Let the whole universe drop SAN together

The others watched it write this line, and their faces were distorted for a moment.

Azathoth also felt a little surprised.He recalled the scene when he 'meeted' the dagger for the first time. At that time, it didn't look so lively, so that now it was not like an ordinary man-made object, but like an intelligent creature with its own thinking.

He thought for a while, regardless of Garcia and Wendy's shocked, terrified or blank eyes, he asked calmly, "What do you want that finger bone for?"

Azathoth's calm attitude can easily give the onlookers an illusion: it's no big deal that the dagger can write, it's all because you rarely see it.

Therefore, the room actually maintained a superficial calm at this moment.The dagger was dipped in some water again, and while the water was still wet on his body, he quickly wrote on the dark coffee table: "I'm not sure yet, but there must be a connection between us."

Before Azathoth could comment on this, the red light on its body flickered, like a TV with a poor signal connection. Azathoth guessed that it should be some kind of signal of 'near power failure', because the movement of the dagger Impatient all of a sudden.

"Of course, as great as you are, you must be able to understand the importance of this phalanx to me." Obviously it is a very smooth print, but for some reason it gives people a flattering feeling, "I swear that I will repay your gift, although I There are a few trivial flaws in the previous position, but you are so magnanimous..."

The rest of the words cannot be written, because the water in which the dagger was dipped was used up.

It draws a weak tail at the end of the last word, and it seems that it has no strength to jump up and run into the teacup again.

Garcia coughed dryly.

He waited for a long time but no one spoke, so he had to bear the burden of breaking the atmosphere, and cautiously commented: "It doesn't look very credible."

Wendy nodded immediately.

Of course, they still have doubts about Azathoth's identity, but anyway, with Igor here, they can tell the difference at a glance.

"This dagger belongs to Bishop Gilbert." Wendy said, "Bishop Gilbert has always carried it with him before. It may be an important secret weapon of the Holy See."

"Oh, we've actually seen it before." Hugo lowered his head and observed the patterns on the dagger carefully. "It was at Longman Griffin's house. At that time, Bishop Gilbert bleed a lot with this dagger."

Why is there a lot of blood?

The human beings who had never seen a dagger in the past were inexplicable, thinking that Hugo was making an analogy.

But they quickly understood the true meaning of this sentence.

After the fruitless observation, the bionic man reached out and raised the dagger.It pulled down the scabbard-like metal shell attached to the dagger, almost at the same time, a dazzling red light flashed, and the upper half of Hugo's thumb was neatly cut off.

Azathoth frowned under his hood.

The other two humans present opened their eyes wide, because Hugo didn't show a painful expression, and its fingers didn't bleed like ordinary people. Instead, a light blue filling fluid of unknown material oozes from the edge of the wound.And inside the finger, complex circuits and metal plates wrapped in skin can be seen.

"The wire of the sensor is broken." Hugo stretched his fingers, and the other four worked well as usual, but his thumb was stiff and motionless, "Do you have spare wires here?"

Upon hearing this, Garcia reflexively opened the drawer and handed over the materials.

The bionic man held the materials in his mouth as if no one was there, and picked up the 'remnant limb' that fell on the ground with the other hand, and compared it to the port, as if he was considering whether to press it directly.

After a while, Azathoth said, "At least it's really suspicious."

His words broke the atmosphere of walking on thin ice.

Dr. Garcia stood aside and watched Hugo's movements. Judging from his expression, he should be reorganizing the three views.

At the same time, the fingers of Igor's body lying on the side suddenly moved.

**

While waiting before dinner that night, Garcia kept staring at the caged St. Martin, trying to figure out how it was different from before.As soon as Igor came out of the kitchen to untie his apron, he saw his friend squatting in front of the birdcage with a puzzled expression, kneading his numb calf because he had bent his knees for a long time, but even so he refused to stand up. Get up and go to the living room to sit with Azathoth.

The bird he was watching was pecking at the clear water next to him, but he didn't even look at the Twolegs beside him.

"What are you doing?" Putting aside the apron that looked like it hadn't been touched by fireworks for several years, Igor adjusted the collar of his shirt and walked to Garcia's side.

There was an inexplicable awe in Garcia's tone: "It's hard to imagine that your soul can be contained in such a small body."

"..." Igor paused before saying, "It's just the soul, if you want to try it, I will tell him."

Garcia shivered.

"No, I'm not interested." He wondered if the evil god would be willing to stuff his soul back intact after pulling it out of his body. "Speaking of which, what do you call that person?"

Igor pursed his lips tightly: "It's what you saw, what's wrong?"

"God." Garcia sighed subconsciously, and then quickly made a movement of zippering his mouth, "Sorry, I mean, He doesn't mind either? Obviously you all admit that you are more than normal gods Have a closer relationship with the favored one?"

Of course Azathoth didn't mind...probably.

Igor's thoughts moved, and he remembered that he had not discussed this issue with the other party.Due to the psychological pressure brought about by calling God’s name directly and respect for Azathoth, Igor seldom, or almost never, directly called each other’s name. Azathoth also said that this may be why people think they are The reason for the huge disparity in status.

"But their opinions have nothing to do with me," said the god indifferently when bringing up this topic, "it's interesting occasionally. So your feelings are more important."

"Of course, Igor, you can try to learn from Hugo." And in some inappropriate and special time periods, "Since you don't want to use your full name, why not try a nickname?"

Igor: "... now?"

Azathoth's charming human face showed a smile that others couldn't see: "It's now."

"..."

Igor cut off those messy mosaic memories in time, and said expressionlessly: "It doesn't matter, it's better as it is now."

Seeing that he was not interested in this topic, Garcia tactfully swallowed the rest of the words, followed Igor to the restaurant and sat down.

The chef for today's dinner is Igor, and Wendy helped him.Azathoth was originally the one who was going to help in the kitchen, but it seemed that except for Igor and Hugo, no one felt that he had such intentions.

Garcia, as a bachelor without a family, never showed his cooking skills, and Hugo because he was too short to reach the stove (and he didn't need to eat dinner).

You are discriminating against evil gods.

Azathoth sat by the dining table exuding a dark breath.

Obviously this is one of the daily interests of his and Igor's life.

Wendy gradually regained the feeling of getting along with her brother from ordinary daily things.There is still a smile on her face that has not faded, and she obviously got a lot of fun from being busy in the kitchen with Igor. The heavy and calm look of the past gradually faded on her still young face, making this thirteen or fourteen-year-old look , In fact, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl looks much closer to her peers.

**

Another underage girl came out of the school and gently hugged her friend: "I'm going back."

"Yeah." Annie forced a smile, her red hair looked a little sluggish, "It's okay, don't worry about me, it will be fine in two days."

In fact, the fact that Shirley is still alive has given her a lot of comfort... Although the current Viscount Joyce probably doesn't want to be able to retain consciousness in this pain.

Erica didn't know what to say, so she could only help Annie as much as possible in other small matters.

"No one came to pick you up from your house?" Annie looked around, but didn't see Ford Hill.

"Mr. Ford works overtime tonight, I'll go home by myself."

"Oh, it's not easy for you." Annie knew that Erica had other 'relatives' in the capital, but none of them could bring an Omega girl home at this moment, which made her feel a little sympathetic." I have to give a speech in two days. They say I look too haggard now, I don’t look good on camera, and it’s annoying to think about it.”

Erica asked, "Queen's birthday celebration?"

"That's it." Annie nodded, "They plan to let me get in touch with some planned jobs this year."

She shrugged: "After all, I will be twelve years old soon."

"I'll prepare a birthday present," Erica said immediately.

Annie laughed all of a sudden, showing her white teeth, shaking her head like a little lion: "I'm looking forward to it, but it doesn't need to cost too much. This is the first time I have received a birthday present from a friend, no matter what you send I'm sure I'd love them all."

"Oh." Erica pretended to be surprised, "This is also the first time I celebrate a friend's birthday."

The two children who were out of tune with their peers looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"Don't talk, don't talk, you go home quickly, it's getting dark." Annie said, wiping a little tear from a smile, "The person who picks me up has to wait, I still have today's speech It's not finished."

Erica looked at her sympathetically.

"Don't do this." Annie elbowed Erica unconvinced, "Didn't Mr. Anderson also give you extra homework? He still expects you to win honor for the school with your talent, and what kind of scientific research award will you get in the future?" some type of."

"But these assignments are very simple." Erica said truthfully, "Ms. Anderson recommended that I skip a grade, but I didn't think about it, so I didn't agree."

Annie immediately rolled her eyes: "Get lost, I don't want to talk to you anymore."

The two parted ways in front of the school gate.It was not the first time for Erica to go home by bus, ignoring other people's surprised eyes of "Why is this little Omega girl outside by herself", calmly thanked the person who gave up her seat, and then held her schoolbag and looked out the window.

Half an hour later, she got off the car about 800 meters away from the apartment that Ford Hill had lent to Azathos and Igor. The owner is not in the house anymore.

Erica was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that she took out her mobile terminal to contact Hugo and ask him what happened.

She brought the key herself, and she didn't worry if she couldn't get in the door.

At this moment, a man wearing a black sweater and a cotton hood who seemed to be passing by in a hurry suddenly reached out and covered her mouth with his hand as he walked past Erica.

An ordinary-looking taxi stopped beside them.The man in the hoodie brought the little girl who had temporarily lost her ability to resist into the car, and soon the engine started, and the humble hover car disappeared into the night.