Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Garcia had a nightmare.

Or not a nightmare.

He rubbed his forehead, and there was a burst of unbearable pain deep in his right eye.His brain seemed to be split in half, brain matter and blood spewed out, while his right eye stared at a picture without blinking:

A young man in a black cloak knocked on his door, a full moon hung high on the pitch-black velvet curtain, and the young man's shadow dragged long on the ground—the shadow revealed a huge tentacles entwined Creatures with sarcomatous tumors, they wriggled on the gravel ground, and the stones the size of fingernails were like blinking eyes on giant monsters.

The doctor woke up suddenly, and pressed the eye sockets with his palms in pain, as if this would relieve the pain a little.

At this moment, he heard a knock on the door of his apartment at No. 183 in the Colliro district of the capital.

"Boom, boom, boom."

Rhythmic sound.

Garcia's eyes widened in horror, and he couldn't help but look at the gap where the curtains weren't covering.The night of Capital Star is quiet and peaceful, and the stars are shining brightly in the sky, illuminating the earth clearly.

It is a moonless night.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and asked in a rough voice, "Who is it? What's the matter at night?"

**

Wendy was sitting in the basement of Joyce's old house with her bunny doll in her arms, her eyes were dull, as if she had received a major blow.

Shirley stood beside her, watching the gray-haired and dark-skinned girl in a daze, and said after a long time, "Your brother doesn't want to come back."

Wendy rolled her eyes stiffly, and she asked, "What did you do to him?"

"I just wanted to talk to him, but he was taken away."

"...After you dispatched the army?" Wendy showed a sarcastic expression, she stood up holding the puppet, "You really value him so much? Is it because of a small piece of divine skeleton in that leg?"

Shirley's face was pale, but her eyes were very bright: "You really know about this, I said you can't use that kind of power anymore... Is it sleep or a portrait? Anyone with pictures now Can you manipulate any place?"

Wendy's golden vertical pupils looked at her fixedly: "Guess, Shirley, I won't tell you."

"It's for your own good."

"Hypocrisy." Wendy spat. "Ugly. Full of lies. Your guilt is only to satisfy yourself. You know what's right and what's wrong, but you can sacrifice anyone for yourself."

"...it doesn't matter what you think of me," said Viscount Joyce. "Have you seen your brother? What is he with?"

"I don't know." Wendy answered very simply this time, "I can't see him, he's been protected...or imprisoned, whatever you want to say. No one can use any means to get past the consent and Igor communicated, I appeared in the portrait in Igor’s dream last time, and I have already alerted him, if you do this again, you may anger him.”

Saying so, the girl laughed loudly, "What are you going to do, how can you deal with it even if you don't know who your opponent is?"

"You used him... Aren't you worried about Igor? It is likely to be an incarnation of the evil god, or a projection of part of his power in the universe. We even think that it is the threat in the universe that is waking up one after another. harbinger."

Shirley looked at her intently, "That's why you exist. Even if you don't worry about other people's safety, what about Igor Sullivan? How do you think he will be treated?" Wendy secretly He squeezed the palm of his hand.She said without changing her face: "I only know that my brother will not encounter good things with you."

"..."

The gray-haired girl watched the back of the tall Alpha returning in vain, couldn't help but slumped her shoulders in frustration, and then angrily hammered the metal water pipe in front of her.

Of course she was extremely worried about her brother's current situation.

But—as she herself said, even if the skeleton that replaced her spine enhanced her strength, Wendy still faced an insurmountable peak.The unknown being guarding Igor Sullivan's side was like a giant dragon guarding his own treasure, silently blocking anyone's coveting of that treasure.

The question is, what exactly does He think of his brother?

Wendy wondered, if the precious toy loses interest, it will be abandoned like a shoe.

She rubbed the rabbit's head in her hand, and put it together with the hairpin pinned to her bangs.

**

"If possible." Garcia, the director of Port Yarplais Hospital who is on vacation and an old friend of Igor, is nestling in his easy chair, looking at the corner of the bathroom with a little horror. Dao figure, and then whispered to Igor, "Next time you come to me, you can tell me in advance."

The warm orange light reflected on the frosted glass should undoubtedly be a human figure.

But he just felt something was wrong.

Think about it, on a windless night, there is a knock on your door. Walking in is an old friend you have only seen once for many years and is still wanted by the National Security Agency.You don't know how he got away with it, or how he managed to be so comfortable, or even seem to be doing well, while he was on the run.

And beside him, followed a stranger in a black cloak with a vague face.

To your puzzled look, the stranger didn't say anything, just nodded silently and perfunctorily.

Your old friend also seems to have not seen your confusion, and proposes a reasonable request: I want you to help check his mechanical prosthesis.

In the process, a stranger in a black cloak offers to borrow your bathroom.You suddenly felt the damp breath on his body, as if you also smelled a sea smell that is different from pheromones and can only be possessed by real contact.

At that moment, Garcia thought the man had just crawled out of the sea.

Little did he know that he had come close to the truth.

Igor said: "I will, sorry, this visit is a bit rushed."

His expression looked a little helpless.

Who would have thought that Azathoth would take him on a walk-and-go trip, quickly walking through a journey that would take a day and a night by boat, and in less than six hours, he made a big circle around the inland sea What about returning to the capital and walking to Garcia's apartment in the Colliro district?

During this process, Igor didn't have time to say hello to Hugo and the others, but Azathoth said that they should already know.

"Hugo is always monitoring this city, or this planet. Such vigilance has been engraved into its chip, and it will not change easily in hundreds of years." The god said, "But most of the time it is We don’t take these pictures seriously, we just record them and store them. If we don’t pay attention to it for a while, Hugo will realize what happened and take the initiative to search for information around him.”

"In this way, it should be the first to discover that we have gone to the beach. After the military headquarters appeared, the network signal was blocked, and the surveillance on the side it controlled could also find us after we went ashore."

"But isn't it something that can be solved by sending a message?"

"Well, Hugo probably won't ask for help in this regard." Azathoth, who knows bionics well, affirmed, "Especially if it wants to contact me, it must go through you... I don't think it should Hate you, but 'asking humans' itself should be quite difficult for it."

In fact, Azathoth also has its own mobile terminal, which is occasionally used to play games, listen to songs, and read novels and comics. Those who read the book need the R18 software with mosaics (Cthulhu: The tentacle book is very fragrant but some plots are too ghostly, although it is fragrant but can’t be brought in. After Igor heard it one time: ... No, this is not for you at all. to bring in).

But most of the time he's the kind of annoying guy who doesn't respond to messages.

Azathoth: I can't think of how to return it at all, and I will forget about it after a while.

Therefore, the former widowed old god who is considerate of social difficulties, his mobile terminal is also handed over to Igor for safekeeping when he is not using it.

Hugo also knew about this, so it sent messages only to Igor.

Sure enough, after a while, Igor received a message from the bionic man, it was an address, and there was a paragraph below:

"I saw Shirley Joyce go there. There are no cameras and no Internet. If Azathoth wants to get revenge on her for interrupting his date, he can go over and see what secrets there are."

Igor: "..."

It's scary to be around an AI that is capable of violating other people's sexuality at any moment.

He couldn't help covering his face, thinking that Hugo might have seen the whole process of Azathoth's confession to him, he had an urge to stay here with Garcia forever and never go back.

Azathoth knew what he was thinking, and comforted him: "I held down the nearby camera at that time."

So if Hugo looked at the video at that time, he would see a large piece of tentacles entangled with the four characters of "refusing to watch"?

The corner of Igor's mouth twitched... Seriously, even if there is no one, what can they do in an internal swimming pool that comes with a suite?

Originally, this was just a little embarrassing thing, but Hugo's imagination might make the whole incident even more confusing.

He simply stopped thinking about it, and as soon as he walked into Garcia's apartment, he began to discuss the problem of his mechanical legs straight to the point.

It was almost early morning at this time, and Garcia knew his old friend's character well. If it wasn't for a special moment, he would never choose to ask for help at such a rude time.So he listened very carefully, but still couldn't help showing a surprised expression, and kept looking at the left leg that looked particularly sci-fi.

"What do you suspect is in it?"

"I don't know." Igor said with his slender fingers folded, "This is exactly what I hope you can help me figure out."

"Of course...it's not a big problem." Garcia muttered, turning his head to look at the bathroom again.

Igor tapped his fingers on the table.

"I hope you don't bother him, but you can trust him... because we are currently a couple."

He uttered these words in a normal and calm manner as naturally as possible without revealing Azathoth's identity.

But the moment his voice fell, Garcia still showed a shocked expression of "Fuck, am I still dreaming?"