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Title: My God, Joyce is really scary, I don't want to deal with her, I want to ask my boss to transfer me, what should I do qaq

Posted by: Margarita Cocktails

Floor 1: ... Sister, did you post the wrong version?

Margaritas: Huh? ! ! !

Floor 3: This tone of voice... Pfft, I think I know what Miss Rita's vest is in the anonymous version.

Margarita cocktails: ahhhhhhhhh I want to delete the post, how fat four! !Shouldn't the home page of the forum be an anonymous section?I didn't even look carefully at what qwq should do now, can the moderator please delete this post for me, it's best to woo woo woo before my boss sees it.

Floor 5: Reply to Margarita Cocktail: Because the anonymous version was hacked two days ago, and no one has been caught yet, a traitor has been found among us.

Floor 6: This is not a joke, it's scary.How can there be more people online than the number of invitation codes? Maybe when we are talking now, there are people we don't know hiding in the dark and watching.

7th floor: Don't worry, the boss is investigating this matter, and the results will come out soon, sister Rita, hurry up, tell me what Shirley did before the moderator deletes the post?

Floor 8: You are really eating melons with your life.

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F15: Where's Miss Rita?The moderator didn't delete the post either.

Margarita Cocktail: Ah, I just went to eat qwq is over, this post has ruined my reputation for the rest of my life.

Floor 17: I want to laugh when I think of Sister Rita with the cool Sister Yu and laughing qwq 2333

Margarita Cocktail: Reply to the 7th floor: Since it is the real-name version of the Red Thread Legion, there is nothing wrong with it. Shirley cut off her right hand~

18th floor:……

19st Floor:! ! !

Floor 20: Shirley, as expected of Shirley, a woman who can go undercover in front of Igor Sullivan.

Floor 21: I cried so loudly! !why is that!Viscount Joyce's right hand is so pretty!

Margarita Cocktails: She also used a mouthful

Margarita Cocktail: Absolutely qwqGod|Skeletal Will the word still be blocked in our forum?

Floor 24: Damn, I don’t know what to say other than shit.

Floor 25: But besides Marshal Sullivan, the only other person we have found so far who can bear that thing is his sister?Moreover, Marshal Sullivan was only able to suppress its spreading power. Only Wendy Sullivan's ability could extract the source of that thing and use it as a weapon.

Floor 26: So Viscount Joyce is dying? ? ?

Margarita Cocktail: Death is not necessarily death... But it will be very painful, and every time I use the power that has been amplified by the gods, it will accelerate the speed of aging.If she doesn't control herself one day, I'm afraid it will be 'Boom'.

Floor 28: Tactical Back.jpg

Floor 29: I don't really understand, what is Shirley's picture?

Floor 30: You don't have to take such a big risk if you want to gain strength.I pressed a red thread medal and bet she felt guilty.

31th floor:……

Floor 32: The Red Thread Medal is pushed back and forth by you every day, it feels good.

Floor 33: Tsk tsk tsk, I don't understand Viscount Joyce. She has done a lot of bad things. If every one of them is condemned by her conscience, why hasn't she committed suicide?

Floor 34: Reply to Floor 33: Maybe it's her luck.

35th floor:……

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Floor 44: Why hasn’t the moderator deleted the post? It’s been two hours since this post floated on the front page, and I didn’t know that members of our Red Thread Corps were so good at posting when the anonymous version was closed.In fact, the posts on the anonymous version of the headquarters are all leaked by you, right? !

Floor 45: The technicians probably went to check the server, and the hackers haven't caught it yet.

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Floor 51: There are a lot of people here, let me announce the latest news.Not only was the hacker not caught, but the other party also discovered that we discovered it, and now the anonymous version of the homepage has become like this 'screenshot.jpg'.

Floor 52: Grass, what the hell is the Happy April Fool's Day written on it, isn't April Fool's Day long gone?Great shame to the Holy See, we are famous this time.

Floor 53: What is famous? There are only more than 70 people who know the forum at the headquarters.

Floor 54: What if the hacker spreads the word and everyone comes to watch.And although the server of our Red Line Legion Forum is separate, wouldn't it be cool if it fell too?

Floor 55: Lost the last place to eat melons, sad.

Floor 56: Waiting and Hopeful.jpg

Moderator: The landlord's application to delete the post has been received and is being processed...

Margaritas: ! !The moderator finally came back to provoke qwq]

Hugo, who had been slumped on the sofa and pretended to be dead, suddenly opened his eyes and stretched himself.

Azathoth slumped on another sofa and asked without raising his head, "Have you played enough?"

"Tsk." The bionic man smacked his lips in dissatisfaction, "Why do you know everything, Azathoth? Doesn't this make it less fun to reveal the answer?"

"I don't know everything. It's because your complacent expression is too obvious."

Hugo trotted over: "I was discovered by the programmers in the internal forum of the Holy See headquarters. They wanted to catch me, but I slipped away in a big circle."

Erica, who was doing homework next to her, opened her eyes wide: "Have you been discovered?"

"...It was a coincidence. I didn't expect that their mechanism of passing invitation codes was so old! And probably because the war stopped, all the members of the forum were online that day, and I was discovered if I was extra."

"By the way." The bionic man looked around and changed the subject, "Why isn't Igor here today?"

"..."

Azathoth turned over and lay on his side on the sofa, facing his back and not moving.

Seeing that Hugo didn't get an answer for a long time, Erica whispered, "Mr. Igor may feel embarrassed."

Hugo showed a stunned expression in a humanized manner.

It looked at Azathoth, then at Erica, and typed on the light screen: What's wrong?Has Azathoth finally couldn't bear to attack the poor humans?

Erica was stunned, then realized what it meant, blushed and shook her head violently.

Azathoth's tentacles reached out and took Hugo by the back collar to the balcony: "The network signal is good here." He said sullenly, "If you are in a hurry, go to the water post."

Hugo: "..." was strangled by the touch of fate.

It honestly shut up.

In the evening, Igor walked out of the bedroom with a nonchalant look: "I think we will still..."

He paused.

In the living room, Azathoth was buried face down in the soft sofa, his tentacles were wandering around on the floor, and the moment he saw Igor, they quickly gathered together, forming a huge funeral 'Character.

Igor turned his head and made a suspicious snort that seemed to be unable to hold back a smile, and then he said decisively: "I'm here to cook tonight, what do you want to eat?"

Azathoth slowly got up from the sofa where he had been sleeping all day: "I'm so hungry, I want something sweet."

It's all Igor's fault.

he thought blankly.

The mood from last night was either sour or bitter, only this time it was slightly sweet, mixed like moldy chocolate ice cream.

Mr. Moldy Chocolate Ice Cream didn't say anything, and obediently walked into the kitchen to bake small cakes, because Azathoth was not sensitive to taste, so he could only work on the smell.

So much so that when the finished product came out, Hugo slipped into the kitchen to taste it, and came out with a wrinkled face: "It's so sweet."

Erica also leaned over to take a sip.

Later, the entire furnace was piled up in front of Azathoth, and the snow-white pastries were piled up high, like a miniature snow mountain.

Lord Cthulhu asked while licking the shredded coconut on his fingers, "Igor, what did you say you were going to do tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow..." Mr. Chocolate Ice Cream, who was actually looking for a random topic, thought about it, "Erica's friends don't know much about the portrait of Wendy, and it has already been given away. Besides, there are people on the Internet It was discovered that Viscount Joyce's right hand had been replaced with a state-of-the-art mechanical bionic prosthesis."

"Now that I think about it, Shirley is not the kind of person who is always on a whim. The research she made after entering the mech research and development department may have some inside information. It just so happens that a doctor friend of mine is on a business trip from Port Yarple to the capital these few days. I I want him to check it out for me."

This kind of inspection is no longer an occasional visit to the hospital for superficial maintenance, maybe it needs to be dismembered directly to see the internal structure.

Hugo said flatly: "They once pushed the bionics into the incinerator, and now they are trying to turn themselves into machines."

"The human mind is really elusive."

Erica looked at him sideways, a little sadly.

Igor leaned down and tapped his leg: "But that will happen in a few days. If you have nothing to do tomorrow, why don't we go..." Send Erica to school?

Azathoth interrupted him: "To the amusement park?"

Igor: "..."

Erica looked puzzled.

The expression on the gray-haired youth's face was indescribable.

It seemed that he did remember what he dreamed about yesterday... So when this person dreamed, didn't he find it strange that an evil god was next to him? !

Azathoth said confidently: "A combination of work and rest."

They looked at each other for a few seconds.

Igor gave in: "...I'm going to book a ticket. Is Hugo going?"

The bionic man didn't know what he thought of, shook his head violently, and said firmly, "I don't."

"Erica still has to go to school, so there are two tickets." Igor seemed to be trying his best to make himself look natural—if you ignore him staring at his left wrist for half a minute before realizing that this is his mobile terminal .

Hugo leaned over and whispered in Erica's ear.

Hey hey hey laughter from time to time.

Then it was picked up again by Azathoth.

This time the android was hung on a hanger.

Hugo: "..."

It made a movement of pulling the zipper on its mouth, rolled its eyes, and separated its body. First, it threw the body below the neck to the ground, and then let the body less than one meter away from the head jump up and stretch its arms. His own head was taken off the hanger.

At the same time, Shirley Joyce returned to her hometown in the suburbs and pushed open the door of Joyce's old house.

In the dark old mansion, the thick metal door was opened, and a huge color photo was hung on the wall at the end of the spacious hall.

Igor Sullivan and his sister Wendy are holding hands and smiling at their former friends outside the photo.