Let the whole universe drop SAN together

"'Would you rather hide your name in a place full of filth and mud than come back to us and show even a sliver of mercy?' What does that mean?"

Margarita held a note in her hand and asked with narrowed eyes.

The Alpha woman Yeda with a pair of black-framed square glasses said: "It's the latest result we deciphered from the wreckage of that spaceship. The insect emperor Arthur left such a message before he left. He probably thought that' The guy who killed 'him will take a look at the recorder inside the cockpit."

"...You say those tentacles are intelligent?"

Jeda blinked her brown eyes, and a bright reflection appeared on the lens: "They may be crazy."

Margarita snapped her tongue and leaned back on the chair back: "So what are you looking for me for?"

"I heard that Shirley Joyce left a portrait with you before she died."

"She's not dead yet."

"Paralyzed, delirious, no different from a dead person."

A look of discomfort flashes across Margarita's face: "...Anne apparently still writes to her aunt every day because we forbid her to see Shirley Joyce."

Yeda said still indifferently: "This is a necessary insurance."

"Well, what do you want that portrait for?"

The brown-haired, brown-eyed, ordinary-looking Alpha squeezed his glasses, and projected a video to Margarita.

In the picture, the screen above a skyscraper about five kilometers away from Maanbo Plaza was replaced with a portrait of Wendy Sullivan for about 10 minutes.

"The staff in the building said that they didn't find anything wrong. They were also hired, and it was impossible for them to focus on their work all day, not to mention that almost everyone was watching the live broadcast of the celebration on the Star Network. This video came from a person who happened to pass by She recorded this scene with the only valuable mobile terminal on her body and posted it on her blog."

Margarita said lazily: "I just said that the capital subsidy plan can make lazy people lazier and useless people become more useless."

"These policies have nothing to do with our Holy See."

"Really? I thought we had a share of the financial appropriation."

Jeda looked at her blankly.

"Okay, okay." Margarita lazily stood up on her slender and straight legs, "I'll get you that portrait right now, but it's useless since Wendy disappeared. I Knowing that the little girl can use them, but we can't track her back with the portrait."

"Not necessarily impossible." Yeda whispered.

Margarita looked back at her in surprise.

"New discovery." Yeda said succinctly, "a kind of lizard, we call it jump-tailed lizard, because its characteristic is to rely on its strong hind legs and tail to jump forward... But the point is that it can feed on human's supernatural powers, we It is found that it will appear purposefully in places where all supernatural powers are concentrated, and after training, it can even rely on this method to track prey like military dogs in the past."

"Oh..." Margarita suddenly realized, "Aren't they naturally generated animals? A new result from Research Institute No. [-]?"

"Don't put all your eggs in the same basket." Yeda said, "You see, the higher ups valued you more, but Shirley Joyce failed our trust."

"Hmph." Margarita took out a picture frame tightly wrapped in black cloth from the cabinet, "Why can't you use the curtain upstairs? There should be Wendy's ability left there too?"

"Because the concentration of the residual ability depends on the size of the screen, and the jump-tailed lizard is only this big." Yeda made a palm-sized gesture, "Do you want it to crawl over 700 screens to strengthen memory? I You can go to Joyce’s old house, but after Minister Antonio and Bishop Gilbert finished talking there, the house was blocked, and even if I want to enter, I have to apply in advance.”

"Okay." Margarita said, "Take the portrait and leave quickly. I don't want to see you for a while, Madam, Chief Executive of the Red Thread Corps."

"Me too." Yeda walked out of Margarita's office with the portrait in hand.

**

Time goes back to last night.

"I have a great idea that can be done once and for all," said Azathoth.

Even in the dark night, His skin seemed to emit a pale light, in stark contrast to those tentacles that absorbed light and were dull.At this time, Igor didn't feel that he was like a human being anymore, because no human being could exist so distorted.

…To give an inappropriate example, people on the Internet like to cut out two-dimensional characters and put them in a three-dimensional scene. Without any processing, they can be seen at a glance that their style is wrong.

When Azathoth took off his hood and stood freely in the night, he felt a similar inexplicable sense of disobedience.

"I've spent too much time at leisure." He seemed to be asking for advice, but it could also be talking to himself, "Sometimes I can't tell if I'm awake or dreaming, but anyway, Waiting for each problem to come to you and then deal with it one by one sounds too negative."

Igor was silent for a moment.

"Why do you think so?"

"Because of you." Azathoth said without hesitation, "Igor, do you want to stay by my side forever?"

It was rare for a human youth to stare blankly at him, and suddenly shuddered: "...I don't think you want to give up on me, do you?"

"No." Azathoth raised a hand and looked at his wrist wrapped in his shirt and fingertips connected with muscles and bones. Whether it was a sudden decision or the current conversation, it was not in line with his own past habits, but Since there is nothing to regret after saying the words, "I just think you deserve better."

"I used to think I saved you," he continued calmly, "so I can take everything I want from you as a matter of course."

"Of course you can!" Igor said without hesitation, his tone even seemed a little hasty.

"But actually, the things you had in the past that I don't value may be more important to you." Azathoth said something that Igor found very strange, "I haven't been a human being for too long, Yi Gore. But I know that human beings need purpose, self-realization, and identity. These things can be easily given to you by the Commonwealth Society, because most people who are talented and willing to work hard will be rewarded. But in my case, anyone who passes What can be achieved in aboveboard social activities has nothing to do with you."

Igor's crimson eyes looked much softer in the fog, and he said softly, "I don't need those, sir, as long as I'm by your side."

Azathoth looked at him fixedly, and suddenly said, "Do you know what Hugo is busy with recently?"

"what?"

"It built a small military base, just above our heads, on the back of the 'moon'." Azathoth raised his finger and pointed to the natural satellite covered by thick clouds in the sky, "Hugo originally wanted to choose Kemingting Township, but the development speed of the Federation is too fast, and the construction started almost as soon as the fog cleared there. It doesn’t want to tell other people, including me, before the construction is completed.”

But the parents always have other means.

"All of them have a goal and gather around me to achieve that goal, except you, Igor."

Igor: "...I want to get Wendy back."

"You have done it."

"..."

"They all have goals." Azathoth repeated, "except for me, awake, sleeping, hungry, just repeating every day, every month, every year. Is it boring? I used to think it was okay. You brought I walked out of the deserted star, Igor, because you have the truth that must be investigated, and your relatives lost in the universe, so I choose to follow you and help you, and your goal has become my goal."

"..." The human's crimson pupils dilated slightly.

"So you understand?" the god continued in that slow, soft tone, "I need to see you move, or life will be as meaningless as it was. So I decided to make this planet a little bit more Suitable for living, until one day your name is no longer a taboo—or, you don’t need to hide as a marshal of the Federation, a traitor, but as my favored person... and so on, this place can last for a long time live on."

"I..." Igor said a word, and had to cough dryly because of his hoarse throat.

"You still have a long life." Azathoth stepped forward and grabbed his shoulders, "It's too early to retire now."

"I will do whatever you want." This sentence is more like a pious oath than a guarantee, "You have everything about me, whether it is body, soul or those illusory dreams."

"Okay." Azathoth said relaxedly, "It's almost dawn, do you want to go back and sleep again?"

Igor immediately realized what he meant: "Do you still have something to do?"

"Well, it's rare to change into a suit. I want to go for a walk. I'll go back as soon as you wake up."

The humans nodded meekly, they exchanged a shallow kiss in the hazy mist, and then parted at the streetlight.

When Igor's back disappeared at the end of the street, Azathoth turned around, and the gentle expression on his face disappeared completely: "Come out, you have been hiding for a long time."

An ordinary man who was unrecognizable after walking into the crowd came over, took off his top hat to Azathoth and gave a slightly funny salute: "Hello, my lord. It's the first time we meet. You can call me Arthur if you prefer human languages."

Azathoth looked at him, and found that although this man looked ordinary, he had a dramatic temperament and a sense of domineering that could only be found in novels or scripts.In addition, he also made Azathos feel inexplicably bored and irritated: it was the kind of pastry that he once liked very much, but because he ate too much or found a dead fly in it one day, he never liked it again. It creates such an indelible psychological shadow that I never want to eat even a bite.