Let the whole universe drop SAN together

"Igor."

The girl's sweet voice called his name.

"elder brother."

She walked over to him and sat down, hugging her knees, looking sideways at him sadly.

"What's wrong with you?" Igor couldn't help asking.

"I'm looking at you." Wendy replied.

She looks to be only eleven or twelve years old, wearing a white ankle-length suspender dress, curled up barefoot in this endless sea of ​​flowers, with a delicate red hairpin pinned to her short gray hair, which hangs in a small On the side of the ear, the dark red eyes stared at Igor without blinking.

"It makes me sad to see you, dear brother."

Igor said, "I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize, it wasn't your fault." Wendy looked away, her slender wrists were intertwined, her skin was much fairer than Igor's, "We haven't seen each other for a long time, I should feel very happy to see you again Happy...but I'm sad, brother. I didn't expect so many things to happen after I left."

"I'm sorry." The girl looked away, but Igor stubbornly looked at her side face and apologized again, "I should have found you earlier."

"It's too late..." Wendy said softly with her eyes lowered.

Red blood-like traces appeared on the surface of her fair and delicate skin. Immediately afterwards, the girl's human shell shattered and peeled off bit by bit, exposing the scarred and stubborn stone-like interior.Her gray hair grew longer and longer until it reached her waist, and the red irises of her eyes turned into vertical golden pupils in the blink of an eye.

A portrait of a person's height suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​flowers under the blue sky.

The girl stood up, she was a little taller than before, the white skirt was shortened to the calf, and her gray-black skin was as hard and weather-beaten as a lizard or a legendary dragon scale.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the red heart-shaped cheap hairpin pinned to the side of her bangs.

"It's too late..." Wendy repeated, the sad emotions faded from her face, replaced by ice-like coldness and rationality, mixed with a bit of beast-like greed and madness, which made her delicate face appear It was particularly ferocious, "I no longer expect to be saved, brother. Now I have the ability to protect myself, and I even have the ability to defeat everyone, so I don't need you anymore——Igor."

"..."

"Let's go back."

The girl walked towards the portrait, "Don't look for me anymore, and don't think about going back to the past, we are all different, brother."

"So go back, it's too late to give up now."

"Wait...wait a minute!" Igor cried out.

In the center of the snow-white canvas was a pitch-black spinning black hole. Wendy seemed about to walk into the painting without looking back, and could never come out again.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed the portal-like canvas standing quietly in the sea of ​​flowers.

Suddenly, a pitch-black, mud-like tentacle stretched out from behind Igor, quickly wrapping around his waist.

"Igor." A familiar voice called from behind.

Igor paused, Wendy disappeared from sight in an instant, and Huahai burst apart like a shattered mirror.He suddenly woke up from the dream, sat up suddenly, panted and looked around in surprise.

He was sitting on his bed in the capital's apartment, and Azathoth sat beside him, watching him thoughtfully.

"Having a nightmare?" the god asked.

"Yes." The picture in the dream is as vivid as the real scene, as long as Igor thinks about it, it will flow through his mind like flowing water.

"I dreamed about Wendy...she told me not to try to find her again."

Igor hesitated and said: "In the dream, I felt guilty. It may be because I have been eating for so many years to find the clues, and Wendy looks different from before we separated."

Azathoth said: "You can take this as an ordinary nightmare."

"...but you don't think it's common, do you?"

"I think." Azathoth said thoughtfully, "Your sister is indeed no longer human. I'm not sure what kind of existence she is, but it's impossible for a human to influence you with just a portrait. "

When Erica came home yesterday, she mentioned the Shirley Joyce family portraits to the adults.

As a result, Igor encountered a nightmare at night.

Of course, this may be due to reasons such as day-to-day thinking and night-dreaming, pressing on the chest when sleeping, recent mental stress, etc., but...

"I just saw your sister's expression." Azathoth said a little unhappy, "She saw me at the last second when she entered the portrait, and her expression didn't look like she didn't know anything. If it were an ordinary nightmare, her details would be perfect."

It's not like he hasn't seen what ordinary people's nightmares look like.Ordinary people's dreams are full of jumping and absurd scenes most of the time, no matter how logical they are, they cannot be as comprehensive as reality.

"What, what?" Igor stumbled, "Did you see Wendy just now?"

"Of course I'm in your dream." Azathoth said naturally, "Otherwise, how can I stop you from catching up?"

Igor: "..."

He thought he was dreaming of Azathoth.

After all, this is not the first time that Lord Cthulhu has played such a key role in saving people from the sky.

"What if I follow up?"

"I don't think she will give you the ability to catch up with her." Azathoth said, "After all, this is a dream dominated by her, and it would be too weak for you to catch her."

Igor nodded.

I didn't ask the low IQ question of 'If this is the case, why did you reach out and hold me in the end'.

At about the same time, Shirley Joyce came to the research institute under the headquarters of the Federal Mecha R&D Department.

As always, she was wearing a simple and heavy long skirt with a slightly retro style, and her riding boots that were close to her calves made a crisp sound on the ground.Shirley skillfully authenticated her identity and entered this building located in a suburb of Capital Star. A group of missionaries in parish uniforms hurried past her, looking very anxious and flustered.

"……what happened?"

Seeing the group of people leaving quickly with their mobile terminals in their hands, Shirley asked in a daze.

"Lord Viscount Joyce!" A chunky Beta bee leaned forward and said graciously, "You are here! These people are testing our new security system."

"Isn't that used in the military? What does it have to do with the Holy See?"

"Who knows." The staff spread their chubby hands, "I heard that there is a small problem with their internal forum. Obviously, the headquarters only gave out 72 invitation codes for the anonymous discussion forum, but now the number of people online during the peak period is very low. At 73, I guess some old bishop made a mistake."

He muttered: "Although they are all respected seniors, this does not prevent them from being killers of electronic products."

Shirley cleared her throat.

The staff immediately said: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"...I want to fix a portrait."

"...We are the Mecha Research and Development Department, Mr. Minister." The staff member changed the title, "What did you say you came to the research institute today? I may have misheard just now." Shirley looked down at him condescendingly.

Putting on high-heeled boots, she is over 1.8 meters tall. Her short white hair is combed into a bun behind her head, and her ice-blue eyes are narrow and cold.Compared with the cool fog-like aura when she picked Annie up at the school gate, Shirley now looks more like an iceberg.There was a sense of 'I'm not wrong, it's because you didn't understand well' all over her body.

"Go and report to your superiors, just say I brought 'her' again."

The staff rolled and walked away dejectedly.

After a while, he rolled back again: "Ms. Margarita is talking to Mr. Antonio and Bishop Gilbert. They said that you can wait here for a while, or you can go there now."

Shirley walked away without saying a word.

Margarita is a senior researcher in this institute, and her office is on the top floor hundreds of meters high.Shirley took the elevator for a long time, and when she reached her destination, Antonio, Minister of National Defense, came to open the door for her.

The two Alphas looked at each other expressionlessly for two seconds.

Antonio: "I heard that you were scolded by the owner of Griffin?"

Shelly: "..."

Pretending not to hear, she passed Antonio and saw Bishop Gilbert discussing his dagger with Margarita.

The old bishop frowned: "Is there any way to make it more honest? Or make it more ordinary and less eye-catching?"

"No." Margarita said lazily leaning on the chair, "This is a side effect of the 'divine blood', it will give an early warning of the crisis, you should go back and think about whether you have encountered any dangerous people. "

"By the way, I feel sorry for your kidney."

Gilbert: "...I didn't hurt the kidney, Ms. Margaret, you have been misled by rumors."

He nodded to Shirley, turned and left, leaving only three people in the room.

"I'm here to ask about the performance of the new product." Antonio said automatically and self-consciously, "Longman Griffin signed a new contract with the Holy See, and magic and supernatural powers may be used in the development and construction of civilian aircraft. If possible, this institute will serve as a pilot site for new federal programs."

He glanced at Shirley meaningfully again, and followed Bishop Gilbert.

In the end Shirley and Margarita were left.

"Busy man, huh?" Shirley snorted, sat down opposite Margarita, and took out the portrait beside her.

"I don't mind if you take extra money for yourself, but you have to remember that this is the fundamental purpose of our research."

"Of course~" Margarita's frivolous voice passed by her ears like silk, and then she stood up and took the portrait, pulling away the black cloth covering it.

A dark-skinned girl with long gray hair and golden vertical eyes suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

Margarita looked at the girl in the painting through the drawing paper, her eyes were fascinated and excited.

"When did she become like this?"

Then her eyes shifted to Viscount Joyce's hands wearing white lace gloves, and she paused and asked, "What's wrong with your hands? Why are you wearing gloves?"