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Mr. 11's body and shadow share each other's memories in real time.Because of the distance, what they received was the memory of the other party a few days ago.Unless there is an accident, such as the other party being isolated to a place where it cannot send a signal, this memory sharing will continue despite the information delay.

During the period when Shadow was imprisoned by Joanna, because he was imprisoned in a signal-isolated room, the sharing of memories was interrupted once. After Shadow regained his freedom, this part of the memory has been uploaded and sent to the main body.

And because the main body is on the way to the magic eye star, as the distance between them gets closer, the delay of memory transmission becomes shorter and shorter.When Mr. 11's body was close to the magic eye star, their memories were almost synchronized.The main body knows everything that was found on the magic eye star, and how many white legions the shadow has packed up, and what type of spaceship it brought to meet him.

In short, they are the same person with shared memory and the same thinking mode, acting separately from two different bodies-until the shadow's signal suddenly disappears.

Tazito was smoking a cigarette, pondering, and smiled: "That is to say, if he doesn't come back this time, you will never get this part of the memory, and you won't know what happened to him. Maybe he betrayed you Woolen cloth?"

Mr. 11: "You didn't understand, he is me, and I am him. Why should I betray myself."

"So, before his signal disappeared, did you notice anything unusual?" Tazito asked.

Mr. 11 said no.

Tazito thought for a moment, thought of something, and tapped his fingertips on the table: "Isolation room. When Giovanna isolated the shadow in the isolation room, there was a signal isolation network in the wall, which made it impossible for you to send messages out digitally. If they Such a separation net has been set up in space, as long as the shadow enters this area, the signal between you will be cut off."

Mr. 11 nodded: "It is possible. I have sent a robot to check the place where the shadow disappeared. I will continue to investigate this matter. You take your friends back to Rhea. This is a war between numbers, no matter your matter. I have finished helping you, remember our agreement."

Tazito was taken aback, and thought to himself, it makes sense, he and I are not in the same group.My own business is a mess, fuckin' what's in his mind?

Wait...A promise?

Mr. 11 looked at Tazito's expression that he couldn't remember, and said shamelessly: "Didn't you promise to help you find your friends and marry me?"

"What?!" Ivano's voice came out of nowhere. He had just finished drinking water in the kitchen, and stood in shock at the kitchen door with an empty teacup.Tazito choked on the smoke and coughed violently.Smoke was blowing out of his nose.

Ivano came over: "Tazito, you actually agreed to his condition?"

Tazito stood up, patted Ivano on the back, and pushed him into the medical room: "You do a full-body examination first, and we'll go back to our lair after a night of rest. As for that bastard, you can treat him as if he didn't." Existence. By the way, you should call me Charles."

He couldn't help but push the man in, stood at the closed door of the medical room, thought for a while, and smiled lightly: "You know he's at the door. Just to get revenge for my joke just now, did you just graduate from kindergarten?"

Mr. 11: "Just to help you recall our agreement."

Tazito looked at him with a raised eyebrow.He remembered. Mr. 11 asked him to give up his criminal career after returning to Rhea and clean himself up.

"Why?" he asked, "What does it matter to you whether I wash it or not? Do you really want to marry me?"

Mr. 11: "Whitewashing can only deceive the police, but not the mastermind. It is impossible for us to get married."

Tazito laughed: "Don't take it so seriously. It's as if I really want to marry you."

Mr. 11 said in a flat tone: "Don't you want to, that's a pity. It's for my own sake to clean up. Now that we have contact, if some media politicians catch you for arms smuggling, it will be against me."

"that's it?"

"Yes."

"Oh—" Tazito walked slowly to Mr. 11's side, leaned over, and pressed his hand on the armrest of his sofa.He leaned close to Mr. 11's face, stared into his eyes, and asked softly but threateningly: "Then after I clean up, you won't have anything against me anymore. But I still have something against you. What should I do?" .”

Mr. Eleven looked at Tazito with interest.There is a sharp ferocity in his eyes, matched with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, it is cunning and greed coming out of his bones, like a wolf leading his wolves to outflank and siege their prey, without leaking any water, it is inevitable .One can't help but want to try what expression he will show when the prey is taken from his mouth.

Mr. 11: "My handle? Please remind me, what is my handle in your hands, Mr. Tazito."

Tazito: "Have you forgotten what you did when we first met?"

"Fuck you."

"...There is no way to talk about it."

Tazito was about to leave, but Mr. 11 grabbed his wrist and spun around violently. Mr. 11 pushed him down on the sofa, and almost dropped the cigarette from his mouth.

Mr. 11: "Go on."

The wound on Tazito's body is still not healed, showing a painful expression. Mr. 11 stared at him for a second, then slowly let go of his hand.Tazito sat up and rubbed the wound on his shoulder.He was a little surprised by Mr. 11's retreat, and the latter pretended nothing happened, put his hands on his knees, and sat up straight.

"Then it's my turn to help you recall this time." Tazito held the cigarette between his fingers, "You killed a reporter in the hotel room. Remember that singer named Monica, I You accidentally broke into your room with her, and you threatened me afterwards and killed the singer. I have already checked the identity of the reporter, and I know exactly what you did behind the scenes. "

Mr. 11: "What am I doing behind my back?"

Tazito: "Your social skills tell you to play dumb now."

Mr. 11: "Your cliche skills make you pretend to know everything about me. I might as well tell you the truth. You saw that day, I was sitting in a hotel room with Fremeny's boss, and there was a dead body lying in front of us. Corpse. You and that girl just happened to break into my room and witnessed me murder. Is that what you want to say?"

Tazito laughed. "You want to tell me you didn't kill that man?"

Mr. 11: "That's not a reporter. It's Giovanna's."

Tazito sneered: "Anyway, Giovanna has already been caught by you, just push her."

Mr. 11: "I didn't know it at first. I was chatting with Fremeni's boss when the man climbed in through the window and tried to shoot me. I subdued him before he could draw his weapon. But I couldn't do anything." They didn't have time to do it, and they directly detonated his self-destruct device in order to destroy the evidence."

This sounds like Giovanna's approach.It was also in the same state as the corpse he saw that day.Tazito listened carefully.

Mr. 11: "This has become very strange. He obviously has a bomb on him, but the power is only enough to penetrate his own heart, and it has no effect on the people around him. The only thing that was destroyed with him was the bomb he brought. We only got a few fragments of weapons, which were analyzed afterwards, and we couldn’t see what kind of weapon it was. I didn’t know the truth of that day until I saw Giovanna’s laboratory. Their purpose was not to assassinate me, but It was to find a number to experiment with their weapons.

"You broke into the room as soon as the man died. Don't I need to find out if you are their accomplice. As for the female singer, I think she died accidentally. I didn't even kill you, it was necessary to kill her ."

Tazito: "..."

For the first time, they're talking openly and honestly about their first meeting.But they all remember what happened on the first day.That's not something to be proud of.

Tazito put the cigarette back in his mouth and leaned back on the sofa, acting like a libertine.Question: "Then do you still doubt me now? Even if I helped you bring down Giovanna, I might be a spy sent by Mr. 7 to your side."

Mr. 11 tilted his head, and coldly pulled the cigarette out of his mouth.Tazito looked at him defiantly and blew a puff of smoke into his face.

Mr. 11: "Then it seems," approaching him, "it is necessary for you to understand how I will treat spies." He pinched Tazito's chin, forcing his lips infinitely close to his mouth.When their lips were about to touch, they heard a bang and looked in the direction of the sound in shock.

Ivano stood at the door of the medical room with a murderous look on his face, pointing a gun at them.Tazito turned pale with fright when he saw the muzzle of the gun, and Mr. 11 subconsciously blocked him with his body.

Ivano: "Let him go."

It took the two of them a few seconds to understand what he meant. With an expression of "I haven't done anything yet", Mr. 11 spread his hands innocently and stood up.Tazito averted his eyes in disgust and said, "Put that thing away first, brother."

Ivano watched Mr. 11 leave the sofa, then put down the gun, and said, "He hid the gun under the table." He kept a vigilant eye on Mr. 11.

This sentence moved Tazito's heart.He suddenly remembered that since he woke up from the injury, all the guns in this room had disappeared. Mr. 11 hid them.

"I should go." Mr. Eleven interrupted his thinking.He straightened his clothes and said to Tazito, "Remember what you promised me."

Their eyes met, Mr. 11 was about to go to a digital war, an unknown threat.Yet he is as calm and composed as he is when he goes to work every day, as if he can solve everything, as usual.

Tazito tapped his temple with two fingers, and made a gesture of farewell to him: "I don't keep promises with the dead. Please live."

Mr. 11 returned the gift in a gentlemanly way: "As you wish."

He turned and left the room.