Arknights, but the family has fallen again

Pattering.

Time seemed to start flowing again.

He moved the water out of the way, letting it lash and flow into the Rhodes Island ship's circulation system.

"I'm not sure." Ott: "Like you, my memory has gaps."

"That's exactly what's recorded in the archives." She didn't comment.

Intentionally emphasize how the archives...

Ott replied: "I lack the memory of a specific period. If I hadn't seen some of my personal characteristics, I would have thought I had changed into a new body."

Ott lowered his head and looked at his palm, only to find that the black spot was no longer there.

He was a little dazed: that part of flesh and blood had been frozen and replaced by the reconstruction of fate.

"You haven't answered that question yet," she asked. "Are you in love?"

“I do have a sense of…lack, but I’m not sure where it comes from,” Ott emphasized. “People in Rhode Island call me Doctor, but as far as I can remember, I haven’t earned a Ph.D.—I haven’t even considered pursuing one.”

The water flowed straight onto the ground, and soon accumulated thicker and thicker mist on the frosted glass.

"Then Otter, do you want to get married again?" She seemed quite satisfied with the answer and said with great interest: "That must be a great experience."

"According to the normal academic process, that would take up a lot of my time," Ott said tactfully. "But if I didn't consider the normal academic process, I would still have several doctoral degrees."

"It seems that Rhodes Island has indeed taken up a lot of your energy."

This is a strange reorganization of what Ott said not long ago, "scattered love and energy."

“Gradually accumulating advantages and achieving strategic goals is the type of game I like.”

"Speaking of accumulating advantages, Rhodes Island's native defense system is still closed, and you need to go online manually." It was still Ghost Shark's voice.

Defense system?

Closed state?

The person with the authority to shut it down... Was it really me who set up the plot to kill Theresa?

No, now is not the time to think about that.

If the conversation continues, she will only become more unscrupulous in exposing the truth.

Ott made a decision and closed the valve. After wiping it roughly, he walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

It was indeed Ghost Shark outside the door. A familiar smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her red eyes were hidden in the crescent-shaped smiling eyes, making them almost invisible.

"My lord, your terminal." The pale but tender hand handed over the terminal that Otto had left in the office not long ago.

But she had the opportunity to exchange terminals before.

Otto took the terminal and the breathing light flashed and disappeared.

really.

"..." He stared at the Agor girl for a long time, found a topic, and said, "Where are the clothes I just put here?"

Ghost Shark remained calm and said, "That suit was stained with too much blood. I've prepared new ones for you."

As he spoke, Ghost Shark opened the dormitory closet and took out a set of protective clothing. In the double dormitory where three people lived, in addition to Kal'tsit and Ghost Shark's clothes, Ott's spare protective clothing was also piled in the closet.

"The one stained with blood has already been disposed of by Kal'tsit. The one I put here is new."

Due to the reconstruction of fate, the protective suit was full of Otto's own blood.

Ghost Shark smirked and said, "Even so, that outfit is stained with sweat. Now that you've showered, it's best to change into fresh clothes."

Her thinking is very clear and her way of speaking is completely different from that of a nun!

"..." Ott looked at her for a long while, and seeing that Ghost Shark was staring at her intently, he asked, "I'm going to change clothes, won't you step aside for a moment?"

"As a believer, it is my responsibility to gaze upon the Lord's figure."

This guy doesn't have a nun personality at all—it's Laurentina, and he's still playing dumb!

Ott put the terminal back into Ghost Shark's hands, took the full set of clothes including the protective suit, then opened the frosted glass door and returned to the bathroom.

"My lord?"

Otto wiped it dry again and completed the process he had just blundered through.

Soon, he walked out of the bathroom wearing protective clothing.

Ghost Shark still maintained his composure, holding the terminal between his hands like a treasure.

Familiar footsteps were heard outside again.

This sound and rhythm...seems like the little leather shoes that Kal'tsit just changed into.

Ott touched his chin, his expression serious.

No, what weird things have you used your super intelligence for! ?

Chapter 161: Baby Natural Disaster

While devoting some of his time to figuring out the source of the sound, Ott also looked between Ghost Shark's hands. Just as Ott had seen him the last time, Ghost Shark was holding the terminal in his palm like a sacred object.

PRTS monitors the movements of the entire ship. From this perspective, she could definitely detect Kal'tsit's arrival first...

The footsteps stopped at the door.

"The door is not closed, come in." Otto didn't even raise his head, still thinking.

PRTS's sudden silence may not be due to my interruption...

The person who came was indeed Kal'tsit. She looked around vigilantly, and when she saw Ghost Shark holding the PRTS terminal, her breath stopped.

Regardless of how the method used is evaluated, Otto's "super intelligence" is indeed quite super - after only hearing it a few times, the sound of Kal'tsit's leather shoes hitting the floor has been burned into his brain.

Otto remained silent, but had some guesses.

Aside from the fact that they had neither the ability nor the willingness to confront me openly and honestly, there was a high probability that PRTS's sudden silence was because they had detected Kal'tsit's arrival.

Based on this, we can infer... Is PRTS avoiding Kal'tsit?

why?

In the relationship between her and Kal'tsit, she should be the one in control... No! PRTS and Precious are not the same entity.

In the most extreme case, there is even the possibility of hostility between PRTS and Precious.

Are you thinking of stealing a man?

Ott calmly retrieved the terminal from the Ghost Shark. This small certificate, which linked to the PRTS system inside the Rhodes Island ship, felt heavy but also gave Ott a surge of adrenaline.

No, is your XP abyss so deep?

But even if this possibility exists, restarting the original defense system will still do more harm than good - if operated properly, the probability of Rhodes Island being infiltrated is extremely small.

In the few short breaths after returning the terminal to his pocket, Otto made a new round of decisions: to silence Rhodes Island's native defense system.

If the native defense system is activated, PRTS's ability to move will become an extremely unstable factor: the possibility of Otto being locked up in the basement by PRTS and having all three legs broken is no longer zero.

Ott put his hands in his pockets and said to Maomao in the same posture as Kal'tsit, "Sorry for the wait. Let's go."

In the corridor, Amiya joined the team carrying another stack of information.

Along the way, the little rabbit's worry was almost written on his face.

"Don't worry." Kel'tsit said with a complicated expression: "He... knows his limits."

"Proportion!?" A familiar voice came from outside.

As the metal gate slowly rose, daylight suddenly appeared.

The Sarkaz girl had a sour face. She put one hand on her waist and said arrogantly, "Give me an inch, right?!"

Apparently, after "carrying some of the burden" for Ott, she felt she could let him off a bit. That wasn't entirely wrong; it was acceptable for her to deal with individual combat, but small-scale command, and large-scale combat, heroic units with charisma and appeal... Ott had always been very tolerant.

"Thank you for your hard work." Otto nodded. "If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have been able to complete that scene at all."

"..." W's pretty face seemed normal, but her words were a bit confusing: "Of course! Who am I? I'm willing to help you, so just be happy!"

The cat, who saw through all this, sighed secretly: When W realizes that her initial intuition is exactly the same as reality... where will all this lead?

Not to mention...

After the intense emotions of worry and concern receded, Kelsey suddenly realized that everything that happened to Bodracasti was so familiar. A set of lies shaped entirely by truth and real reactions... just like what Ott had done to her shortly after waking up.

Ott's words at that time echoed in Kel'tsit's mind: "If I deliberately weave a flawless lie... you will never be able to find the flaws with reason, logic alone."

“…Old woman! Are you listening?!”

W leaned close to Kal'tsit's ear and shouted.

But it was obvious that Mon3ter knew how to deal with this kind of situation. The Sarkaz girl's skirt was quickly hooked up by the huge claws, and her swimming posture in mid-air was quite funny.

Faced with this stomach-wrenching development, did W actually instinctively take over the script for the comedic role?!

"Sorry, I was distracted." Kyle looked towards the work site that was being carried out.

Large machines are constantly pouring out of the gates of Rhodes Island, and guerrilla fighters, snow monster squads, Sarkaz mercenaries, winter soldiers and engineers are placing them in appropriate positions.

Soon, partial dismantling operations will begin.

The blueprint ship Malta is about to receive several secondary spare keels.

It seems that Kal'tsit has learned the skill of multitasking well. While immersed in her inner world, she also took to heart the "discussion" just now by Otto and others.

"Doc Otter, if we place the Rhodes Island main ship in this location, the construction progress will indeed be guaranteed, but our ability to deliver to Kiri Castle and Longmen will also be greatly weakened."

"Don't worry, the plan still has enough redundancy." Otto reached out and took the other report in Amiya's hand.

Kal'tsit's heart tightened: it was another natural disaster report, signed with the real name of Operator "Eyjafjalla", Adele Naumann.

The natural disaster that had "encountered" Che City hadn't completely consumed the region's energy; instead, another disaster was brewing. According to the report Ott had intended to indicate the direction of his research, this disaster had a high probability of manifesting itself in the form of a storm.

Although it appeared as a storm in the original world line, considering the inherent complexity and volatility of the natural climate, coupled with the disturbance of Originium, the probability of this "baby disaster" appearing in the form of an earthquake is not zero.

Ott's goal is to reduce it to zero.

He casually pulled a pen from Kal'tsit's chest and sketched a few lines along the path of the storm predicted by the lamb. If successfully guided, this "baby disaster" would form a storm along the path drawn by Ott, "just in time" to paralyze the core city of Chernobog once again.

It would be best to stop it directly, but we also have to take into account the uncontrollable nature of natural disasters.

Prepare several Longmen urban areas for buffer?

No, leaking it would easily interfere with other plans...

Looking at Otto's focused and unconscious expression, Kal'tsit couldn't help but sigh again.

"If you sigh too much, your good luck will fly away."

The face of the ghost shark suddenly appeared on the cat's shoulder. Under the setting sun, the headscarf cast a circle of shadow in front of the nun's eyes.

The familiar feeling made Kal'tsit's heart tighten. After seeing that it was Ghost Shark, she looked at Ott again: While the physical condition had hardly improved, Ghost Shark's spirit recovered extremely quickly. Is this related to Ott?

Chapter 162 You are not an anesthesiologist!

"Wow! This motorcycle is awesome!" the big-tailed wolf, Provence, yelled as they raced off into the wilderness. The strong winds forced Eyjafjalla to cling tightly to Provence's waist, fearing she'd be thrown off.

A box was temporarily installed at the rear of the motorcycle, and on the heads of the two men, the "Participation is the Most Important" dream device served as a helmet.

You know what, it's quite suitable for this job!

"If I break the motorcycle, Sister Diling will be angry!" Although she was the weaker party, she still urged: "Let's go slower!"

"That's true..." Perhaps considering that he would have to ask the Earth Spirit to write a report for him later, Provence restrained himself a little.

It was a semi-open secret within Rhodes Island's Natural Disaster Department: most of the department's field data was actually handed over to the Earth Spirit, who then compiled the reports. And the instigator of this practice... was naturally the big-name wolf, Provence.

“We can see signs of a natural disaster cloud… but it’s too arbitrary to conclude that it’s about to turn into a storm. Affected by the Jingyu distribution zone, there’s a high possibility of an earthquake…” Provence stopped the motorcycle, stretched out his hand to build a shed in front of him, and looked at the fiery clouds on the horizon.

"Senior's judgment must have its reasons!" Ayafara said firmly.

"Is this how you call us 'seniors'?" Provence teased, "Ever since you met the Doctor, you basically don't call us 'seniors' anymore!"