Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Hawke is an ordinary construction worker over half a century old.

The Capital Star is a highly developed city, which has undergone hundreds of years of development and expansion, and there are almost no secret sites that humans have failed to rely on technology to explore.Therefore, it is not unimaginable that the key areas of this planet are covered by high-rise buildings. Judging from Hawke's decades of work experience, the land under his feet can only be divided into two types: the land that has been bought by a certain boss, and about to be bought.

This time he was working in an unfinished building area that had been abandoned for nearly four or five years.

Hawke is indifferent to the building results that are about to be formed by himself and his colleagues, and that has nothing to do with him.This ordinary citizen in a middle-aged crisis is more concerned about the possible impact of the cessation of war on prices that the tabloids have randomly analyzed than the sudden whim of a certain big shot to build villas and commercial areas in various ghostly places.

It was only at noon when I was having dinner with my co-workers that Hawke overheard them talking about the rumors that I accidentally caught from the conversation between the more senior architect and the contractor:

"I heard that the person who bought the land and built the house was a doctor."

"Doctor? Really rich, I thought it was a coal boss from out of town who wanted to invest in real estate."

"It's absolutely true, there may be some messy transactions inside." The speaker speculated maliciously, "This house is estimated to cost millions... no, tens of millions of stars, even if I go to rob the bank now You can’t get that much money.”

"Do you think the salaries of ordinary doctors are so high?"

"...Maybe it's the nobles of the capital." Another person said uncomfortably, "Anyway, it's considered high society, so let's say a few words less."

"..."

Hawk held the lunch box in silence and did not join their conversation.

His thoughts drifted from the tens of dollars of daily wages, to the increasingly outrageous vegetable prices recently, and to his little daughter crying at home and saying that she wanted a new dress like her classmates...Suddenly, The man's eyes widened.

For a moment, he saw a black and white eye with no eyelashes growing out of the dark green barrier covering the construction site.

Hawk's heart skipped a beat, he raised his hand and rubbed his face, and looked at that position again.

There was nothing on the metal plate, except for a small advertisement that someone had sprayed on it with paint last night.

...Maybe it's because I've been too tired these two days.he couldn't help thinking.A few workers were still making noise behind him, and the sunshine from the sky was warm and comfortable, which greatly relieved Hawke's fear and fear of the weird scene that just appeared in front of him.He shrugged, laughed at his fuss, and threw the clean plastic lunch box in his hand into the trash can.

There were soft rustling sounds behind him, as if a mouse took this opportunity to ambush around the garbage dump, ready to rush in to search for food after the humans left.

No one cares about the trivial things in life.

**

Azathoth is afraid that Xianyu is still a dead house (he himself firmly refuses to admit these points), but one of his strengths is that what he is determined to do will be resolved swiftly and swiftly.

Because Dr. Garcia was fortunate enough to observe all this, he simply said to the man who was too shocked to speak: "Do you have any thoughts?"

Garcia stammered in disbelief, "W-what?"

"House." Azathoth said, "If you want to live in the capital for a long time, you can't rely on others like you do now."

Poor Ford Hill, although he is an unqualified cult member, he had to contribute several properties under his name... Who let him know the identities of Azathoth and Igor, and he happened to be young and rich To save a lot of assets.

The gods will not treat him badly, although Mr. Commentator may not be willing to accept Azathoth's protection.

However, ever since Erica's identity was dealt with, Ford plunged into his work and never cared about his actions. He had the ostrich mentality of sticking his head into the sand and pretending nothing happened.

Garcia, as a trusted friend of Igor, is important at such moments.

Of course, Igor had the money to buy the house, it just needed a moment to transfer unobtrusively to Garcia's account.

So what happened afterwards became logical. Garcia, who could not refuse and had no reason to refuse, chose a suitable location in the capital. If there were no accidents, it would take another month or so, that is, to be completed and move in at the beginning of November.

This is the convenience brought by the development of science and technology.

As for Igor's leg and the 'skeleton' buried in Wendy's body who arrived later, Garcia didn't dare to draw conclusions lightly because he didn't have professional equipment at hand.

"The only thing I can guarantee is that Wendy's spine is not her original one." The doctor took a deep breath, which made his belly less obvious, "Igor, you are easy to do, take a picture." You can see where the foreign body is, at first glance it looks like a finger bone of an animal... But I dare not take it out immediately, because I am not a mechanical expert, and I cannot guarantee that your leg will function as well after you take it out Same as before."

He was a little shy in front of Azathos, but it was about his friend's safety and his professional field. The man who was in the position of dean was a little more cheerful when he spoke: "If you have the conditions, I suggest you contact the capital hospital. Or some federally-recognized research institute, they at least have the ability to remove that finger bone without destroying the parts."

Igor asked Azathos to ask on his behalf: "If you are given the relevant equipment, can you do it?"

Garcia did not immediately make a promise, and said cautiously: "Maybe, but this needs to be based on the fact that your legs are not much different from the original limb structure."

As a result, this problem was quickly resolved.

Hugo: "Let me do it!"

It was invited to come to Garcia's home when Erica was in school, and watched the structure of the mechanical legs with great interest. When he turned around, he saw the St. Martin bird nestling on Azathoth's shoulder.

"Wow." The android gasped in admiration under Garcia's suspicious gaze, and held the surrounding utensils unceremoniously, because he was short and needed to look up at Igor, "Do you just want to take it out? Yes Not interested in doing some interesting modifications?"

The cry of the gray bird and Garcia's question sounded at the same time.

"Who are you talking to?" The doctor looked at Hugo, who was less than his elbow height, and then glanced at the bird it was staring at, thinking of the scene where Azathoth was talking to this fluffy creature, An incredible, unscientific idea gradually emerged in his mind.

"Of course it's my brother." Wendy said as she sat on the side holding a cup of hot tea.

She had only been here for no more than twelve hours, and it was also the first time she met Hugo. She looked curiously at this little boy who was deeply trusted by Azathoth but looked unsurprising.

The Azathoth in Wendy's mind is basically equivalent to the villain of any horror story in a fairy tale book. Of course, people who come into contact with him should also have green faces, fangs, black air, and skin covered with tumors and pus. ...But first of all, Azathoth has a human appearance, which has surprised her and relieved her.

Great, brother's boyfriend isn't a tentacle...or more than one.

Hugo satisfies everyone's fantasy of being with a cute and beautiful little boy.

He was wearing an ordinary sportswear that was of good quality and expensive at first glance, with smooth black hair hanging by his ears, clear and innocent red eyes, and a fair face with a bit of baby fat.This is a child who can be praised as a "little angel" when he doesn't speak.

And the mysterious appearance is a bit like what happened to Igor.

Wendy fell into deep thought.

As for Garcia, he has lost his temper due to the continuous unexpected situations in the past two days.

Of course, the doctor has met Wendy before... He is a few years older than Igor, and he looks at his friend's sister with the eyes of a brother or even a father. He also felt sad for a long time after Wendy disappeared. When I think about my return after five years, it will be different from my impression.

Azathoth's tentacles and the return of Igor's other half of the soul have not been seen by him, so this is the only ordinary person so far who still firmly believes that Igor is just in a coma.

But now he can no longer firmly believe in his materialistic ideas.

Wendy's words of course were like a thunderbolt hitting the doctor's head.

He opened his mouth wide, stared at the bird on Azathoth's shoulder for a while, then turned his head and looked at 'Igor' lying on the bed with his eyes closed... No wonder Wendy Sullivan always To talk to that bird, he thought that this group of people had some quirks that ordinary people couldn't understand!

Wendy was speechless for a while because of Uncle Garcia's dull nerves.

As for Hugo, after receiving Igor's response and Azathoth's eyes of "don't mess around", he spread his hand holding the screwdriver, walked back to the bed indifferently, and stretched out his hand to mark Garcia's "fingerbone" Fumbled for the location where he was.Garcia was startled, and subconsciously asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Repair it." Hugo muttered, "It's really inconvenient for a child's body at this time."

Isn't this a normal little boy?

Wendy immediately imagined, from the lich in the ancient western legends to the east's Duoshe.Think about it too, how could the evil god be accompanied by ordinary people who have nothing special?Nervously, inconspicuously, she moved away from Hugo, then realized that she was getting closer to Azathoth.

calm!Wendy!Brother Igor is still on the shoulders of the evil god!But think about it, she had just escaped from a hell in the eyes of others, and fell into a place that seemed to be the headquarters of the cultists in a blink of an eye. Or... Thinking of this, Wendy accepted the setting a little desperately.

A cultist is a cultist. Wendy is no longer a little Omega girl who can only cry when things happen. Her adaptability is amazing, otherwise she would not be able to live to this day.

Then again, Shirley Joyce really shouldn't have bought any book she wanted.

The bionics don't know what they are thinking, they store countless exquisite ideas in their minds, and hundreds of sci-fi movie scenes imagined by ancient people flashed through its information bank one by one.If Igor agreed, Hugo could turn his leg into a contraption only possible in the imagination.It doesn't lack ability, creativity, and funds, but it just can't persuade Azathoth to release his favored one to experiment with it.

So Hugo could only honestly take out the phalanx of an unknown creature from the mechanical leg, and then assemble it back intact.This is no problem or even a little boring for androids.

After Igor checks that there is no problem, you can continue to use it as usual.

And Garcia watched its skillful and impeccable movements, and fell into a dazed thinking about life.

Who am I and where am I?

Is this the legendary mechanical genius?

Why can a little boy's repair skills be so good?Or is it not the bionic prosthesis of the new weapon of the Federal Institute for Advanced Study in front of me, but the Lego toys bought in the store?

Before he could figure out why, the dagger that Azathoth placed in his hand suddenly started to move the moment the finger bones were exposed to the air.

It didn't dare to rely on scratching its master to increase its sense of existence like it did to Bishop Gilbert, and it couldn't act rashly under Azathoth's gaze.The red light on the dagger flickered for a few seconds, relying on its amazing elasticity for a metal product, it jumped into the tea cup in front of Wendy, dipped in the water and wrote on the coffee table:

"My dear god...can you give me that finger bone that is useless to you?"