Let the whole universe drop SAN together

so good.

A plain-looking young man with a slightly aggrieved expression spread out the drawing paper in his hand, and carefully traced it with his fingertips.The person in the painting has a thin but not weak body, and a beautiful but weird face.There are white feathers, jagged insect bones, and disgusting winding limbs growing on His face, but there is a flawless rose in full bloom.

The young man looked at the familiar skeleton that was exposed on his face, which seemed to be covered by sex soon, and thought half angrily and half painfully: Why did it become like this?

Dirty, disgusting human beings.

They trust and sacrifice blindly without any reason.

There is also a hidden portrait of the god.

"What are you hiding from me?" Arthur, who had just left and returned, asked angrily while holding Nixon's collar in disregard of other people's obstruction. "You can't just know this little bit!"

With his determined questioning and persecution, the expressions of the human beings changed from feigned panic to calmness and disdain.

"Find him and ask yourself, coward."

"You actually said that?" Arthur laughed uncontrollably, "Do you also believe in Him? What did He give humans to make you so loyal?"

"I'm afraid you misunderstood." Nixon, who was about to be suffocated by his neck, said intermittently, "I have never, never believed in any god. But... Igor is my best friend. Don't even think about it, from me Here, get his information...no matter who you are."

"Even if I kill you? Don't human beings come back to life after death?"

The humans under his control sneered: "Yes, but not everyone is afraid of death."

"...What didn't you tell me?" Arthur looked at the portrait taken out of the other party's wallet in confusion, "You obviously haven't been in contact with them for too long, what secret is more important than death?"

He relaxed his grip slightly: "I'm not from the Federation, and I'm not interested in arresting Mr. Sullivan. If you cooperated with me a little bit, the trouble would have ended long ago. What's more, if I hadn't told you the truth, you wouldn't have Not sure that Igor Sullivan is in the capital. Your dear friend is unwilling to even notify you, and there is a deep friendship."

"That's not a reason." Nixon had a chance to breathe, and he took a sharp breath and raised his hands to rub his neck. "Igor has his own things to do, and I have mine."

He remembered his brief experience in Kemingting Town.

Two red full moons hung on the edge of the sky.

Crimson blood trickled from beneath them.

Zerg bones and coffins placed in the church.

A god in a black cloak.

A long road covered in thick fog.

A creaking, spinning music box.

Magician sitting alone on stage.

A huge black figure outside the tent.

Gravel-covered hills and gleaming doors suspended in mid-air.

And travelers who have forgotten everything.

He once brushed shoulders with Igor.

"I'm afraid you can't understand, Your Majesty the Emperor of the Zerg Race."

"You recognize me?" Arthur touched his face in surprise.

"I have some inside information." Nixon smiled nonchalantly, "Thanks to them, they almost fooled you away just now."

"Tsk." Arthur was a little ashamed and annoyed again, "What's going on?"

"I just want to ask, don't you already know that Igor is the favored one, I'm afraid I don't know more than you, what do you want from me?"

Under the watchful eyes of a group of people, Arthur walked around twice as if no one else was there. He thought about his purpose in distress, but found that besides venting his anger at Nixon here and forcing him to dig out every detail in his memory, there was actually nothing to do. There is nothing to do.

This is rare, before each of his actions had a clear goal.

But in matters related to Azathoth, his reason is easily dominated by impulse.

"I'm not happy," he said to himself, "you can spend so much time with him, and he wants to kill me as soon as he sees me."

Nixon wanted to find a cigarette and smoke it, because he often has some inappropriate sense of humor. At this time, holding a cigarette in his mouth can at least stop his mouth and ensure that he does not offend others.

But he has no cigarettes now.

Can't spare either.

So he moved his mouth: "Although I don't know what happened, maybe you can try to reflect on yourself?"

"You're trying to piss me off." Arthur stopped, "Why?"

"Sorry, this is my speaking style when I'm in a bad mood."

"You humans are really annoying." Arthur sighed sincerely, and then punched Nixon in the lower abdomen.

When the other party fell to his knees on the ground with a muffled groan, and the people around him screamed after another but there was nothing he could do, Arthur forced him to raise his head: "Then tell me that when you saw him, he What have you done?"

"Cough cough cough!" Nixon barely supported his upper body, "If you must know, He saved a bug that was imprisoned by humans."

**

"What about internal intelligence?" When Nixon Evelyn jokingly told a friend in the system about the ruler of the Zerg, he never expected that one day he would use this information.

"Very dangerous, very dangerous." The other party replied without hesitation, "We have analyzed a lot, but you know, if he has a body that can be discarded at will, plus countless subordinates at his disposal, and mimics anytime, anywhere The ability of other creatures, whether it is to find him in the crowd or capture him will be very difficult."

"Oh, isn't that incomprehensible?"

"..."

"What? Is there something you can't tell me?"

"It can't be published in the newspaper, but I believe you, you won't say it casually." The man hesitated, and said, "Do you know, we deciphered a message he left behind, it was for the person who didn't know it was the evil god. It's still his part|body or a favored person... or something like that."

"It said, 'Would you rather hide your name in a place full of filth and mud than come back to us and show even a little mercy?'"

"Ah." Nixon restrained his nervousness and sighed with emotion, "Why does it feel like a boudoir resentment?"

"That's right." The other party said with concern, "We all think it's weird. Maybe they used to be in the same group, but now they fell out. Although no one said it clearly, but that kind of thing is on the side of human beings. Better than facing those greedy worms."

"But it's all guesswork?"

"Yes. In addition, Arthur has another weakness. Like all bugs, his mimicry ability has a cooling-off period, and he shouldn't be able to change back and forth like a screen switch in a short period of time. Besides, I guess it is impossible for him to change his body for free, and he may suffer a certain degree of mental pressure and pain... But this is all my guess, alas, the ability of this kind of creature is indeed unique, but the level of technology is not developed enough. Come on, it can be regarded as a restriction."

"If their unity of will is governed by one idea, then development and innovation must be quite limited." Nixon analyzed rationally.

"So, if, I'm just giving you an example, what should I do if I accidentally meet him? Is it too late to call the police?"

"Uh." The other party smiled briefly, "Hurry up?"

"Hey! What's your duty!"

"I'm definitely going to rush up and seek death, but you don't have to. But if you can't escape, just do what you like and try 'from now on I will also start to believe in my Lord, and we will be one family'. "

"...Think about the official beliefs of the Federation." Nixon looked at him speechlessly.

"I'm joking." The man waved his hand, "And you don't know about the official beliefs. The relationship between the Federation and the Holy See has become more and more rigid in the past two years. I'm not surprised that it will collapse one day. I am a federal official. Not from the Holy See."

"Speaking seriously, if we can't run away, we analyzed his psychology before, and we definitely can't talk about that evil god. This kind of paranoid who is greedy to plunder and has a strong desire to monopolize and does not hesitate to trigger war, we are the last It's better not to touch his bad head."

"To tell you the truth, I don't think he will find you specifically. If he finds you, there must be something about you that attracts him. He either wants to kill you, or he wants to kill you after he gets what he wants. about you."

"So the only thing you can do... is to wait for rescue, and then, don't let your hole cards go away."

**

So the desire to protect Igor is sincere.

Wanting to stall for time and pretend that I really have a lot of information... is also sincere.

Humans are more complex than you can imagine.

Seeing Arthur who had no doubts because of his true feelings, Nixon was still in the mood to slander and sneer.

But Igor is really hiding in the capital... Is this the occasion for the first reunion in the open and aboveboard?It's too embarrassing, right?How about at least a cigarette?

"I've changed my mind." Arthur watched condescendingly as he spoke the story slowly, obviously the pain inflicted on his body has never stopped for a moment, this young man who has been sitting in the office all year round actually still has the ability to think carefully about his words Sensible Nixon, "I don't want to waste any more time here."

Nixon's pupils shrank.

Is this impatient?

"He saved a bug in Kemingting." Arthur said in a small voice that Nixon could barely hear. "Interesting, I can go and see for myself."

Nixon: "..."

Grass (a type of green plant).

It was an unexpected development.

"But before that, in order to thank you for your cooperation, I would like to give you a small gift."

Arthur said kindly.

Nixon's heart sank, and he had an ominous premonition.

After a few seconds.

"boom--"

The newspaper building collapsed.

About half an hour later, Igor stood on the ruins with a sullen face.And Azathoth followed behind him, because of the rare true feelings and sincere care of the favored on the road, he was shamefully distracted, and a little blush appeared on his pale cheeks under the hood.