Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 1282: Meeting
209 Confluence
Many vehicles are parked on the road in front of the apartment, including Engels’ cars and security bureau off-road vehicles. There is only one off-road vehicle, and it is expected that Jung did not bring all the members over. Probably because of the late arrival, the big iron door was locked tightly, and no guard was seen.
Before entering the apartment, I handed the knife-shaped critical weapon to Dorothy. She, who is also the third-level Mageweave messenger, has permission to use this knife.
Doris slashed the knife left and right. The posture looked a little rusty. Speaking of which, apart from the strange bear puppet, I have not seen her use any other weapons. However, this knife is not a cold weapon. As long as it can be activated, anyone can obtain a powerful oscillating force.
"Sakiya, don't leave me too far." I told Sakiya. I only worry about Sakuya now. She has only undergone a short shooting training. Her physical constitution is not much different from that of ordinary people, and her talents are not suitable for fighting. She has no power to fight back when she encounters a wolf-like enemy. However, I believe that my quick plunder can protect her at the most critical moment.
"It's okay, Agawa. I'm not here to play a game." Sakiya said, a palm-sized pistol popped out of the cuff, and it lit up in front of me. Explosive bombs and condensate bombs, being shot is not a joke."
"If it can be shot," Dorothy said grotesquely.
"Want to try?" Sakiya glared at her, "Although your **** are much smaller than the targets I often hit."
I think I'm starting to have a headache again. Ever since Dorothy appeared, Sakiya's temperament seemed to have lost the brakes and ran towards the sidetrack. I really didn't understand why the two looked at each other wrongly.
I put my hands on the tops of the two of them, and inserted my body between them, cutting off the gaze that seemed to sparkle when I looked at each other.
"My stomach is already very hungry." As I said, I hugged Sakiya like a princess. She let out a low exclamation, and the roots of her ears were red.
I also felt a little embarrassed. I pretended not to hear her voice, ran forward a few steps, then took off hard, and after bending my calves in the air, I jumped just above the four-meter-high iron gate. There was a petite figure beside me that fell to the ground at the same time as me. It was Dorothy. Although she had no other burdens, looking at her relaxed look, her athletic ability was probably much better than me.
Sakiya almost buried her head in my arms. When I put her down, for a while, her gaze was shining, she didn't touch me at all, she just pulled my sleeve tightly.
No one greeted us at the door, and the front door was not locked. As soon as the door was pushed open, melodious music and voices suddenly poured out from the crack in the door. The lobby is deliberately decorated to be magnificent, with antique furnishings, red carpets, ceilings and bright candlelights on the walls. The interlaced light and shadows are bright but appear heavy and deep colors. People in dresses walked back and forth on the long dining table and talked calmly. The magnificent and noisy scene in front of them was full of an unreal feeling.
In the initial notice from Little Sent, what he planned to host was only a family banquet for Marseilles, and would only entertain a few guests. But now it’s impossible for Marseilles to come. He seems to have made this evening a big party for everyone. To say that it is just to connect with the guests and has no other thoughts. Anyone who knows what he is will regard it as a guy. Make a joke.
We lightened our actions when we entered, and most of the guests' attention did not come here. A few guests near the door looked through, but they did not show much surprise. Then he turned his gaze away. On the contrary, a man with a friendly and kind smile raised the goblet in his hand to us, and after drinking the red wine inside, he turned into the crowd.
There are nearly a hundred people, men, women, and children. I never thought that there are so many residents in this apartment. No, maybe not all of them are people living in the apartment, because there is an epidemic in the town, maybe someone ran up, which coincided with the dinner party. In addition, it is very likely that a lot of people from the Mar Jones family have been mixed in. There are many children as old as Dorothy, and it seems that several of them are complete families. Our dress and age are not obtrusive, although Dorothy only wears a huge glove on her right hand and carries a knife, but in the eyes of mature adults, it is just the child's innocence, quirk and nature.
We walked into the crowd, while looking at everyone passing by, we scooped food onto the silver plate on the dining table. I was really hungry, and the appearance and aroma of the dishes were mouth-watering. I accidentally filled a large plate. Fortunately, I was not alone in doing this.
Sakiya and Dorothy seem to be different people, and they don't face each other coldly, keeping a reserved smile at all times. They are all very familiar with Western-style table manners, and their actions seem to have been tried and tested, making me, a bunny, sigh. I can't help but wonder, if Fu Jiang is here, will he constrain that wanton attitude? But I can't imagine how the gentle and reserved Fu Jiang would look like a lady. If Sakiya and Dorothy’s soft-spoken way of talking were copied to Fu Jiang, goose bumps would inevitably arise.
However, if the imaginary object is replaced by Zuojiang, there is no such feeling of incompatibility at all. If it's Mae... that kind of maverick attitude and the neurotic muttering from time to time in his mouth, it will definitely make people retreat.
Several enthusiastic men approached and tried to talk with Sakiya and Dorothy, but they all politely refused. They would find Sakiya. I didn't have much surprise. Sakiya couldn't hide her female identity after changing into a menswear dress. On the contrary, she looked more mature. At least no one would treat her as a high school girl. However, it was all boys who looked to Dorothy who looked the same age as her, which made Sakiya laugh a little bit, and the smile at the corner of Dorothy's mouth became very stiff for a while.
In addition, it is worth mentioning that although my eating is not very elegant, during the period I was choked because of eating too fast, so I had to pour a big mouthful of red wine, the wine overflowed from my mouth, and the clothes were wet. , I have to say very embarrassed. But it is this kind of demeanor that is still favored by several young, beautiful and mature women.
"Excuse me, are you a doctor?" One of them asked after the name exchange.
"No. Do I look like a doctor?" I tried not to pay attention to the smooth skin on her chest opening, and said politely and sincerely, "Actually I am a wandering poet, writer, and adventurer. The local customs and characteristic legends. I am brewing a series of serializations to tell everyone about things that are not known to the public but have unique charms, such as this beautiful town and you enthusiastic girls."
Of course I did not lie, and one day I will write down my adventures. But the women didn't seem to believe it, and laughed like a canary.
In this fresh environment, I would like to have an in-depth exchange with them, try out the feeling of a public lover, and learn more about my social skills. It's a pity that Sakiya and Dorothy's insertion interrupted this thought. I don't know how they did it. After a few ordinary greetings, the women disappeared by themselves.
"You look quite comfortable," Dorothy said.
"In the student union, I also need to communicate with unfamiliar teachers and classmates." I am very satisfied with my previous performance, "Although the things I talk to are different, the points to pay attention to are the same."
"I have forgotten that Agawa is very popular in school." Sakuya seemed to have a headache, "Unlike me, Agawa often receives love letters? I have heard of senior sisters. Rumors of crushing him."
"Just so-so." Although I said so, I was very proud of myself. "No matter where you are, you can only use the word'excellent', and everything will open the door to convenience. This is the top student. What is the meaning of this name."
"Have you never received a love letter?" Dorothy looked at Sakiya with a surprised look.
Sakuya has a wry smile on her face.
"Me... The former me and the present me are completely different." She said in a nostalgic tone.
"Okay, the gossip ends here, and my stomach is full. Have you seen Jung and them?" I asked, putting the empty wine glass in the tray of the waiter who passed by.
"With Engels, but I didn't see Sent." Dorothy turned her head in one direction.
Following her gaze, two familiar figures were revealed in the crisscross gap between people. Jung and Engels were talking in the corner of the lobby. Dorothy said that they had just come out from the back entrance. Obviously, they went inside the apartment again before the host arrived. However, there is no discovery from their expressions, and it is probably the same as before.
Engels promised to take us to the altar hidden somewhere in the apartment. However, the topic was cleverly staggered or the timing was wrong. We still don't know the number and whereabouts of the people he sacrificed. This also makes me wonder whether Engels sincerely cooperate with us.
The World of Irene's Nightmare, or the temporary data hedge space in the Peak District, can be accessed by the human spirit alone, and does not accept physical bodies. However, this brings me to a question—in that space, are Irene, Sauron, and Marceau really independent thinking styles, and do not rely on the existence of **? If they are just entering spiritually, is the ** still kept somewhere? Does it still have activity? Leaving aside the situation of Irene and Sauron, Marceau's sane and sound mind is far from the concept of "thinking body". Moreover, I can't imagine how the human spirit will be preserved after the loss of sex.
It is true that the Tianmen Project as we know it is "the study of the soul once created an independent body of thought", but the statement is not the same as the reality. I think there must be something strange. Even though the apocalyptic technology can quantify material and non-material, it is only a numerical value after quantification. Before and after the change, in order to affect the reality, it is necessary to have a medium that reflects this quantitative numerical change. .
The temporary hedging space in the tomb area does not exclude the existence of materiality related to reality.
The complete face of the Tianmen Project is still hidden in the thick fog. However, I began to firmly believe that Marceau’s **** was still alive somewhere in this hilltop apartment.
As if sensing my gaze, Jung turned his head. I know he saw me, but his face still has that kind of stereotyped surprise, as if there would be no moving expression even if the sky collapses. Although I once refuted his decision and ran away with Sakiya angrily, he did not show any unexpected or reproachful look at that time or now.
As if nothing happened, it was unpredictable what he was thinking. Originally, I really admired and admired this kind of leadership, and felt that this is the behavior of professionals, but now I feel that “professional” is not always a commendatory term.
I took Sakuya and Dorothy to the corner and said hello to the two. Only then did I know that the other team members were staying in the center of the town. In addition to fishing operations, I had to accompany the police officers to maintain night safety .
"This is?" Engels' eyes fell on Dorothy, his face a little strange. When he first saw me and Sakiya, he questioned our identities because of our age. His face now seemed like he didn't want to hear that this ten-year-old girl was also a member of the National Intelligence Agency.
Jung's gaze stayed on my face, although there was still no expression, but the meaning of asking me for an explanation was revealed.
"Doroth, the companion of the advent circuit period, maybe you have seen it." I vaguely figured out Dorothy's identity.
But I’m not sure if Jung knows about Dorothy. There are not many members of the Security Bureau, and most of them are on duty. If it is not necessary for action, there are not many opportunities to meet. Moreover, her current appearance is quite different from the past. After the Descending Loop operation ended, no other members survived except me and Fu Jiang. Although I once hinted to the Prophet Mayne that Dorothy was not completely dead, because of Dorothy's special identity, the possibility of marking death cannot be ruled out.
"I've heard of you, the youngest genius in the bureau." Jung said vaguely, and reached out and shook Dorothy. "I'm glad you can support us."
"This... Ms. Dorothy." Engels didn't seem to know what to call Dorothy. His eyes showed deep doubts. "She is yours? I don't know, when will the Intelligence Bureau Have the right to hire child labor? Mr. Crowe is fine to say, but this child...isn’t it too young?"
Before we tried to explain, Dorothy had reached out to Engels.
"Hold it?" She smiled demeanorly.
"Huh? Oh, okay. Nice to meet you, beautiful girl." Engels came back to his senses, but when he grabbed Dorothy's hand, his expression immediately became difficult to look at. Although she still smiled politely, she seemed to endure great pain.
I seem to hear the fracture of Engels' palm. He took a sigh of relief, and finally couldn't hold on, earning it from Dorothy's hand, shaking his palm desperately. Of course his hand bones weren't crushed, but red and swollen fingerprints were apparently appearing.
"It's good to look down on people, isn't it? Mr. Sheriff." Dorothy's tone and smile still kept her ladylike demeanor, but her approach was not really gentle.
Now, the look in Chief Engels' eyes when looking at her has completely changed, and there is no more restlessness before.
"Doroth is very young, but she is highly regarded." Jung interjected unchanged from the side.
"Is that so? Uh, uh, you can see it." Engels said in infinite courtesy, he hadn't noticed it before.
Jung didn't plan to accompany him on these unnutritious topics anymore, so he said "disaccompany me" and pulled me aside.
"What the **** is going on? I haven't received a report of the arrival of reinforcements." He stared at me and said.
"It’s a long story, and I shouldn’t tell you. I think it’s better for you to ask Prophet Mayne yourself when you return to the security bureau. Dorothy’s situation is very special, as you said before Yes, it is highly valued." I hinted vaguely, it seems Jung really doesn't know the character of Dorothy, let alone her real situation.
He and I looked at each other and were silent for a while before finally letting go of the topic. After the loss of Fu Jiang, the replacement of a new three-pole magic pattern messenger is also good news for the current situation.
"You are late, have you encountered anything?" Jung glanced at Sakiya and the others, and asked keenly.
"Yes, I think you will be interested in what happened to me."
So, after leaving the police station, I will go to the dock area with Marseille and fight in the dock area, relying on Dorothy to deprive the enemy of the memory of the enemy, after returning to the clothing store’s advice, and my own plans, Tell it concisely.
"In other words ~IndoMTL.com~ are you more optimistic about the possible benefits of the Tianmen Project than it is harmful?" Jung thought for a while and asked.
"Tianmen Project has been impossible to stop." I said.
"We are not trying to stop the Tianmen Project, but to obtain their research materials." Jung said quietly, "Let’s not mention the success rate of your plan. I don’t plan to take risks with my team members. Crow , You seem to have forgotten that we are the Security Bureau. This method of using sacrifices to achieve success is forbidden at all times."
"The sacrifice will not die."
"But I will lose something more important than life." Jung patted me on the shoulder and said, "In this team, no one will voluntarily become a sacrifice. Maybe there will be in the Security Bureau, but now they Not here. How about you? Would you like to be a sacrifice?"
I can't make a sound.
"Let's do it, you are still young, this is not a mistake." Jung took my shoulders for the first time, "In this world, there will always be things that I have to give up. I know you have an idea. Children, but don’t always think too much, it will kill you sooner or later."