Let the whole universe drop SAN together

When Nixon opened his eyes again, he found a very familiar person sitting beside the hospital bed peeling fruit.

"Igor...?" He spat out the words in a daze, always feeling that something was wrong.

A few seconds later, the man woke up completely: "Igor?! Why are you in the hospital?"

He sat up all of a sudden, although the wound on his body had healed, it still gave him a sore feeling from excessive force, and even the bones at the joints of the limbs creaked like old parts.

Igor didn't reply immediately, so Nixon rolled his eyes stiffly, and saw Azathoth in a black cloak sitting next to the gray-haired young man.

Long-lost memories flooded my mind.

He suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Long time no see." Igor sighed, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long, but it's not convenient for me to show up in front of people for the time being. It's also difficult for me to come here this time and I want to ask for your help."

Nixon calmed down surprisingly quickly, which may also be called a tacit understanding between friends: "Tell me about it."

"What happened before this explosion?"

**

"It turned out to be because of a portrait." After walking out of the hospital gate, the midday sun shone on the top of Igor's hair, shining bright gold, "Could it be that he wants to express his wishes to you in this way? "

"It doesn't matter." Azathoth said indifferently, "Since we already know where he will be now, we just need to find him directly."

Igor was slightly surprised: "Where is it?"

"Kumingting Town. Arthur probably thought it was because of him that I attacked the church in the town."

Igor's surprised expression gradually faded, and he said thoughtfully: "You really know him well."

"Time helps you achieve anything."

Human beings stopped talking.

It took a while for Azathoth to realize later: "That was a long time ago, and Arthur is no longer the bug I like." After he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong, and added: " I never liked him before..."

Why does this sound like a scumbag speaking!

Azathoth was silent for a little longer, and then tried in vain to make amends: "...It was a very pure relationship, although I don't remember it anymore, but you are different from him."

Hey!

It's getting weirder and weirder!

Blame Hugo.

Azathoth pushed the blame to the bionic without hesitation.

"I understand." Igor reassured, "You don't have to explain that much to me."

really?

Azathoth looked at him suspiciously. The evil god himself has a basic understanding of the human way of thinking, but understanding does not mean that he can use it proficiently. It is definitely not his fault that people can distinguish the level of emotional intelligence. .

But generally speaking, couples are more or less concerned about each other's ex-boyfriend/girlfriend, right?

Although he and Arthur are not in this relationship at all.

But Igor didn't mind at all and let God down...

If Hugo could probe Azathoth's inner thoughts, he would blurt out: Why are you so troublesome?

There is no way, the old god who used to live alone has always had a bigger brain than other gods.

"Please rest assured." The human said meekly, "I will not hinder you in this regard."

What hinders?which aspect?

The radar in Azathoth's brain suddenly rang.

"Even if you have other favored ones, or are interested in them, to me now it's just..."

"That won't happen." Azathoth interrupted him decisively, but he felt a little guilty when he thought of Arthur, "at least during the period after you were born and towards your death, there will be no second A loved one."

Igor pressed his hat and turned to look at him, with a smile on his face: "That's really great, and it also avoids the situation where I have to compete with innocent strangers. As for Arthur, he doesn't As a stranger, I have been hostile to him for a long time, I hope you will not mind the inevitable war between me and him."

Azathoth blinked: "Of course I don't mind, because I want to beat him too."

He belatedly asked: "What if there is a second favored one?"

There was a bit of half-truth and half-fake distress on the young man's face: "Assassination is against morality, sir, I'm afraid it's more appropriate to fight openly and aboveboard. I didn't mean to hinder you, but sometimes it's a biological thing to show your lover that you are better than your peers." instinctive reaction."

"Oh." Azathoth replied flatly, without seeing anything wrong, "Then I'm afraid you will never have such a chance in your life."

On the way home, he took the initiative to buy two marshmallows with (Igor’s) wallet, and one person and one spirit chatted slowly under the shade of the trees facing the warm sun, and returned to the mansion under the shade of green trees .

**

Nixon Evelyn: Am I a Tool Man? !

**

Erika might need Azathoth to come out with a book called "How to Learn from the Gods to Play Stupid with Confidence", or Igor to write something like "Calm the Situation and Trick Your Friend/Lover" And Beat Your Opponents" article.

It is a pity that the little girl has not obtained the true biography of these two great figures so far.

So when she climbed through the window and climbed into Annie's ward, the two of them stared at each other silently for a long time without speaking.

After a while, Annie felt that Erica's posture of sitting on the balcony with one leg was a bit uncomfortable, so she silently took two steps back to make way for the road.

Erica glanced at the ward and placed a metal thermal box on Annie's bedside table.

"What is this?" Annie looked at the insulated box calmly, and asked in a cold tone.

Now she looks like the girl Alpha who was alone holding a book when Erica started school, with a haughty demeanor and not to be trifled with.

"It's a snack made by Marshal Sullivan." Erica looked at Anne with green eyes without blinking, "How is your recovery?"

"It's nothing, I just got a little frightened." Annie replied dryly before realizing what Erica had just done. "Marshal Sullivan?! Did you make a snack?"

"Yeah. Igor's workmanship is really good. I remember you liked him very much..." Erica paused when she said this, remembering that it was a few weeks ago, when they were chatting, Annie accidentally revealed It tells that when she grew up listening to Igor's legendary stories, she actually yearned for and yearned for the other party's brilliant record and strength.Later, Annie cautiously told that this sentence should not be said outside, and others can express their opinions at will, but Annie's special status is the least likely to be "politically incorrect".

As a result, the girl who worshiped the former federal marshal two days ago, and the current wanted criminal and the favored person of the evil god met unexpectedly for the first time on such an inopportune occasion.

I don't know if Anne will leave a bad impression on Igor because of this.

Erica felt uneasy again.

Annie stared at the thermos box on the bedside table as if there was a bomb stuffed in it.

"Marshal Sullivan...good craftsmanship... dim sum?" She repeated these words dreamily, and a suspicious blush suddenly appeared on her cheeks.

Half a minute later, Annie suddenly shook her head and realized: "How did you come here! Didn't you and your family stop you?"

"I wanted to come here myself." Erica whispered, "No matter what you think now, I want to tell you what I concealed before."

She didn't miss Anne's hesitation, picked up the still warm snack and stuffed it to the other party, and took a bite herself: "This is freshly baked, and it is the favorite flavor of God."

Erica's tone was so calm that Anne was so shocked that her mind went blank.

After a while, the red-haired girl said weakly: "Our His Majesty the Pope never needs to cook for the supreme being...I mean, the one we believe in."

"Maybe he doesn't need to eat." Erica showed a shy smile, "My lord doesn't need it, but I think he is happy to spend time with Igor in the kitchen."

As she talked, she remembered something: "By the way, maybe the butter on the cookie you ate was wiped on by God himself."

Annie's chewing motion froze.

She looked at Erica deeply, deeply, full of probing into the innermost thoughts of the brown-haired green-eyed girl—if I eat this biscuit, will I die here in a miserable way?The butter actually hides the evil god's curse, right? !This wonderful, mellow taste, just the right amount of sweetness, and even the bit of chocolate sandwiched in the cookies, is it a trap that lures people astray?

After all, is there something wrong with you evil gods and your favored ones! !

"Annie? Annie! You're choking. Do you want a drink? I'm sorry I shouldn't be talking while I'm eating!"

Erica hurriedly handed over a thermos, and Annie took a sip subconsciously, first showing a satisfied expression for the power of the food, and then abruptly raised the pink cup that Erica handed to her.

"what is this?"

"Ordinary water that was once heated to boiling point?" Erica replied blankly.

Anne breathed a long sigh of relief.

Their conversation came to an abrupt end.

"I'm sorry," Erica said as the moon was at its zenith.

She carefully explained the origin of the incident and what can be said today.

Finally, the brunette girl under the moonlight added, "I'm really sorry about Viscount Joyce."

Annie opened her mouth.

Reason told her that this matter had nothing to do with Erica, and she couldn't even blame Marshal Sullivan and the evil god.

After all, Shirley Joyce is the woman who committed the crime, the kidnapper, the liar without morals and compassion, the executioner without conscience and acquiescence to crime.

Even detonating the bomb on her body in the end can be seen as her choice to abandon herself after being stripped of all her hypocrisy.

That tall woman with snow-like beautiful white hair and face, who always likes to wear retro long skirts and high military boots, occasionally appeared in Anne's dreams like the peaceful and quiet moonlight in front of her eyes, but never appeared again. before her eyes.

Anne could also suggest to herself that Erica was the liar, that she was the one who made it all up and tried to trick her.

A part of her oozing emotion urged her not to hesitate to confirm this light hearted thought.

As long as all the mistakes are pushed to the hostile party, won't all the entanglements and sorrows be solved?

You just ignore those doubts, stop your brain, cut off unnecessary conscience, and lose a dispensable friend.

Isn't it a very simple thing?

"...That's not your fault." She heard herself squeeze out the words with difficulty.

That's not the evil god's fault either.

But Annie couldn't say it, she could only spurn her own despicableness and weakness.