【Fire Burial】Resonance

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Yan Ke stood in front of the window with his arms folded.The glass curtain wall displays a large area of ​​quiet starry sky.The faint sound of the wind passed by his ears.

That was the habit of mercenaries over the years.Get used to staying alert, always be cautious and alert, and observe everything around you, so as not to miss important factors in the execution of tasks.Vigilance prolongs life, and prolonging life allows him to encounter more battlefields.He loves the battlefield.

Strictly speaking, the windows of Rhodes Island are the same as the night scene, but they are just projections from electronic screens; the wind noise is also a simulated illusion.The average person might have trouble telling the difference, but Sentinel is different.Yanke's precise vision can capture the tiniest noise, and the eardrum can perceive the tiniest electrical sound.His habits only added to the trouble.

Yan Ke brushed aside the messy hair on his forehead, and rubbed his sore and swollen eyes.

The Sarkaz mercenaries live in isolation, and the flowers and trees in the room cannot speak.He had always enjoyed the silence, but now he was listening to the electrical noise, but suddenly felt that it was too quiet.

The way is wrong.The mercenary thought, drawing down the curtains, and going to light the fireplace.The metal door slid to both sides, and the blood race with the highest authority in Rhodes Island symbolically knocked on the door that was automatically opened to her.

"Can I come in?" Cruciel asked.

"——then he said to me," Lucille said angrily, vividly imitating the mercenary's absent-minded and contemptuous tone, "'The HR manager forced me to have a spiritual link half a month ago, now you come to ask me if I have one. Haven’t slept with that angel—Rhode Island is finally planning to change careers?”」

Warfarin made a suspicious gasp and shrugged her shoulders a few times.

"From today onwards, the processing room will belong to the Yanke operator, and he will never get off work." Rhode Island's engineer solemnly announced.She slammed her palm down heavily, the water in the glass swayed out of the rim, and gathered into a pool of water dimples on the table, "I swear this is the last time I talk to him alone—look what you said What are the words!"

"It is said that he has a good reputation in the hearts of the Sarkaz girls. Maybe he is still angry at Miss Zilan's messy couples." Warfarin put her legs on the table, peeled off a candy leisurely, Handed it to Ke Luxie's mouth, "Eat?"

But Lucille almost bit off her finger in one bite, and chewed the hard candy into pieces after a few bites. "Then I have to warn those poor blind Sarkaz girls," she said, "don't fall in love with ungentlemanly bastards."

Kelsey glared at Warfarin.

The white-haired vampire stuck out his tongue.

"Cut it off," Kelsey asked, "What's the conclusion?"

"No. It's better that he's telling the truth." But Lucille endured the humiliation and said, "We don't plan to change careers to become a dating agency."

The duration of treatment was shorter than expected.After it was over, the mourner did not return to his room.Kelsey judged that his condition was still unstable, and with Sereya's insistence, the executor of the atrium notary got a vacation and stayed in a separate ward for isolation and recuperation: Sereya declined all visits for him.

But when Lucille stepped into the room smelling of unwashed motor oil, the mourner was reading the mission briefing on the bed, with his well-wrapped right hand hanging quietly by his side.The accompanying doctor Sereya was flipping through a book beside her.

"Sorry," said Lucille, "I'll clean myself up a little bit better before I come next time."

"Don't worry about it." The undertaker looked at her and greeted her politely, "Good afternoon, Miss Lucille."

"Good afternoon," the engineer responded, followed by an inappropriate yawn. "Is there coffee or something here?"

Serena slightly raised her eyelids and turned a page.

"no."

The electronic screen displays changing curves and numbers.The sound of running water lingers in the narrow space.

"I guess so," she said. "White noise?"

"Yes."

Lucille rolled her eyes.

"The spiritual barrier used to protect the guide." Seliya explained, "helps to isolate the infection of external emotions."

She seemed to prefer to say "pollution".Lucille thought, but she silently ignored this part of the dissonance.

"The argument is rather novel—I mean, uncommon," said Crouchier. "It's written that the Sentinels are the ones that need white noise to protect their delicate senses."

"You can't believe everything on paper." Saria spread out the book and put it on her lap.The former director of the defense department expressed his opinion seriously, "There have been no sentries and guides on Terra for a long time, and the data will inevitably be outdated."

Ke Luxie nodded convincingly—the research of Rhine Life is of course more authoritative than the records left by the ancestors of Terra.

The mourner raised his head and glanced at Serena quickly, as if he wanted to say something.Saria stared at Cruciel, turned her face to Sakota, her lips were pursed into a hard line.

The undertaker bowed his head.

"Then let's talk about the topic." But Lucille opened a chair and sat down, raised her left leg, crossed her hands, and placed them on her knees, "Relax, we need to confirm something."

The undertaker stared at her blankly, but Lucille felt that the reassurance was a bit redundant for a moment.

Calm down, Lucille, she thought, you're a fire chief now.

"Before you came to Rhodes Island, did you meet the Flameman?"

"I'm not sure." Sakota said truthfully, "My mission scope overlaps with the mercenary's entrustment."

"What about further contact?"

"The word 'further' is hard to define, and I would like a more detailed description of the problem."

The Gorefiend choked and looked at him in embarrassment.

"Miss Lucille?" The undertaker asked persistently.

"I mean..." But Lucille almost covered her face with her hands, and at the same time regretted that she didn't drag Warfarin here, "You..."

"She's asking if you've had sex with Flame."

Serena spoke steadily.

The sensor door is closed.The light dimmed.The sound of running water became clear.

Saria clipped a bookmark.

"You have something to say," she said.

The undertaker looked at her.

"Yes."

"You can speak freely." Saria put the book on the cabinet, "I will explain your doubts for you."

The mourner was silent for a moment, his brain was running at high speed, quickly prioritizing and sorting the problems.This process took about three seconds.The mourner quickly asks the first question, "What did you do to me?"

"Spiritual counseling," Saria said, "when your mental power is strong enough, you can do it."

The mourner turned his head slightly, his eyes flickered, and he considered his words.

"I tried to refute you just now, but I couldn't speak," he asked. "Is that also spiritual counseling?"

"No," Saria vetoed, "that's mental suppression."

"I realize that what you want to say is not necessarily beneficial to me-the guide's empathy ability allows them to detect the intentions of others, even if those emotions are not so clear most of the time." The scientist immediately made it more intuitive. "I took advantage of this and gave you the cue 'don't talk'."

The silence was longer this time.

Serena sighed.

"I didn't mean to. You didn't mean to be against me," she said softly, sounding soft, "but forgive me for touching on areas I don't want to talk about in front of others."

And the undertaker just calmly pointed out, "You said you were a guide."

Saria didn't seem to expect the other party to come to this conclusion first.She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"--Is such that."

The water was poured into the teacup, and the mist filled the air.

"Please," she said.

The mourner takes the cup with his good hand.The liquid overflows half of the body of the cup, which happens to not bring any burden to the wrist.

"thanks."

"Your guess is correct." Serena continued the topic just now, ringing the warm porcelain, "I was someone's guide."

The undertaker moved his stiff neck.

"Even for an organization like Rhine Life, the research field does not involve the connection between sentinels and guides." Sereya said, "My information also comes from the notes of the ancestors."

"The part you have mastered is more detailed than Rhodes Island."

"Reasonable speculation based on experience and fact," she replied, looking flat. "When a scientific person has a link, they tend to see—or try to find more things."

"Such as white noise?" The Undertaker and Crociel asked the same question.

"It's just outside help." The answer this time was very different from the one the vampire engineer got.Serena blew on the cup noodles, and the warm-colored irises reflected Sakota's face unrealistically through the light white mist.

"If you want to get rid of it, cutting off perception is the first step."