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Title: Oh my god, Joyce is so scary and hot. I don’t want to deal with her. I want to ask my boss to transfer me. What should I do? qaq
Posted by: Margarita Cocktail
1st Floor: ...Sister, did you post the wrong version?
Margarita: Huh?!!!!
Floor 3: This tone of voice... Haha, I think I know what Sister Rita’s pseudonym is on the anonymous version.
Margarita Cocktail: Ahhhh, I want to delete this post, how come I'm so stupid! ! Shouldn't the forum homepage have an anonymous section?! I didn't even look carefully qwq What should I do now? Could a moderator please delete this post for me, preferably before my boss sees it? Ugh.
5th Floor: Reply to Margarita Cocktail: Because the anonymous version was hacked a few days ago, and the person responsible has not been caught yet, we have a traitor among us.
6th Floor: This is no joke, this is terrifying. How could there be more people online than invitation codes? Maybe there are people we don't know hiding in the dark watching us while we're talking right now?
Floor 7: Don't worry, the boss is investigating this matter and will have results soon. Sister Rita, please tell me what Shirley did before the moderator deletes the post?
Floor 8: You are really risking your lives to eat melons.
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15th floor: Where is Sister Rita? The moderator didn't delete the post.
Margarita Cocktail: Ah, I just went to eat qwq It’s over, it’s over, this post has ruined my reputation.
17th floor: I think of Rita sister with a cool queen smile and send qwq and want to laugh what to do 2333
Margarita Cocktail: Reply to 7th Floor: Since it's the real-name version of the Red Line Army, there's nothing wrong with it. Shirley, she cut off her own right hand~
18th Floor: ...
19th Floor:!!!
20th Floor: Damn, it’s no wonder that Shirley is such a woman who can go undercover in front of Igor Sullivan.
21st floor: I cried so loudly! Why is this! Viscount Joyce’s right hand is so beautiful!
Margarita cocktail: She also used
Margarita Cocktail: Absolutely amazing qwq God|Will the word "尸" still be blocked in our forum?
24th Floor: WTF, I don’t know what to say except WTF.
25th Floor: But the only two people we've found so far who can withstand that thing, besides Marshal Sullivan, are his sister? And Marshal Sullivan can only suppress its spreading power. Only Wendy Sullivan's ability can extract the essence of that thing and use it as a weapon.
26F: So Viscount Joyce is dying???
Margarita: She might not die... but it would be very painful. And every time she uses the power amplified by the Divine Corpse, she'll age faster. If she loses control of herself one day, I'm afraid it will be a "boom."
28th floor: Tactical fadeaway.jpg
29th Floor: I don’t really understand, what does Shirley want?
30th Floor: You don't have to take such a big risk to gain power. I'm betting on a red medal, betting she feels guilty.
31st Floor: ...
Floor 32: The Red Line Medal is being suppressed by you guys every day, it feels bad.
Floor 33: Tsk tsk tsk, I just don’t understand this woman, Viscount Joyce. She has done so many bad things. If her conscience is condemned after every one of them, why hasn’t she committed suicide yet?
Floor 34: Reply to Floor 33: Maybe she is lucky.
35th Floor: ...
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44th Floor: Why hasn't the moderator deleted this post yet? It's been floating on the front page for two hours. I just realized how adventurous we, the Red Line Army, are at posting when the anonymous forum is closed. Actually, all the posts on the anonymous forum at headquarters are flooded by you, right?!
Floor 45: The technicians have probably gone to check the server, the hacker hasn’t been caught yet.
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51st Floor: There are a lot of people here, so here's the latest news. Not only was the hacker not caught, but they discovered us. Now the anonymous version's homepage has become like this: 'screenshot.jpg'.
52nd floor: Damn, what the hell is that "Happy April Fools' Day" written on it? April Fools' Day has already passed, right? This is a huge disgrace to the Vatican. We're famous this time.
Floor 53: What's so famous about it? There are only about 70 people who know about this forum at headquarters.
54th Floor: What if the hacker spreads the news to ten people, ten to a hundred people, and everyone comes to watch? And although our Red Line Army Forum server is separate, if it is also compromised, wouldn't we be finished?
Floor 55: I lost my last place to eat melons, so sad.
56th Floor: Waiting and Hope.jpg
Moderator: The request to delete the post has been received and is being processed...
Margarita Cocktail: !! The moderator is finally back qwq]
Hugo, who had been lying on the sofa pretending to be dead, suddenly opened his eyes and stretched.
Azathoth slumped on another sofa and asked without raising his head, "Have you had enough fun?"
"Tsk." The android smacked his lips in dissatisfaction. "Azathoth, how come you know everything? Doesn't this take away a lot of the fun of revealing the mystery?"
"I don't know anything, it's just that your smug expression is too obvious."
Hugo trotted over and said, "I was discovered by the programmers in the internal forum at the Vatican headquarters. They wanted to catch me, but I managed to slip away."
Erica, who was doing homework next to her, opened her eyes wide: "You were discovered?"
"...It was a coincidence. I didn't realize their mechanism for passing invitation codes was so ancient! And probably because the war had stopped, everyone on the forum was online that day, so I was discovered as an extra."
"By the way." The android looked around and changed the subject. "Why isn't Igor here today?"
“…”
Azathoth turned over and lay on his side on the sofa, facing the back, unable to move.
Seeing that Hugo hadn't gotten an answer for a long time, Erica whispered, "Mr. Igor might be feeling embarrassed."
Hugo showed a look of astonishment in a human way.
It looked at Azathoth, then at Erica, and typed on the screen: What happened? Did Azathoth finally lose control and attack the poor human?
Erica was stunned for a moment, then realized what it meant, her face flushed and she shook her head violently.
Azathoth's tentacles reached out, grabbed Hugo by the back of his collar, and carried him to the balcony. "The network signal is good here," he said sullenly. "If you're bored, you might as well go to the online forums."
Hugo: "..." His throat was strangled by the touch of fate.
It shut up obediently.
In the evening, Igor walked out of the bedroom, looking nonchalant: "I think we should still..."
He paused.
In the living room, Azathoth was lying face down on the soft sofa, his tentacles wandering around on the floor. The moment they saw Igor, they quickly gathered together, forming a huge "sad" character.
Igor turned his head and made a suspicious sound, as if he was trying to hold back his laughter. Then he said decisively, "I'll cook tonight. What do you want to eat?"
Azathoth slowly got up from the sofa where he had been staying all day: "I'm so hungry, I want to eat something sweet."
Blame it on Igor.
He thought expressionlessly.
The emotions that had come over me since last night were either sour or bitter, only now were they slightly sweet, the mixture like moldy chocolate ice cream.
Mr. Moldy Chocolate Ice Cream said nothing and went into the kitchen to bake cakes. Because Azathoth had an insensitive sense of taste, he could only rely on the smell.
So much so that when the finished product came out of the oven, Hugo slipped into the kitchen to take a bite and came out with a frown on his face: "So sweet."
Erica also leaned over to take a bite.
Later, the entire oven was piled in front of Azathoth. The snow-white pastries piled up high, like a mini snow mountain.
The Evil God licked the coconut crumbs on his fingers and asked, "Igor, what did you say you were going to do tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow..." Mr. Chocolate Ice Cream, who was just looking for a random topic, thought for a moment. "Erica's friends don't know much about the portrait of Wendy, and it's already been given away. Also, someone discovered online that Viscount Joyce's right hand has been replaced with a state-of-the-art bionic prosthesis."
"Now that I think about it, Shirley isn't the type to act on impulse. The research she conducted after joining the mecha R&D department might have some inside information. Coincidentally, a doctor friend of mine is on a business trip from Port Alple to the capital these days, and I'd like him to help me take a closer look."
This kind of inspection is no longer just a superficial maintenance at the hospital occasionally. It may require directly dismembering it to see the internal structure.
Hugo said flatly, "They once pushed androids into incinerators, and now they are trying to turn themselves into machines."
“The human mind is truly unpredictable.”
Erica tilted her head and looked at him a little sadly.
Igor leaned over and tapped his leg: "But that's a few days later. If you have nothing to do tomorrow, why don't we go..." take Erica to school?
Azathoth interrupted him: "Go to the amusement park?"
Igor: “…”
Erica looked bewildered.
The expression on the gray-haired young man's face is hard to describe.
It seems he does remember what he dreamed about yesterday... So, doesn't this guy find it strange to have an evil god following him around while he was dreaming?!
Azathoth said confidently: "Combination of work and rest."
They stared at each other for a few seconds.
Igor gave in. "...I'll go and book the tickets. Is Hugo coming?"
The android suddenly shook his head and said firmly, "I won't."
"Erica still has to go to school, so let's get two tickets." Igor seemed to be trying his best to appear natural - if you ignore the fact that he stared at his left wrist for half a minute before remembering that it was his mobile terminal.
Hugo leaned over and whispered in Erica's ear.
He would laugh from time to time.
Then it was picked up again by Azathoth.
This time the android was hung on a clothes hanger.
Hugo: “…”
It made a zipper-like motion to its mouth, rolled its eyes, and separated its head and body. It first threw the body below the neck to the ground, and then let the body less than one meter long without the head jump high and stretch out its arms to take its head off the hanger.
At the same time, Shirley Joyce returned to her hometown in the suburbs and opened the door of the Joyce old house.
In the dark old mansion, a heavy metal door was open, and a huge color photo was hung on the wall at the end of the spacious hall.
Igor Sullivan and his sister Wendy hold hands and smile at their former friends outside the photo.
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