【Fire Burial】Resonance

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The Undertaker and Yanke sat on both sides of the same table 5 minutes ago. 3 minutes ago they set up a simple conversation in common language. After 2 minutes, they each took up their weapons and walked towards the training ground.

"It's not fair to you." Yanke held his knife in his hand, "Do you need me to release water?"

The mourner holds the tachi in a bandaged hand.The gunslinger from Rutland had seldom touched similar knives before, and the feeling of the tentacles made him hesitate a little.

"You're not holding it right," Flame said, looking a little headache.Perhaps he should not accept his invitation, the mercenary thought, a wounded person who just finished a short vacation, and a recruit who has never held a knife, no matter which one is singled out, it would be a disaster, let alone now that they are combined into one, "...Excuse me, angel, don't hold the knife like a gun."

"I've read the tutorial beforehand." The mourner frowned, and changed his posture with the strength of his other hand, "Sorry, I'm a little uncomfortable with changing weapons temporarily."

"I don't mind if you use a gun," Yanke said, "I'm not interested in fighting with a wide range of gaps."

"Although I often fight in close quarters, my job is to provide support from the high platform. I hope you can remember it by heart."

"Why do you need it?"

"I am going to submit an application to the doctor to become your long-term partner."

"..." Yanke's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he uttered a mixed tone of shock and doubt, "...huh?"

"Serea's proposal." Sakota pressed down on the handle of the knife.His fingers were repaired by Rhine Life's scientists with excellent Originium skills, but due to lack of cultivation, they still lack flexibility, "If you want to untie the link, the best way is to get used to it first. I judge that frequent Contact works for that."

"It sounds like that lady is an expert." Yan Ke raised his hand, "That's right, then it's a mutual benefit."

"According to your answer, can I take it as your agreement?"

The mercenary smiled kindly, "Of course."

The sniper nodded his chin, stepped back half a step, and faced the opponent with the most standard gesture, "Please go all out."

"Guide. Sensitive, sensitive, and rational." Selia read the typeface again, "In most cases, this group is the dominant party in the sentinel relationship."

The living body who was tossed onto the hospital bed by the consensus did not change its appearance, and put its hands flat on the couch, listening solemnly.

Serena got up from her seat and turned to look at him.

"The meaning of this sentence is that if you don't want to receive the other person's emotions, you can reject it."

"Refused?" repeated the undertaker.

"Deny his perception. Deny the resonance," Saria said calmly, "but it requires emotional intensity..."

The director of the defense department paused.The mood of the unsmiling scientist has always been restrained and calm, but the mourner felt a faint fluctuation, fleeting, and it was difficult to notice—Vaifan restrained his emotions almost perfectly.

Soon the undercurrents submerged into the deep river, Seliya sighed, and continued the preface, "—disgust and repulsion. You must resist the link and the other party from the bottom of your heart."

The undertaker looked at her as if he didn't understand.

Saria's facial expression was uncommonly relaxed.

"Obviously, this may not be easy for you."

"Do you have anything to say?" Kelsey looked gloomy.

Yan Ke sat sideways, resting his nearest hand on the desk, his leather pants stretched out into the shape of a small square box.There is a warning chart on the wall directly opposite.Amiya clumsily drew a broken stick and solemnly wrote "No smoking here".

Nightingale, the doctor on duty, was called out by the Shining Spirit, and Hemer, who was staying in the laboratory, was called to reprocess the Undertaker's hands.Kelsey glanced at it and ordered, "Fix it with plaster."

"Okay." Hemer followed suit.

"No need," said the undertaker, "I—"

"Have you considered the particularity of the hand injury, Mister Undertaker?" Rhode Island's most authoritative doctor interrupted him sternly, "Or do you need me to remind a Rutland sniper that his hands may be dysfunctional if he acts rashly while recuperating?" and shape defects?"

"I've considered it." The mourner explained calmly, "Serea used her Originium skills to temporarily strengthen and protect me. Vigorous activities within two hours will not affect the recovery of my fingers."

Li Boli's hand paused imperceptibly.

"Huh? Serena asked you to go out of the ward to fight with the Yanke operator?" Keluxie rubbed her eyes, her syllables were sticky.This is her No.40 waking hour.

"No. She gave me some advice about the spiritual link." The undertaker replied, "After discussing with the Yanke operator, I think this method is feasible."

"Is this the reason for you to chop each other with knives in the training room?" Kelsey said coldly, "Rhode Island can't afford to provide training equipment."

"My fault, ma'am." Flamingo raised his arms.He kept silent all the time, almost making people forget that he was also in the room. "I think those utensils can only be used to play house wine for children, and they lack stimulation. If I have to use them, I don't want to cooperate."

"The actual effect will be discounted," the undertaker added.

"Stimulation?" Kelsey automatically skipped Sakota's commentary and repeated the word sarcastically, "I usually hear this word in the mouth of addicts."

"Then you must be careful." Yan Ke retorted her politely, "Because there is one in front of you."

Kelsey looked irritated.

"Don't let me find out that you intend to do something wrong to the doctor, Yanke Operator, Rhodes Island didn't sign your recruitment contract to—"

"Stop, stop," Lucille fell to the table, raised her hands to her ears, "I really need to rest, immediately, immediately, without delay."

Fortunately, Kelsey still had a caring heart, and after a moment of stalemate, she compromised.

The engineer sighed, unable to lift his drooping eyelids, "Hey, let's get to the point, what did Saria say?"

"She—" began the Undertaker.

The chair rubbed against the ground making a piercing screech.

Yanke frowned, and pressed his outer ear.

Li Boli supported the table and stood up.

"Sorry, if it's nothing important, I have another experiment," she said, grabbing the coat that was draped over the back of the chair.

Strong hostility and aggressiveness, the only guide present judged, but it was not aimed at him—nor anyone present.

Dr. Hemer walked quickly, turning his head before stepping out the door.

"A piece of advice for you: I advise you not to listen to what that woman says," she said harshly, "unless you think the words of the betrayer are credible."

But Lucille was stunned for a while.

"I really hope someone realizes that desks aren't used for fighting, complaining, and breaking up." Warfarin passed the sensor door—she had just seen Hemer storming out of the infirmary in the hallway, "What happened? You've pissed off another doctor?"

"I don't think it's our fault this time." Lucille said weakly.Kelsey, who was sitting beside her, twitched the corners of her mouth, put one hand in her pocket, got up and left.

"Do you want to continue?" Yan Ke asked.

"No." But Lucille got down completely, "You...go first, I, I'll sleep for a while..."

She mumbled, burying her head in her arms.

"Don't worry about her, let's go." Warfarin said, and the last part of the Gorefiend's words smacked of jealousy, "It's time for dinner. Jiaofeng is cooking today."

"Not bad." Yan Ke chatted casually, "I've always wanted to try their lamb stew."

It's not like this.He is lying.

Thoughts and sentences suddenly escape the prison of reason.The mourner said suddenly, "You don't like simmering food."

"--What?"

"You'd rather try grilled lamb chops."

Yanke stopped abruptly and stared at Sakota in white.

The undertaker immediately reacted, and his usual expression of Gujing was a bit at a loss, "I'm sorry."

"Very good," Yanke said, "Looks like the next step is we can discuss whether I prefer grapefruit or mandarin."

"..." The mourner pursed his lips.The voice on the other end of the resonance was complicated, and he couldn't confirm whether it was a simple question, so he replied, "You don't even like it."

"I'm not asking you, Angel." Yan smiled politely, "Don't look at my brain."

The mercenary stopped talking, and strode away the gunner.