Let the whole universe drop SAN together

"Dear Aunt Shirley:

Long time no see, I don't know how your body is recovering. "

After Annie typed this line of words, she leaned against the corner between the wall and the back of the chair and stared blankly for a while.The people coming and going outside the door are all senior officials of the Holy See and members of the Red Line Corps.Someone came in to salute her just now, and then 'repeated' in a gentle but irresistible tone the order of the Executive Minister Yeda: They will take the initiative to take appropriate measures to Agnes Joyce, Anne's friend Ai. Rika asks for small favors and makes up for it afterwards.

Annie agreed.

She has no reason to refuse.

So soon someone raised a communication device and was about to contact Erica's current guardian, Ford Hill.A group of adults surrounded a small machine. When the signal was connected and Ford’s greeting came from inside, the transparent glass door of the room was closed, and the transmission of the sound was effectively blocked. Anne could not hear them. any dialogue between.

She can walk out now and no one will stop her.

A child's parents will kick the child out of the study when it's time for official work.If you insist on going in, they may not beat you up, but they may throw a tantrum and scold you afterwards.

What's more, there are no Anne's parents here.

So Anne finally chose to stay in the room honestly, since she was a child, she was not the type who would cause trouble to others—otherwise, she would not become one of the live signs that the Holy See boldly put on.But Erica's face is always in front of her eyes, making her involuntarily type a series of gibberish in the email to Shirley Joyce.

The inbox was empty, Shirley never wrote back.

Anne wasn't even sure she was alive, though the Curia assured her that Aunt Shirley was still in hospital, just not available to meet.

In this society...in this world, when they want to cover up something, who can find something wrong and dare to speak out?So what if she was a descendant of Saint Anne?It's just a title and nothing else until it's actually in power.

The little red-haired girl shifted irritably and continued writing the email, which was the only thing she could do now.

**

"I don't think you hate humans as much as you think." Azathoth said.

He was the only one in the room who would say such things to Hugo without hesitation.

Erica, who was doing homework, calmly took out two earplugs from the drawer and put them on.

Wen Timo silently took out a pair of in-ear headphones, which were zoo souvenirs that Igor had just bought for her, with a half-finger-long little leopard puppet hanging from it.

The sound of frantic rock music rang in her ears, quickly overwhelming the sound of the bionic man's hair exploding.

"——What! What!" Hugo stood up and stared at Azathoth, "What do you mean?"

"The Holy See contacted Marshal Gunger, and he found Igor to convey the matter." Azathoth sat on the semi-open balcony enjoying the coolness under the cool moonlight, and played a melodious song on the mobile terminal in his hand. The symphony became the background sound of their conversation, "The Holy See has found that our identity cannot withstand scrutiny, and it is estimated that we will contact Erica in a while. You have been waiting for this day."

"Yeah." Hugo rolled his eyes, "In order to gain justice in the war. Even the parents of children who fight will blame the one who started the fight. I have to give them some excuses."

"To be famous as a teacher? I thought you wanted to find a chance to play with them."

"It's to play with them!" Hugo corrected, "When they thought they found something, I pretended to be the fish that was caught. The result? Everything they know is what I am willing to show. The enemy Thinking that you have the chance to win and you can collect the results at any time, like an insect trapped by a pitcher plant, you will only realize how stupid you are when you die."

"...death?" Azathoth repeated the word thoughtfully, "is this what you wished for?"

He raised the corner of his mouth at an angle that Hugo couldn't see, and called out a name against Igor's helpless eyes that saw through everything: "Ulyses Valen."

Azathoth's voice was not loud, nor was it high-pitched.

But 2 minutes later, the man whose name he called came out from the direction of the basement, with wet sweat on his forehead, and said in a flat tone, "You called me?"

Williams followed him, lip-syncing: He's exhausted and delirious.

"—I'm very clear-headed." Yuri glanced back at Williams.

The android raised an eyebrow.

"It's easy to guess how you behave occasionally." Yuri's stiff cheeks twitched, and he didn't know how to evaluate the Hugo-like essence revealed under Williams' gentle skin at certain times: that is, he loved some innocuous things. mischief.

The human turned his head and bowed to Azathoth: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

Azathoth looked at his face, which looked listless, but obviously much more energetic than before: "How do you feel now?"

"...?"

"Music sound." Shenming pointed to the mobile terminal in his hand, "Can you hear it?"

"can."

"What does it feel like? When the real and unreal music overlaps?"

Yuri gradually understood, thought for a while and replied: "There is order in the chaos."

Azathoth nodded.

"Hugo wants to issue a mission." He ignored the astonished expressions of the two androids present, and said to Yuri self-consciously, "You can just use this method to repay him for his help to you."

Yuri's heart tightened: "What is the mission? I will try my best."

"It shouldn't be very difficult." Azathoth said, "It has enough ability to simplify complex enemies and weaken the opponent's strength through early deployment."

"Hey!" Hugo said, "I haven't promised anything yet!"

"Isn't that what you said?" Azathoth said innocently, "Layout, bait, extermination, death. Now I have brought you a ready-made killer, and you don't have to do it yourself. This is your long-cherished wish, And I'm trying to achieve it for a friend."

"..."

Yuri's pupils constricted a little due to mental tension.

In fact, he also imagined where the train he was forced to ride on would go.

Never expected that the first stop would be so exciting.

What Azathoth said was very straightforward. In Yuri's eyes, he was not the type who would joke about this kind of topic, so taking the life of his own kind was no longer as simple as killing an NPC in a game.

What are you kidding?A thought flashed through his mind quickly.It doesn't matter whether they are of the same race or not. Even if the evil gods don't exist, isn't human society still in endless internal friction?Murderers and civil wars will never be eradicated.So the main contradiction of this order is actually:

Are you willing to obey His command to take another's life?

Are you capable of bearing the conscience and consequences of this behavior?

What if the other party is a criminal who commits all kinds of crimes?

If the person dies, no one will mourn or avenge him/her, or even applaud him or her?

Hugo's relaxed expression and angry expression disappeared together.

It looked up and down at Yuri, as if a seller was standing in front of a butcher shop picking a piece of pork, and after a while it said, "Okay, this is indeed a good opportunity."

Yuri was silent and didn't ask any questions.

He actually wanted to ask, who is the other party?Why?

But does this question make sense?

Does war make sense?

Does pain make sense?

The wound repeatedly tears and heals.

He was stabbed by Arthur a few days ago and almost died in the deep sea. Why?

He couldn't figure it out, so he didn't ask anything at all.

Igor folded his arms and frowned, standing silently in a corner of the room.

In fact, he is probably the one who has the least psychological burden besides Azathoth.

Because I am used to wars, even if I feel uncomfortable, I am very familiar with how to judge whether a person deserves to die by his interests and positions—anyone who goes against it is the enemy, until the other party is no longer able to continue fighting, it has nothing to do with justice It doesn't matter.

What's more, Azathoth will not allow the situation to deteriorate to the point of irreversibility.

……This is the most important.

Neither child heard what they were discussing.

Until a voice communication request was delivered to Erica's mobile terminal.She looked back at the adults with serious expressions in a daze, took off her earplugs and asked, "Shall I pick it up?"

Hugo asked, "Whose phone is it?"

In fact, it knew it as early as the moment the vibration sounded.

"Mr. Ford."

"Yes, Ford Hill, I'm afraid there are a hundred interrogation and negotiation experts from the Holy See standing behind me." As soon as Hugo finished speaking, Williams took gentle steps, like a dancer and a black cat. Walking up to Erica like a cat, she leaned over and pressed the answer button.

Erica blinked, innocently bewildered.

On the contrary, Wendy glanced at Igor uneasily, and got a comforting look.

Ford Hill's steady voice came from the communication: "Erica?"

"I'm here."

"Did you go to the Capital Zoo with your friends two days ago?"

"Ah."

"That's right." Ford stuck for a while before saying, "Who was the person who was walking with you that day?"

The commentator roared silently in his heart: Who else could it be!Oh shit.

If he hadn't been in the enemy's (huh) base camp, surrounded by a group of unarmed people who couldn't hide the smoke and claimed to be the Holy See, Ford would definitely throw this dirty word in their faces coldly and aggressively superior.

Enough is enough.

Cthulhu too.Do you think that every breakthrough is Erica?In fact, how many beasts would embarrass the little girl?He is the one who suffers every time!

Fuck the Holy See.

Because I dare not insult the evil god in my mind, I can only scold the official legal organization like this.

"...my friends," Erica replied, "what's the matter?"

"Some bad things happened before, and the official department wants to meet with them to inquire about the situation on the scene."

After saying this, Ford Hill wanted to laugh a little.No matter why the Holy See wished to think that Erica was just a pure white lamb that had gone astray, as Erica's nominal guardian, Ford knew very well how loyal the little Omega girl was to that lord god!They were doomed to return in vain, because Erica would never say yes to—

"Okay," Erica said in a sweet, unconscious voice on the phone.

Ford froze for a moment: "What?"

Fortunately, the people from the Holy See were also stunned, and his daze at the moment did not seem abrupt.

"I said yes." Erica repeated, "Is it because of the big sister who fell into the water? I remember that the brother who walked with us rescued her. Will someone give him a pennant?"

"..."

Gresham elbowed Bod and said curtly, "You want a pennant? Margarita can give you one any minute."