at all. What, if you can recall a little bit, maybe you can figure out the whole story."

His expression was full: If I can figure out the reason why this dagger went crazy, I will honestly stay away from allergens next time.

Do you remember nothing and wake up to find yourself bruised and bleeding profusely?Could it be that he came downstairs so late because he had been comparing the wounds and finally determined that the dagger was the real murderer?

Rao was full of respect in his heart, and Ford also felt speechless for a while, and even understood why Gilbert had such a troubled expression.

If it was replaced by another person whose psychological quality is not up to standard, it is estimated that something has gone wrong.

"I've locked it in a box now, hoping it won't break the lock and come out."

Immediately afterwards, Gilbert began to worry about Mr. Longman Griffin, who still hadn't come to the restaurant for breakfast.

"He didn't encounter any difficulties, did he?"

Azathoth said slowly, "He doesn't have a dagger that is as troublesome as yours."

"...Oh, that's true."

Igor quickly raised his head and glanced at Azathoth's expression.

God is so obviously nonchalant that he doesn't know anything about it.

Instead, he confirmed that something had actually happened.

And Azathoth is definitely the source of the contradiction.

Another child in the old house, Longman's youngest son Terry, yelled to see his father in the middle of breakfast.In the past two days, Langman rarely had the mood to deal with this incompetent child for his own purposes, so that Terry's unilateral relationship with Langman improved by leaps and bounds, with an uplifting expression of a young sapling that had been dry for many years suddenly being nourished by his father's love.

Gilbert was not polite enough to disturb the master who was resting upstairs. After Terry suggested to see his father, the bishop immediately followed suit: "I will take this child up to have a look."

People in the dining room watched them go upstairs.

After a while, Igor asked cautiously, "What happened to him?"

"I don't know." Azathoth said indifferently, "It should still be alive, but the mental state is not guaranteed."

The blood on Ford's face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"what happened?"

Hugo sneered: "I knew it."

He happily picked up the bacon on the dinner plate, because the chef of Griffin's old house didn't know that he was not human, so he also prepared a breakfast for the android.Hugo didn't dare to eat too much for fear that the parts in his body would get rusted, so the kitten took two bites of the same thing and put it aside.

Erica: "Hugo, can I have the few loaves of bread left in your basket?"

The bionic man gave her a surprised look, and immediately agreed: "Okay, do you want ham and milk?"

It's nice to be a human cub.Seeing Erica puffing her cheeks and eating like a hamster, Hugo thought happily.

At this moment, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly came from upstairs.

Seeing that other people didn't change their faces, Ford almost thought he was making a fuss.He thought about it for a long time, but it was his conscience that prevailed: "Is Longman Griffin really all right? Shall I contact the hospital?"

"—I'm fine at all, fool." Longman's annoying voice came from the stairs as always. This man with blond waist-length hair strode to the head of the table and sat down, his eyes sharp. He stared at Ford with an impatient face, "Forget about Terry's compensation. After breakfast, you can do whatever you need to do. I will arrange for the secretary to take you away."

Before Ford could respond, Gilbert hurried over and pressed his shoulders, and mouthed with his back to Longman, "Don't be impulsive, I think he's not normal today."

What is wrong?

Ford thought blankly, isn't it just revealing his true nature in front of the public?

Gilbert pointed vaguely where Longman's finger was.

Ford looked in the direction, and found that Longman was staring at the fork in his hand with a serious expression. For a while, he seemed to want to hit it hard on the empty dinner plate, but he tried his best to restrain this impulse, so as to As for the little finger of the right hand is constantly shaking.

"I'm going to contact the doctor." Obviously something else should have happened upstairs, otherwise Gilbert wouldn't have shown such a worried expression, "Can you please wait here for a while and help me keep him in check?"

After Ford nodded, Bishop walked away with his mobile terminal.

He turned his head and found that Azathoth propped his chin, watching Langman's movements with great interest.

The god asked, "What did you see?"

For some reason, Langman seemed to be afraid of his voice. Although he still kept his head down, he answered honestly: "Grilled octopus legs."

Igor: "..."

"Why does my chef make this kind of dish early in the morning?" Longman looked angry and disgusted, "Deduct his salary!! No, just change to another chef! Where is Laura? The secretary should not be at work before nine o'clock in the morning ?"

His secretary rushed over after hearing the news: "I'm going to contact the new chef right away."

Langman said coldly, "Did you buy another Coke yesterday?"

Secretary: "...what's the matter, boss?" Is it okay to buy Coke? !

Langman: "I guess you have gained more than a catty."

"..."

The secretary's boss laughed at her loudly: "Do you think nothing will happen if you don't measure your weight? Alpacas are smarter than you!"

The secretary said firmly: "So I'm going out now... Is there anything I need to bring back?"

She was actually asking about the guests in Griffin's old house, but Langman still answered the question automatically and consciously: "Bring me an octopus ball, the kind without octopus legs inside."

Igor began to wonder whether Azathoth had done something, or if the man had simply gone mad from stress.

But Ford had given up thinking, and he began to beat himself who was worried about Longman 10 minutes ago in his mind.

In the end, Hugo couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked Azathoth, "What did you do to him?"

Azathoth thought for a while and replied, "A certain part of his soul was permanently left in last night's dream."

Then he took out the list in his pocket and pushed it in front of Igor.

"He wrote it down by the way last night."

Hugo quickly scanned the document with his 'eyes', then closed his eyes and did not move, probably to go to the star network to check the information.

But Igor took it hesitantly, staring at the densely packed text on the paper for a long time in a daze.

Azathoth, who was not good at such things for a long time, asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Although he can guarantee that Langman is telling the truth, what he understands may not be all correct.It is more reliable to hand over the work of reasoning and summarizing to Igor, and Azathoth is very self-aware of this.

"No, nothing." Igor stammered, "You...I..."

He closed his mouth again and organized his words.

Outcome: "Thanks, I'm so grateful."

Azathoth noticed that Igor showed a mixed expression of excitement and annoyance.The gray-haired young man is still trying to make amends: "I'm not trying to fool you, I really think this list is very important to me. Even if you say it's a spoils of war, I will..."

Azathoth's words went in one ear and out the other.

No matter what Igor said, the other party's intense emotions flowed into the god's heart—or stomach?In short, Azathoth was once again wrapped in a warm feeling of fullness, and he felt the joy of sleeping in the depths of the ocean until he woke up naturally. It was the right decision to achieve this goal with boredom.

There are times, but Igor's positive and violent mood swings are rare.

For the sake of his delicious snacks, Azathoth felt that he should work harder.

So Lord Cthulhu asked Igor amidst the whistle of the ambulance, "Who is next?"

Igor paused.

He was moved and a little dumbfounded, pointing to a line of small words specially marked on the list and said: "It should be Viscount Joyce. Do you remember that Nixon wrote an article called "From Five Years ago Igor Sullivan Conflict with Viscount Joyce Analysis of the Possibility of Treason"? We read it on the space pirate ship."

As he recalled, he said: "Joyce used to be the deputy director of the mecha research and development department, and his full name is Shirley Joyce. The mechanical leg is one of her research results."

"In the beginning, I had a good relationship with her. For a while, she often came to my house as a guest, and my sister Wendy liked her very much."

"However, when Wendy went to visit her in the capital, she disappeared... I suspect she met a kidnapper."

Igor breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "I realized that Shirley might not be ignorant of this 'accident', so I had a big fight with her. Nixon believed that the disappearance of his sister Wendy was a One of the things that caused more and more conflicts between me and the federal government and the chief consul—he felt that I would get to where I am now, not only because the consul, after the initial success in supporting civilian officials, I am going to give up my pawn who has made too much credit, and now it seems that this matter is really not easy."