Live broadcast to save the United States

"..." Gogol silently looked at the hateful face of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko showing courteousness to Yoshio Fuchinoue in the live broadcast room, silently squeezed the wine bottle in his hand, his knuckles were bluish white, It was enough to show how restless his mood was at the moment.

The clown magician's side was already full of empty wine bottles, rolling all over the ground, and his appearance was not as clean and tidy as usual.

Dostoevsky opened the door of his friend's room, letting the strong smell of alcohol away from the door by the incoming wind, and at the same time turned on the light, illuminating the mess in the room.

Gogol sighed, wiped his face, and didn't look at his friend who was staring at him: "I know what you want to say, I'll clean up now..."

Dostoevsky laughed, and said slowly, "No, I'm sure you've misunderstood, because I just want to see what your bereaved dog looks like."

"That's too much, Fei Jia, we are good friends." Gogol's eyes sharpened. Although he hadn't tamed himself for a few days, his appearance was still handsome. A little bit of leisure and melancholy, people can't help but want to follow his back with their eyes, to explore the reason behind the loss.

"Aren't you blaming me? Because of what 'Gogol' did to Mr. Jiasheng in that weird live broadcast room? Because that 'Gogol' made Mr. Jiasheng untrustworthy and dependent on others? Fei Jia , I never knew that you are such a soft-hearted person who is easily trapped by love."

Gogol seems to have changed in the blink of an eye, he is still the mysterious and free-wheeling clown, even his best friends cannot make him succumb.

"Whether you are speaking to me or to yourself, you must know." Dostoevsky was unmoved, he gave Gogol a sympathetic look, then turned and prepared to leave : "After seeing your appearance, I don't need to say anything more. For the sake of friends, if you are sad, come to the living room to find me."

Gogol was stunned for a moment, his lips trembled, and he wanted to say some witty words to evade, but his throat, which used to be able to spit out undistinguishable lies in a single breath, seemed to be restrained by a heavy boulder at this moment, excluding some sighs. In addition, it is no longer possible to say a series of words.

Of course, Gogol understood the reason for Dostoyevsky's pity expression when he left, because the other party knew when he saw him at this moment that Gogol had already been deeply trapped in the quicksand of emotion. Extricate himself, he can no longer be free.

If Gogol/ was able to kill Yuan Shangjiasheng, there might still be a glimmer of life and a chance to realize his pursuit and gain complete freedom, but can Gogol be so determined to kill such a person a second time?

Even the 'Gogol' who was able to strike was shaken by Yuan Zhijiao in a short period of time to the point where he couldn't kill him, and even admitted that if it took a little longer, he would not be able to strike.

What about Gogol?Did he, like Dostoevsky, have gradually noticed the strangeness in the live broadcast room?Already know, that's what they've been through?

Gogol smiled wryly. He knew why Dostoyevsky came to remind himself. First, it was because they were good friends who grew up together, and second, it was because... when something like that happened After that, Jiasheng Yuan will never give Gogol a chance to approach him again.

Gogol didn't even dare to speak in the live broadcast room. He was afraid that Jiasheng Yuanzhi would realize that "if God was a clown" was himself, and he didn't even dare to think about Jiasheng Yuanzhi's reaction at that time.

He has already seen the appearance of Jiasheng Yuanzhi when he collapsed, and Gogol, who has not yet recalled the memory, feels pain in his heart, let alone the self who has completely recalled everything now?

Dostoevsky sat down in front of the computer desk placed in the living room of the base. Several computer screens were constantly popping up various confidential information. The mysterious organization hides very deeply, but Dostoevsky still found clues in the secret undercover documents of the Japanese public security and the US FBI.

Judging from the level of missions that special agencies in various countries send excellent undercover agents to that mysterious organization for lurking, one can judge how tricky and terrifying this mysterious organization is, but this is nothing to Dostoevsky. He touched the other party's tail, and it took him a while to figure out what the other party was researching.

"Hey, another group of boring people who dream of immortality."

Unlike the group of undercover agents who must find evidence and capital chains to completely destroy the organization, Dostoevsky's methods are not visible, but they are very effective. He directly confused the business of the mysterious organization and let them Desperate, if the mysterious organization wants to make another big move, it will only be caught by the group of undercover agents.

Not long after, Gogol came up behind Dostoyevsky. He had already tidied himself up, well-groomed and clean, as if he was not the one who was alone in the room without drinking: Are you looking for Mr. Jiasheng?"

When this strange live broadcast room appeared, Dostoevsky would naturally investigate Jiasheng Yuan, but the strange thing is that no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find any trace of Jiasheng Yuan.

Dostoevsky replied wearily: "Well, I'm hacking into the database of that mysterious organization to see where they have hidden Mr. Jiasheng."

Originally, this kind of organization that had nothing to do with his ideals, maybe Dostoevsky would only keep it in his heart, and would not spend so much time digging out the other party as if he wanted to find out the truth, but now the devil spends his time on this matter The time spent on the Internet has exceeded the dream I had originally embraced.

Gogol didn't remind him, he was already in such a mess, and Dostoevsky saw a lot of jokes, and he was happy to see his friend and himself deeply involved in it.

"Maybe there are people from that organization in the live broadcast room, maybe Mr. Jiasheng has been locked up." Gogol said with a smile, but his eyes were also fixed on the screens with scrolling text, as if this would be enough Find the people they couldn't find as soon as possible.

"Haven't you already noticed that the live broadcast room exists for us to help Mr. Jiasheng—although I don't know who the manipulator behind the scenes is, but both rational analysis and emotional intuition tell me that everything is true of."

"Things that have existed will not disappear, but are forgotten, waiting for an opportunity to be recalled again, and this live broadcast room is an opportunity."

"Everything hasn't happened yet, Mr. Jiasheng must still be sleeping somewhere, waiting for us to find him."

Dostoevsky's resolute words froze the mask-like smile on Gogol's face for a moment. He was silent for a while, and finally couldn't help but touched the mask on his cheek anxiously: "Fei Jia, do you think Mr. Jia Sheng in this timeline has those reincarnation memories?"

"I don't know." Dostoevsky said frankly, as if he had read the script, "I have to find Mr. Jiasheng to be sure."

Gogol pursed his lips. He didn't know whether he should hope that Mr. Jiasheng had memories or not. The person who made Yuan Shang Jia Sheng's heart beat, but Gogol's performance in the second reincarnation was really a reverse sprint. Obviously, only one hug and one kiss can completely embrace Jia Sheng Jun, but Gogol did it. Made the diametrically opposite move.

He wanted to be free, but he ruined his future self.

But if Mr. Jiasheng has no memory, in this way, he can have a second chance to restore Mr. Jiasheng, but Gogol will inevitably feel lost and regretful, because although the memory of supporting each other in the doomsday is bitter, it still brings with it With sweetness and warmth, the only person he doesn't want to remember is himself.

It would be great if Mr. Jiasheng only had the memory of the ruins of the nuclear war. Gogol didn’t need to do anything else, just find him, and then open his arms to hug him when Mr. Jiasheng needed it. He would never be like Like 'Gogol' in the second reincarnation, he made the same stupid mistake and hurt Jia Shengjun's heart.

The undercurrents of various forces are surging, the Supernatural Secret Service Division, the Armed Detective Agency, the Port Mafia, the five families in the magic world, and the Curse Master. They are all looking for a wine-red-haired boy. There is news on the dust, it is said that if someone can provide relevant information, they can get a reward of 100 million, and if they can find out where the person is, they will get a reward of 1000 million directly!

As the object of focus, the organization's business and research have stagnated a lot in a short period of time. Of course, Qinjiu also wanted to find Jiasheng Yuanzhi, but he used his authority as a senior cadre, but he didn't find out. For the traces of Jiasheng Yuanzhi, he even searched for the research institution under the name of the suspected organization, and even drew warnings from Rum and BOSS for this.

"You're overstepping the line, Gin—remember your own job, don't cross the line, don't pry into things that don't concern you."

Rum's warning didn't matter to Gin. Although they were at the same level, they were also thinking about how to bring each other down and grab more power.

But the warning from the BOSS was different. The reaction of the BOSS almost verified Gin Jiu's expectation. His heart sank, and he speculated that the still sleeping Yuanshang Jiasheng was most likely the heir of BOOS, and the current Yuan Shang Jiasheng may be in a place that only the BOSS knows about—maybe, the BOSS is also in that weird live broadcast room, so he learned the news and hid him in advance.

However, it is impossible for Qin Jiu to ask that gentleman. The boss of the organization has always been mysterious. If you get involved in it, you can't eat any good fruit.

"Huh...huh, it's really a complicated mystery." Qin Jiu flicked the half-burned smoke between his fingers, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The current situation is unclear, so it is better to collect more information and make plans.