Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 483: Cheka two (wish you a happy Chinese New Year)

Cheka was silent, I let go of her chest, and bandaged the wound on her body. www.) After a long while, she turned her back to me and said, "I'm tired of the life of a mercenary and want to live a peaceful life." The file made a mocking nasal noise from the side.

I whispered to Cheka, "Did you watch TV? International news, the dispute between the United States, Japan and China. A new world war is about to break out, and no one can live a peaceful life." I stroked. The stab wound on her shoulder made her skin tense sensitively.

"I had a dream when I was seventeen." Cheka did not answer my words directly, as if talking to himself: "I want to make a lot of money and buy a large farm in Provence. , And then find a man to marry, there is a large lavender in the yard, and a delicious red wine in the cellar. I write a stable life in prose, and every month I receive a large bag of letters from readers saying that they would like to personally Come and see... I told other people about the awakening of this dream, and they all regarded them as a big joke. I don’t like the life now, but I’m almost 30 years old, and I don’t want to spend my whole life. Soaked in blood, conspiracy, and death." Cheka raised his right hand, as if to grab something or block something, and said: "When you kill too many people with this hand, you will smell A smell that normal people can't smell at all. I don't like the smell that can't be washed off at all."

The file made a chuckle that looked like disdain again, her expression was strange, like a pile of slug-smelling beans thrown into her mouth. She finally couldn't help saying: "Do you still want to be a poet? Cheka. I really can't stand this philosophical taste. This kind of remark does not match you at all, just like the Vikings put "Leaf of Grass" The scratch paper written on the buttocks is displayed as an antique in the Royal Museum."

Cheka was not angry. He glanced at the file, got up and picked up the travel bag placed in the corner, took out the new military uniform and put it on his shoulders. She tightened the buttons on her chest and completely concealed her figure in her wide and neutral clothes.

"I think you are good, this gentleman." She said to me, "Although we just met, we don’t know who you are, and we don’t know your name. We are even less interested in your organization. However, I suddenly Feeling the call of Heavenly Father, it said to me that our encounter is the guide of fate. So let’s do it. If you really want me, then marry me. Since you don’t lack funds, then after marriage, Buy a farm in Provence and wait for us to spend our honeymoon there. In the following days, what do you say and how?"

Let's not mention my reaction, I didn't react at all, but I heard this speech like sparks hitting the earth. His eyes widened, followed by a burst of laughter, and one of them fell to the ground together with a chair without being seated. She kept covering her belly before getting up, and it took a long time to relieve her anger: "You want to go back to your hometown to get married, are you crazy? You actually made a deal with a stranger you just met on the terms of marriage? Cheka, you Are you serious?"

"Of course, I'm serious." Cheka took out a hardback Bible from his travel bag, put his left hand on the cover with solemn expression, and said in an oath: "My beloved Father, I will obey Your teaching. Now is the time to fulfill it. Please bear witness that there is nothing false in my words and deeds."

"Father? Which sect are you a believer?" The file shook his head and said to me, "It's amazing. I think my head is very confused, Mr. Gao Chuan, the next thing is left to you. . I’ll go out and smoke a cigarette to wake up. Give me a cigarette."

I also feel that things are going in a strange direction, obviously to recruit talents for whisperers. Has it suddenly become marital coercion? Moreover, it was the woman who was a mercenary who proposed this political marriage. Regardless of the time, venue, identity, or object, it caused a great sense of incongruity. I also thought that Cheka was joking, rejecting my solicitation with her unique humor, but when she stared at me holding the Bible, her expression and eyes made people think it was not a joke. Now, the multiple-choice question was kicked into my arms by her.

I subconsciously took out a cigarette, threw one to the file, and picked up one by myself. I was thinking about what to say. I suddenly realized that this is Cheka’s room, so I hurriedly asked her: "Can you smoke?" Cheka made a "please" gesture.

I lit a cigarette, and my brain and brain hardware continued to perform perceptual and rational analysis. After a while, I said to her: "I already have a wife and two lovers."

"It was unexpected." Cheka showed a surprised expression, "You look...very young."

"I just graduated from college, twenty-two years old." I said.

"The legal age for marriage in the Central Duchy is 25 years old for men." Cheka looked at me with an expression of interest.

"The people in the organization helped me modify my age." In fact, it should be said that Omi used her contacts and methods to obtain a legal marriage certificate for us, and then modified the information stored in the computer by the Personnel Archives Bureau through the Internet. ——Male, 22 years old, married. As for the paper files, I guess they are still the same.

"I'm much older than you, but I still think that we two will become the best couples." Cheka said: "I got full marks in both the bridal course and the housewife course. Compared to murder, I specialize in Russian cuisine, Central Principality cuisine, and Italian cuisine. I’m not a virgin, but I don’t think you would mind this kind of thing. Do you mind?" When she asked back, of course I couldn’t say in front of her, "Mind. "Such hurtful words, and the facts are true, I don't have any feelings about this issue at all. Whether it is "mind" or "don't mind", it is not a perceptual choice, but a completely rational choice.

"I can't answer your request right away. I have a wife and a lover, and even if you are willing to join the organization, you still need to test before that, that is, go on a mission with us." I replied.

"Test? Yes, test, this is not surprising." Cheka stared at me for a while, and said, "It was a very difficult test. Right? My chances of surviving the mission are very small? "

"No. I will protect you, I think I can protect you, but everything is uncertain." I said seriously: "To tell you the truth, the file is also recruiting cleaners to carry out this work with us. Mission, but even that woman has a low chance of surviving. However, to enter our world, you must undergo a similar test, just like the first mission performed after becoming a mercenary. We are mysterious Organization. All tasks are related to'mystery', similar to common-sense mystery. There are demons, wizards and superpowers. They are sometimes covered by a layer of technology. It seems to be full of logic and can be traced to the root, but once you Judging with a scientific vision and scientific method, you will go astray. I don’t deny that there are many people who study mystery with a'scientific attitude and methodology', but when they finally get results, it is often because They use unscientific methods. Even those methods that they consider to be'scientific' can only be discovered when you look on the sidelines."

Speaking of which. I can't help but think of Omi. She is a typical example of studying'mystery' as a scientific researcher. However, she uses the equipment and methods that are full of rigorous logic in her own view, and even those written with unknown symbols. The formula, in the eyes of the whisperers, is the expression of "mystery" by comparison. That is something that no one can understand except her. This has nothing to do with confidentiality, just because only in this way can the "mystery" be dissected.

Mysterious, meaning elusive and unfathomable. mystery. Literally, it can be understood as the secret of God, meaning the existence that human beings cannot know or understand. At the same time, it also refers to "conspiracy" on some occasions.

The "mystery" that has appeared in this world so far. Including time machine, personality preservation device, spells, super powers, demons, dominance technology and so on. All fully meet this definition.

Even if Omi’s suspected identity is not mentioned, she is able to logically analyze the ruling bureau’s technology in her own way, replace and modify it, and create mysterious things such as the time machine, which is enough to prove her It is "the one who is close to God". And this so-called "god", besides the basic "virus" of all this, what else is there? I believe that people who can do the same things as Omi don’t exist in this world. Even the Doomsday Shinrikyo that improves the wizard based on the technology of the ruling bureau, and the Sha and Yu who repair the regional safety network are just a kind of Application, rather than interpreting the root cause of the mechanism. And where is the ruling bureau that is regarded as the "creator of the ruling bureau technology" now? When I entered this world, they had become legends. No matter how many other people believe that it must exist, they can only search for its existence from word of mouth and some broken materials.

The "ruling bureau" is a history that can only be proven from rumors, memories, and relics. In my eyes, it is still just a reflection, a concept, and a mystery.

As I told everyone, things that are incomprehensible, things that are not verified by common sense, are the most dangerous things. Now I also inform Cheka of this danger, so that she at least conceptually understands what kind of enemy she will face once she joins us.

"I hope you can join us." I said: "Our enemies are the same looking, researching and using'mysterious' enemies. Although I don’t know why they are so obsessed with the end, they are undoubtedly dangerous. , Is the malignant tumor of all things related to the concept of "peace". They are too powerful, and Europe and the United States have fallen into their clutches. Even the headquarters to which the file belongs cannot compete. In fact, in Europe and the United States, no one can do it anymore. Stop them in a real sense. As long as they are still looking forward to the end of the world, then a world war will surely start."

I know that these concepts and things are also very scratching by verbal statements. Even mercenaries who have been walking in chaos and killing all the year round, even if they have certain beliefs, it is difficult for them to believe that there is a "mystery" in the world. In the first time, accept the fact that those seemingly distant and unpredictable "mysteries" are already close at hand. All human beings believe in what they see, and they often have an unreal sense of alienation about things they have not experienced personally.

Cheka pinched the bridge of her nose, looking even more tired than fighting a cleaner, probably under the impact of a large amount of intelligence, which made her brain overwhelmed. No matter how true I say it is, for someone who has never really come into contact with "mystery". It's all like a fairy tale.

"If it weren't for the file here. If it wasn't for you to be my optimistic man, if it wasn't for me to believe in Heavenly Father, I would definitely treat you as a madman, or a clever tongue-like cult leader." Cheka will Lean back against the wall, "Is that what you want to say?"

"Yes." I replied.

"I need to think about it." Cheka said, "Your description is completely different from the life I am yearning for. Although I am very optimistic about you and have the revelation of Heavenly Father, it is still difficult for me to accept it."

"I understand." I stood up and said to her, "I look forward to your reply. The time we set out to perform the task has not yet been determined. But it may not be possible to wait for you for too long, and the same is true for the cleaners. If we have already left when you make a decision, you can send the message here."

I took the whisperer's business card from my pocket and handed it to her, and Cheka took it. He whispered the name of the "Whisperer" softly, checked it and held it in his hand.

"The file invited the cleaner, not me, because I was farther away from mystery than the cleaner. Is that true? I know that in the evaluation, I am someone who has no potential for improvement. I also think this evaluation That's right, this is why I want to retire." Cheka asked suddenly before I went out. She was able to judge the attitude of the file from just a few words. People really have to sigh for her intelligence and keenness. She asked me: "So, why are you still looking for me?"

"Didn't you say it?" I smiled back at her: "The so-called mystery is something that cannot be understood. It will appear in unexpected forms without preparation. It is destiny and luck. It is unpredictable, indescribable, and evaluation and judgment made with common sense. What is the meaning of mystery? Everyone's shadow hides the mystery, and no one is close to them. No one is close to them. Far away. Judging a person’s potential with common sense and logical data. In this case, isn’t it ridiculous? The reason why they do this is just because they need a reason to make themselves more at ease."

"Don't you need it?" Cheka asked back.

"I have seen the ending." I replied.

Such an answer is the best and most truthful answer for me, but for Cheka. I'm afraid it's a vague boast pretending to be mysterious like a **** stick. Cheka's face became more exciting, but I never wanted to explain it. Or deal with her in words that are easier to understand and more straightforward.

I have seen the ending. The "mystery" of this world is only a process to me, not a result. Therefore, I don't need to use those ways to stabilize myself when facing the elusive "mystery" heart.

I took a deep breath of cigarette and walked out of the room under Cheka’s gaze. The file was leaning against the opposite wall and smoking the cigarette. Seeing me coming out, I immediately walked up and patted my shoulder, speaking in a complex tone. : "It's a pity that you don't become a magic stick."

"Facts are more absurd than rumors." I said, "So when I tell the facts, everyone treats it as strange talk."

The file sighed deeply and said, "It is true. When I was young, I never thought that I would come into contact with these weird facts in the future."

"Do you still want to watch the next game?" I asked as she walked side by side towards the backstage gate.

"Are you interested in any players?" File asked: "If you are attracted to them, I can help you. As long as you have money, no, as long as you tell them that you are still a boy, they will know 100%. I'm happy to give you a wonderful night." She winked at me, swearing, but who would believe her nonsense, and I'm not a **** mania who can't walk when she sees a woman. Moreover, of the four contestants who passed the quarter-finals, Cheka and the cleaner have already met, and the remaining two contestants are all black women, which is totally inconsistent with my aesthetics.

On the ring~IndoMTL.com~ The two black female fighters are in a stalemate. Compare with the battle between Cheka and the cleaner. Although the stalemate scene is wonderful, it is not like the battle between Cheka and the cleaner. That's full of vivid colors. For ordinary people who couldn't understand Cheka's poisoning skills and the cleaner's knife skills, the fighting of these two black female warriors was closer to them, which also meant that they were farther away from us.

"Oh, I've heard that Asians don't like black people--" The file deliberately made a nasty suggestive gesture with a funny expression, "maybe not in line with your aesthetics, but their hand feels and wild Passion. Tsk--" She let out a memorable voice, confirming again: "Don’t you really want to try it? For those of you who live in Asia, it’s a rare species that is hard to taste."

"Come on." I suddenly reached out and messed up her hair unceremoniously as revenge for teasing, "I am more willing to do with you than them, how? How much is it for a night?"

The file laughed heartily, put his arm around my neck boldly, and deliberately put the chest on my arm, exhaling into my ears: "My price is very high."

"A friendly price, how about a dollar?" I also teased like a joke. To be continued. . )

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