【Fire Burial】Resonance

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They met in the hallway without greeting each other.The mourner carried the suitcase and walked past Yanke without looking sideways.The handle of the knife on the side of the mercenary's waist was hit by something.He looked down, and a blush hung on the female Volper's shoulder, looking at him warily.

"You are dangerous."

Yan Ke looked at her with interest, and was surprised to find that this little girl was a sentinel who was about to mature, "Me?"

"You feel like a leopard hunting." Hong Yun frowned, with an unhappy expression, "Restrain your breath."

Yan Ke stayed where he was.The Sentinel's superior hearing allowed him to smell the conversation between the Undertaker and Hong Yun, who were about to do the final adjustment of the mechanical arm before the battle.

"Left." The sound of metal clashing rang for a moment.Yanke heard the mourner whisper, "The parts are more worn."

Hong Yun didn't speak.

"Needs to be replaced." The Undertaker quickly judged.Yan Ke found that his speaking speed was getting faster and faster.

"Next step." "Good condition." "Troubleshooting." "Needle-nose pliers." "Model wrong." The record jumped out and was eliminated, and the whistling electric sound, like the malfunctioning sound of the machine, became more and more clear in my mind.

Oh, Yan Ke crossed his arms and snorted, right? This Sakota is really an AI?

"No," said the Undertaker, and the timing was perfect, as if he were talking to Yanker face to face.But Sakota immediately pressed, "—who's confused?"

The sound stopped suddenly.An eerie silence spread.

Hong Yun still didn't speak.

Wait, Yan Ke suddenly realized that it might not be his hearing.All the sounds of the sniper skipped the auditory system and were directly conveyed to his brain——

That was a resonance.

The mechanical sound echoed.After the identity verification is passed, the sensor door opens with a sound.The mourner stood in the slanting shadow, and the light only illuminated half of his face.His white hair shone sharply, and his gray-blue eyes looked at him coldly.

"go out."

said the undertaker.

Yanke had only met the undertaker twice before.Once, on the day the undertaker joined the company, he and he spent 3 minutes filling out the documents in the personnel department office, and shook hands symbolically at the request of Zilan; on his forehead.It can be inferred from this that their third side must not be so exciting.

Yanke survived the catastrophe, but the doctor in Rhodes Island, who was the instigator, obviously burned out his brain.

Stupid thoughts and absurd judgments lead to the scene that makes people laugh out loud.The partners who will go to Longmen City to perform the same task next look at each other hostilely in front of the aisle of the operation preparation room, as if they will collide with swords and guns in the next moment, and they will meet each other in arms.

Yanke pulled up the tail of his lips, revealing a mocking smile.

"I didn't invite you in either, Sakota."

"I'll say it again." Warfarin sat on the table next to Krusil, calling up the electronic displays one after another, "You can't kill each other."

"This is not in line with the agreement," said the undertaker. "I hope to be able to interview the doctor."

"No, no," Lucille shook her finger, "You didn't understand what we were talking about."

"I think the facts are clear enough."

"I agree." Yanke said.His hand stroked the scabbard, "I don't think there's anything to talk about."

"You guys, it's best not to interrupt." But Lucille gritted her teeth, suppressing her tyrannical heart. In fact, she hadn't been in this state for a long time, "Do you know what the establishment of a spiritual link means to the sentinel guide? "

"No need to answer, let me tell you," she didn't give the two operators a chance to speak—even if they spoke, it would have no other effect except to aggravate the myocardial infarction, "If either of you dies, The other party in the community of life will also die soon. The clean-up agreement doesn’t require you to sacrifice your life, does it, operator Undertaker?”

The undertaker paused for half a second.Yanke felt a string of words run over his nerves.

"Confirmed, yes, no."

"That's fine." Lucille waved her hand and decided to make a quick decision, "Rhode Island has a lot of trust in the operators who are willing to join us in principle. So the matter of the Yanke operators—"

"No, wait," Yanke raised his hand casually, "You mean, if I die, this Sakota will take my back?"

But Lucille choked at his blunt words.

"Er—you can take it that way."

"By the way, Yanke," Warfarin said, "tomorrow is the fourth regular physical examination. For the safety of you and Mr. Undertaker, I suggest you not to refuse our request again."

Yan Ke didn't respond.He took two steps and approached the Lateran, looking down at his expressionless face.

"What a tragedy, angel." He grabbed the opponent's collar with a lightning strike, and at the same time restrained the opponent's counterattack hand knife, and whispered close to his right ear, "You are at a loss."

"Flame!" Ke Luxie issued a warning impatiently.

The mercenary laughed, let go of his fingers, stopped looking at the mourner's expression, and strode out the door.The arm swings, bringing up a weak wind.

The mourner was closest to him, his forehead trembling slightly due to the palm wind.And he himself remained calm and unmoved.

Undertaker finds Yankee in an abandoned building on the other side of the street.The Sarkaz mercenary was holding a cigarette, and exhaled smoke rings skillfully.Then he stretched out his hand without looking back, "One?"

That hand held a crumpled cigarette case with only one cigarette left, the solitary filter pointing in the direction of the mourners.

"No," said the undertaker.

"Okay, boring Sakota." Yanker stuffed the cigarette case back into his pocket and put the cigarette holder back in his mouth, "I guess you don't drink alcohol either."

"The Eucharist consists of unleavened bread and wine," replied the Lateran.

Yanke choked on the nicotine.

"Aha, serious enough." The mercenary patted the soot off his pants, "So what? What are you doing here?"

The undertaker stared at him, and took a moment to allow himself to speak.

"You left the team."

"Yes, but mission accomplished. Questions, Captain?"

"There will be an attack from the remnants of the integrated movement at any time, and you should not leave the team alone."

Yanke gave him a strange look.

"Alone? Aren't you here?"

The undertaker was speechless.

Yan Ke tilted his head, and slowly smoked the remaining half of his cigarette.The orange-red Mars flickers on and off.The setting sun is the same color as the mercenary's irises, warm and falsely warm.The mourners have seen such a scene in spiritual resonance countless times.blood.dead.battlefield.The swordsman slashed.Sarkaz plunged his bloody machete into the soil, and turned around in the afterglow.Hello, the mercenary opens and closes his lips soundlessly, this is a good place.I guess you're a little surprised, since coming back from the dead doesn't sound like an easy thing to do.Then he smiled countless times, lifted the knife countless times, and——

Excessive emotional flow overwhelms the Undertaker's brain.Sakota, who lacks empathy and emotion, is dragged into the torrent, his brain is overloaded, and he loses the ability to breathe independently.hate.happy.pain.pleasure.satisfy.emptiness.It's that simple?The mercenary raised his voice, what the hell is this?

"—Send...Captain—"

"Hey you--"

"Hey! Wake up!" Yanke pressed his shoulders and shook him back and forth a few times vigorously.

The mourner's slack eyes gradually focused, and he began to breathe again.He shook his head to wake himself up quickly, "Sorry. What's up?"

"I'm fine." Yan Ke reached out to block the wind and lit another cigarette, "On the contrary, you seem to have something to say to me."

The undertaker froze.The wind passed through the middle of the building, leaving empty echoes.

Yanke dusted his hands and knocked off scattered ashes.

"Let's save each other some time, Captain."

"You—" The mourner opened his mouth subconsciously, the resonance had just overloaded him once, his mental strength was weakened, those words jumped out of his vocal cords uncontrollably, "You want to kill the doctor."

Yan Ke smiled, "That's it?"

"In this matter, you have not been honest with the personnel of the personnel department."

"Is that necessary?"

"Mutual honesty is the first step in building trust," said the undertaker. "There are relevant regulations in the Rhodes Island operator manual."

Yan Ke put his hands on his knees, and the hand holding the cigarette was hanging in the air.The gray smoke floated, blurring the corners of his lips.For a moment, the image of Yanke overlapped with the laughing outlaw in the dream.The mourner saw two figures.boring.Yan Ke said.I know there is a place, w said to him, go and see.

It was difficult for the mourners to get distracted, so they didn't realize that Sarkaz's expression had become cold and sharp, like a beast that had invaded its territory.

"Guess what," the mercenary's tone was harsh and dangerous, "I think I've been honest enough now, guide."