Social animals don't deserve love

Maybe I went to bed too early, I woke up before the sun appeared, and the timer on the bedside table showed that it was three o'clock in the morning.

It is true that the casino is open 24 hours and the night becomes more noisy, but the hotel always maintains a high-quality sleeping environment.No matter in the room or in the corridor, the rustling sound of stepping on the carpet made the night more lonely.It was too quiet, and a little sound would be amplified infinitely, so the faint sound of music coming from a distance caught my attention.

I found a shawl from the closet and draped it over my shoulders, and wandered down the hallway in house slippers—if only I could meet a random stranger and borrow a communication tool.

It's not that I haven't raised similar demands with Sigma, and he always misses and avoids talking about them.

This means making up my mind to put me under house arrest in the sky casino.

If you only look at the material level, here is definitely the leisure and refinement that I have not enjoyed in the past [-] years, but after all, human beings are not animals, and they are not species that can not think about anything when they are full of food and sleep.

The carpet under my feet was so thick and soft that my insteps could almost be submerged. I stepped on the large flower patterns, and I walked out of the corridor by touching the wall on the left, and turned along the wall.The walking floor lamps came on and off one by one as the footsteps advanced, and the sound of the stringed instruments gradually became clearer, deeper and more mellow than the violin, which sounded like the heavy sighs of people during church mass.

There is no need to guess who the person playing music here at this time might be. There is only one answer.

I stopped, the music stopped, and the door to the room in the "Maze Center" opened a crack, and the invitation couldn't have been more obvious.

Heh, open the door and go in?Do you think I'm a cannon fodder in a horror game!

He decisively turned around and changed the direction, and before he walked out of the corridor, he heard the innocent voice of a young man behind him: "Didn't you want to apologize? How can I apologize to you in person if I deliberately avoid it..."

"You can choose to find me in the dining room in a more dignified manner tomorrow morning." In the middle of the night, lonely men and widows, is that the right time to enter other people's rooms?Even if I am a close friend, I will never break into the territory of the opposite sex at this point in time, even if he looks like an anemic and weak baby, that's not okay.

"Hmm..." Dostoevsky sighed as if in compromise: "Okay."

After a while, a good Russian friend in pajamas and a cloak came out from behind the door: "Maybe the living room outside is a place where you can feel more secure. It is a good habit to be vigilant against the opposite sex and deserves respect."

Through the wide open wooden door, I saw that there was an extra cello in his room, which is probably where the music just now came from.

"I like classical music, how about you?" He almost trembled. This operation fascinated me - as long as the power is not turned on, the central air conditioner ensures that the temperature in the space we are in is always constant, 26 degrees, and normal humans should not feel cold.I remember it was said in a variety show that Russians are all tough breeds who dare to swim in winter at minus [-] degrees, so this one looks like a mutation!

Dostoevsky, who did not wait for a response, went to sit down in the public living room outside the corridor. This place was prepared for the guests to communicate freely. To him, it was just a small conversation. The house was moved to a larger room.

Seeing that the big Siberian hamster that can only bite just shrank itself into the sofa cushions, I had no choice but to sit on the rattan chair opposite him: "Apologize quickly, and then go back to the room to sleep."

"Well, well, I'm sorry, I apologize to you." He bit his thumb again, and his whole body curled up into a furry ball: "As for the etiquette, I don't think that making people's knees touch the ground intimately can represent sincerity. mind."

"...Do you think I'm some kind of crazy devil!" Putting the shawl on my shoulders together, I decided to break the vacant peace and test Dostoevsky's bottom line: "Why, you want to encourage those Someone broke into the Armed Detective Agency?"

"Instigation? I can't admit it." He stretched his beautiful fingers in front of him: "I just answered a question that I couldn't refuse. Whether it's thinking or conclusion, they are all independent. Even now I Tell Fubuki the location and passcode of Sky Casino's vault, and you won't do anything to steal, but some people will, so why don't you blame me for not choosing to protect myself when my life is threatened."

——God damn self-protection, Oscar owes you eighteen statuettes!

"It seems that I should wipe a tear of sympathy for your escape from the tiger's mouth?"

The fugitive criminal gang that was completely burned into coke probably couldn't agree with his conclusion. I raised my voice mockingly and hid the attack in my words: "No matter how humble and inferior, human beings are inherently a part of society. Members should be protected and respected by the law, not arbitrarily judged by another of the same kind."

"The precept of blame is the duty of a god? Fuuxue, do you believe in the existence of gods?" He almost laughed, the danger was covered by his smile, like a poisonous snake spewing out letters.I shook my head: "No, gods exist, but... guilt and precepts are not the responsibility of the gods, let alone you, but the responsibility of the law. Fyodor, you are trampling on an invisible, deep-seated The principles in people's hearts, what you trample on is yourself."

"People are not only sinful, but also extremely stupid. Someone must stand up and purify these sins... Shouldn't it be like this?" He put down his hands and crossed his fingers in front of him: "That's why I want to get the book."

The purpose is to get an item, and there is no need to hesitate about which method to use in the middle.It is naturally pleasant to be able to obtain it easily, but if you have to resort to violence...it is just a little trouble, and it will not have any impact on his decision.

"You are right. People are born with sins, and they are plagued by stupidity all their lives. They are troubled by mediocrity and mediocrity..." I tightened the shawl on my shoulders again, and completely hid myself in the egg-shaped rattan chair: "What's wrong with that? Only in this way can bright flowers emerge from a pile of dung..."

"You know?" The corners of Dostoevsky's mouth gradually pulled away.

You already know it, I know you are the seal of "Book".

"I know, so what? You know the same." If it wasn't for the poor force value, I would have wanted to beat him up.

You also know that I already know about this.

"..." The walking lights went out because no one was moving around, and the only light source outside the window also sank to the back. In the darkness, only the white fluff on Dostoevsky's cloak could be vaguely seen.He leaned forward, and Wei Liang held my wrist tightly: "I want to use that book to create a sinful... world without people with supernatural powers."

"My supernatural ability is the manipulation of space and consciousness... Seriously, I don't want to hurt Ma'am at all, even if it's just to make your skin blush." ​​In the dark space, I couldn't see his expression, I lowered my eyelids and smiled : "The book has immunity protection for the holder... Did the intelligence tell you about this? Unless I voluntarily, any external oppression can't make me open my mouth to reveal the secret. This is the "silence" of the 'Silent Man'. All supernatural powers are useless to me, you can give it a try."

—I bet he wouldn't dare try.

Dostoevsky’s words can’t be believed even if it’s just a pronunciation. From his self-proclaimed “God” attitude, it can be inferred that this person’s supernatural powers must be related to the “judgment”, and the deprivation of human life is the biggest “judgment”. Judgment", he can try the consequences of killing me here.

The huge passenger flow of the Sky Casino, and the urgency of the dignitaries to protect their rights are not forces that a single organization can contend with.As long as I die here, the "book" will randomly pick an ordinary person to hide again after a maximum of 5 minutes.Even the Nobel Prize winners could not complete and describe their worldview in 5 minutes, and of course Dostoevsky could not do it either.

——Pressed into a dead end of logic by the paradox thrown by her backhand...

Not doing it means that the so-called "manipulation of space and consciousness" is a lie, and he will turn from active to passive in the collision of thoughts.Doing it... [Crime and Punishment] will kill those who come into direct contact, and "seal" death will only make "Book" fall into the vast crowd again, and the gain outweighs the gain.

Interesting soul beyond beautiful skin, he really should have killed her in the first place, or dragged her into the House Rats outright.

How to make a lady depend on her wholeheartedly?Of course, it is to cut off all her retreats, isolate all her friends, and make her helpless, so that there is no need to do anything else, even if she wants to survive, she will take the initiative to come to her, and she can't be driven away.

It's a pity that all this encountered Waterloo on the lady in front of me.

Her talent is enough to support entering different fields to work smoothly, and her tolerance for loneliness is higher than expected...that can no longer be described as tolerance, or even enjoyment.Until now Dostoevsky had to admit that people who maintain independent personality and independent thinking ability are not within the scope of his "handling experience".

The hand that gripped the opponent's wrist moved upwards, forcing her to intertwine with his fingers: "As I said, I don't want to hurt you. Who would hurt a precious friend?"

He heard himself whitewashing the peace with his false voice, but it was really just saving the situation for the next confrontation.

There is not much time left for him, and Yokohama will respond soon, and must find a way to get Yada Fubuki to hand over the "book" before the Supernatural Secret Service Division gets the action permission.Or completely assimilate her into hypnosis, and make her do something that she has to fall to the rat of the dead house after waking up.

——It is equivalent to letting him "help" her break that rare independence.

Destroying the other person's personality is tantamount to killing her soul. Although he doesn't quite know why the previous hypnosis failed, but this method is especially insulting... He doesn't want to use it on her from the bottom of his heart.

It's just that I don't want to, it's not that I can't.