Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Yuri hesitated all morning before acting.Anyone who faces the unknown turning point of fate will inevitably be in a dilemma.

He repeatedly rubbed the small knife with some curly blades in his hand with his fingers, until a smear of red appeared in his palm due to careless operation.Finally, the man finally made up his mind and put the used knife back into his pocket.

The person reflected in the mirror is very strange.

He couldn't remember when time began to stop on this body.The uncontrollable regeneration ability that spread like cancer cells brought not only a body that could not be changed in the face of any pain, but also allowed him to keep his appearance in his 20s, even in order not to be regarded as a monster by others, Can only be covered with beard and hair.

But Yuri knew that he was not young anymore. He made the mistakes of all middle-aged people who bowed their heads to fate, and began to be indecisive and wandering because of fear of making mistakes.

At twelve noon, when the sun in the capital was at its peak, he stood in front of an apartment building, raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

Yuri thought it would be Garcia who opened the door.

As a result, a tall Beta, who was obviously more powerful than a doctor, opened the door from the inside. This man made Yuri vigilant instinctively, because whether it was the cold and alienated temperament on the other party or the scrutiny in the red eyes , have shown that he is rational and not easy to approach.And his appearance made Yuri feel a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw it before.

"Mr. Ulysses Warren?" said the person inside the door, "Garcia and I mentioned you, please come in."

Yuri walked in quietly.

However, when passing by the gray-haired man, the other party suddenly raised an arm to stop him: "Garcia probably called a killer."

"……I do not know what you're talking about."

His resistance was easily broken.Just as Yuri guessed, the gray-haired youth is a true warrior.The opponent only used a slight movement, and even before Yuri could react, the knife he was holding was taken away.

"The smell of blood. There is also unnecessary vigilance and fear." Throwing the knife aside indifferently, the gray-haired youth said, "Sometimes it is useless to just make a decision. If you want to kill someone, at least take Come out with the courage to perform surgical rescue."

"I was saving people then!" Yuri said, glaring at him.

"Sorry, but it looks similar to me." The other party said politely, "At least on the battlefield, all of us uphold the idea of ​​saving more people to deprive other lives."

Yuri was stunned for a moment, and finally remembered the identity of the man from the dusty newspapers in the corner of his memory and the overwhelming network messages and arrest warrants: "...you are Igor Sullivan!" He couldn't help but backed away One step later, the illustrious military exploits that were equated with this name, as well as those cruel reputations, "So is this the stronghold of which federal hostile force? What purpose do you have?!"

Igor locked the door behind him before his shout could attract the attention of neighbors.

Then this young man who was as nimble as a gray wolf showed a faint smile: "If we are, then you are already dead."

What's more, which terrorist would stay in such a warm and homely place?

Do you think it is the mafia described by cartoonists?

Yuri gradually calmed down: "That knife is not a murder weapon. I need to use it to stabilize my mental state."

"Are you feeling anything unusual right now?"

"I think it's unusual for you to appear in front of me openly."

Igor smiled again: "It seems that your situation is not bad, maybe you don't need our help."

"Doctor Garcia gave me this tape." Yuri took out the tape and threw it to Igor who was about to pour tea in front of the coffee table two meters away. "What does the sound inside mean? Why do I hear it repeatedly?" it?"

Igor straightened up, took a sip of tea slowly, and gently placed the cup on the table.

"What answer would you like to hear, sir?"

"……How to say?"

"If you're here looking for a culprit that has brought your life down to where it is today, then I can only say that fate is uncertain. If your purpose is to condemn, as a loser, I can't do anything more than share your hatred Do something else."

Yuri looks really young.

But age is not determined by appearance. You can see the traces of time from a person's behavior, speaking style, three conceptions, every subtle expression, every cell, and even every bone. 'It's not the long time that makes people feel far away, but two or three irreversible things. 'Yuri has been through such irreparable things too many times.

So it is destined that he is not an impulsive and hot-blooded young man.

"You are not a loser." He looked at Igor and said, "If you are, there is no successful person in this world."

"However, I think what measures our sense of accomplishment is often not what we have gained, but what we have lost." Igor said, "For example, you have achieved brilliant results in the field of medicine, but in addition , you’ve lost your family, your career, your ideals, your basic security. I wouldn’t be surprised if you felt resentful because of it and never recovered.”

"..." There was a trace of undisguised pain in Yuri's dark brown eyes, "I'm not here to find the culprit and shirk responsibility, at least not today. I just want to know the truth... What does this tape mean? ?”

"If you follow reason and yearn for the truth, then things will be much simpler. I can't answer you all, but at least I can tell you what I know." Igor motioned him to sit down opposite him, "Just from a Let’s start with the most basic and rooted topic, do you believe in God in this world?”

"...?"

**

"This is a trap." Hugo lightly turned an A4-sized physical screen on the table in front of him, which was playing the picture and sound in the living room, "If Yuri came here driven by anger and fear, If he wants to get back what he lost, then maybe he can leave safely."

Erica, who was sitting next to it, tilted her head and thought for a while, and said, "But he didn't come to blame anyone, he accepted the reality that he couldn't get back what he lost. He just wanted to know about the strangeness about himself. Yes, the voices in those auditory hallucinations, he saw strange sights on the Queen’s birthday celebration day and the connection between these things and us. Isn’t this very rational? Only by understanding can it be possible to fight.”

"Yes." Hugo agreed, "He chose the right path, but that's why Azathoth won't let him go, isn't he?"

"what?"

Erica turned her head and looked at the god sitting in the corner staring at the void in a daze.

Wendy whispered from the side: "My brother and I mentioned that the Lord God wants new believers, so Mr. Ulysses should be a good candidate."

Garcia shivered diagonally from Azathoth.

That's it.

he thinks.

God's favoritism is not necessarily a matter of luck.

And when you are willing to do this, it means that you will never be able to break free—you will become His iron hoof, the sharp blade in His hand, His most loyal warrior, and His right arm that can be split at any time.You will keep him in front of you at all times, and the blade he wields on the battlefield points to your only direction of progress, but because you are too close and he is too dazzling, you will not see the haze hidden under the slightest light.

In short, humans are afraid of what is beyond their control.

To believe in an evil god and be favored by him is to entrust everything to the unknown.

How dare you wholeheartedly bet on trust?

——and how to reject Him?

**

"My sanity makes me think you're talking nonsense."

Yuri said, "Everything you said is inconsistent with my previous education and what the federal authorities preached."

"Seeing is believing." Igor said, "Perhaps for you, hearing is believing."

The music played by an unknown instrument sounded again.

Yuri closed his eyes slightly, feeling as if he was sitting on a rail train that never stopped moving forward. Outside the window was a repetitive monotonous scene, the faces of the people around were blurred, and their conversations sounded like whispers. whisper.The only thing he noticed was the music streaming from the train radio.

Only music.

He leaned on the back of the hard train seat, and walked peacefully on his way home, humming a familiar tune that only he knew.It was like golden syrup spilled from the hands of an old man, stirring his thoughts thick and sweet. At this moment, both the cruel fate and the eternal pain and suffering seemed to be far away.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep in a warm hallucination.

About half an hour later.

Yuri suddenly opened his eyes, gasped heavily, stood up in surprise and doubt, and groped for something beside him with one hand.

"What do you want to do?" Igor on the opposite side of him still maintained the previous posture, as if the time was still half an hour ago, "Find your knife and stab it in your ear? Your habit It's hard to disagree."

"Even if the brain is pierced, it will soon regenerate." Yuri gave up the futile attempt and calmed his breathing, "I don't know who can kill me with what means."

Igor shook his head disapprovingly.

Yuri sighed: "I believe it, Mr. Sullivan."

"Your decision is in your own hands, I just told you part of the truth you want to know."

"...But the initiative has never been with me, right?" Yuri looked around again, and then said to Igor, "My only bargaining chip is that I think I will be useful. Although I don't know what you see Come to see what is more valuable."

"That depends on what you can do."

"You have doctors and soldiers." Yuri said, "Since you showed up here without any scruples and no one noticed, it means that the logistics work is also done well. I can't figure out what you need me to do... wait a minute."

He squeezed his fingers tightly, and the subcutaneous blood vessels ruptured and quickly healed: "Do you need an agent on the bright side or an executioner in the dark? I think you can do both."

"You can too." Igor said with great interest, "so choose one?"

"..."

After a while, Yuri said, "I don't really like to appear in front of people in an open manner."

All right.Igor thought to himself, probably there are believers for every kind of god.

...No, this idea is too impolite.

But next time at least an adult who can go out and interact with people, right?

"That's it." On the surface, he said nonchalantly, "Now you can try to meet Him."