[Tomorrow's Ark] Escape from this stranded world, Doctor

Eye of the Priestess system.

Connection of death.

Amiya's black crown.

Inheritance of death.

Froststar's Spicy Candy.

Promise of death.

Look no further!

you have lost too much...

- forgotten memory

"""

On a sunny day, the doctor was playing video games in the office.

How is it possible, Amiya will kill me!

so?

Well, instead of playing video games, the doctor is making porridge on the phone.

Right this time, but the words used make people feel...why do you feel a little bit annoyed?

Eye of the Priestess: Huh.

Forget it, it's probably an illusion.

"Gide, Gide, what do you want me to say about you?" The doctor turned around on the office chair, talking on the phone in a helpless tone.

"That man... is obviously cheating you! Look, he couldn't beat the British side [Clock Tower Attendant], and he was kicked out of the country in embarrassment like a drowning dog, right?"

"No, although the facts are true, although I am also responsible for this matter, but—" The man who communicated with the doctor, his voice mixed with the dull noise of the freighter, was about to explain something.

"Wait, you don't want to say: 'That's the kind of sleep that the bell tower servants can't give us, what we want'?" The doctor seemed to have anticipated what the iron baby opposite would say.

Relying on the fact that the other party couldn't see, he rolled his eyes very impolitely.

[Good boy, don't learn. 】

"That's because they couldn't give me the sleep I want—" The explanation that Andre Gide said now was basically the same as the doctor's inference, and finally stopped dryly.

But in order to protect the only fig leaf left for him, the other end of the phone still insisted on defending: "Anyway... you didn't want to escape!"

"Ah~~~~ I knew it! A man's face, hehe."

The doctor made a strange sound, mocking that rare and clumsy mouth.He unpacked a bag of coffee beans and poured all of them into the grinding tool on his right.

In this way, the doctor worked while talking on the phone, and started the same daily routine of cultivating immortals as before.

"If you think about it this way, it's still very strange. Who sold this news to you? It's so kind that it's extremely suspicious..."

From this point of view, after the doctor's painstaking persuasion failed, the person who spoke to him had no choice but to retreat tactically after losing the battle.

——Maybe this is the case?

His eyes focused on the front of the caller. The white-haired and brown-skinned male leader in front of him was named Andre Gide.Now he and his subordinates are hiding in the cabin of the transport cruise ship, preparing to smuggle overnight and leave the UK.

Who would have thought that such a desolate unit hiding in Tibet was actually called [Mimic] by the outside world-the legendary French defector organization.

And his subordinates were eavesdropping on the conversation between the leader and the commander in the secret channel.

commander?

Yes, this unknown commander joined Mimic earlier last year.Although the soldiers only spent a little over a year with their commanders.But the exquisite actual calculations on the battlefield and the timing of issuing orders still amazed them time and time again, and they were finally convinced.

Not to mention, the commander occasionally listens to the pain in their hearts and provides them with some simple psychological counseling.Therefore, after the failure of the death battle this time, the soldiers eagerly hoped that they could hear the advice from that person again.

This can also bring a rare sense of stability to their remaining hearts.

"It was an intelligence organization called [Rats of the Dead House] who provided the information to us. It has been traded many times before, so there should be no problem."

Gide said nonchalantly: "What we are looking forward to is to seek a deathmatch that transcends life. The Rat of the House of Death gives us the opponent's information, and we go to the other party to fight, which is very fair."

"Don't insult the word fairness, okay? You are quite proud of spending money to do things for others... I can't bear it." The doctor complained, curled his fingers thoughtfully, and tapped on the table.

"Although I promised at the beginning that I will only be in charge of the battlefield command of your organization, and I should not interfere too much in other matters--but I still have to say that there is a problem with this matter. The rat of the dead house... I want to borrow your hands Test who?"

The doctor tried to guide the other party to think through language.

"[The Clocktower Attendants] is a face-like group of supernatural beings in the UK. You barged in like this, but they didn't kill you?"

"Excluding the excuse of 'this will only dirty the ladies' gloves', the British government is willing to let you go, and it is on you. What do you expect?"

"Commander, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter even if they are used, at least they brought me closer to the goal, unlike someone who promised to fulfill my wish, but the result has not been fulfilled until now." In the words of the leader of Mimic , with a little girlish resentment.

The doctor immediately understood what the other party meant.

"No, no, no, Rhodes Island prohibits infighting! Operators can learn from each other, joking and fighting, but life-and-death duels are not allowed! I'm afraid you've eaten too much cephalosporin, and you're thinking about peaches!"

"Besides, back then you and your subordinates lost to the mud rock team openly, and even signed the contract of sale from Rhodes Island, and now you want to run?"

"What are you thinking, you are going to work for me until you die!" The doctor slammed the table on the other end of the phone.

Andre Gide, he silently moved the communication device away from his ear.

"Hey, that's a digression. But now, your course of action has changed. Who did you get and what kind of information did you get?" The doctor, who brought up the old story again, returned to business.

"...Actually, it's the information I received recently. In Yokohama, the eastern country, it said that there are supernatural beings who can realize my ideals." Gide said vaguely.

"So, I plan to visit Yokohama."

"Huh??? You unfilial son—how much money did you spend to buy these junk news! Is this why I paid you for this?"

The doctor yelled at the other end: "It's okay to count the money for others after being sold! When you spend money, you don't ask me first!"

Well, the guy is still mad.

And Commander...why are you acting like a bitch, you still want to take care of my salary?

Andre Gide thought inopportunely that if he still had a future, it would be better if he didn't get married. Look at those single nobles, how happy they are smiling.

[Are you referring to the hearty smile of a single dog? 】

"Hey, did you hear that? If you want to find information, just ask Xing Ji of the intelligence department, and Yuanshan officer. For the sake of colleagues, I can give you a discount for the information."

[Although it fell into my hands, I just want to break your bones. 】

The doctor suppressed the dark thoughts in his heart, and said in a nagging voice: "You didn't miss the Rhodes Island employee handbook I sent you back then, did you? No, Operator Gide?"

"Looked at it (perfunctory). But Commander, now that we are a technological society, relying on [divination] and [stargazing] to obtain relevant information, isn't it a bit too backward..." The man saw that the situation was not good, and immediately shifted off topic, hinted very (not) euphemistically.

[That's right, I don't think it's very reliable. 】

"Then you are asking questions knowingly, and the crime will be aggravated." After hearing this, the doctor decisively issued a sentence.

"Your boss's intelligence business is not flattering, and he went outside to find those dirty little vixens! Deduct money, you must deduct money. Gide, half of your salary for this month will be deducted first."

"what--"

Andre Gide wanted to protest something more, but the call was hung up by the other party.

Now I can only wait.

always waiting.

How long will this wait last?

After exporting this question.

I couldn't help frowning.

After waiting.

Where should we go from here?

——André Gide, "Bread on Earth"

"""

Inside the cargo hold of the cruise ship.

The leader stared bitterly at the communicator that was hung up, and then kicked the subordinate next to him who was staggering with laughter.

"Go, go, why are you laughing!"

He scolded angrily: "You boy, do you know that this is a wiretapping secret? You are still laughing, your skin is itchy? Be careful, I will jump you with one shot."

The communicator in his hand happened to ring again at this time, and the male leader quickly connected.

"I just forgot to say that I am in Yokohama right now." The doctor's indifferent voice came from the other end of the communication.

"So, Mimic's operation is fully under my command."

"Wait, this should be considered my private action, Commander, you have no right to intervene—" Andre Gide hastily protested.

"I have no right to intervene? Let your fucking fart!" The doctor's anger was suppressed, and he swears immediately.

"Who the hell didn't listen to the persuasion, ran to other people's territory, and was smacked in the face!"

"Um..."

"Who escaped after a lot of hardships! Do you think it's your domineering side leaking, and your bravery and bravery! It's my command that is tight!"

"what..."

"Gide, don't you think that the British border is so easy to leave? It was the bell tower attendants who let you go on purpose!"

"Well..."

"Also, do you think the border of the Eastern Kingdom is so easy to enter? That's what the port mafia let you in on purpose!"

"This..."

"It's not the last one of them who wants to get the collision data of the supernatural singularity, and the other wants to get the supernatural opening license!"

"Wait..."

"You're just an aunt's prop! So let's be a little self-aware, okay? After all, you guys are really iron-headed babies holding hands and riding on a rocket—the heads of iron heads go up to the sky!"

"I..."

The doctor who turned into a irascible brother shouted: "It's too embarrassing! I don't even want to admit that I was a commander in such a stupid organization!"

"you..."

"I raised a dog to type on the keyboard, and the original plans I typed out were better than yours. Do you know why? Because dogs are smarter than you, at least dogs can use their brains!"

The doctor opened his collar to disperse the fire, calmed down and said, "Okay, what do you want to say, operator?"

André Gide: "Abba aba."

[Stop scolding, stop scolding, the child will be scolded stupid.jpg]

"Look, you've been hiding until the end, and you still brought a little tail of a clock tower attendant." The doctor sneered.

"My God! If you don't understand the situation, you can be executed in the name of traitors now, thank you for my previous information."

[The Rhodes Island intelligence station hides merit and fame. 】

Gide's naked brown skin, so the news provoked a creepy pimple: "How could... the outposts show that we have not been followed along the way!"

"That's because of the other party's superpowers. You don't have anti-reconnaissance superpowers, so naturally you can't detect it."

The doctor called up a set of data for comparison, and took the time to explain: "Fortunately, the scope of the other party's work is only to collect singularity data. They are not interested in investigating your contacts, contacts, or listening to all related conversations."

"Otherwise, I can only give up on you immediately."

"...We are not, we have not experienced being framed." The man whispered unwillingly.

"Hmm~" the doctor raised his voice and asked knowingly, "Why, do you have any questions?"

André Gide was silent.

Both ends of the call were quiet for a while, leaving only the shallowest breathing sound, transmitted through the connection of the signal.

The man clenched his palm tightly and asked dryly, "Can I trust you?"

"The commander of Mimic, the doctor of Rhodes Island, the user of the unknown face—how can you guarantee that you are no different from them?"

There was laughter from the other end, softly.

"That's so true, Mimic's leader. How many battles have I commanded you in the past two years?"

André Gide closed his eyes and calculated silently.

"Not counting several small-scale collisions that have been in continuous contact within a day, add up... there are probably more than 325 in total."

The doctor then asked: "Follow my order, how many brothers have you sacrificed?"

Only then did the man realize it, and he softened his tone a bit: "No, not a single one. It's because of old Tom's own problems, and I don't blame you, Doctor."

"Basically, there is a firepower battle every two days. The team is always stunned by false information. Take the lead to charge for others, right?"

The doctor deliberately asked: "It's hard work, isn't it?"

André Gide didn't notice the sarcasm, and replied honestly: "...Fortunately, I got through it."

Gee.

The doctor's displeased drawl: "I mean, I command very—hardly."

"Ahem, thank you for your hard work, Commander." The man quickly added comfort.

"That's about the same, show more respect to your commander, OK?"

The doctor emphasized with satisfaction: "Remember, I will only tell you this once. The difference between me and them is..."

Andre Gide nodded again and again: "Yeah."

"What you signed with Rhode Island is a guaranteed labor contract. What you reached with the little vixen is a verbal contract, a blank check. The verbal contract has no legal effect, but the labor contract will protect you."

"...that's it?"

The doctor answered him: "That's it, a pharmaceutical company that is honest and abides by the contract will not violate the contract."

Andre Gide relaxed after hearing such a ridiculous but serious reason.

Leaning against the cargo box in the dark, he solemnly explained to the communicator: "I can trust you, right? The lives of me and my subordinates... are in your hands."

"--PhD."

"Oh, it should have been like this a long time ago." The doctor's tone was always so stable, "Okay, I will be responsible for the rest of the itinerary. Please tell me, the contact person who met you in Yokohama, the operator."

The man was a little embarrassed: "I'm afraid it will be difficult, we are all connected by code names and passwords..."

Doctor (sigh): "Do you remember the appearance of the other party when we first met, and the time of each contact? I have a suspect here."

In communication...

"Okay, I got it. I'll check the entry-exit list at that time—by the way, don't even think about dealing with the little tail that follows. It's much faster for them to escape than you guys."

After thinking about it, the doctor said: "Let him record all the data of the Mimic leader, the supernatural singularity collision before the duel, and don't startle the snake."

Andre Gide was almost dumb, and asked in surprise: "Doctor, are you serious, let me die?"

A threatening smile spread across the doctor's face.

"Operator, what do you say~"

Although the man couldn't see the expression on the other side, he still chose to obey the alarm sounded in his heart, and said honestly: "Everything is under your command."

"Be honest, that's it." The doctor hit the last enter key.

"According to the exit records of people shown two years ago, plus the information you described, such as height, fat, and thinness, there are indeed several candidates who meet the target."

"They are Ango Sakaguchi, Tomoyuki Antan (deceased), and Tozumi Hara."

"I have sent the picture to your communicator in the form of a briefing. Please take a good look and see who is your contact person."

"As the first stop of contact with you, he was absorbed by you, and he is also a spy who has not been executed by the organization for two years. There must be something special about him."

"Ango Sakaguchi, it's this man. He was the one who contacted us at the beginning." Andre Gide quickly confirmed the contact person.

"Ango Sakaguchi? So it's him... It's difficult, he is a person with supernatural powers, and there seems to be traces of other forces behind him, so he is not very active for the time being."

The doctor intercepted part of the secret data again and transmitted it over.

"By the way, you should already know this news, right? His supernatural ability "Degenerate Theory". "

André Gide was silent.In fact, he has been speechless many times today.

"Read the memory left on the item—hmm, you probably don't have much privacy in the past two years, all the information is like a rotten barrel with the bottom leaking out~"

The doctor didn't get angry again, because if he got angry over this stupid man again, he would be an idiot!He couldn't lift his spirits and asked: "Here is a question, how many times have you been in contact with each other in reality?"

"Just the one time two years ago, I kept in touch with you through text messages and passwords...Aren't you angry?" Andre Gide asked cautiously after feeling guilty.

"Is it useful to be angry... By the way, remember to get off the boat and change your clothes later, and dispose of the communicator too! Don't give him a chance to read it, that's it—"

The subordinate who was still eavesdropping was anxious. He didn't care about being slapped on the head by the leader a few times, grabbed the communicator and interjected: "Then, how can we contact you again?"

"Jerome?"

As soon as the doctor heard the voice, he knew which boy he had commanded.He kindly reminded: "So you are by the side, be careful not to be beaten by Gide."

"Already, I was beaten—" Jerome was beaten hard a few times, and asked inarticulately, "You won't abandon us, will you?"

"No." The doctor assured him.

"Or do you want to hear another explanation? You still have a high value of use. I won't give up on you easily. Will this make you feel at ease?"

"We all believe in you, Commander! You have led us to break through so many battlefields, if we don't believe in you, who else can we trust!"

Jerome clutched the communicator tightly and refused to let go. "Boss, I'll just say one more thing!"

"Jerome, from now on...I'm afraid you and your leader will call me doctor." The doctor revealed his next arrangement with a smile.

"Doctor? Or Commander? I don't care, as long as it's you, everyone can do what you say!" Jerome didn't care about the title.

The communicator finally returned to Gide's hands.

"Cough! The subordinates are really disobedient." Andre Gide said arbitrarily in order to cover up something: "We must set some rules for them later."

"What you have experienced together is irreplaceable. They are all your brothers and sisters." The doctor excused Jerome.

"Although everyone seems to listen to me, the leader you trust the most is you. This time too, they didn't ask anything, so they left with you, right?"

"I know...so, I hope to help them relieve their pain in this world." Andre Gide said, with a tired shadow lingering between his brows.

"Well, maybe there is a better way? But the choice is in your hands, I won't make a decision for you abruptly, that would be too arrogant."

The doctor understands that because of the tragic past of these soldiers, their future has become a dead end.And this is by no means something that can be easily decided.

"Let it all begin with our meeting, Gide."

"Well, I'm looking forward to our first meeting. See you in Yokohama, doctor."

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