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

"I……"

Li Boli gently bumped the fallen angel's back with his forehead. "The dead cannot be resurrected. You and I both know this."

"sorry."

With the comfort of her companions, Mostima's mood improved a little. She remembered what she had said before, that everything she saw in the distorted environment was not real. The Doctor she saw might just be a projection in her mind.

"I want to tell him that I still love him."

"Okay, after we resolve this matter, I will go to Columbia with you."

"Thank you."

"You rarely say thank you, but now you're actually thanking me for a man..."

Mostima's shoulders stiffened. She slowly turned around and looked at Fiammetta's face seriously: "You'd better read less of Longmen romance novels."

"I have never bought any novels from Longmen, okay...I only read the ones from Lemiaoan."

Fiammetta's argument seemed so weak that under the gaze of the fallen angel, she had no choice but to slowly lower her head and admit that she was just curious and accidentally looked at those things.

In order to prevent this guy from talking nonsense again, Mostima stuffed the pills into Liberi's mouth again, and she also took a bite.

The pills prepared by Miss Mulberry have a good effect in refreshing the mind, but whether they can resist the influence of distortion is still unknown.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Fiammetta uttered a series of meaningless shouts, pulled Lamostima's clothes hard, and pointed at the sign on the roadside.

here it is……

The bakery they passed by earlier.

Right here a man was arrested by the gendarmerie.

Mostima became serious. They had just walked such a long way and taken several detours. How did they end up back here?

Could this be the core of the source of the distortion?

"Be careful."

Fiammetta could barely make some clear sounds. She simply pulled the grenade launcher on her back to the front and held it horizontally, aiming it at the bakery. If there was any movement, she would blow the place into ruins.

"I think I heard some sound?"

A series of shrill screams spread out from the bakery, and the sound waves materialized, like a stone falling into a calm lake. Ripples spread out from the bakery, shattering large areas of fragile items in the surrounding buildings.

Mostima and Fiammetta held pills in their mouths, forming a circular shield on their body surfaces, barely able to resist the indiscriminate spread of sound waves, but this also accelerated the consumption of the pills, and Liberi even accidentally bit off the pill with too much force.

How could this be?

Suddenly, a figure flew out of the bakery and fell directly to the ground.

Liberi's eyes suddenly widened, and she suddenly raised her head and looked at Mostima. The fallen angel couldn't help but cover her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

Why is the Doctor here?

They were not mistaken. The person flying out of the bakery was Mike, wearing a black coat with the Rhode Island logo printed on it.

Earlier, when Mike was passing by the street, he seemed to hear someone calling him, but considering that this was the core of the source of distortion, anything could happen, so he did not respond.

It wasn't until he entered the bakery that he noticed anything unusual.

Everything in the building was charred, with nothing left after the fire. However, when standing outside and looking inside, it was intact. There were yellow breads in the cupboards, giving off an enticing aroma.

He immediately concluded that the store's exterior remained bright and shiny because the time on the street was 1064, while the time inside the store was unknown.

The year 1064 represents the beautiful memory where the source of the distortion originated, while the bakery is the other party's lifelong nightmare.

Immediately afterwards, a series of screams came from the depths, and Mike seemed to be hit by something and flew out.

Dr. An is not suitable for appearing on the front battlefield at all. He has poor physical resistance and insufficient endurance. He can't stand the sonic attack alone.

But something unexpected happened at this time.

Mike turned his head after falling to the ground, and saw Fiammetta with a face full of fear, and Mostima with a complicated expression and emotions that could not be described in words.

Damn it.

How could he appear in front of his former operators like this?

Surprisingly, although the Rutland duo saw him fall to the ground, they did not come to help him.

The fallen angel took slow steps, approaching little by little.

The red Liberi behind him shouted: "Don't go over there, Mostima. Everything you see now is an illusion, not real. The doctor is dead!"

"I know."

Mostima yelled, but she still came to Mike without hesitation.

The fallen angel tried to touch the man's face with trembling hands, but when his fingertips were halfway raised, he slowly lowered them.

Those painful, soulful eyes looked at Mike.

"Doctor, I haven't even told you that I like you, and you left me."

After hearing this, Mike understood a lot.

The Rutland duo thought he was an illusion created by the source of the distortion.

But Mostima couldn't control his emotions and couldn't help but walk over.

Fiammetta even directly mounted the howitzer with a ferocious look on his face. As long as he made any movement, he would be fired a grenade immediately.

"Mastema, why are you here?"

Mike was also looking at her, the fallen angel was stunned, and then he understood.

The Doctor is an illusion created by the source of distortion, representing the most beautiful memories in the fallen angel's heart. So he knows nothing about the past, and everything remains before the accident.

"Nothing, it's just nice to see you."

Mastema stretched out her arms and hugged Mike tightly.

The red Libori gave him a splitting headache. He was clearly told it was an illusion, so why did he take it seriously?

Being so close to the source of the distortion, an accident might happen.

"I like you, and I hate you."

"Mastema."

"But we should say goodbye. I will always remember you."

7. From now on, I don’t like you anymore

Tears welled up from her eyes as the short-haired angel said her farewell words, also saying goodbye to her past self.

Sure enough, seeing the Doctor in her memory was her punishment.

Maybe time can smooth everything out, but that will be a long, long time in the future.

If they can't be together, just wait 200 years, maybe time will make all the emotions calm down.

Mostima loosened his hand and stepped back. There was two or three meters between them, but it seemed like a galaxy was embedded in them.

"From now on, I don't like you anymore."

Be firm and resolute in attitude.

They stared at each other, saying nothing, responding with silence.

Fiammetta couldn't decide whether to fire the grenade or not.

"You are here."

Kal'tsit's cold voice came from behind.

Ms. Filin, wearing a traditional Ursus robe, arrived at the scene with her pet, finally easing the depressing atmosphere.

But Kal'tsit quickly turned her attention to Mike.

"I'm sorry to have let you see such an embarrassing scene. He is a projection I created. I think it might be more appropriate to let the Doctor deal with the current situation."

“Is it just a projection?”

Mostima did not speak. It was Fiammetta who asked the question. She could not help but continue to ask: "Dr. Kal'tsit, wouldn't this be like a necromancer, desecrating the peace of the dead?"

Mike felt so weird in his heart. Just now Red Liberi was pointing a grenade launcher at him, but now he was speaking for him. He was a pretty nice guy.

"Not counting."

Kelsey shook her head.

"The current PhD is a personality simulated and calculated by PRTS. Due to limited computing power, there are only a few things that can be done, but it is still possible to recognize one or two people."

It turned out to be the case.

Fiammetta nodded, no longer doubting.

The fallen angel gave Kal'tsit enough respect: "Rhodes Island's advanced technology is amazing."

PRTS easily accomplished what even the Lateran Notary Office had failed to do, which reminded her of the time when they were lying in the game cabin and playing Haisi together.

Those scenes were so real that they thought the sea had really broken through the coastline and come to the land, and humans were about to become extinct.

Later, after the technical department operators explained again and again, they slowly put their minds at ease, because they could adjust their pain perception through the game cabin. Even if they were killed by Hai Si, they could quickly revive in the Iberian Holy Song City in the rear and continue to join the battle.

So it's just a game.

Thinking of this, Mostima had an idea in his mind.

"Doctor Kal'tsit, I wonder if such a process can be run independently without PRTS?"

"Sure, sure. What do you want to do?"

"I haven't thought about it yet. Once I have thought about it, I will consider discussing it with the doctor."

The conversation ended here, and Mastema didn't want to continue.

Kal'tsit stretched out her hand and made two gestures, meaning to stand up. As expected, Mike stood beside her like a robot without saying a word.

The man remembered the few words of advice Kal'tsit had given them when they entered the illusion. The giant lynx had thought about all the possible troubles they might encounter from the very beginning and proposed a plan to deal with them.

But Mike felt it was a little strange that Kal'tsit was giving him a shot of prevention.

"I have learned through investigation that the bakery is the source of the distortion, but I don't know the specific circumstances."

"I saw the doctor go in and get kicked out. He might know something about it."

Kal'tsit looked over and said that it was you who spoke.

The two people who always had a tacit understanding could communicate through eye contact. Mike described it in a calm tone: "The situation in the bakery is special. Only by going in can you see the scene after the fire. It is almost impossible to find clues. And there seems to be a voice inside that doesn't want me to get close."

"awesome."

Mostima exclaimed, and what she meant was that Rhodes Island's artificial intelligence technology was so advanced.

“Can we start from the outside?”

Fiameta looked eager to try, and the three people present had guessed Liberi's idea, which was to use a grenade launcher to blow up the bakery once and for all.

"It can wait a little longer." Kal'tsit interrupted her request, "We still have a helper who hasn't arrived yet."

"what?"

Is there anyone else besides them?

"he came."

The temperature around them suddenly dropped, black snowflakes floated in the sky, and the iconic appearance scene made the Lateran duo immediately think of the Ursus Internal Guard.

"I didn't expect that Dr. Kal'tsit could invite such a person. Wouldn't the Longmen officials have any objections?"

Kal'tsit didn't say anything. She just wanted to solve the problem, and Longmen's opinion was not within her consideration.

"My Lord, you have indeed found the source, and there are people from Rutland. It seems that you are well prepared."

There was no positive response to what the inner guard said. Kelsey pointed to the bakery and said, "The source is here. My people went in and tried, but it didn't work. We have to find another way."

"No, I know he's in there, let me do it."

……

Longmen city area.