【Fire Burial】Resonance

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The constant wind.

Saria sat on the edge of the bed, looking into a looming shadow.The shadow of Li Boli's wings freezes in front of the light at the door, as if embedded in the wall.

"Fresh idea," said the sentinel.

Saria moved her fingers imperceptibly.

"Are you so impatient, Saria?" Hemer suddenly turned up the volume, "Can't wait to show off to others how you betrayed me?!"

"Who else do you want to follow in your footsteps?" She grabbed Saria's collar.The pair of thin arms erupted out of thin air with an astonishing brute force, which actually pulled Saria away from the bed.Dr. Hemer leaned closer to her face, stared straight into the eyes of the guide, and his eyes were about to burst into flames, "What, naturalist? You don't mention the laws of nature to me now? Let the two guides use mental power to communicate with each other." Confrontation? Whose brain do you want to burn?!"

Saria said dryly, "We are trying to build a spiritual barrier."

"with this method?"

"The situation is urgent."

"Excuses! You're just impatient!" she yelled, "Same as you were with Ifrit!"

"I'm sorry about Ifrit." Saria said hoarsely.She had nearly experienced an overload a few hours earlier, looking weak and tired, "...but this is different."

"It's not the same, it's very good - and then you let him drill into your head and blast his brain." Hemo sneered, pointing to the unconscious Sakota in the medical cabin behind the soundproof glass, "Look Look, this is the result of your experiment?"

Serena lowered her head silently.The white light circled the top of her light-colored hair with a faint halo, and her face under the shadow was upright and solemn.

"How insightful, Director." Hemer gritted his teeth in hatred, but still had a smile that dropped to zero, "——I am amazed at your creativity."

Dr. Hemer let go and threw her back on the bed, the sound of angry footsteps thumping on the cabin floor.

Saria seemed to have eyes on the top of her head, and lifted her eyelashes precisely at the moment she stepped out of the door.

"...Olivia," she called.

Homer froze.After a while, Li Boli spoke in a low voice as if talking to himself.

"I won't allow Ifrit to see you again," said Homer. "She will know that you almost became a murderer."

"what happened?"

"If you can't speak well, I suggest you go out." Hong Yun sat under a clump of vines, cut off the withered stems and leaves, and gave the visitor an order to drive away.

"He's not there?" Yanke's knife was stuck on the door frame, he turned sideways, and put the metal over.

"What standpoint are you asking?" Hong Yun said sharply.

"Something went wrong with the link." Flame didn't listen to her, "he read my mind again."

boom.Hongyun couldn't bear it anymore and smashed the scissors to the ground.The kettle overturned, and the water splashed onto the mercenary's shoes.

"No one is interested in your rich inner world, Sarkaz." Hong Yun glared at him violently, the hunter's killing impulse agitated in his blood.The young sentinel clenched his steel arms, "You have no right to dictate."

Yan Ke was unmoved.He had already confirmed that there was no one else in the room, and the other end of the resonance seemed to be disconnected. The sentinel could not receive the other party's message, and asked the only living person in the room, "Where is he?"

"Get out." Hong Yun growled lowly.

Negotiation failed.Yan Ke looked at her for a while, then turned to press the sensor door.

A bone arrow pierced through the wind.The warrior's instinct prompted Yanke to dodge quickly.

The arrow chopped off a lock of his hair and drove it deep into the wall.

The mercenary was not in the mood to get angry with a child, but he was really annoyed now.He looked back at Wolper and was surprised to see that the hunter was even more furious than he had looked.

"Next time I'll hang your head on it." Hong Yun retracted his bow and said sharply, "—Get lost!"

"Beforehand," Saria said, "I can't guarantee its success—I can't even predict the consequences."

"You will agree."

Saria tugged at the coat that had slipped off, "Is this your guess?"

The undertaker shook his head in denial.

"you tell me."

"So obvious?" Saria smiled bitterly.

"..." The mourner sat on the chair, his head slightly tilted back, his expression blank, "You didn't hide it."

"I do. You're out of control," she said. "The vibes are more frequent than ever, aren't they? You haven't slept in days?"

The undertaker did not speak.Rhodes Island's generally accepted truth - when the Undertaker does not refute, it only means that he acquiesces.

"The situation is more serious than others think: your mental power is already very unstable. From my point of view, your mental barrier is full of cracks, and you may not be able to withstand another mental overload."

"Is it resonance?"

"Not all," Saria said, "a simple but little-known law - a mountain of blood and a sea of ​​blood will not hurt a true warrior, but emotions will tear you apart like a wild beast."

She touched Sakota's forehead with her cold fingertips, and murmured, "If it weren't for your precarious situation, I would not agree to adopt such a risky policy."

"Adventure?" The undertaker was puzzled.

"Listen, Sakota, proper stimulation is good for growth." Director Sereya's robe tail swept a sharp arc, and issued a critical illness notice to the patient, "However, Rome was not built in a day, and everything has a law .Forcibly building mental barriers is tantamount to killing seedlings. Although I have used this method to get rid of a link, it was a long process.”

She looked steadily into those tired blue eyes.

"—and we're running out of time."

"I'd like to hear your explanation, Yanke." Kelsey poked her fingers on the table, "There is no task for you on the field schedule."

"Visit relatives and friends, buy flower seeds." The mercenary said, "Is there a rule not to go out in Rhodes Island?"

"Tell me about it," Kelsey showed his expression when talking about Lateran Law, and frowned comically, "Which business district is outside the scope of Rhodes Island's location?"

"You are really inferior to being a doctor. You should go to Longmen to ask for an official position." Yanke was in a bad mood and was unwilling to answer the pretentious interrogator. , why come to set me up?"

"It sounds like you have a lot of dissatisfaction, Yankee operator."

Yanke ignored it. "Can I go? The flowers haven't been watered yet."

But Lucille rushed to Mars to cover a dustpan of sand when the war broke out. "Ladies and gentlemen, please," she said, turning her head to Yankee. "Which pot? I'll ask Lena to help you."

"...Number 3. What's the matter?"

"We agree that you should see Mr. Undertaker before he becomes cerebral palsy." Kelsey sneered, biting the syllables of the words hard, "Sentinel."

Yan Ke looked at Ke Luxie.

The engineer pressed his sore eyes, just staggering his proof-seeking gaze.

"C306," Kelsey said, "room number."

"I have invaded you with mental tentacles, and you need to use all your strength to resist me." Saria gave simple instructions in advance.The spiritual resonance of the sentinel itself is abstract, and it is actually difficult to give a detailed strategy speech, "Ready?"

Undertaker is the most likable student wherever he is placed.Rigorous, well-behaved, smart, and easy to understand.When he purely used his mental power as a weapon, those elusive threads obeyed his thoughts obediently.Sereya suspects that Sakota not only has an extraordinary understanding of firearms, maybe this should be a subject——

She committed a big taboo unintentionally, and lost her mind during the high-intensity spiritual matchmaking.The scientist's thoughts occupied her mind for a second, but that was long enough for a guide.The steel-colored filaments in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly grabbed the gap and climbed up the loose crack.

Serena's eyes widened.

Scene transition.The pure white space disappeared, and she saw two people in the corridor.The hallway of Rhine Biolabs.

"When are you going to come back?"

"I'm not coming back," Vajvan said, with the researcher's white coat tied on a hook behind the door. "I'll deliver the file to the Defense Section."

Hemer backed away in horror, as if he didn't recognize her.

"What did you say?" She said sharply, "You want to leave me? Leave the laboratory? Leave Ifrit?!"

"We're doing something wrong, Dr. Hemer," Saria said sincerely. "This ambition is too great—over the law, over our conscience. We can't go any further."

"You tell me your conscience, Selia?" Hemer sneered, with an anxious tone, "Who signed the approval document back then?"

"...I'm correcting it."

"You're betraying me!" she screamed, raising her voice, hurting, "You unforgivable liar!"

Serena looked down at her.

"Olivia," she said, eyes soft and sad, "...we used to be connected."

The old days come back.Serena understood the reason at that moment.The most precious fragments are taken in by the eyes of others, and the always rational woman almost immediately loses her composure. "Get out——!!" In those few seconds, she forgot that the undertaker could not control her mental power, and all the rules related to spiritual detection. The unexpected revelation of the hidden past made her forget everything.Serena strongly resisted, the stream of consciousness vibrated like a tsunami, and the white waves smashed into the sky, destroying everything, "Don't look at me! You shouldn't—"

In the chaos, the mourner raised his hand slowly and with difficulty, resting lightly on her forearm, like throwing a piece of driftwood to a drowning person.A trace of coolness flowed in, and the broken spirit that was on the verge of collapse gently suppressed her churning anger.

Timely and extremely effective spiritual counseling - her students are unquestionably bright and intelligent.

"I'm sorry." The mourner's voice was like a feather, "I'm not..."

He couldn't finish.Sakota's body also fell like a feather.

Saria fell to the floor of the isolation room.The synthetic sound of water flows insensibly and soothingly through the room.

"Oh my God..." She covered her face, "No... no."