【Fire Burial】Resonance

Chapter 1

"What did you say?"

The undertaker was taken aback, "——what?"

"I said," Yan Ke frowned, and they threw the question to each other like a tongue twister, "What did you just say?"

"I didn't say anything."

"you said so."

"I do not have."

"You said, you—"

Yan Ke paused.Their eyes moved to the door at the same time.Hua Farin was holding a stack of paper materials, leaning against Yan Ke's flower stand, watching them with a half-smile.

"Sorry, looks like I'm bothering you," she said briskly, "What is this? Some new game?"

Mourners visited the medical wing at two o'clock in the morning.Warfarin and Chloe Hill were lying on the table and had a heated and pleasant discussion on "how to sneak sleeping pills into Skadi's meal at seven o'clock in the morning", and now this "only you Know me know" topic has a third person know.The mourner raised his hand and knocked on the door, his expressionless face was pale and lifeless under the light.

"Good evening," Warfarin got up to receive him, her words and expressions were all graceful, without the slightest embarrassment of being smashed by evil intentions, "what's the matter?"

"I don't know," said the undertaker. "It's just a guess."

The two vampires looked at each other.

"Excuse me," Lucille asked, "would you mind being clearer?"

"I suspect my brain has been hacked," said the reserved Lateran.

Warfarin choked.Sakota's visit in the early morning was obviously not to make an inappropriate joke, she looked at Cruciel, "Is he really the robot you made?"

"Heavenly conscience, he's not." Lucille swallowed in disbelief, "Uh—I mean, he's not a robot I made."

"I'm not a robot." The Undertaker cut off the meaningless argument.He sighed, rubbed his temples, and rarely looked exhausted, "But I think there's something wrong with my brain—maybe something to do with some kind of virus."

"Look," Warfarin spread his hands, "he said 'virus'."

But Lucille pushed her back into the chair, "What about the specific symptoms?"

"I started dreaming."

"..."

"..."

The undertaker looked at their faces in bewilderment, "Excuse me?"

"That's right, we generally think," Lucille stopped the twitching corner of her mouth, "dreaming is a normal physiological phenomenon."

"Dreams are hallucinations," said the undertaker calmly. "I don't hallucinate."

Warfarin took notes quickly, "So robots don't dream of robot sheep—this topic can be cancelled."

"Warfarin, that's enough." But Lucille's brain was throbbing, and she felt the urge to go to sleep after a long time.She turned again to face Sakota, "Can you describe the dream?"

The mourner pursed his lips and considered his words for a while.

"The man in the dream was killing the Doctor," said the undertaker slowly, "more than once."

But Lucille and Warfarin glanced at each other again.

"Okay, that's great," Warfarin said dryly, "The scope is so small—you have to know that at least 90.00% of the [-] integration movement wants to get rid of the doctor."

"What's wrong with you guys?" The captain of the integrated sports team had a sharp voice that made people's eardrums buzz and hurt, "Has Rhode Island finally gone crazy?"

"Quiet," Kelsey said, "I ask again, does the Reunification Movement have—or have implemented a plan to hack into the brains of our operators?"

"Damn it," he cursed, with both hands and feet of the infected man handcuffed in the electric chair, "why should I tell you?"

A current rushed up from the tip of the finger.Delayed pain and numbness clung to his nerves, and the man's breathing suddenly stopped for a second.

"A warning," the undertaker said quietly. "I think showing the power gap is good for dialogue."

"What exactly do you want?" The man wriggled his limbs irritably, "I don't have any valuable information to give you."

"We just want to continue with that question," Kelsey stood up, with one hand in his coat pocket and the other on the console, "answer 'yes' or 'no'."

The captive was silent.

"Our time is limited."

"I have no idea."

Kelsey's expression darkened.The head of the medical department had just finished an operation and hadn't closed his eyes for [-] hours. When he came out of the emergency room, he gave himself an injection, emotionally and mentally on the edge of a cliff, "I can give you one more time. Chance."

"I don't know! Damn I don't know!! Damn!!!" The man roared like a beast, his facial features were distorted and ferocious, and his canine teeth viciously bit the bleeding hole on his lips. "If there is such a technology, I must Be the first to blow that damned rabbit's brain!!"

"Kelsey," Keluxie held Kelsey's tense forearm, "calm down—"

"Mr. Undertaker—?" Mo Yao exclaimed, "Are you all right? Mr. Undertaker?!"

They turned to look at the Lateran at the same time.

Sakota fell from the chair overwhelmed and curled up in pain.It was the dream again—the dream again.But he wasn't falling asleep, and it shouldn't be.A cold, clammy fluid trickled down his face from above and into his nostrils.He choked and quickly realized that it was the blood of the dead.cold.pain.tinnitus.numbness.The heavy rain poured down on the head and covered the face.The mourners heard bloody, broken, labored breathing.Three ribs were broken.The Undertaker thought, confirming that it wasn't his opinion, he just couldn't help it coming to his head so forcefully, my knife snapped.it's too cold.it's too cold.it's too cold.Why am I not dead yet?He trembled in shock, the urgency of lack of oxygen made him tighten his throat.The deep voice whispered in his ear, repeating over and over again with hatred he couldn't understand, it's you, it's you, you're here, you're still alive——

The flood of emotion that washed over this uncharted shore almost swallowed him up.

"Mourner!" Kelsey's hand was stuck in his tiger's mouth, so that the notary office's executor would strangle himself to death out of control.She yelled sternly, "Undertaker!"

Sakota choked for a moment, then coughed violently.His forehead rested weakly on the ground, and a purple bruise remained on his neck.

But Lucille had already grabbed the team leader with such force that he and the electric chair were pulled off the ground. "Be honest," she held the other party's collar, her blood-red eyes were shining with the light of a carnivore, "what did you do to him?"

"No,... no," the mourner tried his best to catch his breath, his voice was weak and hoarse, "it wasn't him."

bang.The seat smashed back to the ground.All eyes from the room were on the mourner.Sakota held on to the iron pole, staggered, and stood up.His face was covered with a layer of cold sweat, and his heart was still beating unnaturally fast.

"I see. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The undertaker apologized politely and turned to leave.

Yanke trimmed his flowers in his room.He has a house full of flowers, which bloom sequentially from January to December, so the mercenaries always have something to pass the time when they are not fighting.He was fiddling with the scissors with a cigarette in his mouth, and his keen hearing made him notice the faint footsteps approaching him—it sounded hurried and angry, unlike the soft-spoken lady perfumer.The next second he received a loud noise, and accidentally cut off the most colorful flower.A big hole was roughly opened in the sensor door, and the angel in white pressed the muzzle to his forehead amidst the sound of the smoke alarm.

"Don't move," said the undertaker coldly.

"Hey," Yanke was stunned for less than half a second, the absurd scene aroused the mercenary's blood that hadn't boiled for a long time, "the way the Lateran people greet is really eye-opening."

"I didn't say hello to you." The metal was firmly attached to his skin, and its owner seemed to have decided to come here after careful consideration—if you ignore the violently demolished door, Yankee would almost be like this thought.

"Then what are you going to do?" Yan Ke sneered, "Shoot me?"

"According to the cleanup agreement with Rhodes Island, I do have the right to do so now that I judge you to be a threat to the doctor."

"So you're here to tell me now that you're as crazy as the Doctor?"

"Watch your words."

Amiya narrowly arrived at the destination a second before the mourner pulled the trigger, "Wait a minute! Both of you stop!"

The eyes of angels and demons are like two sharpened knives.

"We think we need to talk again," the Rhode Island leader gasped. "Drop your arms, Mr. Undertaker."

"So you're a guide," said Cruciel.

"I think so," replied the undertaker.

"Flame is the Sentinel—and you established a spiritual link without both of you knowing?"

"Ha," Yanke raised his eyebrows, "I guess so."

"You, guess, yes?!" screamed Lucille, frowning subtly at her undertaker, "and the first thing you did after you knew he was your sentry The reaction was to hold a gun to his head?!"

"I judge him—"

"Shut up!" Lucille yelled at him.She grabbed the water glass and drank a big mouthful of water, barely regaining her language skills.

"My God," she murmured, "you are unbelievable."