[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

"Hello, this is the after-sales department of the Baita Matchmaking Agency...Ah! Yes, yes...In short, it is the post-marital happiness survey from Baita! Anonymous communication, voice calls will not be recorded. Hello Sentinel, may I ask May I interrupt you for a few minutes?"

Huang just hung up countless embarrassing calls from all kinds of people from the military department, and saw that the communicator displayed a fixed five-digit number, he hesitated to answer it.There was a young girl on the other end of the communication, so shy that she was obviously not suitable for the telephone customer service industry: "That's Mr. Sentinel, right?"

Compared with those annoying spirits who knowingly ask for a sense of presence, the little girl's voice is actually more gentle and pleasant.

Huang fought mentally for a while: "Hello."

The little girl was obviously shocked by his indifference, and asked stumblingly, "How long have you been married?"

"...A year or so."

Although we "separated" for half a year due to various reasons, it is still a year in terms of time.

The sound of typing sounded from the little girl's hand, probably recording the results: "Do you often quarrel?"

This is a question that Huang can answer without thinking carefully.He didn't really want the driver to hear the content of the conversation. Although the air conditioner was turned on in the car, he still chose to get out of the car and walked to the side under the shade of a tree to enjoy the cool: "Never."

The other side was stunned for a while, and smiled refreshingly: "Then you must love your guide very much."

"what?"

"I've heard of Sentinels' mania, and I've seen a lot of them. They are very insecure, and most of them have an extremely strong desire to control the bound guides. If they fail to meet their expectations, they will explode into mania. Bai It's no secret that Ta receives a lot of these calls every day."

The little girl dexterously typed and said: "For most couples, it's normal to often fight a little bit. Even if you don't love each other, you will be possessive of each other due to the influence of pheromones. So if you get married You haven't quarreled in a year, then you must love your guide very much, and you can hold back the uncontrollable mania for him!"

It's a bit ashamed to say, the thick-skinned Marshal Huang can't go back on his word and say "I'm sorry, we actually quarreled", right?

That was the only time Yimulian and Huang had a fierce conflict, the day before the cabinet rebellion.

That almost became their "farewell".

The fact that the cabinet is preparing to launch a rebellion has already been rumored in the army. Through various channels, Huang learned that there will inevitably be people who will try to launch a reactionary attack in the parliament the next day. After thinking twice, he decided to adopt the most controversial method—— Put a long line and catch big fish.Just as he was about to convey this idea to his secretary at the time, he opened the door and rushed in with a glance: "No!"

He looked flustered.As the puppet guide of the nobles, even if Yimulian is an admiral, he doesn't have much right to speak on weekdays.

Huang called halfway through the call, but ignored him.

Unexpectedly, he quickly turned off the wireless network at home, and the action was so fast that it seemed that he hadn't thought about it at all.The phone was cut off, and Huang glared dissatisfiedly: "General, you should know that you must abide by your duty."

"The reactionaries are very dangerous. Marshal, please think carefully before making a conclusion." Yimulian faced the excessive pressure from the sentinel pheromone with difficulty, and the pressure made him a little unsteady: "There is definitely a better way."

"The action plan is determined by me, and the result will also be borne by me." Huang tried to snatch the controller from Yimulian's hand, but was swiftly dodged.

"The risk of taking the long-term is high, you can't predict their behavior!"

"But this is the most efficient way to lure out the mastermind behind the scenes." Huang Anan sighed troublesomely, and usually the eyes don't make much movement, why did he think of going against himself when it came to a critical moment?

Yimulian couldn't stop him this time, he was pressed against the wall, and the controller in his hand was forcibly taken away. He was still struggling with anxiety, but his breathing was completely messed up.He said anxiously: "Marshal!"

Huang restored the network at home, and said coldly: "If you want to change all this, then climb to a place higher than me, and then you will be the one who gives the order."

This sentence is very ironic. For a guide, it is more difficult to climb to the position of marshal than the sky.Yimulian's eye sockets were red, but his face was ashen.

Everyone knows what happened afterwards, the parliament was blown up, and these disputes almost became their farewell words.Yimulian has always had an illusion, did Huang anticipate something when he said this?But he didn't dare to say it. When he sat in the mourning hall, he felt that everything was over.

But fortunately, that was their only dispute.

In every sense it may be the last time.

"Mr. Sentinel, are you satisfied with the status quo?" The girl's voice interrupted his memory.

satisfy?To be honest, it's hard to say, but it's far from dissatisfied.He himself was not sure, so he said casually, "It should."

"Is it possible for you to give up this marriage if it is not for life?"

"..."

"I know it's hard to answer, most people don't think about it, but..."

"No." Huang interrupted her.

The girl finally breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, put aside the tension of talking with strangers, and said with a smile: "Sir, I am Jiaotu who works in the White Tower. I am usually on the [-]th floor of the White Tower, and I am responsible for the repair of marriages... ...If you have any questions, please don't be embarrassed to ask me for help!"

Huang responded casually, and was about to hang up the phone when he suddenly remembered something: "Wait, Jiaotu?"

The girl was taken aback: "Do you know me?"

"No." Huang remembered that this was the name Abe Seimei mentioned to him.

On the day of going to the White Tower, Abe Seimei brought some research results on guide loss. Most of the data show that the recovery of guide loss is after the emotional trauma has been repaired, and some of them need substantial stimulation... Abe Seimei said this He smiled meaningfully when he spoke, coughed twice after receiving the contemptuous look from Huang, and announced solemnly: "I couldn't fool you, you are indeed my student. I preliminarily speculate that whether it is a sentinel or a guide , loss of sense has a lot to do with the mental image.”

Then he mentioned a guide, the only one he knew of who was a "sympathetic".

——Similar to the subspecies of the Dark Sentinel, the empathetic is also a variant of the guide. It has one more skill than the ordinary guide—the forced connection of the mental image. She can pull two people together, whether it is a sentinel or a guide. Forced consensus.

No wonder you work in the Marriage Restoration Department, love is a pimp.

Huang secretly wrote down the address on the twelfth floor, and returned to the car with a complicated mood.

The annoying phone didn't ring again, and it seemed as if he had made an appointment to disappear together. He stared at the prison gate and looked at it boredly, and began to think about the feasibility of breaking in without permission.But he quickly gave up, took out the tape again from under the seat, and plugged in the earphones.

The only thing that can make a sentry calm down is the guide and white noise, but this meaningful white noise was just recorded by the marshal.

What came from the expensive earphones was the "swipe" sound with a stable frequency when turning the pages of the book. This was recorded by him himself. The sound quality is actually not high, but he listened very comfortably.

Yimulian didn't know about it when it was recorded, and he always did his best in the face of his sentry's request to squeeze the labor force to let him read the materials.

Yimulian has the same frequency when reading materials or newspapers. It is faster than ordinary people. It maintains a constant speed throughout the process. It will not make people anxious or annoying.There is a clear sound, accompanied by the small friction of the fingertips scraping the page, the rustling sound stimulates the auditory nerves bit by bit, and the audio is played back and forth for a few minutes, and the mind is quickly emptied when listening to it. The hustle and bustle of the outside world They are all separated from the car window, like another world.

Huang leaned on the back of the chair, swaggeringly crossed his legs, and said silently several times in his heart that the phone should not ring again.

He has relaxed his perception of the outside world for a long time, and has been inexplicably feeling mentally tense these days. Yimu didn't even forget to put a few guide elements by his bedside every night. He always forgot when he was busy. I don't know if the consciousness cloud is clogged like rush hour right now.

His mind was filled with the image of someone sitting on the edge of the bed flipping through the materials, some scorching sunlight poured down, the person squinted his eyes, moved his shoulders, trying to block the sunlight shining on the paper with his own shadow .

But also because he was too relaxed, he hardly realized that someone was approaching him step by step.

Relaxation is a big no-no for a Sentinel.The driver didn't remind him. When he realized it, he turned his head again, and there was already a row of black muzzles on the right hand side.

Dark Sentinel?

This word that sounded a little bit secondary caused a lot of shock in Yimulian's mind.That's not completely unfamiliar. Yimulian, who graduated with a high score of HD in the theory class, is very clear that it is a special kind of sentinel, and it is not a rumor. It has existed since hundreds of years ago, but it is not tested in history class. Most people are not impressed.

It is the most powerful type of Sentinel, and the reason for its appearance has not yet been investigated clearly—of course, it may be a secret controlled by the high-level leaders of various countries, because it cannot be disclosed to outsiders for some reason.Dark Sentinels have extreme self-control abilities. They can control their emotions well without the assistance of guides, and they can even...

Yimulian's breathing froze.

Dark Sentinel can sort out the consciousness cloud in the environment of zero guide elements.

He thought of everything he saw on the day he was hospitalized.At first he thought it was a misunderstanding, maybe Huang had taken the little white tablet but he didn't remember it, now think about it carefully...

The only thing worth affirming is that Huang probably doesn't know it himself, otherwise how could he tell himself so easily a secret that would reveal his identity? The simple word "trust" absolutely cannot support this fact.

He almost believed it completely, and reason supported him to doubt: "How do you know?"

Hongye raised her willow eyebrows: "What do you think? I am clear about the affairs of our Federation."

She is already a prisoner. Unless the empire is defeated, she will never be able to return to the federation for the rest of her life. It is not surprising to say anything about herself.It's not something Yimulian would do to fully believe what a federal soldier said, but there are too many doubts to point Huang at the target of public criticism.Since Arakawa is from the Federation, Jinyu Ji must be involved. Will that seemingly innocent little girl be full of lies?Yimulian doesn't think so, but if she is denied, Huang's identity will inevitably...

Hongye noticed the change in his expression: "Are you scared?"

Yi Mu Lian insisted: "No."

Hongye didn't believe it at all: "You're just afraid. It's just that what you're afraid of is different. You're not worried about the undercover thing, but worried that if he is a dark sentinel, then you will no longer be needed, right?"

Yimu remained calm: "It's the other way around."

"Oh, then you imperial soldiers are really selfless." Hongye joked: "Have you never thought about what would happen if your important Marshal Huang came from the Federation?"

"That's not what you need to care about." Yimulian was already prepared.

It's just that the answer Hongye gave was far crueler than he imagined.

——Because of its characteristics, the Dark Sentinel should theoretically be the most suitable type of traitor.First, they are not controlled by most guides, and they don’t need a guide who will bind their own life and death to destroy the plan; second, it is difficult for them to lose control, and it is difficult for them to be scanned by the consciousness cloud to detect information... It is simply to become Made for spies.

A trace of doubt flashed across Yimulian's mind—was the Dark Sentinel born?Will such a species suitable for being a spy really be let go by the major powers?

"Your marksmanship has improved." Before leaving, she said suddenly.

Yimulian replied to her: "Don't close your eyes anymore."

He turned and walked away without looking back, passing through the long corridor and returning to reality.He saw the driver standing outside the iron gate of the prison in fear, jumping up and down anxiously: "It's not good!"

Yimulian's heart skipped a beat, as if something had been smashed into his heart.

"The military court took Marshal Huang away!"

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