Causal loop

"Damn it!" Death's sharp claws smashed the glass jar that Widowmaker brought back, "Boom!" The fakes inside also shattered, Widowmaker was sitting on the sofa grinding her nails, she saw The god of death found it funny when he was so furious, "What? You asked them to steal it, whether it was a fake or something, they have already given you the goods, shouldn't you fulfill your promise?"

"What I want is not a fake, my dear Emily." The god of death moved in front of Widowmaker with a shadow step, and the mask on his face approached Widowmaker's face infinitely, "It's just a fist of destruction, you guys Can't all three steal it?"

Widowmaker looked at the Grim Reaper who was close at hand, and snickered disdainfully, "You let an ordinary old soldier go, do you think you have the right to blame me? What's more, I'm just helping you out as an ally. "

"You—" Reaper was speechless, so he had to twist his head back. He was exuding a dark aura, and his aura became more and more unstable, like a soul that would be blown away by the wind at any time. He waved his hands, "If there is no other way, I can only kill the watchers one by one with my own hands."

"Take it no matter what."

The deep voice of the Grim Reaper penetrated the entire space, and Widowmaker watched the Grim Reaper blankly disappear into a cloud of black mist, tapped the edge of the sofa with the nail file in his hand, and propped his head with the other hand, thinking for a while.

"Well, if there is no task, does that mean I can take a vacation today?"

Angela stood in front of the test bench, put the material into the test tube, then took out a mouse from the next cage, injected a tube of medicine into the white mouse, and then put the white mouse into another glass isolation box .

"Why are you looking for me again? Is there something wrong?"

Angela looked at the white mouse in the glass box, and asked without turning her head. She knew that the Grim Reaper had been standing in the aisle for a long time, but only now came over. If I really saw it, I would like to charge viewing fees.

"I have to ask you when I come, my doctor, look at my body, it's thanks to you."

The god of death walked up to the angel, but the angel just wore glasses and looked at the book in his hand, which angered the god of death. There was a loud noise on the ground, and Pharah, who was already asleep on the operating table, turned slightly.

The angel finally raised his face to look at the god of death, and said with a smile: "If you wake her up, I will never end with you."

"..." Reaper didn't speak, he knew that all the smiles on the other side were not real, "My materialization is getting worse and worse, I can feel myself disappearing."

The angel lightly poked at the heart of the God of Death with his finger, and easily passed through the body of the God of Death. The God of Death immediately felt as if his heart was being held by someone. hand, and the other hand pointed a gun at the angel's head.

"Every time you treat me with a bad face." The angel narrowed his eyes with a smile, "I won't do anything to you, Reyes." After finishing speaking, the angel stretched out his hand, and then the index finger and The thumbs rubbed against each other, as if reminiscing the feeling of holding Death's heart, then touched the chin, and walked to the other end of the test bench, where there was a large glass cabinet filled with small jars. There are liquids of various colors in the jars.

"The speed of cell death and regeneration in your body is accelerating, and it has doubled as fast as before." Angel said while opening the door of the glass cabinet.

"What do you mean?" Death's gloomy voice hovered over the room, making people shudder at hearing it.

"Literally, ah, I found it." The angel took out a bottle of blue liquid from the cabinet, and then gave it to Death.

"Drink it."

The god of death took the pot, then looked at the angel suspiciously, then turned around and opened the mask, and drank the pot of blue potion. After watching the god of death drink the pot, the angel walked to the test bench and found a glass Test tube, put the black substance in my hand into it.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Not long after the god of death drank the bottle, the burning sensation all over his body made him scream loudly, the cells in his body seemed to be exploding one after another, the god of death knelt on the ground in pain, and his body spread out desperately In the black mist, he felt as if he was being torn apart, his body was slowly being destroyed, and his bones were melting, as if he couldn't feel his own existence at all, kneeling on the ground, and he couldn't touch the ground.

Reaper clenched his fist and beat the ground vigorously until the floor was sunken, then he slowly felt the pain, and the sense of reality in the whole body behind him slowly recovered, and Reaper slowly stood up as if he had been reborn, although he was so unwell just now. He wanted to die, but until now, he seemed to have returned to his initial normal state, his torso seemed to be stronger than before, and he didn't know if it was his illusion.

"Is it better?" Angel held the coffee on the table and took a sip, "You will feel such pain for a few minutes after drinking this medicine, but it can maintain your status quo very well. "

"I hate you a little now for why you resurrected me on the battlefield."

"..." Angel frowned, "That's your wish, isn't it? You've been chanting someone's name when you're about to die, but—"

"Shut up! Don't say any more."

"But now I hate him desperately." The angel shrugged and said this sentence.

"I hate everyone in the world, including Overwatch, a group of incompetent cowards." Reaper patted the dirt on his shoulder and said every word.

"It's not good for your health to be so angry all the time, Your Excellency Reyes." The angel said with a smile.

"..." When Death walked to the stairs, he turned to look at the angel.

"I heard that Dr. Ziegler's kiss can prolong life, but I don't know if it's true."

"Do you want to try?" The angel looked up at the God of Reaper who was already on the stairs, a small dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"No, I'm not interested in demons."

The angel brushed the hair hanging from his ears, leaned against the test bench and looked at the back that had already left, and chuckled, "It's not cute to say such things."

This day was the second day after the battle had just ended. It was almost night, and Little Tracer rarely had to guard the Overwatch headquarters. Winston gave her a vacation. When she was playing video games at home, the phone rang. Tracer thought it was an accident at the headquarters, and when he hurried to answer the phone, he found that it was Lucio.

"Hey, hey, I knew you were at home, little house girl." There was a noisy voice on the phone, which made Tracer a little unclear what the other party was saying, but he still heard a little bit.

"Ah, it's so noisy over there, where are you?"

"I wowed at the bar!"

Tracer could already hear the DJ's voice on the other end of the phone, as well as the sound of people cheering and screaming inside.

"Hey! Lucio, are you playing discs in the bar?" Thinking about it with her toes, you can see what her buddy is doing in the bar. Speaking of which, she hasn't gone out for a long time, and she's been busy with Overwatch recently , why not go all night tonight.

"Yeah, do you want to come over to play? Send you a VIP!"

"Okay, wait for me for a while, I'll go over right now."

Tracer, who put down the phone, looked at the vest and shorts he was wearing, and felt a little disgusted. He stuck out his tongue, thought about what clothes to wear, opened the closet door, and carefully looked for the clothes.

"Very good, just this one, I'm going to charm thousands of girls tonight~"

Before Tracer stepped into the door of the bar, he could smell the unique smell of the bar not far from the bar. The mixed air was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol. The DJ music from the stereo even the floor trembled. Although the doorknob Most of the music was turned off inside, but she was still prepared to be deafened. Tracer stood at the door of the bar, then coughed lightly, and opened the door of the bar.

It's eleven o'clock at night. For young men and women, the nightlife has just begun. There are more people on the dance floor today. Many seductive women of all kinds are twisting their bodies crazily with the loud music in the stereo, half naked. The body of the girl is particularly conspicuous under the bar lights. The long hair of the beauties swings up and down, and the ambiguous atmosphere spreads out along with the dance floor. Even the doorkeeper robot is also infected, and gently shakes himself along with the music of the fuselage.

"It's been a long time." Tracer smiled and straightened the collar around her neck. She didn't wear a time accelerator today to make it easier to have fun. Winston designed a time pendant for her before. Although she is not fighting now However, she was able to maintain her physical body, because that pendant, Tracer was wearing a white shirt and slim trousers, there was just something that could bring out Tracer’s handsome and playful temperament, she had just walked into the venue , Many beauties cast winks at Tracer. Although Tracer looked calm, his heart had already blossomed.

【I knew I was very attractive. 】

Tracer made no secret of his beauty, walking towards the stereo all the way, many women wanted to drag Tracer into the dance floor.

"I'll come back later, sorry."

Tracer smiled and rejected the proposals of several girls. When she saw Lucio, she quickly walked over to Lucio who was playing disc with headphones.

"Hey!" Because it was too noisy everywhere, Tracer yelled loudly, but Lucio still didn't hear it, so Tracer had no choice but to go up and pat Lucio on the shoulder before Lucio realized it.

"Ha! Lena! You just came, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Lucio took off his earphones and winked at Tracer, "How about it, do you want a drink?"

"Want to come?" Tracer smiled and looked at the other side of the dance floor, many girls' faces began to rippling, and they smiled wickedly, "Well, I'll wait—"

"Yo! Isn't this Tracer?"

Just when Tracer was about to say something, he was stopped. Tracer turned his head and saw a big man in a tight white T-shirt, sitting next to the stereo with a goblet in his hand, waving at her. waved.

"Reinhardt! Why are you here?"

"Hahahaha!"

Hearing Tracer's question, Reinhard laughed boldly.

"Of course I came to see the beauty." Reinhard scratched his head and said, "Just kidding, I came here today for a secret trip."

"What job?" Tracer sat opposite Reinhardt curiously, "I haven't received any news."

"Of course you didn't. Morrison is here too. I don't know if he will show up tonight. If he doesn't show up, I'll be playing for nothing all night. If he shows up, there will be a fierce battle." Reinhardt said After taking a sip of the liquid in the cup, he wiped his beard with his hands.

"who is it?"

"You don't need to know so much about this. This is the job of me and Morrison. It is my duty to protect your safety." Reinhardt smiled and touched Tracer's head with his big hand, "Go and play Come on, don't be so nervous, enjoy the happy time."

"Well."

The music on the dance floor was changed, it was a little less exciting than before, but it was still disco music suitable for erotic dancing. Tracer walked into the dance floor and was affected by the music and atmosphere, so he forgot Reinhardt’s words and went on the dance floor Tracer twitched with the music, many women grabbed Tracer's hand, wanting to dance with Tracer, and some women directly leaned over and hugged Tracer's small body. On the dance floor, the waist and hips were frantically twisting, and the glamorously dressed women were also teasing the men's senses with frivolous words among the men.

"You are so handsome, do you have a girlfriend?"

There were two or three girls who were very interested in Tracer. Tracer was tired from dancing, and with his arms around their waists, he walked out of the dance floor and came to the bar. Tracer put his arms around a girl's waist, held a goblet in his hand, which contained a half-full glass of whiskey, smiled and looked at the girls around him.

"No, I don't have a girlfriend."

"Girl." A woman with long hair and braids exclaimed. She didn't pay attention just now, thinking that Tracer was a boy, and she knew it from the accent. This is a girl with a British accent.

Tracer shook his head with a smile, "What?"

"No, I just think you're so handsome." Xiao Xiao, another girl with a ponytail who was obviously much younger than the braided one, looked at Tracer with interest, "Where do you live? Let's go back together later."

"Hahaha, yes." Tracer smiled and drank the whiskey in his hand, and said to the bartender, "Have another glass of NEWYORK, and I'll pay for their drink."

"Okay." The bartender made a cocktail for Lie Air Conditioner in a glass after a while.

Tracer's alcohol capacity is actually not very good, after one cup, he was already a little drunk, and the flushed Tracer was still a little cute, pressing his elbow on the wine table, and continued to chat with those girls.

"I didn't expect you to like whiskey. I always order Baileys here." The girl with the ponytail winked at Tracer, smiled and sat next to Tracer with her skirt lifted.

"I was born in England, and I'm used to drinking. In fact, drinking depends on the person's personality." Tracer took a sip of the wine and then squinted at the girl with the ponytail, "You—"

"how do I?"

Tracer is a little bit drunk, but not so fast. The ambiguous atmosphere and the fluorescent lights illuminate it, as if something is suitable for something to happen, but it seems that something should not happen. The closer the face of Tracer and the girl with the ponytail As he got closer, the other party's hot breath hit Tracer's face.

"You are quite suitable for ruby. A beautiful girl like you should go with more expensive wine."

Tracer supported the wine table with his hands, turned to look at the girl, the tables were actually not too far away, the two of them were quite close together, as if they could kiss each other at any time.

"Tat-tat--"

There was a sound of high-heeled shoes, stepping on the floor, making a icy crashing sound. Just as the atmosphere was getting thick and Tracer was about to kiss her, a cold hand appeared on her shoulder, and that hand was still touching. Tendency, Tracer's back felt numb, and a familiar voice sounded from behind.

"May I ask this girl, what wine do you think is suitable for me?"