The phone on the table vibrated. Bai Chunian dozed off while propping his head on the table. Suddenly, he was awakened by a call. He rubbed his eyes and pressed the answer button.
It's Yan Yi's call.
"Boss? Oh, oh, what's going on with you, are you and Uncle Jin okay?" Bai Chunian tried his best to raise his spirits so that his voice didn't sound so tired.
For the past week, when he was awake, he would force himself to deploy an action plan, but he was reluctant to inject Synthetin now, wasting that precious one milliliter of medicine, so he was still hanging with the dissociative agent, so that he was awake There is not much time, so we can only desperately squeeze the rest time to make action plans.
Yan Yi could still hear it: "How many cigarettes have you smoked, your voice is so hoarse."
"I..." Bai Chunian glanced at the ashtray by his hand, it was full, so he simply replaced it with a trash can under his feet. Last week, while he was awake, he moved out of Han Xingqian's villa and returned to his usual small apartment. Brother Han's villa is too quiet. The elevator outside this small apartment goes up and down, and the neighbors come out to walk their dogs from time to time. He was relieved to hear such a voice.
"Your Uncle Jin has quit smoking, so don't go too far." Yan Yi scolded him softly.
"Hey, I know." Bai Chunian picked up the waterproof pen on the table and twirled it with his fingertips, put his feet on the chair, squatted down and made a phone call seriously, the corners of his lips could not help but curl up.
"Is Rimbaud here?"
"He went out to help me with errands. I'm not in good health...it's inconvenient to go out."
"You didn't get that shot of syntropin?"
"Hit, hit." Bai Chunian started making up nonsense again, without changing expression or beating heart.
Yan Yi was relieved: "Okay. Tell Rimbaud for me. He ordered the mermaid to land from the strait to help clean up the raging undead summoning bodies. It was a great help. Mr. Prime Minister would also like to thank him in person."
"He doesn't care about that."
Yan Yi had just finished dealing with the mess over there, and was a little tired, so he comforted Xiao Bai a few more words, the two chatted for a while, and when they were about to say goodbye, Bai Chunian faltered and called "President".
"Um?"
"Thank you." Bai Chunian said with a smile.
Yan Yi was startled, then snorted softly: "Silly boy. I'm going to wash and change my clothes, so let's not talk about it."
"Um."
When the call was hung up, Bai Chunian hugged the phone for a while, and then called He Zhuang again.
It was the training time of the PBB troops in the morning, so why did he take the time to answer the phone, but Bai Chunian just took up the training time and chatted casually. After being scolded, he hung up the phone with a smile on his face, and called Aphid Island again. The instructors and children have nothing to do, they are just bored and want to discipline them.
It wasn't until the other party hung up the phone and the phone returned to the normal desktop from the call page that Bai Chunian put the phone on the table in a good mood, and then leaned over the table to send Rimbaud a message.
He was sitting in front of the drafting table in the secret arsenal in the bedroom of the apartment, his hands, ankles and neck were clasped with Dead Sea Heart Rock chains, and the entire desktop was covered with an entire Dead Sea Heart Rock beast cage, locking him tightly in this square inch. place.
Rimbaud also just arrived at the IOA League Building, got off the elevator, wearing Bai Chunian's clothes - a loose basketball vest and shorts, a peaked cap on the back, messy blond hair curled against his neck, and a backpack slung across his shoulders, Walking in the solemn and busy Union Building, he seemed out of place, and of course that pretty face was also out of place with other ordinary looks.
The phone vibrated, Rimbaud slowed down and glanced at the message.
Randi: "Honey, I like you so much."
I can still send messages, it doesn't seem too uncomfortable. Rimbaud chuckled, and replied with a voice: "milayer. (baby)" and put the phone back in his pocket.
He had just returned from Aphid Island, and was entrusted by Bai Chunian to meet Wuxiang Stalker with Suliansu.
The imageless stalker copied a tube of red medicine for him out of thin air with the same color as Synthetin, but after testing, only the color was the same, and the ingredients were basically irrelevant.
Xia Xiaochong shook her head helplessly: "I can only copy things whose molecular structure is known. Do you have the instructions for the ingredients of the medicine?"
If there is, the Medical Association can successfully imitate it, and there is no need to go to Aphid Island to ask him for help.
Returning from Aphid Island without success, Rimbaud returned to the IOA Alliance Building, and when he arrived at the room where he had agreed to meet, there were already two people waiting inside.
Lin Deng and Domino have always lived here. Although they are protected by the IOA, they can walk around the alliance headquarters area at will, and they can also leave the headquarters building if they apply, but they don't go out often.
As soon as Rimbaud came in, Domino enthusiastically greeted him with sweet coffee and freshly baked biscuits, and the butterfly tentacles on his head trembled happily.
"King, please sit down, please sit down." Domino swept away the outline notebook, pens and half-written manuscripts on the table, making room for Rimbaud.
Since the attack on the Shaojin mansion, Domino was seriously injured. Although his life was saved under the rescue of the IOA Medical Society, the butterfly wings that can be used as extensions of gland cells were torn off, and the gland was still severely damaged.
The inherent ability of butterfly glands is fantasy, and most butterfly gland owners are engaged in artistic creation and freelance work, and the thing they are best and most passionate about is creating all things beautiful. The destruction of the gland is more unacceptable to Domino than being disabled and paralyzed for life. When he was lying in the hospital bed and he was most desperate, Rimbaud repaired his wings for him.
Domino hugged Rimbaud's arm affectionately, took out all the specially prepared snacks and put them all over the table, then took out a stack of densely written paper from a locked drawer, and put it in front of Rimbaud.
"Actually, Bai Chunian mentioned to us a long time ago about the situation at the headquarters of the 109 Research Institute, so I went to investigate it very early." Domino opened the stacks of paper pages that were bound separately with a stapler, "In this week, according to the action plan formulated by Bai Chunian, I sorted out ten routes to sneak into the headquarters of the research institute. I guarantee that even Ailian herself will never be able to find the eleventh feasible route."
Domino's J1 ability is a chain reaction. Doing something casually will completely change the direction of a certain thing's development. At the same time, it can also arrange actions into a line in the order that best suits the outcome.
Rimbaud still can't understand, but these days, he has learned more characters than the previous two hundred and seventy years combined. He has never been so eager to learn anything, and he has never blamed himself so much in logic. And the lack of the overall situation.
When he was flipping through the documents brought by Domino, the door was slightly kicked open, and the reptile came in carrying a box of rolled blueprints. The blueprints were so large that they made the reptile smaller. His small stature, and his eye-catching fluorescent yellow sweater with the black worm logo printed on it.
"The map is printed." The reptile put the box on the ground, sat on the sofa with pockets in it, and stepped on the top edge of the box. "I stayed up for several nights."
The reptile's M2 ability "Earth Parallel Plane" can convert the target entity into copy data, and then convert the text to obtain a detailed analysis of the target. All objectively existing inanimate objects can be pulled from the inventory to view its details .
He pulled the internal structure diagram of the headquarters building of the 109 Research Institute, as well as the top view of the interior furnishings, but only limited to this, he could not tell what each area and room was used for.
Fortunately, Lin Deng has been working at the headquarters of the 109 Research Institute for a long time. Even though the decoration and furnishings of the research institute have been updated over the years, the basic layout has not changed. Notes for .
The operation of sneaking into the headquarters of the 109th Research Institute to steal Synthetin will not get the written approval of the IOA, which means that they will have no support, no equipment, and all preparations and actions can only be done by themselves.
Rimbaud folded up Domino's documents and the crawler's blueprint, put them in his backpack, and took them back to show Xiaobai.
Domino clung to Rimbaud and was a little reluctant for him to leave, so he packed the biscuits and snacks he had baked for him in a paper bag.
When Rimbaud walked out, the reptile stopped him: "For so many years, there have been countless experimental subjects who have escaped from the research institute or been bought and sold. Not all of them wanted to return to the research institute for revenge, but they all failed. The intrusion of the research institute The difficulty is unimaginable."
Rimbaud glanced at him: "That's because I haven't gone yet."
The reptile was in his pocket, and because of his height, he could only slightly look up at him: "You're not that confident, are you?"
Rimbaud clutched the shoulder strap of the backpack, indeed, he was not sure.
"It's better to go to Satan for divination." The reptile said, "At least it's a psychological comfort."
"Divination?" Rimbaud snorted. He has always turned his hand into clouds and his hands into rain, and he has never placed his hopes on such mysterious and mysterious things.
When he came out of the Union Building, he just had a face-to-face meeting with Bi Lanxing who had brought back the documents. Bi Lanxing looked him up and down at his attire before he recognized him: "Ranbo? Why are you here? Did Brother Chu come back too? "
"I'm just here to get things, kid, don't meddle in my own business." Rimbaud lowered the brim of his hat, bowed his head and hurried out.
Bai Chunian didn't want these children to know his plan, and he never mentioned it to anyone. Until now, only Dr. Han knew about their plan.
Looking at Rimbaud's hurried back, Bi Lanxing was a little puzzled, and lowered his head to send a message to Lu Yan and Xiao Xun.
Rimbaud took the subway home as usual, and when he passed the church for a stop, he didn't want to get off the train, but when the door was about to close, he still got off by a ghost.
There was no one getting off at this station, and the subway station was empty. After thinking about it, Rimbaud walked towards the church.
Walking along this road, he could see the seaside park. He saw a construction site surrounded by a construction site in the park. In the center of the fence was a statue of a mermaid. Around the statue was a circle of unpaved cistern. It seemed that it was to be built. into a wishing pool.
Rimbaud glanced at the statue of the mermaid. The tail of the fish was thin and pointed. It seemed that the sculpture was himself.
A lot of people were already crowded around the unfinished statue pool. They took out coins from their pockets and threw them into the unfilled pool, folded their hands and closed their eyes, meditating devoutly.
Rimbaud was too far away, and couldn't hear what they were saying, but he still knew what these human beings like to ask for. Seeing their pretentious faces, Rimbaud was very annoyed.
However, he suddenly felt a warm feeling in his chest, and he stretched out his hand to hook the neckline and glanced inside, and found that the wound on his chest pierced by the Dead Sea Heart Rock knife seemed to heal faster.
If a god hurts a believer, he will suffer tenfold backlash, and similarly, the prayer of the believer will also heal the wound for God.
Rimbaud supported the wound, and looked at the dull-looking humans, a little surprised.
The church in Aphid City was not built in a bustling area, and the surrounding area was very quiet, not too far from the seashore. Solemn and quiet organ music came from inside.
Due to the previous attack by Eris, one wall of the church was destroyed, and it was simply renovated. When you walked in, the sunlight was projected on the ground through the stained glass windows, and the crystal colors flowed on the ground, which looked translucent.
There were almost no people in the church at this time. Satan sat alone in the middle of the empty church, with the Bible on his lap, and his fingers stroking the keys of the organ.
Rimbaud's footsteps echoed in the church and should not have been ignored, but Satan did not immediately rise to meet him.
Rimbaud randomly found a seat and sat down, scanning the standing statues of gods and the gods on the oil paintings on the dome. Due to his similar status, he didn't show any shocked expression.
On the table in front of him was a hundred gold-plated cards on a black background.
The music stopped, and Satan finally spoke.
"If Bai Chunian is not here, I can't deduce the development of different routes for you. I can only predict the life and death of each road for you. It seems that Bai Chunian is not here, so you make a choice."
Rimbaud raised his eyebrows: "Do you know what I'm here for?"
Satan loves words like gold, and he doesn't bother to explain insignificant issues.
After thinking for a while, Rimbaud took out the document given by Domino from his bag and put it on the table: "Then help me predict the life and death of these ten roads."
Satan said: "You have a hundred cards in front of you. When you meditate on each path, draw a card. If you draw an angel card, you will have hope of life. If you draw a devil card, it means a dead end. You can draw three times for each choice."
After understanding the rules, Rimbaud picked up the first document, silently said "Break in from the main entrance of the Institute", and then touched one of the hundred cards.
The face of the card is automatically turned over, and a devil's smiling face with a goat's head appears on the table, which is creepy.
Rimbaud drew three times in a row, all of which were devil cards.
It seems that breaking in from the main entrance of the institute is not feasible.
Rimbaud made a cross on the first document, passed the first route, picked up the second document, and silently said "break in from the underground of the research institute", he hesitated in the air for a while before clicking on it a card.
The card is turned over automatically, it is a devil card.
Draw three times in a row, all are devil cards.
The second route also passed.
Rimbaud picked up the third document. He didn't believe in evil, and turned over three cards at once.
All demons.
Rimbaud felt that he was being played. He raised his head and squinted at Satan: "How many angels and demons are there?"
Satan replied, "I don't know. The deck of divination cards changes depending on the event you ask about."
Rimbaud took a deep breath, and calmed down, divination one by one.
The divination of all nine paths is over, and Rimbaud has not drawn an angel once. Although he used the koi blessing in the process of drawing cards, it still cannot change the result. Crazy from the bottom of my heart.
There is only one last way left, breaking in from the testing room of the research institute.
Rimbaud calmed down for a long time, finally mustered up the courage, and silently recited the last route. His trembling fingertips hesitated in the air, reaching out and retracting several times.
The first card, the devil card.
Rimbaud's heart trembled, he withdrew his hand, closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and quickly turned over the second card.
demon.
This hideous goat face made Rimbaud almost out of breath.
Satan took a silent step back.
Rimbaud was furious, and a burst of anger burst out from his heart. He stood up suddenly, overturned the table where the cards were placed, and shouted: "How dare you play me! There are no angels in here!" Never been so groggy.
The overturned table flew out, just hitting the place where Satan had just stood, smashing a big hole in the floor, and the divination cards floated in the air, floating neatly and surrounding Rimbaud.
Ninety-nine demon cards with strange smiles let out terrifying shrieks, and the only angel wrapped itself with white wings.
Holding the Bible in his hand, Satan said calmly, "I didn't trick you, this is your catastrophe and punishment."
Rimbaud sneered, and the document in his hand was clasped: "Who has the right to punish me?"
Satan replied: "No one can punish you, great king. Born as a god, you should be just. You are just atoning for the selfishness that you once despised all beings and indulged in love."