Let the whole universe drop SAN together

the next morning.

The middle-aged doctor, who can't sleep because of the pressure of life, wakes up when the sky just dawns.He rubbed his eyes and put on plush slippers, stretched his waist and was about to walk into the bathroom, suddenly remembered what happened last night——

There was an ominous "click" from Garcia's waist, as if bones were rubbing against each other.

He twisted his facial muscles, stood in front of the mirror rubbing his waist in a strange posture, and let out a long breath at the dark circles under his eyes.

However, this is not the end.

The locked door of the next room was suddenly unlocked.

With the toothbrush still in his mouth, Garcia couldn't help but poked his head out of the bathroom to take a look, and saw the man who had left him with a huge psychological shadow in the dream also came out first wearing a cloak this time.

But what was different from yesterday was that there was a dark gray bird resting on his shoulder, about the size of an adult's fist, and it was burying its small head in its fluffy wings, motionless.This makes their combination look like a raven resting on the ground with its wings folded and a baby bird it shelters.

Where did this bird come from?

Doubtful thoughts flashed through Garcia's mind quickly, but he had something more to pay attention to.The doctor looked over Azathoth's shoulder into the room, but did not see his old friend Igor Sullivan.

He froze for a moment, feeling that Igor was not someone who would sleep in, so he continued to stick his head forward suspiciously.

Azathoth stepped aside cooperatively.

This time, Garcia saw the young man lying flat on the bed.

Igor seemed oblivious to his gaze, and was still wearing the same clothes Garcia had seen last night.His two hands were neatly folded on his lower abdomen, his legs were stretched together, and his eyes were tightly closed.Garcia observed for a while, and felt that the other's chest did not rise and fall. If this was not the bed in the guest room of his home, he would have the illusion that it was covered with messy rose petals.

The doctor's heart beat faster because of the hallucinations in his mind.

He bit the toothbrush handle, hurriedly rinsed his mouth and walked out of the bathroom.

Azathoth sat leisurely on the sofa in the living room like the owner of the room, he didn't seem to care about Garcia's inquiring gaze, and he was still in the mood to gently caress his shoulders with his cold fingers on the bird's feathers.

Garcia felt like he was about to explode.

Last night, Igor personally said to him, 'There is nothing to worry about', 'I trust him, and you should trust me', 'Your thoughts are unreasonable'!

It's all shit!

He hesitated for a moment between questioning the young man in black on the sofa and rushing into the guest room to check on Igor's condition, then he heard Azathoth say: "Didn't Igor ask you to check his legs? "

The humans who almost erupted were stunned.

Azathoth looked a little impatient.

"Do what you should do, don't waste time, and don't move anything other than that mechanical prosthesis."

Garcia subconsciously followed his order and took two steps towards the guest room, and suddenly came to his senses and asked, "What's going on? What's wrong with him?"

"It's nothing." The god said lightly, "His body and his soul are always in my hands. Since he can't be by my side like before, his soul shouldn't stay with his body. .”

"..."

The fluff on Azathoth's shoulders buried his head in his wings again.

(Igor made a bill for Hugo, and the android felt a little itchy nose for no reason.)

It took Garcia two seconds to understand what he meant, and he was so angry that he was almost speechless.The doctor pinched the 'swimming ring' on his belly angrily: "Where is he now? Is he safe? I want to talk to him!"

"This is not something you need to worry about." The black-robed man leisurely leaning back on the sofa said with deep meaning, "Igor will find eternal peace by my side—until the end of time."

Indescribable images such as 'imprisonment play' and 'bird in a canary cage' flashed through the minds of well-informed human beings.

With a livid face, he thought about how to reverse the current situation for a minute, but his right eye and his entire head were in pain as if it was about to split open, as if a wire was inserted into his brain along his eye socket and kept stirring Generally speaking, the predicted picture kept flashing in the line of sight: the shadow of the man in black robe was stretched very long by the moonlight, and his tentacles writhed in and out of it, gradually distorted into a smiling face like a clown, as if laughing at his powerlessness .

The gray St. Martin on Azathoth's shoulder uttered a crisp cry.

The god blinked, turned his head and engaged in an unknown exchange with it, before repeating to Garcia, "Don't worry, he'll be back after you check."

**

Shirley Joyce awoke from a deep dream.

Her right hand was pressed against the edge of the bed, and she accidentally pressed too hard, directly collapsing a whole piece of wood.Viscount Joyce stared blankly at the wooden thorn pierced into the gap of the mechanical arm for a long time, pulled it out with his left hand, and then took out the mechanical lubricating oil and maintenance tools from the bedside table.

After finishing the regular maintenance work, she walked out of the room.Yesterday, because Igor Sullivan came to Joyce's old house to ask Wendy to ask questions. The old house is located in the suburbs several hours' drive from the city center, so Shirley slept directly in the old house that had been unoccupied for a long time. Lying.

Anne had a video chat with her last night. The little girl chattered about her campus life and new friends she made. Erica became the main theme of her recent topic. Shirley knew that this child rarely met someone who could talk to her. A friend, even if the other party is an Omega.

Agnes Joyce.

Shirley always remembered the name Anne.

Agnes was Agnes, and she would never be a second St. Anne... because if there was anyone who could take that title, it was undoubtedly in the basement of Joyce's old house.

Agnes is the daughter of her cousin, the niece she grew up with, a descendant of St. Anne, and a living sign put out by the Holy See.

——It was also a target they had clearly placed in the foreground, used to cover up the real target.

She grew up in the glory of praise, and was endowed with the fate of smooth sailing and wind and rain that was set early.

And if one day he has to hold power... the rose that has not yet been stained with blood will end in blood.

Thinking of the ending that might be destined to end in tragedy, Viscount Joyce held his left hand tightly on his right wrist and continued to exert force until the part of the skin that belonged to humans showed blue-black traces.

Of course she cared for little Agnes, whom she had taken care of for many years, who was one of her few relatives.

Shirley kneaded her temples and thought slowly.But this does not hinder any decision she made at all. From the very beginning, this woman's mind was split into two halves. One part of it wailed like a beast for the dead people and her own sins that could not be washed away, while the other half complained about it. Showing an unwavering sneer.

Shirley walked to the window and pulled the curtains aside.

Today is a rare cloudy day in summer in the capital.

The damp and cold wind blows from the densely populated areas of the city to the desolate countryside, a bunch of old vines with withered yellow hanging down from the dark red eaves, swaying with the wind in front of the window in front of Shirley.Its branches trembled and curled up in terror of the approaching storm.

Viscount Joyce frowned watching this scene, feeling that the old house had been left unattended all year round, and it did look a bit dilapidated.

Immediately afterwards, thunder rolled, and lightning tore through the gray clouds, revealing a pale silhouette of the hazy city in the distance.

The curtains were pulled back by the owner.

Electric lights illuminate the view.

The door of the old house was blown by the hurricane, making a creaking sound.

The dying beast whimpered again from the basement—it was Wendy.When she was bored, she used the fork and iron pipe in her hand to make musical instruments, playing movements that no one but her could appreciate.

Shirley brings her toys, books, treats, everything she mentions.But Wendy is not a child who will easily bow to Eun Hye. Only when they first met, Shirley felt that Wendy was like an ordinary little Omega girl.

Maybe that's just because the wolf cubs have held back their fangs in the warmth of their home.

The Sullivans are all wolves, carnivores whose true nature is revealed the moment adversity strikes.

Wendy tore the things she gifted into pieces bit by bit, which was easy for those buried in the bones.

But Shirley also retains the means to control her, which is why Wendy has been unable to leave that basement so far.

The mourning and music played non-stop, and when the old house was empty, the sound also came from the same place, flowing sadly into the distance.

Shirley listened quietly for a while, then walked out of the room and walked slowly towards the basement.

She knows what others will think of her.

Ugly, hypocritical, cowardly, self-satisfied.

But it's not like that - it's not.She was just two people split from the beginning. No one could stop the evil part, and the other half could only make up for it in vain.She quarrels with herself in the depths of her heart, curses each other, blames each other, accepts the consequences of the evil she committed, and shirks responsibility for those who have hurt. The ugly ones are very courageous, while the noble ones are dying.

Or, they are all guilty.

Shirley Joyce is a madman.

She understands this clearly and distinctly.

So when the portraits, sculptures and specimens placed in the hall suddenly moved in her eyes, Shirley was not surprised at all.

"This is retribution," said a voice in her mind mockingly.

"No, I just did what I was supposed to do - and I'm willing to do it and pay the consequences," said another voice.

"What are you thinking?"

Igor Sullivan came out of the portrait and sat beside her, asking calmly like a friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"Boom" with a loud noise.

Lightning split from the sky again, illuminating the pale faces of the two people, and Igor's blood-soaked eyes.