Ark, after I died, the operators began to love me

But that doesn't mean Mike doesn't like those girls.

This is probably because it is difficult to change one's nature.

The man chuckled and hid all his worries.

The fallen angel Mostima suddenly stopped and couldn't help but look back again, but still saw nothing.

"what happened to you?"

Red Liberi noticed something was wrong with his companion, and cautiously took out a small monocular telescope from his jacket pocket, and looked carefully in the direction Mostima turned his head.

The equipment she was holding was not an ordinary telescope. The internal structure was engraved with Lateran inscriptions and was resistant to distortion. The lens was a custom-made product produced by the Columbia Joint Investigation Association and had not yet entered the market. Even if one wanted to buy it, one had to go through designated channels.

Unfortunately, no trace of Mike was found.

The fallen angel frowned and whispered, "I always feel like someone is watching us."

"No way?"

The place was very quiet, without any sound.

If you were in some empty wilderness, there would always be birds and animals, but no life had been found in the area where they were.

Fiammetta pulled out the pistol from the holster on his waist with his left hand and said nervously, "Don't scare me. Now is not the time to play a prank."

"I do not have."

Mostima shook her head, but her action frightened Liberi even more.

Maybe there really is something here, but they just can't find it.

"Don't scare yourself. Besides us, there is also Dr. Kal'tsit. If there is any problem, she should inform us in time."

"Nonsense, can you contact Dr. Kal'tsit now? It's impossible. In places with severe distortion, even communication equipment will fail."

Fiammetta recalled some archival records he had seen at the notary office. The most distorted parts were always accompanied by things that people could hardly imagine.

For example, seeing phantoms of the past, or seeing a dead person standing in front of you alive.

Most victims of the distortion disappear or become nothingness.

Mostima grabbed Liberi's hand holding the cross and said, "Look, this thing is still working. If you don't believe me, you should always believe the Pope."

If even what the Pope said is wrong, this earth is probably beyond salvation.

Thinking of this, Fiameta felt much better and complained, "We should apply for better equipment."

Mostima smiled and sighed, "Who knew the situation in the outer ring of Longmen was so serious?"

Mike scratched his hair about ten meters behind them, as if his appearance had caused them a lot of trouble.

How could he know that Mostima's perception was so high that she could detect him following her from such a distance.

However, this time he chose the blind spot that the opponent could not see, so there should be no problem.

"So don't worry, if there was a problem, we would have been in an accident a long time ago."

Mostima's next words made Liberi's hair stand on end. He even doubted whether the fallen angel in front of him was a real person, or had been replaced long ago.

"Don't let such a horrible thing happen to me."

The fallen angel reached out and knocked on his companion's forehead in annoyance: "You sound more and more like that girl Lemiaoan. I heard that she went to a monastery that we lost contact with a long time ago to carry out a mission and has not returned yet. Why don't we wait until we return this time to take a look at the situation."

"Makes sense."

With this conversation, Fiammetta regained some of her composure, but she was still worried.

Just as they were walking along a long-abandoned path, in the blink of an eye, the weeds that had covered the roadside disappeared, replaced by bustling street shops, a constant stream of pedestrians, and local residents carrying vegetable baskets and looking around.

The two of them walked among the crowd, almost indistinguishable from these phantoms, and sometimes people would cast curious glances at them, because the Laterans were really rare in other places, even in Longmen.

The well-trained duo did not panic after noticing something unusual. Mostima even picked up items from a street shop with great interest, looked at them carefully, and then put them down, highlighting her curiosity.

"Do you see what's wrong?"

“This was more than 30 years ago, when the land was still very busy.”

"But isn't this Longmen's resource area? I heard it's about to be abandoned."

"More than 30 years ago, Longmen was not as prosperous as it is now. Even Lord Wei failed to take it back from Ursus. This land has a strong mark of the North."

After saying this, the fallen angel looked back again. In front of the store she passed by, although it was empty, the owner seemed to be talking to someone.

She felt a slight movement in her heart and continued to move forward, but her speed slowed down a lot.

"We may have encountered a distortion that is not common, but not too difficult."

"Are you saying that everything we see is the effect of the source of distortion?"

"Yes, what we saw were memories, or something else. This can only prove one thing, that we are now very close to the source of the distortion and have entered the other party's illusion."

Fiammetta remembered something: "If you say so, we may run into Dr. Kal'tsit here. We are in a hallucination, and she must be in a hallucination as well. If we stay here for a while, we may be able to find her."

……

The more special the situation, the more we should act collectively.

Mike agreed with Red Liberi's judgment.

When he entered the illusion, he felt that everything here was distorted, including the conversations of passers-by, the goods displayed on the street, and the not-so-bright and low-heat sun above his head.

He deliberately did not follow, but stood in a roadside shop and chatted with the owner for a few words, picked up some short-term food, and saw the specific time on the packaging bag.

1064 years.

At this point in time, Longmen was still under the control of Ursus, and a considerable number of Longmen residents could speak Ursus to some extent.

In addition to the word "Yan Guo" on the food packaging bags, there are also short Ursus words.

The source of the distortion was an Ursus, or at least his memory, a beautiful memory.

4. The most romantic thing with Kal'tsit

It would perhaps be a cruel thing to interrupt him, but this was 1103, not 1064.

A generation will eventually grow old, but there will always be someone young.

The glasses Mike was wearing were unable to detect the emotions of the phantom opposite him, which meant that the other party was not a real creature.

Just like the Lady Rose they had targeted in the Outer Ring, she was just a memory from the past.

But it is not easy to find out where the real problem lies.

The other party was completely immersed in memories, and everything here was his protective color.

As if to make everything more real, when Mike reached into his pocket, he actually felt a few old Longmen coins.

The old style of Longmen coins is completely different from the new era's azure blue banknotes. They have small denominations and limited purchasing power. A considerable number of people use Ursus rubles. After all, this mobile city currently belongs to the Northern Empire.

"A piece of bread, thank you."

Mike bought a piece of bread. When the shop owner put a large piece of bread weighing two kilograms into his hands, his glasses showed that he was holding a ball of air, but his hands could feel the weight of the bread.

With frequent contact with the illusion, even Mike would be deeply affected and believe that this piece of air Leba existed.

"Sorry, please give way."

Just as Mike was about to leave, a girl with freckles on her face and exuding a youthful aura ran out of the bakery, carrying a large package that was completely inconsistent with her thin figure, and ran away in a hurry.

In a way, this is also a takeaway?

Looking at the girl's oversized shoes that didn't fit her feet and splashed mud on the ground from time to time, Mike took a bite of the bread.

A bit hard, very dry, with a slight sour taste.

Passersby on the street looked at him as if he were a fool.

Is this how you eat Leba?

"I was eating air and it felt real."

Mike looked down at his hands, and even he became a little unreal.

In other words, he further integrated into the other party's illusory memory.

Just as Mike was about to leave, a team of gendarmes in gray uniforms came running from the other side of the street. Pedestrians stepped back when they saw them, lowering their heads and not daring to move or speak, for fear that they would accidentally provoke them and suffer an unexpected disaster.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen fully armed military police surrounded Mike aggressively, and some of them pointed weapons at him, as if they were ready to execute him on the spot if he disagreed with them.

"You! The authorities now suspect you are a spy for Yan Country! Please come with us and accept investigation!"

Mike: ?

Is this...

Military police had already held his arms on both sides, handcuffed him, and dragged him into a pack animal cart.

The attention of Mostima and Fiammetta, who were not far away, was attracted. They stood on both sides of the street like passers-by, not daring to speak loudly.

It was not until the gendarmes' pack animal carts had left that the residents resumed their actions with trepidation. Liberi then asked in a low voice, "What happened just now?"

"how could I know."

The fallen angel thought for a moment, and brushed his short hair by his ears with his fingers, as if he understood something: "I heard that the Ursus Empire had a very terrifying period of purge. As long as the military police suspected someone, they would directly arrest the person for interrogation, and even execute the prisoner without review or judgment."

Liberi exclaimed: "Isn't this too scary?!"

"I don't know. I just heard it. If you want to know what happened, I suggest you find a few Ursus people to find out the situation and then compare their answers..."

Fiammetta quickly interrupted his companion's description: "It's even more terrifying if you say that!"

"I'm just kidding. Don't take it seriously. We can't easily draw conclusions about the situation in Ursus. After all, we are not involved. The Pope has repeatedly taught us to seek truth from facts and never believe in rumors without any evidence."

"So the resident was captured?"

"Ah."

The fallen angel was silent for a few seconds, then murmured in a tone that his companions could not hear: "I seem to know the person who was taken away. Strange."

……

As expected, Mike was taken to the local gendarmerie. The expressionless gendarmes who refused to say a word roughly stuffed him into an underground cell.

Just as I remembered, the underground cell was cold and damp, the environment was terrible, and there were often reptiles passing by, which made people feel creepy and terrified.

The man waved his right hand, blowing away the haphazardly spread straw, revealing a gray wooden bed.

It seems that the owner of this memory has experienced a lot, even been in jail.

What really made Mike unable to hold back was that he remembered that this was the third time he had been to a cell in a short period of time.

It couldn't be worse.

"Mike?"

A cold call came.

Mike's eyes widened. The sound came from next door.

Why is Kal'tsit here?

This was his first thought.

But the second thought became "Kal'tsit actually came in before him?!"

We were classmates, even though we were behind bars, but when you think about it, it's still a bit romantic.

"Don't move, just listen to me."

Kal'tsit's tone did not fluctuate, as if she was talking about a commonplace matter.

"When I entered the illusion, I was fiercely attacked by the source of distortion. This is his territory. I don't belong to his memory, so I am blocked here. The military police wandering the streets are his self-defense consciousness, which is generally not activated actively..."

Mike replied calmly, "I ate a piece of bread, which is not what Ursus is used to. I think that's why the abnormality was detected. What about you?"

Kal'tsit was silent for a moment, then said faintly: "I summoned M3."

A monster like the M3 looks weird no matter how you look at it, right?

Mike reached out and grabbed the iron bars of the cell, snorting, "I can break out of the cell right now. This place can't hold me."

"If you do this, it will only exacerbate the distortion and cause this memory to begin to collapse. Even the land in reality will become completely void as a result."

Kal'tsit continued to persuade: "Why not use the method of sneaking in, change your identity to one that is difficult for the other party to detect, find him, and directly give him a fatal blow."

Mike shook his head: "Too slow, use my method."