What's wrong with the doctor is so annoying

After learning that the last three passengers on the train were Julian, Su Lante and Didi Si, on the one hand, he was very happy to meet them again, but on the other hand, he was very troubled by the scourge in his room—Garon completely Can't go out!I don't want to wake up one morning and find him dead with dozens of knives on the bed. It would be impossible to wash him off by jumping into the Lushan waterfall.

After the tragedy of Garen almost fainting from hunger in the room, I ran to ask the flight attendant if I could bring three meals back to the room to enjoy.They were also a little bit embarrassed at the beginning, but this is not the era half a century ago, and those who can get on this train may not be nobles, not to mention so many red tapes, and who would have trouble with customers' demands?

"I said, can you practice some rules when you eat? It's not that there are no tableware, so you have to grab it with your hands?" I frowned and looked at Garen lying on the bed while flipping through a small notebook in his hand, and stretched out his hand from the bedside table. Picking up an exquisite egg tart from the tray and stuffing it into his mouth, the chewing sound was crunchy, and the food residues were scattered everywhere, so he couldn't help raising his voice, "If I find cockroaches in the corners of the room, I will send You throw it out the window!"

Garen glanced at me: "Don't the flight attendants come to clean it once a day, why are you bothering?"

"I have some unfortunate news for you. I have already told the flight attendant not to clean our room." I looked coldly at Garen's stiff expression, "I repeat, the entire train is now yours." Enemy, even if you turn into ashes, they will recognize this face, so you can't go out, and you can only clean up the hygiene by yourself. I won't help you. If the mess in the room exceeds my tolerance To a certain extent, you know the consequences."

Garen closed the small book with a look of displeasure and glared at me, then got up and tidied up his bed, which was as messy as a doghouse.

I unceremoniously returned a middle finger to him.

Along the way, we don't know how many times we have fought tit for tat like this, and basically every time it ended in Garen's defeat.He is so skinny, and his brain is still very clever. After jumping across my bottom line several times, I knew that it was too easy for me to kill him, and he was the kind that evaporated without leaving any traces. Come on, Holmes There is nowhere to avenge.

And I don't have the slightest sympathy for this guy. In other words, I'm happy to enjoy the way Garen is so angry that he can't do anything about me. Who told you to mess around a little bit before, and report it now?deserve it.

But blame him, blame him, I'm not a devil after all, I still have to speak the truth.

Open the storage space to find the Polaroid camera that accompanied the whole trip. Seeing this thing immediately brought my thoughts back to my childhood. At that time, various small vendors could be seen everywhere in many scenic spots. Gege’s clothes cost more than 20 yuan and [-] yuan to take a beautiful photo. Many times, adults don’t want to take it, but they can’t hold back the children, so they obediently take out their pockets in the end.Nowadays, in this era when digital photography technology is not yet mature, the "instant shooting and imaging" of Polaroid cameras has great advantages over film cameras that take time to develop. It is very suitable for taking out and taking pictures when traveling.

Picked out all the photos taken with other people on the train and put them on the table. While arranging the order, Garen suddenly poked his head out from the bathroom: "I just washed all the quilts, bed sheets, pillow covers, etc., but where to dry them?"

I looked up, and Garen was holding a wet and heavy unknown object that was still dripping in his hands, and it was about to wet the carpet - did this kid do it on purpose?Give me a problem again?

I snapped my fingers and directly evaporated the water vapor in the room with the speed of light in the small universe. I rolled my eyes at Garen angrily: "Make the bed, and then we should get down to business."

Garen threw the things in his hand on the bed, opened them and looked at them for a long time, with a look of disbelief on his face: "How did you do it?"

"It's not important, just treat me as having superpowers." I lined up the last photo, tapping my knuckles on the table, "Hurry up, my patience is limited."

Garen was still muttering something, but he obediently leaned over and pulled out the chair and sat down. He stared at the photos on the table with great interest. I pointed them to him one by one and briefly described them in the simplest language. The identities of these people, and then focus on describing how you cheated them and tossed the entire fairy palace and sea world. The original intention is to hope this guy understands the seriousness of the matter, and don’t go out and run around in a rebellious mentality. It would be too easy for the people in the carriage to join forces to kill him, and it would be very annoying to involve Lao Tzu.

But the actual effect... all the way to the Himalayas.

Jia Long played with the group photo of Sisters Xiluda: "According to what you said, that place is so poor that there is nothing but ice and snow. Why did this group of ancient remnants stay in that place for thousands of years without moving their nests? How many times? It's really pitiful that such a poor miracle can make these people give up their hearts."

I really want to pay him back by saying that the displacement of the people of Asgard is not all your fault, but Garen is right. In this era when the worship of theocracy is basically lost, he will dedicate his whole life to the illusory legends and the manifestation of the gods. It can no longer be called piety, it is more like a burnt out brain without medicine.

"Although you have lost all your memories of the past 28 years, this point has not changed. No matter what, you refuse to agree with the so-called gods." I dug out Julian's photo, "I don't have a good impression of gods, at least Bo Seidon didn't—he once got angry because you tried to use his authority to rule the sea, and then threw you to the North Atlantic Palace to warn me not to disobey him, and the whole pool of blood flowed. It went on like this for a week."

Garen's expression suddenly became strange: "...So you saved me?"

"The death of the rabbit and the fox are caused by sadness. In the eyes of Poseidon, what is the difference between us?" I brushed my fingertips lightly across Surant's face, "Other sea generals probably think the same way, so Poseidon When Dong used the same method to warn them, they all came to me for help, because only I can heal your injury at that time."

"I think they just don't want to see me die in front of their own eyes, so that they don't have to pay a debt of conscience." Garen's tone was lightly mocking.

I glanced at him: "You are right, and I still think so. Your life and death are not important to me, but it is extremely important to a certain person, and this person is extremely important to the Sanctuary, so On balance, you were not executed on the spot by the sanctuary five years ago, but were deprived of everything and kicked out to fend for yourself."

Garen snorted coldly: "So I still have to kowtow to thank that 'Sanctuary' for being so kind?"

"To be precise, it's Athena's special grace. There are only a few people in the entire sanctuary who know you exist, and they have a huge disagreement when discussing how to deal with you." Speaking of this, I think of Aiolos' attitude , subconsciously fell silent for a moment, before speaking again, "I am the first victim of your subordinates, if I can participate in that trial meeting, they may take my opinion into consideration to the greatest extent."

Garen raised his eyebrows: "So? What are you going to do with me?"

I closed my eyes wearily: "But then... I experienced another thing, which directly affects the future, and it is doomed that you will be forced to walk two steps with your twin brother from the very beginning... A very different path. So, be thankful that at least now I don't want to kill you so strongly."

Garen rolled his eyes: "My pleasure."

I reached out and folded the scattered photos and planned to put them away: "Don't want to ask about your brother?"

"Oh, I almost forgot if you didn't mention it." Gallon looked innocent, "Actually, I've met that person a few times before. His name is... Saga, is the pronunciation correct?"

I stopped, and met Garen with a blank expression, who was about to watch a show: "When did we meet? He told you directly that he is your twin brother? He also told you about the sanctuary." ?”

Garen couldn't see the shocked expression on my face as he wished, he was a little disappointed, and his tone became lazy: "I've seen you a few times in five years, but well... besides admitting that I'm his twin brother , I never mentioned anything else, I racked my brains to pry some information out of his mouth, but when I checked it later, I found that he was talking nonsense, and none of the names of places and people were right. I'm not interested in him at all."

I was too lazy to say anything, and put all the photos in my pocket: "So, you don't believe what I say?"

Garen opened his small notebook and jotted down a few lines, the handwriting was scratched like ghosts: "At least it can be read as an interesting story, and...you two are indeed the ones I met in the past five years, The only two people who know me, whether your story is true or not, is better than nothing."

I can only be silent.

Under the gloomy sea, in the depths of the North Atlantic Palace, the night Garen was brought back covered in blood, he fell from the bed in a coma. Didis was too frightened to enter the door because of his tragic appearance. I had no choice but to roll up my sleeves and put it on myself. When I walked over to him and leaned over to check, I found that his eyes were opened a crack, and the eyeballs were completely soaked in dark blue, without brilliance.I struggled to lift him up and move him to the bathroom, his head was against my neck, and the dried blood covered my whole body.

Then I heard Garen's weak murmur, because the voice was too low, I froze for a few seconds before I realized that he was saying Saga's name, and he was calling "brother".

This heartless bastard, when he was about to die, was finally willing to give in and call out brother.

Perhaps Saga wanted to take this opportunity to build up their already fragmented brotherhood from scratch. However, the punishment planted by the gods had already taken effect, and now Garen would only throw the things he regarded as treasures on the ground, and then dismissed them with disdain. Step on it.

But I faced all this with a cold eye, and felt no pity in my heart.

Later, Gallon fulfilled his promise and relayed what Odysseus said. It was a story about what happened after he encountered a water mirror more than 200 years ago. The era has nothing to do with it, and it has nothing to do with the two of us. Why did Odysseus deliberately turn a corner and ask Garen to tell me this?

I don't know if it's because Garen's understanding of many saints has been biased after he lost his memory, or because he is not very good at telling stories, so the information I received is actually very scattered, with a hammer here and a stick here, If I hadn't experienced these things myself and read a lot of related records in the astrology building, I would probably suspect that this guy made up a bunch of nonsense to fool me.

But all of this is not important anymore, anyway, I have already made up my mind to part ways with Garen after getting off this train. The so-called exchange of information now seems ridiculously messy, no matter how I look at it, I have lost a lot!Sure enough, from the very beginning, he should have found a way to contact Odysseus directly. It's really crazy to go around such a big circle.

Although I didn't say it explicitly, Garen has already packed his luggage step by step with self-knowledge. During the rest of the journey, we didn't talk to each other again, tacitly pretending that the other party is air.

Others on the train once wondered why the passenger who shared the same compartment as me never showed up. I solemnly stated that he was a night owl and would only get up and move around in the middle of the night, and retreated before dawn, so there was no need to disturb him.

This lie is obviously not very good. "Murder on the Orient Express" is well-known, so whenever someone passes by my box, they can't help but take a second look. dead body, this carload of people don't even think about getting away...

But reality is not a novel, no matter how curious you are, no one will knock on the door after all.

Looking at the time, it was less than an hour before the train stopped. Didis took me to the viewing car and chatted about many trivial things. She mentioned that she would continue to travel with Julian and Su Lante after getting off the car. It seems that there are still too many places to explore in the human world.

I exchanged contact information with her. Thanks to modern technology, as long as I know that the other party is safe, I can contact her at any time even if I am halfway across the world. Even the sadness of parting has been diluted a lot.

Before leaving, Didis took advantage of no one's attention, tiptoed and quickly kissed my cheek, and licked my lips when my brain was down, smiling like a cat that stole a fish: " I knew you were embarrassed, so I'll do it myself~"

I stood there blankly watching her trot away in high boots, and subconsciously twisted my thigh—oh, it must be a daydream, but it didn’t hurt at all...

Aiolos's small universe communication suddenly crashed into my brain: "Good afternoon, Linyu, just now your small universe was a little abnormal, what happened?"

I instantly realized what it means to "separate the eight petals of the forehead and pour out half a bucket of ice and snow water". After holding back for a long time, I didn't know how to reply. He hurriedly pulled out a bunch of messy reasons to block back, for fear that if he got excited, he would fly over wearing the Sagittarius Golden Saint Cloth, and tomorrow the world's major media would have it all edited on the front pages.

But in the next second, a sentence from the top of my head ruthlessly broke my fantasy.

"Linyu, look up."

I was dumbfounded as I watched the locked emergency escape window on the roof was easily opened from the outside, and then Aiolos came in through the escape window in a flexible posture that ordinary people could not understand, and simply flipped to the ground , I didn't make any sound at all.He stood up straight and patted the non-existent dust on his body and took a good look at me, then nodded in satisfaction: "Well, it seems that you are not lying."

I finally came to my senses, I was so angry that I couldn't speak loudly, so I had to gesture with gestures——are you sick? !

Aiolos coughed dryly: "Don't get excited, I won't be perverted enough to follow you all the way. The main reason for coming to Venice this time is to catch another guy who ran away from home without saying hello and go back to work overtime. I just sensed you My little universe is nearby, so I’ll just come and see you, as long as I’m fine, just pretend I’ve never been here before.” As he spoke, he jumped up and grabbed the escape ladder and rolled out, his movements flowing smoothly and smoothly.

As soon as Aiolos' front legs disappeared, the rear flight attendants politely urged me to get off the bus. On the surface, I tried to calm down, but in fact I was about to have a heart attack. I was sweating profusely until all the staff members in the car I breathed a sigh of relief when I walked down the stairs and onto the platform amidst the sound of politely seeing off the guests.

Hmm... I should be the last one to get off, right?I hope Garen can successfully escape from the eyes of a bunch of enemies.

But after walking a few steps outside, the crowd of tourists in front of me dispelled my worries. Unless a positioning device is installed on the body, getting in alone is like a drop of water falling into the sea, and there is nowhere to look for it.

As soon as my arm was cold, I lowered my head subconsciously, and the little golden snake emerged. With its head raised, it pointed me in a direction, as if signaling me to go there.I stretched out my hand to poke its scales: "Ah, I just need to find your master. Is he nearby?" The little golden snake shook its head, jumped off my arm, landed on the ground and headed in that direction quickly. Crawling away, I had to follow him all the way, turning all kinds of turns in this floating city, and went straight to a small pier. Now there is only a gondola parked there, and there is already a guest on it, wearing a suit He wore a black slim coat and a carnival mask on his face. He was quite tall when sitting, and his satin-like long silver hair fell softly to his side.

The staff who rented the gondola at the pier looked up at me, turned around and said something to the guest on the boat, and then came over and made a "please" gesture to me: "Sir, please enjoy this water well." The beauty of the city."

I got on the boat in a daze, and as soon as I sat firmly in the narrow seat, the boatman shook the slender single oar, and the gondola deftly shuttled through the waterways between the buildings under his control.

The guest on the opposite side raised his head and smiled at me, and took off the mask. The strange makeup complemented the complicated and magnificent patterns on the mask: "Long time no see, let me introduce myself formally. My real name is Asclepius. During my years in exile I have taken on countless identities and names, but my personal favorite is - Odysseus."

At the same time, on the other side of the city, in an inconspicuous and dark corner, a few habitual thieves who took advantage of the tourist season to earn a lot of money were rolling on the ground while clutching their wounded roots, excruciating pain. I can't even scream.

And the blue-haired young man who rewarded each of them with a record of amputating their children and grandchildren unceremoniously stripped all their belongings, and then threw all the looted clothes into the river with an extremely nasty smile on their faces. Let the water wash away, then stuff the wad of banknotes and coins into his arms, and walk away.

On the top of a residential building not far away, Saga silently watched what was happening in front of her, until she was patted on the shoulder by her friend: "Don't look, this person is living a much better life than you think, why bother in vain?" God hurt?"

Seeing that there was no response from the other party, Aiolos sighed: "I suggest you go back to the sanctuary with me as soon as possible. If Lord Shion knows that both of us have left our jobs and left our jobs to Athena, he will definitely You worked so hard to fly over from Mount Lu to blow up our dog's head."

Saga watched Garen's back completely disappear from sight, and finally she was willing to look back, and said softly: "Okay, let's go back."

The author has something to say:

How did Saga accurately locate the location of Garon who lost his small universe?

Of course it's by metaphysics · twin hearts