Arknights, but the family has fallen again

"From the moment you became lustful towards her body, your dignity has completely fallen to the ground." Kal'tsit commented sharply.

For her, Otto's reaction to the "women" on the land of Terra is almost the same as Otto's reaction to the "females" on the land of Terra.

Ott could have continued to refute, but that would only make things worse, so he simply changed the subject: "Would you like to go for a walk together sometime?"

"What an abrupt turn." Kal'tsit raised her head slightly and sighed, "It's almost midnight now."

"Walk at this time?"

"You should have come up with something more appropriate."

"Excessive daytime fatigue can throw your body clock off, but you don't have to keep throwing it off."

She turned her back to Ott and firmly but clumsily grabbed his right hand, almost pulling him forward.

"Where to go?"

"Your office."

Ott's eyes widened.

No!

What do you mean!?

Didn’t you say you don’t have to make the same mistake over and over again?!

You're asking me to work overtime at this hour?!

Noticing Otto's stiffness, Kal'tsit turned back, but did not shorten her pace at all.

She said, "Resisting work? Now I'm somewhat convinced that you really have lost your memory."

"Could it be that your abnormal desire for control is actually the result of your acquired learning?"

She smiled unconsciously and said, "That's unfortunate. Your brain has returned to Rhodes Island after three years, and your limbs are eager to seek your orders, Doc Otter."

"The lynx...smiled..." the nun said timidly.

Not only did she smile, she also changed back to a more intimate name.

“…” Kal’tsit’s pretty face instantly turned cold again.

She looked straight ahead again and exerted a little force, switching from pulling to dragging.

This undoubtedly affected Ott's wound.

"Ah, it hurts! Be gentler!"

Kal'tsit followed suit and immediately changed to holding hands.

Thus, another wonderful composition appeared.

In the midnight corridor, Kal'tsit stared intently ahead, the light shining on her face. She held Ott's hand and walked forward. In the darkness, the nun clutched Ott's skirt, following closely. Between them, Ott was restrained from front and back.

The cold light could not penetrate his hood, but his body language clearly described his embarrassment.

In short: looks very gossip-worthy.

Chapter 22 He Victorious Again and Again

"Dr. Ott, wake up." Kal'tsit had already put on her clothes. She stood in front of Ott's extremely crowded bed and said condescendingly.

The white-haired man slept peacefully, without a frown or a melancholy look on his face, as if the past had really left him.

It was obviously a decision she made personally, but she still felt angry when she looked at Otto's sleeping face.

Or was it the sight of another sleeping face beside Otto that aroused her anger?

I'm afraid even Kal'tsit herself can't figure out the complex emotions involved.

Last night...early this morning, Kal'tsit pulled Otto to work for three hours straight.

The results are gratifying.

She relived Otto's work efficiency from a first-person perspective.

Although Otto was extremely clumsy when he first started many of his jobs, he learned - or rediscovered these work abilities - very quickly.

So fast that it frightened Kal'tsit.

Did he really lose his memory?

Before testing it seven or eight times in a row through various means, Kal'tsit would never dare to believe this easily.

after all……

Although it could not take into account the intelligence resources at Kal'tsit's disposal, only two of PRTS's 167 simulations of Otto's rescue operation were successful.

If Hedley and the other two were included, the success rate of the rescue operation would be greatly increased, but at the same time, they would have to face even more unpredictable consequences...

However, just as she expected and feared: the most difficult part of the operation all happened before welcoming the Doctor back.

Since Otto woke up, everything... has been going incredibly smoothly!

Victory, victory, and still victory.

Such continuous and natural victories made Kal'tsit more frightened and angry.

Back then, he promised victory and delivered victory after victory.

If failure doesn't exist in his dictionary at all, then...is the failure at that time also another kind of victory?

A cruel victory?

Another exchange tactic?

Perhaps there was no place for Terra on the Doctor's chessboard from the beginning?

After a brief journey together, he sacrificed Theresa for his own goals without hesitation?

Kal'tsit waited for a long time, looking at Otto's sleeping face and thinking.

Anger drove her to do something, but she could do nothing about Ott.

Facing Otto...she could only choose to protect him and take care of him.

Even the option of pretending to obey but actually disobeying cannot effectively form thoughts, and anger is just anger.

Just like that, after the first call, Kal'tsit was silent for a long time.

Ott's facial expression twisted as she woke him up, but as he found a new pillow, his expression became peaceful again.

New pillow! ?

You filthy bastards in horny Agor!

This scene diverted her focus, and Kal'tsit wanted to kick him, but finally bent down.

She sat beside Ott, her lips, slightly dry from the winter air, pointed to his ear and breathed softly, "Hu——"

The warm air tickled Otto's ear canal. He frowned, let go of the ghost shark's body again, and turned to hug the other side which was now empty.

Kelsey straightened up as if nothing had happened.

Her cold hand slid along the gap in the quilt, from Otto's face to his neck, and then continued to go deeper into the quilt, pressing against his chest.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

My heart wasn't back to peak health, but that wasn't the therapy device's fault.

Further monitoring is needed to ensure his life safety...

"Doc Otter... Doc Otter, wake up. It's getting late."

It was actually quite early: December 24th, 6:31.

Kal'tsit "wasted" twenty-four minutes after the first call.

"Doc Otter died in the fight with Doc Lazy..." Ott pushed Kal'tsit's hand away and said in a daze, "Let me sleep a little longer..."

Did I just call him "Doc Otter" again!?

Although no one saw it, Kal'tsit began to suppress her surprise and forced herself to put on a poker face.

She paused and said, "Based on the report provided by PRTS, Dr. Ott's sleep hours have met your physiological needs in the past twenty-four hours."

"Plus, up to five hours of deep sleep itself is enough to ensure you're energized for the moment."

"Based on the above..."

Otto sealed the old lynx's mouth with his palm.

Otto had already sat up, and the quilt naturally slipped off.

His upper body caught Kal'tsit's eye, and a pink scar lay across his ventricle.

That was the epidermis that had been rapidly restored by the Originium technique. Because it hadn't yet undergone sufficient metabolism and was covered in a layer of dead skin, it appeared exceptionally tender.

Kal'tsit's hand was just there.

She looked closely and found that the outline of Otto's muscles had completely disappeared during his three years of slumber. She was afraid that only by pressing hard could she find those few traces.

The broad shoulders, lacking firm muscles, looked somewhat bony visually, and even aroused Kal'tsit's desire to protect her.

In the past, Doc Otter was in much healthier shape than this... However, even at his strongest, his physical condition was not enough to resist the force of any adult Terran woman...

Kal'tsit collected her thoughts and took Otto's hand away with a cold face.

She put on her headphones and then choked, "Are you awake? Or are you sleepwalking?"

"It's hard to say." Ott looked at the sleeping face of the nun beside him, then looked at Kal'tsit and asked, "PRTS, what time is it now?"

The voice came out of the terminal again: "Good morning, Doc Otter, the time is now 6:34."

PRTS specifically used the terminal to communicate with others. This was the second time Kal'tsit had seen this happen. Although there were no broadcasting facilities in the bedroom, choosing the terminal was reasonable, but...

This is the PRTS system's special response to Otter.

Worthy of attention.

She remained calm and said to Ott, "Hurry up and wash up and put on your protective suit."

"Many of the current employees of Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals have never even met you."

"As your first official appearance, many people have unrealistic expectations of you."

Otto gestured to show that he understood.

She paused, then continued, "I have other things to attend to this morning, but I will accompany you until another operator can take over your security."

Kal'tsit looked at Ghost Shark again.

Based on last night's field investigation, Ghost Shark's mental state is indeed much more stable now.

But when it comes to OTE...even the smallest safety risks must be taken into consideration.

Ott put on his gloves and pulled up his hood, completely hiding his face without any racial features.

"PRTS, tell me when Ghost Shark wakes up, and comfort her and tell her my location."

Tsk.

Kelsey crossed her arms and said, "What are you still hesitating about?"

Chapter 23 This information is extremely valuable and must be kept to yourself

In the wilderness, the sun had passed its highest point and began to set.

"What did Kal'tsit say?" Inès asked.

W throws a stone with force, and the stone falls to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

She replied: "The old woman said that someone would come to cooperate with our actions."

"What about the attack on the dragon gate? Did you tell her?" Hedley stood on the other side of W, together with Inès, sandwiching the petite W in the middle.

"The only attack target nearby is Longmen. She's not stupid!" W said bitterly, "Even if she is stupid, that bastard Otto is not stupid!"

"It's hard to say whether the evil spirit is stupid or not, but hasn't he lost his memory?" Inès also picked up a stone and threw it forward. "Maybe he doesn't even remember where the Dragon Gate is."