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"Compressed food, concentrated juice, alternative protein powder..." Wen Luan looked around the shelves, very disappointed, "This store only has these? Not even delicious snacks?"

Beret arrogantly pointed at the candy jar stepping on his feet with his scepter.

"Oh, those are for children." Wen Luan replied casually. He had never tasted this kind of colorful candy balls when he was a child, and he was not interested in them when he grew up. It is very difficult and very difficult to go to the dentist in Meteorite Town. expensive.

The cleaning robot Seir rolled out of the storage room dragging the trash can and the vacuum cleaner. When it transformed into this for the first time, Beret was so angry that he crushed the scepter (it can be reassembled anyway), and kept chanting "shame" , I guess he wanted to put the shame of Raymond Gayton on Shier.

However, Your Excellency the Prime Minister finds the transformation of Seir very interesting.

"The evolutionary direction of the intelligent mecha's autonomous choice... always surprises people." Cyrus kept looking at the cleaning robot Seier, his eyes were as enthusiastic as if Seir was his bed partner.

Although there is no paper and pen at hand, and no recording equipment, Cyrus still unconsciously slides his fingers slowly on the counter wall—Beret knows that it is a symbol and formula, or an abbreviation of a key code, purely for control Unstoppable meaningless behavior.

"Hello." Wen Luan turned around, and found that Cyrus was staring at Shier again, and stretched out his hand in front of his eyes in dissatisfaction.

Wen Luan said in a warning tone: "I can't give it to you! I want to use it to escape from Deep Blue Star."

Cyrus' brain circuit was still stuck on a key formula, and he didn't have time to turn around, so he raised his golden eyes and looked at Wen Luan suspiciously. "Oh! I hate damned spies...you guys like to use any means." Wen Luan tried his best to restrain the urge to lose his mind, and turned to look at the ceiling—thanks to this day's getting along, his resistance has increased a lot.

If Cyrus has nothing to do with him, Wen Luan can easily tease the other party, whistling or putting on a disdainful expression is fine, but Wen Luan's memory always reminds that dark and dull Xia Kesi-Aventure in the Jungle What happened in the private room.

Without vision, it was really exciting. When he saw the other person under normal circumstances, Wen Luan couldn't help but think about the body under the clothes: because he only had the memory of the touch, and it was still vague and incoherent.

Mystery and attraction, what could be more ambiguous than this?

The three-inch villain Beret looked at Wen Luan vigilantly, and by the way carried out the principle that the mecha reminded the master: Your Excellency, the person you have a crush on, misunderstood you as a spy of a certain country, and now you even misunderstand that you want to make plans for Shier.

"He hates spies?" Cyrus repeated it strangely, he clearly remembered Wen Luan said that he hates politicians who play tricks.

"Oh, that's because this ignorant kid thought you were looking at him just now to use—er, I mean...he thought you could confuse him with your appearance, and took Sier away." Beret said in The spiritual link said seriously, "Of course you do have this strength, Your Excellency."

"..."

It's not a good thing for a mecha to be too proud of its master.

Cyrus, who was out of the state of research frenzy, silently raised his forehead: "Beret, I don't like your untimely sarcasm."

Beret stood proudly on the candy jar, with a look of refusing to admit his mistake.

"You seem to have forgotten..." Cyrus said slowly, "You told me that there is a common soul between Wen Luan and me, and we are probably one person?"

Barrett stuck.

After a few minutes, it turned its head resentfully.

"There must be a miscalculation somewhere... How can someone like him be the same person as Your Excellency." He couldn't walk when he saw a beauty. If Cyrus was like this, he would have been killed by his political opponents long ago, okay?

"I trust your conclusions, Barrett."

"what?"

Cyrus stared at Wen Luan who turned to the other side of the shelf to search, and said in a low voice, "He...he has a fatal attraction to me."

"Attractiveness? Or fatal..." Beret stared blankly at Wen Luan.

But no matter how much it scanned, it didn't find anything special about Wen Luan.

"It's hard to describe that feeling." Cyrus said as he recalled, "The first meeting on the cold ice field left only a deep impression, but I didn't think much about it... the carnival in the dungeon In the crowd, it was so inadvertently that he suddenly felt that the person in the distance was very different, and then...the explosion happened, and he quickly fell and rolled to the side as if he knew there was danger behind him."

Cyrus thought for a while, and said with more definite meaning: "I didn't see his face at the time, and I didn't know who this person was, but I suddenly had a thought of teasing him—whoever he was, I Wanting something from him, at first I thought he was hiding a secret, something to do with the remnants of the family."

What a night of discovering secrets, unraveling truths and brutally declaring facts.

"There is a demon hidden in my heart, it is very cruel...but I like the idea that it sometimes pops up." What Cyrus said is actually just a description, and Beret can dig out psychological works, A strict explanation Many people have so-called demons in their hearts, they will be crazy, jealous, and clamoring for terrible thoughts, but they are all firmly bound by a chain called reason.

"So you just... then what happened to him?" Beret thought that Cyrus was strong, but his electronic eyes were blank, which is really hard for humans to understand.

"No."

Cyrus' eyes fell from Wen Luan's shoulders to his waist, and lingered there: "It was a wonderful feeling, after seeing his real appearance...it has nothing to do with the devil in my heart, I know what I'm doing , I'm sober." - Sober looking forward to having a one-night stand with someone?

Beret bared his teeth. Its body was relatively small, and its exterior structure was much more refined than Ser and Andos.

"Your Excellency, I would like to ask..." Beret said in a drawn-out tone, "Do you suffer from sleepwalking?"

"Ok?"

Cyrus woke up from the memory and looked at the three-inch man strangely: "No, why do you ask that?"

Of course it is because you have exhibited sleepwalking symptoms.

Beret was still thinking about what to say about this matter. Wen Luan walked over excitedly holding the tourist map sold in the grocery store: "Hey, look what I found? The underground city tourist map, a hand-painted vintage version."

"...The scale is distorted." Cyrus reminded.

This kind of map is purely a list of the famous landscapes of the dungeon, and additionally highlights the abbreviated appearance of some entertainment venues, with a general path, but don't think about alleys, rivers, bridges, or even float parade routes.

If you follow this map to find the port, you will 100% get lost in the flow of people.

"It's better than nothing, at least I know the names of roads and buildings." Wen Luan disagreed.

That's right, this is the function of this tour map. Popularize the famous hotels and scenic spots, and attract more people to ask for directions to spend there.

Wen Luan put away the map solemnly, Cyrus really wanted to tell him that the sketch of the entire dungeon was in his mind.

"Hmm." Cyrus was dizzy for a moment, and held his forehead involuntarily.

He vaguely saw the noisy street, and then turned his perspective to look down. As he pulled further and further away, miniatures of each block were added. The Deep Blue Star Dungeon was completely symmetrical——strange, what kind of graphic is this, why didn’t it exist before? Have you noticed that it looks like a six-pointed star?

"Ellen? Ellen—"

Wen Luan's voice brought Cyrus' consciousness back to the cold countertop.

"Do you still want to take medicine?" Wen Luan handed over a medicine bottle with a complicated expression.

"No..." Cyrus said hoarsely, "Beret?"

"You look terrible." Wen Luan sighed worriedly, how dedicated a good spy is, he has only one breath left, and he still can't forget his duties and tasks!

Wen Luan tried hard to convince himself not to care about people who were dying.

"You need rest."

This time, Cyrus did not refuse Wen Luan's hand.

Two people, one weak and the other in heavy shackles, just stumbled towards the inner room.

Beret crossed his arms and looked at their backs, then looked at Shier, and said silently with his eyes: Why do they always forget, in fact, you can also be a laborer, you can carry twenty of them, right?

Xier: Your Majesty, you really don't understand fun.

Beret: ...

The fat boss of the grocery store only had one narrow bedroom, and the other rooms were used as storage rooms. Of course, Wen Luan couldn't throw Cyrus among a pile of goods, so he unceremoniously occupied the bedroom.

People in this era do not sleep in beds, they rest in sleeping pods.

Only the nobles or officials of the Dark Blue Kingdom would have that kind of retro style four-poster bed in their bedroom.

There was only one sleeping cabin in the narrow bedroom, but due to the size of its owner, it was no problem for Wen Luan and Cyrus to lie in it together.

Wen Luan put someone down panting, and after he was settled, Cyrus reached out and grabbed him: "It's very late."

"Huh?" Wen Luan was stunned.

"You can't see the sky here, so you can't tell the difference between day and night." Cyrus gently reminded him, "Beret told me that it's late now, you should rest."

Cyrus didn't say anything, Wen Luan didn't feel it yet, but at this moment the sudden attack of fatigue made him feel his eyelids twitching.

Cyrus quietly removed his hand from a button on the sleep pod.

Sleep cabins in the high-tech era, of course, cannot be as simple as a place for people to sleep, play music, isolate disturbing noise, replace fresh air, release sleeping gas, and combine multiple functions into one.

Wen Luan had no doubts, he didn't sleep last night to attend some secret meeting of diplomats in the sewer, but fled in embarrassment all night, and escaped from prison again today, the torment made his bones almost fall apart.

"But... there is only one sleeping cabin here." Wen Luan couldn't restrain the urge to yawn, rubbed his eyes, and said wearily, "I'll sleep on the counter."

"Staying outside in the grocery store may expose you." Cyrus is completely immune to this cheap sleeping gas. "Beret is very small, and Sil is just a cleaning robot. No one will suspect it if you stay outside."

Cyrus lowered his voice, "We are together, it will be convenient for us to escape."

Wen Luan nodded subconsciously, he didn't want to wrong himself, besides, Cyrus was so ill, what else could he do?

"Tomorrow, the search and arrest team will probably find this place, let's rest first." Wen Luan pressed someone back into the sleeping cabin in a daze, and then lay down in it himself, and found that it was really not too crowded. Of course, turning over would probably hit the wall .

A prisoner who just escaped from the secret prison of the Intelligence Bureau and kidnapped the high-tech of the Deep Blue Kingdom, what else could he be picky about?Wen Luan closed his eyes in satisfaction.

Cyrus closed the lid of the sleep pod.

The suddenly dimmed space made Wen Luan a little uncomfortable. He opened his eyes and tried to find a topic before going to bed: "Beret is a mecha? What is the dark blue kingdom building such a pocket-sized high-tech for?"

"Don't you know that smaller things are finer?"

"It's not a computer..." Wen Luan sneered, "It must have the functions that a mecha should have. How did you abduct it? To be honest, you are quite capable."

"..."

Wen Luan moved towards the bulkhead, and said wearily and helplessly: "Okay, this is a secret and you refuse to reveal it, so please satisfy my curiosity, what special ability does Beret have?"

Cyrus remembered that when he chose to carry a new mecha, he finally activated Beret obsessively.

"It's set up to make people fall in love."

"What, haha?" Wen Luan laughed so much that he lost sleepiness, "What kind of design concept is this? The scientists of the Deep Blue Kingdom are indeed a bunch of lunatics."

"Don't you think love is a wonderful thing? According to statistics, no matter a man or a woman, when he sees the person he likes, there will be more than a dozen glands or spirit cells with abnormal secretion and abnormal activity in his body. Beret has the latest generation of intelligence center of the Deep Blue Kingdom, a detailed judgment scanning system..." The ultimate evolutionary concept is to stimulate the human body to produce the false effect of falling in love with someone or fearing someone.

Cyrus' words once again hypnotized Wen Luan who couldn't understand.

"What's the use of this, I really don't understand your technology." Wen Luan muttered a few words, then suddenly realized, "You didn't let it do anything to me, did you?"

"It hasn't evolved to that point yet." Cyrus replied, "Actually, it's only been on for three days."

Wen Luan calmed down. When he had a one-night stand with Cyrus, that three-inch dick was not there.

"I think so too. You...you look good. It's just that your career and temper are a bit off. You can only be an occasional bed partner. I don't love you." Wen Luan said vaguely.

"That's good." Cyrus quietly looked at Wen Luan's sleepy face.

Very good, so that when he died suddenly, Wen Luan would feel uncomfortable for a few days at most.

"I knew you said that, agents, how could you get into trouble like love so casually." After Wen Luan muttered, there was no movement.

Cyrus slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his eyebrows, Wen Luan suddenly opened his eyes, and said seriously: "Hey, if you get sick in the middle of the night, even if you can't cry out, you have to wake me up!"

"……it is good!"

Wen Luan closed his eyes in satisfaction, his breathing quickly became long and steady, and this time he really fell asleep.

Cyrus looked at him for a long, long time.

In the end, he whispered next to Wen Luan's ear and said, "That's fine, I hope you don't love me."

The author has something to say: The name Beret comes from the demon god of hell, and it is numbered 13 like Seir. The design concept of the Deep Blue Kingdom is undoubtedly following the legend ==

Description of Barrett

"He can let the summoner get the love of everyone, whether it is a man or a woman, until the summoner is satisfied."