Let the whole universe drop SAN together

"What do I want that thing for?" said Bod grumpily, "and I can't get a raise."

"But you can take it home to show off to your brother."

Bod didn't know what to think of, and his eyes lit up.

"Silence!" Yeda turned around and gave them a sharp look.

——The eyes conveyed a big failure. Gresham was as tall and strong as a brown bear standing upright, and he was able to be 'defiant' without bowing his head.

Bod coughed dryly and put his head down in a cute gesture.

Yeda looked at them and sneered: "It's time to make amends, you two. The task of finding out the truth is entrusted to you."

Gresham suddenly lowered his head, realizing that Jedda was serious, and his face turned green: "Boss, Bod met them before."

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

There is a big problem.Gresham thought plaintively.It's okay if Erica's friends really have problems... The key is what if the other party is innocent?He and Bod and the others would be like drunken fools punching the common people in public, and then apologize sincerely for their deceit and deliberate probing.

If the other party is too angry, then pass this matter on to Anne from Erica...

Sin ah.

"Don't worry, the insurance has been bought." Yeda said coldly, "If anything happens, we will take care of your loved ones for you."

Gresham: "..."

Fine.

This story tells us, cherish life, don't flirt with your colleagues at work...ah no, it's slapstick.

**

"The matter is actually very simple." Hugo said to Yuri with his legs crossed, "Because there is no record of fighting with them, it is basically impossible to build a battlefield model in advance. But the other party knows nothing about us. In this case, whoever initiates the killing intent first will take the initiative. Sometimes it is only a little calculation that takes human life... Have you ever heard of a movie called "Death Comes"?"

Yuri: "No."

Hugo didn't care about his reticence: "In short, a series of seemingly coincidental accidents is enough to cause devastating consequences, and we will now be the ones who lift the scythe."

"I don't think I have the ability to complete an overly detailed plan." Yuri said with a dark face, "You are my teacher, you should know that my level is limited."

"I'm just giving an example." The bionic man waved his hand, "There's no need to be too dramatic, and I'm not..." Its eyes flashed, "Some of my kind used to be keen on killing humans, but I Feeling that enjoying it too much at this time will only die before the finale like the tasteless little bosses in the comics - and they really didn't even see the final judgment."

"Also considering that Azathoth only intends to watch the show this time, and you are an ordinary person, so we changed our mind from a horror movie to an action R-rated movie, what do you think?"

"—Teacher Hugo, why don't you want to do it yourself?" Yuri asked suddenly, "If Mr. Williams takes care of the enemy, there will be no trouble at all."

"It's also fun to take the initiative to make the challenge harder."

Yuri sighed, making his expression even more serious: "Well, you can do whatever you like, but I don't like getting blood everywhere, and I almost lost my job because I made the scene too dirty."

Hugo looked a little surprised.

And humans looked back at it indifferently and feebly.

Finally they reached a consensus, and Hugo said happily: "I will pay attention to this."

**

Arthur held a videotape copied from a video store in his hand, transcribed the audio into other formats and stuffed it into human electronic equipment.He dug out an old second-hand earphone and put it on his head with great interest.

The ear-piercing, monotonous, and disgusting music came out of the earphones. Arthur walked on the street with light steps, like an ordinary young man who could no longer be ordinary, exuding positive energy all over his body. Upward and sunny and cheerful vitality.

Ten minutes later, he walked into a formal newspaper office and told the staff that he had made an appointment in advance to meet.

After another 5 minutes, Nixon, with a cigarette in his mouth but not lit, hurried out of the elevator in a coat and asked straight to the point: "Who are you?"

Arthur smiled at him: "I want to buy a painting from you."

"……what?"

The young man leaned forward familiarly. Nixon tried to retreat with a stiff face, but found himself unable to move.Arthur rummaged from his coat pocket to his trousers pocket, but couldn't find what he wanted. He showed a slightly disappointed expression, raised his head and asked with a smile, "Where's your wallet?"

"Breast pocket," Nixon heard himself reply in a flat voice.

"Thank you!" Arthur dug out the wallet from his pocket, found the palm-sized piece of paper in the interlayer, unfolded it for a look, and folded it up again.Finally, he patted Nixon on the shoulder and asked regretfully, "How did you manage to stay rational?"

"...I don't know what you mean." Nixon bit the tip of his tongue to stay awake through the pain.

"You know it," Arthur said. "Humans just like to play tricks. Forget it, let this be my reward for taking your painting. But there will be no next time, and children who lie will be punished." ~"

He ignored Nixon's livid face and continued, "Tell me everything you know about him, or I will contact that human named Igor Sullivan to collect your body."

After half an hour.

Their lengthy conversation has already caught the attention of other staff.Many people looked at Nixon who was meeting with outsiders during working hours, and wanted to come over to ask what was going on, but an inexplicable psychological pressure stopped them from moving, and they could only look at him from the corner of their eyes every once in a while. This small corner with only two people glanced at it.

"Well, it seems that there is a limit to how much he loves the house and the bird." Arthur said, "I thought he loved that human being so much that he would keep everything related to him under his wings, just like in the past— —Well. But things change, and so do the gods."

"But maybe he doesn't like Sullivan as much as he seems."

He adjusted his clothes under Nixon's angry eyes, and said kindly: "Don't tell anyone about our conversation, you know the consequences."

"What the hell do you want to do?!"

"I just want to come and get this painting, and try his attitude by the way." Arthur said without any hesitation, "You see, since He doesn't care about human beings so much, it's normal for me to want him to change a few favored objects Bar?"

"You're dreaming," Nixon whispered. "That's impossible."

"Who is dreaming?" Arthur hummed, "Is it me, is it you, or him who never opened his eyes?"

**

"boom--"

"boom--"

"boom--"

Three heavy bangs.

Three bullets hit the bullseye.

Igor put down the gun that Garcia kindly provided, walked to the drowsy Azathoth and asked, "Do I really need to take a look?"

Azathoth woke up like a cat soaked in water, half sleepy and half puzzled, and said, "There's nothing to see."

"I don't think Hugo will do it." Igor said after deliberation.

Azathoth nodded: "Three hundred years old liar."

Humans were amused by this metaphor, and the smile was fleeting: "But Yuri may not be able to stop."

"Ah... do you think so?"

"He gave me the feeling that he has been isolated from the real world for too long." Igor said, "Hugo likes to use the plot of movies or TV shows as an analogy, but Yuri will take it seriously."

"Do you know?" Azathoth said slowly, "When we first met on the deserted star, if you answered later, I would really kill you."

Igor raised his eyebrows: "But you didn't do anything, blame me for reacting too quickly?"

Azathoth snorted: "What I said is true, don't think that I fell in love with you at first sight, even if I did, it's also my feeling for food."

"Isn't it good?" The gray-haired man held Azathoth's hand and leaned over slightly, "What kind of smell do you like? If you can't taste the smell, your favorite smell is fine."

Azathoth unceremoniously stretched out his two hands to pinch Igor's face: "Shut up. What I want to say is Yuri, who doesn't understand the physical pain and has experienced too much mental suffering." It is easy for him to have the illusion that it is easy to deprive others of their lives."

"He and Li (you) uh (no) (drinking) once."

Igor didn't struggle, and replied vaguely.

"Don't pay attention to the details." The evil god of the eighth-level human language contestant was a little annoyed, "You know what I mean. As long as he overcomes the shackles of morality for many years, he can easily kill, because he can't understand the pain and fear of others before death. Empathize."

He let go, and Igor sat up straight and rubbed his cheeks, then calmly said: "Until he realizes the preciousness of life, just like after you met me."

"The analogy is rubbish."

"It was you who said so first."

The righteous, double-labeled god Azathoth changed the subject, and sighed, "I hope Hugo won't be so stubborn that he insists on me going out to save the scene. That scene will be too ugly."

——The evil god came forward to prevent believers from killing people, the Holy See should really give him a certificate of zealous citizen.

On this thought, he and Gresham should be able to shake hands: sincerely hope the embarrassing moment never comes.

**

Annie ran out from the Red Thread Corps headquarters.

No one found out.

The little girl rubbed her fluffy head, a little angry and a little sad, like a child who escaped from home with her parents behind her back, on the one hand rejoicing to regain her freedom, on the other hand because her parents did not imagine So much attention to self and worry.

She sent two communication requests to Erica, but there was no result. Hong Xianjun had already controlled the mobile terminal, and it was impossible for any external message to be received by the target before it was approved.

At noon, the capital has a peaceful atmosphere.

The autumn sun is warm but not glaring. The private spaceship is moving forward on the established track. The hovering vehicles cross the sky one after another with faint blue tail flames. A few birds chirp from a treetop. Jump to another treetop, turning a blind eye to the humans who are busy moving forward.

Anne took a deep breath and walked towards the nearest bus stop.

At times like this, she especially wanted to see Erica with her own eyes.

No matter who cheated whom, who concealed who, until the final result came, that was Anne's only friend.