Overturned Tower

After the container of God satisfactorily ate dinner, Russell took it back again, and changed back to the original body by himself.

Seeing Alice transformed back into Russell, Bad Day was inexplicably relieved.

His whole body was like a ball whose valve core had been pulled out, leaning on the back of the chair, slowly deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even though he knew that this was not the real Alice, but just a phantom transformed by Russell, he still couldn't help holding his breath and keeping quiet in front of Alice.

It was not nervousness based on panic or fear.

It's the instinct to subconsciously want to perform better and keep reserved in front of people you respect.

—Even if he knows that the object of this affection is false, he is willing to enjoy this false nostalgia.

He was deceived voluntarily.

Just like a person who wants to get drunk, even if he just drinks a glass of beer, he will be drunk.

Russell glanced at him, but he couldn't see Alice's tenderness, virtuousness and elegance in his eyes, only the helplessness of hesitating to speak.

As a matter of course, Russell easily noticed something was wrong with the Bad Day state.

I would rather deceive myself to believe in false things, to gain a moment of tranquility from it... This shows that the psychological pressure of bad days has accumulated to a certain extent.

If he likes to drink, I'm afraid he has already reached the stage of alcoholism. But Bad Day must remain sober - not only his strict requirements on himself, but also his identity and ability do not allow him to anesthetize himself to the point of losing control. That would bring unimaginable trouble... Because of this, it was difficult for him to relieve the pressure.

But even on a bad day, he's human. Although psykers have a stronger "blue shift" than mortals and can bear more pressure, they are also thinner and more prone to madness due to too much stimulation.

"You need to rest, bad day."

Russell warned: "Your psychological pressure is a bit high. Even with the protection of the sun, it doesn't mean that you won't lose control."

Bad day reached out and covered his forehead.

It seemed a little helpless, and it seemed a little migraine.

"...Is this a legacy of you playing Alice? You even started to lecture me."

"That's just because you hid it so well before, as for me, I never realized it. It's just that you suddenly started to become weak these two days, otherwise I would have reminded you a long time ago."

"Who do you think is responsible for my sudden weakness..."

Bad day complained feebly.

But Russell obviously didn't waver, just watched him quietly.

The big white dog sighed, had no choice but to lower his head slowly and admit it: "Actually, it's not that I hid it too well... It's that I forgot it myself. I also believed it myself.

"I thought I had accepted all of this. I believed that I had been able to bear his betrayal. I felt that the longing for him in the past had turned into hatred and hostility, and the warmth of the past had been shattered by me.

"But it wasn't until today that I realized...I realized that I hadn't forgotten even a little bit.

"When I saw Ms. Alice, the memories of the past and the stomach acid couldn't stop coming up. I felt like vomiting, and felt the burning pain in my heart. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. I want to make a joke, but I can't even laugh. I want to cry, but I feel that my mood has become calmer than ever...I only realized later that my activeness and cheerfulness in the past, But restless restlessness.

"I'm not sad, nor tired. I just feel a stomachache. There is a stagnation of depression in my chest, but I can't speak or spit it out. I can only sigh, a deep sigh."

Saying that, Bad Ri Shen Shen slowly sighed again: "But after I told you, I feel better...

"Is this what you learned from Huazhi?"

"For Ms. Huachu, this is skill, but for me it is instinct."

Russell really felt that the psychological pressure of the bad day has lightened, so he smiled: "This is not a kind of psychotherapy. It's just ordinary psychoanalysis."

"Then I may really need a professional psychotherapy."

Bad Day shrugged and raised his head again: "I guess you suddenly told me this because you got some information from director Amirus. Now you are giving me a vaccination... Am I right? ?”

His somewhat bewildered gaze became sharp and bright again—it wasn't that his mental illness was cured, but that his powerful blueshift allowed him to ignore his melancholy and forcibly become strong. He does this all the time.

"You guessed right."

Russell nodded.

He huddled on the chair, leaned his elbow on the right armrest, and said softly lazily: "Director Amirus knows a lot.

"He knows the Tower of Babel, he knows the head of the stag. He also knows where the man went."

"...It's not surprising. Although our Tower of Babel is wanted all over the world, strictly speaking, we are not enemies of elves and companies, but enemies of giant dragons who guard history. Depending on our close relationship with our own dragons 1. Different sky islands are obviously different in how much we want to be hunted down... and Thoth's power is relatively speaking the most supportive of our 'giant'. It often provides us with some convenience so that our members will not be caught.

"It can even be said that the reason why a 'bishop' can enter the Cyber ​​Church and become a bishop must not bypass Director Amirus."

Bad Ri said calmly: "This is also the reason why I dared to hand over the beheading of the saint to you and let you save him. I know where this thing came from, and I also know who you are going to save... Since I If you do this, it means that the risk will not be great.

"That old guy must know a lot of things. It's impossible to die so easily."

"In fact, before that man betrayed, he had been a double agent for the directors of Babel and Amirus. So he actually betrayed both of us at the same time...to the camp of the dragon."

"...the dragon in the ampoule?"

"That's right."

"No wonder he couldn't be found on the empty island. It turned out that he went to land with his new master..."

The big white-haired dog sneered: "Things like giant dragons don't trust him just because he is loyal enough. Flattery also finds the wrong person..."

Having said that, Bad Ri slowly reacted.

He suddenly closed his mouth and looked at Russell.

"Since he told you so much..."

"Yes, he also wants to make me a double agent."

Russell said without hesitation: "I thought about it, and I think this kind of thing needs to be explained directly to you—especially to the deer head.

"If not, any point of 'I don't want to say' may become a misunderstanding after others learn about it. Then it will become an introduction to the gradual disintegration of trust within the team.

"I told you this in advance. If you hear similar 'secrets' again... you should know what's going on, right?"

Being able to know this kind of secret that theoretically only they know~www.wuxiahere.com~ has the motivation to inform Bad Day.

This is intended to create internal discord.

Many protagonist teams fell apart because of this kind of "someone hiding a special secret", and other teammates learned a few words and misunderstood.

Russell would not let this happen to his team.

—Although he is still a rookie in the Tower of Babel, he has already regarded the Tower of Babel as his team without hesitation.

After all, his friends, people he likes, and the only senior he can trust are all in the Tower of Babel.

Compared with the emptiness and confusion when he first joined the Tower of Babel, he now has a somewhat "home" appearance.

"I understand, you don't need to teach so detailed..."

Bad Ri lowered his eyes: "You are not Alice, and I am not your student."

"It's better to say more than less, and it's better to say less than nothing."

The corners of Russell's mouth rose slightly, and he crossed his fingers and put them on his chest.

His tone and smile began to look more and more like a gentle and kind old man.

With the conversation with Bad Day, he and Director Amirus in the memory of the container of God began to converge and gradually synchronize: "I don't want any misunderstanding between us...."