Chapter 16 The Land of Sighs (16)
The Archives Headquarters is located in the most prosperous central area of the Eruption District. There is a constant flow of people coming and going. When pedestrians pass by, they always deliberately bypass the members of the organization who come in and out of this high-rise building at will. Don't mess with the "archives", this has almost become a consensus.
The interior of the building is simple and clean. It seems low-key, but it is exquisite and detailed everywhere. Looking up, you can see the reflection of the moving figures in the glass ceiling. There is also a light luxury violin decoration on the counter in the lobby, which is accompanied by plaster aromatherapy, softening the cold texture of the silver-white main tone.
The receptionist took the ID card with a smile. She remembered this person, the newcomer who came to apply for the card last night. Slender fingers brushed over the delicate petals, and the end that was handed over seemed to be lingering with fragrance. "This is a private account used to collect tasks and settle amounts. Please keep it."
"Please do not hand over your ID card to others."
The gray-haired woman thanked him concisely and clearly. She raised her hand and lightly pressed the brim of her hat, and the black feathers on her big hat trembled slightly. But what really made people care was the coldness when she occasionally raised her eyes, which was like the deepest black at the bottom of the sea.
When the receptionist came to his senses, she had already lowered her hat to cover half of her face and walked towards the door, with the tail of her coat fluttering.
Although there is no application threshold in the file, there are still very few newcomers. After all, the missions of the Archives are not easy. Even if you join, you are just an extra staff member. To become a member of the organization, you have to go through various interviews and assessments.
It is the style of the Archives. Dorota walked out of the Archives headquarters with the wind. If there were another organization, it would be difficult to have the patience to lurk.
Besides, she did not intend to infiltrate the inside.
Dorota randomly picked one from the cooperative missions to take on. She did not know the other person, but this did not prevent her from murdering the latecomer. In the middle of the mission, she "accidentally" saved her companion who was almost killed by the claws of the alien.
Her high heels stepped on the coagulated blood, and her hands wrapped in white gloves tightened. She easily lifted up the girl with tears on her face with one hand, and pressed down her bowler hat.
"What a trouble! I'm not here to save you."
The ending of the lazy tone was still lingering, her voice was charming, with indescribable elegance and attachment, and her reddish-brown lips were hot as if they were born from love. The girl who had escaped from the desperate situation looked at her dully, until the gray-haired woman ruthlessly let go and let her fall to the ground, and then she woke up.
...Alive, alive!!
The hood on the girl's head slipped off, revealing the furry cat ears, which trembled flexibly for a few times. Dorota closed her eyes and looked at the frightened girl. She did not comfort her, but just adjusted her gloves indifferently.
The cat-eared girl looked up and stared at the mature and charming face of the gray-haired woman, and she was absent-minded for a moment. She blinked her moist eyes, noticed the gray-haired woman's movement to leave, whimpered slightly, stood up hurriedly, and followed closely behind.
"How long are you going to follow me?"
The cat-eared girl belatedly realized how stupid her behavior was. She looked up to meet the woman's teasing smile, blushed, stammered her thanks, and carefully observed the person's expression for a while before she mustered up the courage to ask, "Can I team up with you to carry out the next mission?"
Dorota stopped and turned sideways, "Sure, but I have two questions to ask you first. First, how long have you been in the organization?"
"Ah? Me... I just joined a few days ago."
"Do you know the specific functions of each floor of the headquarters?"
"I don't know much. The first floor is the lobby. In addition to the front desk responsible for handling new accounts and receiving problem feedback, there are also rest areas and entertainment areas, and most intelligence transactions are conducted here. The second floor is the treatment area, with many recovery cabins, and occasionally there will be healing awakeners to help. The third floor is where mission results are submitted."
"Above the third floor require identity identification, and people like us are not allowed to enter."
After she finished speaking, she saw Dorota nodded, and when she heard the gray-haired woman ask for her terminal, she just handed it over obediently. She was confused, and only reacted when she saw that there was one more contact in the list, but by then the gray-black figure had disappeared.
The cat's tail swayed sensitively. She thought for a moment, clicked into the dialogue box, greeted politely, and told the other party to call her Xiaoyao.
Therefore, she noticed the note that Dorota had set when adding the contact account.
Clematis.
She vaguely remembered that there was a plant called this that was once very popular in the imperial capital, but now it has become extinct. While it aroused regret, she couldn't help but recall the subsequent meaning.
Noble, beautiful heart, forgiveness, and deception.
"Okay, we will verify the completion of the task."
The inspector who received the completion information adjusted his glasses and looked at the gray-haired woman in front of him. The slightly exaggerated top hat cast a shadow that made it difficult to see her expression, revealing only a false smile that was not covered by the card against her lips. The card turned over at her fingertips.
"The mission is accomplished. The alien is still in that alley. Do you want to study it?" The gray-haired woman's question startled him, but when the inspector looked at her, she just smiled and said, "Hey, why are you so nervous? I was just kidding."
... Forget it, a newcomer who just came here doesn't know anything. There's nothing to worry about.
"Don't say such things to others casually."
"Ah, I see."
The tone was still indifferent, and it was obvious that she didn't take his words to heart. The inspector sighed, but didn't say anything more. He was about to confirm the results of the mission and call the logistics staff to handle the finishing work and clean up the scene. At this moment, the gray-haired woman suddenly asked, "Can we go upstairs?"
"No."
"Ah... can I ask what the other floors are for? I'm very curious. After all, everything here is very curious." As she said this, her voice sounded like she was reading from a script without any emotion, but she did it on purpose. "I heard that a big shot from the imperial capital has recently come to the organization."
"I really want to meet the executive officer."
"Listen, you'd better put away your curiosity. The organization strictly prohibits inquiries about anything related to the imperial capital, especially the royal family and the executive officer."
"Is that so..." She suddenly threw the blank card in her hand onto the table, blending into the messy pile of cards, and no one could tell anything was wrong.
She smiled, took off her hat and gently placed it aside.
Her deep ruby-like pupils were filled with thick ink that could not be dissolved, and there was a surge of danger, as if to drag people into the abyss. She lowered her voice and said, "Why don't you lend me your memory?"
When he met her gaze, the inspector was indeed dazed for a moment, but it was very short-lived, and he soon woke up. Dorota smiled, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.
A mid-level awakener who can resist the ability of the predator? It was really surprising that the royal family would specially add a mental shielding protection layer to the ordinary inspectors of the archives.
No wonder Yu Bufeng said that it was difficult to get information about the executive officer's fixed whereabouts, unless someone at the top of the file was kidnapped, but this would be counterproductive and arouse the vigilance of the imperial capital.
However...
When she entered the elevator, an intelligent female voice sounded at the right time, gently asking her which floor she was going to. Dorota naturally chose to go back to the first floor. But she did not return to the lobby, but chose a single lounge to go in.
There is a map.
Dorota looked up at the surveillance camera, which stopped patrolling and projected a simple digital model. The observer who had been busy all morning also said at this time: "I copied the general idea without details. If you need it later, I will find time to improve it."
"Thank you, friend."
The sea of consciousness is very similar to the consciousness space of the spiritual awakeners. It stores the past of the plunderers and also creates their ability to remember everything they have seen. The things they have seen will remain in the sea of consciousness like memory fragments. As long as they are willing, they can remember them at any time.
The blue sea was rolling up waves, and the tiny ripples soon subsided. Dorota came back to her senses. She put her hand on her chin and looked up at the tall figure standing in front of her. The gray-haired woman who looked completely different from her also turned around at this time.
The shirt was spotless white, the retro bow tie was neatly arranged, adorned with a translucent blood-red gem, the waistband was tightly tied, and the silver chain was gently swaying. The black skirt was a bold and gorgeous red, like a rose blooming in the flames, stealing all the attention.
The pitch-black hooded coat covered her tall figure, and she raised her hand slightly and fiddled with the chain of her earrings.
Dorota admired it for a while before controlling the phantom to walk out. She picked up two sugar cubes and threw them into the cup, stirring it a few times, and joked leisurely: "It would have been nice if I had changed to this style before becoming the executive officer."
"...No need to do that." The observer recalled the cold face of the night watchman, which seemed extremely unapproachable, and compared it with the charming figure just now. After a moment of silence, he chuckled, "That's not suitable for the notorious Eternal Day Executive."
"Also, the comics have been updated."
Dorota was not surprised. The update frequency of comics has always been strange, almost synchronized with everything here. "Since comics are the 'carrier' to present stories, who is responsible for drawing? Can your ability still transform reality into comics?"
"...How do you know?"
The observer's words were so straightforward that Dorota choked. "In a sense, I should be considered the author of this comic, but the real artist is 'World'. The adjustment of the style of painting and whether the content is sufficient are all judged by Him. It can be published only after passing. I am only responsible for typesetting and confirmation."
"The speed of time flows differently in different worlds. You think the updates are very fast, but for other worlds, it is only once a week."
He usually projects the comics onto the terminal or book, along with the bullet screen. Dorota listened to him and opened the book. Normally, she would not pay much attention to the title page, but this time she did not skip it.
The bright colors of heavy ink overwhelmed the light blue and turned into blazing fireworks in the eyes of the young man. He was as resolute as ever. Even though half of his face was stained with blood, he was still clean and bright. The black lines like shackles tightly wrapped around the young man's body and broke at the tip of the dagger, like soft hair breaking off.
The hand holding the dagger crossed to cover the lower half of the face, and the eyes showed a bit of split coldness again. Makisuke half-knelt on the ice, his posture tense, his other hand supported under his body, starting from the palm of his hand, the cracks extended in a zigzag manner, getting bigger and bigger, as if the thin ice layer would completely collapse in the next second.
Sharp lines move around, outlining different characters. Two figures stand behind Makisuke, back to back, like two sides of light and darkness intersecting. The person on his right has white hair ends, clearly announcing his identity. She clenched her hands, but she didn't hide them. The inverted cross earrings were slightly exposed, with red ends, and deep red liquid dripping from her palms.
The thin ice reflected the corresponding figures. In the reflection, they stood on the right, but a strange figure appeared in the left half of the space, with the tip of the umbrella hitting the ice surface, and a pair of men's short boots behind the high heels. In the shadows, invisible enemies are waiting to appear.
[The protagonists are sticking to each other! This lamp is so handsome! ! ]
[This lamp is so handsome, so handsome that my pants are flying around, help! Mother's love is going bad! 】
【Am I overthinking? Isn't this composition a bit too dark? The person behind the classic protagonist is either a villain or something】
【Old thief, are you being lazy? In this composition, why don't Duobao and Du Ge show their faces! And is Duobao injured? Why is there blood in his hand? 】
【My Duobao has a high combat power. No one can hurt him except the predator. Why does it feel like Duobao killed someone...? 】
【Damn, is it a beautiful new character! Old thief, I want that kind of mature big sister! ! Sister steps on me, shashasha! 】
【The eldest lady and her dog, old thief, I want to see this! 】
The title page contains a lot of detailed information. Dorota stared at the earring in her hand on the screen for a while and remembered something. Is this a foreshadowing? She smiled and turned the page.