【Fire Burial】Resonance

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The infrastructure of Rhodes Island is erected underground, with black as the main tone.The internal elevator stops at the third basement level.Yanke passed by the training room, where Razer from Blacksteel International was instructing Jessica to do basic shooting training.He glanced at the room number: B305.Further to the right is a secret door, leading to a narrow corridor.The ceiling lamps lit up one by one followed his footsteps into the body of the black giant beast.

"Come in." The scholar opened the door for him.

Yan Ke was stunned. "Am I moving a lot?"

"You should have confidence in yourself," Saria said, "Your presence is very strong."

"That doesn't sound like a compliment."

"You can take it as it is." Saria returned to the house and dragged another chair out from under the table, "It's not hard to imagine how it will keep people awake at night when it's burning—please sit down."

This sounds very meaningful.Yanke felt that the dignified scientist seemed to be suppressing his anger.He couldn't help laughing: Rhode Island's recent gunpowder smoke is too heavy, it's better to let the firefighters in Longmen stand on duty 24 hours a day.

He sat down across from Serena.The space is cramped, and the tall body is folded into the chair.

"Where is he?" Flame asked. "Kelsey sent me here to find him."

Serena's expression suddenly darkened because of this question, and her eyes revealed a silent and sad light.Yan Ke simply thought that he had made a mistake - those few words seemed to pierce her heart.

"Look back, sir." She stood up, fingering a feather pendant on the jacket, and a circle of bruises on her neck loomed behind the collar, "...here."

He looked in the direction of his fingertips.A medical cabin is quietly placed behind the glass curtain wall.Yan Ke stepped forward, pressing his warm palm against the cold transparent barrier.

Sentinels have keen senses.Yanke can capture the tiniest noise and perceive the tiniest electrical sound, but at this moment he cannot hear the guide's heartbeat.The mourner's face was as white as paper, and he lay silently in the cabin, as if lying in a coffin.

Metal bulkheads are like cocoons covered in layers.

"He..." Yanke's throat was constricted, he couldn't believe it, "This is—"

"Sometimes I wish..." Saria's voice trembled behind him, "There are... fewer mistakes in this world."

There was a suffocating silence for several minutes.

"...how is it now?" Yan Ke asked.

"The aftermath of the mental pain is still affecting him."

"Will it always be like this?"

"It's not that serious. The coma is the body's self-protection mechanism. But it's not certain when I will wake up. We estimate it will be at least a week."

The mercenary let out a long breath.

"—I couldn't hear him," said Flame, "twice."

Saria instinctively asked, "When?"

The mercenary reported two dates, the latter being about 23 hours ago.

"I thought it was because the distance was too far—but I still received resonance, which proves that's not the case." Yanke looked away from behind the glass, looked around, and wrinkled his nose displeasedly, "Is there anything special about this room?"

A sharp judgment.Serena appreciated it in her heart.The mercenary crawled out from the dead, not only by Wushuang's sword skills.

Yan Ke waited for her to speak.

"You can hear these synthesized sounds," Serena pressed the pen on her chest back to its normal position, and put her hands in her pockets. "In the past, I accidentally discovered that white noise can block the perception between the sentinel and the guide to a certain extent. So I improved it with Originium technology and conducted several experiments."

Sentinel guides are few in number, and few even know of their existence.There must be an intriguing story behind this sentence.The mercenary has a cold temperament, and he doesn't want to get to the bottom of it, so he goes straight to the center of gravity, "It succeeded?"

"It worked." Saria hesitated at this point.Her tone was not quite like a scientific researcher who was introducing the research results, as if the results did not bring her any joy, "...Although the driving principle is a bit complicated, it is very effective."

"You mean," Yanke concluded, "as long as he is surrounded by this voice, our resonance will be blocked."

"You're sharp."

"That's good." Yan Ke got up, "I will apply to the doctor to reject the cooperation document he submitted."

"--What?"

Yan Ke picked up the long knife that had been left in the corner when he entered the door. "I will ask Rhode Island's higher-ups to stagger the time of our field missions. There are enough opportunities to use this room in the future, and I don't plan to waste time here now."

"..." Serena always ran ahead of others, but now she was almost unable to function, trying to digest his words for a while, "You—"

"To be fair, he almost died. I should be more lenient with him." The mercenary turned his back, his hair hanging down his cheeks, "—but don't expect a Kazdel native whose memories are played as movies at any time. Mercy. This decision has overdrawn my kindness in the next life.”

"No." Serena shook her head and commented, "You are determined and mature, and you are undoubtedly a very sober person."

Yan Ke didn't expect her to say that, and twitched his eyes uncomfortably. "You're using the wrong words, Doctor. Those are not the words to describe Sarkaz."

"I'm no longer a doctor, Yankee. Besides, I do praise you." Saria murmured, "Maybe you are more suitable to be a guide."

If so, things will be much simpler.Yanke understood her subtext.The mercenary was silent.His hand was parked in front of the sensing area for too long, and the red light beeped an alarm.

"... wish there were fewer mistakes in the world," he said.

When Yan Ke came out of the isolation room, he bumped into Hong Yun.The Volper girl, who had just finished work and was distracted, regained alertness the moment she saw him, and stared at him hostilely.

It is more effective than resting for ten hours, Yanke laughed at himself, maybe resigning and working as furniture in the dormitory is a more suitable choice.

"Have you visited him?" she said. "I smell disinfectant."

"……Yes."

Hongyun clenched his fists.

"Satisfied with what you see, Sentinel?"

"..."

The sentry didn't speak.He is like a shriveled plant.Community of life, he thought of what Ke Luxie said.The death of one party will drag the other party into hell together.

"—Speak!!" The young sentry shouted loudly.Scattered eyes from the aisle cast their eyes nervously on the impending dispute in this small corner.

"I didn't know the link would kill him," Flame said.The mercenary raised his head to avoid her and left, walking heavily, and was slammed behind the elevator.

The new field schedule will be issued together with the internal schedule soon.Rhode Island has always been efficient in odd places.Odd days go to Sarkaz, even days go to Sakota: the reason is that the Sabbath angels don't have to work.Yanke had to accept unscrupulous regulations and work one extra day a week.

Saria put the white noise enhanced by the Originium technique into the earphone, and put the small machine into Sakota's ear that didn't wear the communicator.That prevented Sakota from becoming a fool, but managed to make Sakota, who was just awake, half deaf.He is like a patient with Originium disease whose auditory nerve is oppressed by ore, and he sets the first reply of all conversations as "Sorry, please say it again".

"He should have a chat with Eyja Farad!" Ifrit rushed into the room grabbing his homework and complained loudly, "I called his name three times before he turned to look at me and asked me, 'Did you just say that? What is it?"—"

"Ifrit," Hemer said to the mourners, stopping her, "I'm here to give you a regular checkup. Can you hear what I'm saying?"

The undertaker took off his earphones.

"Thank you, Dr. Hemer." He nodded politely. "I can read lips."

Ifrit jumped up. "you do this delibrately!"

Yanke went to Chernobog with Texas on a mission to recover a lost document.Natural disasters and wars completely destroyed the city.Origin stone crystal clusters are scattered all over, like the flesh of a patient cut open by black crystals.He stands on the scars of the city.Luper picked apart the stones with his two swords, and carefully searched every corner of the dust.

"Not here either." Yan Ke reported the situation.It was very quiet all around, and his voice spread far away.

"No." Dexus turned over and jumped off the broken steps, muttering to himself, "Wrong positioning?"

"The clue gathering place in Rhodes Island is no more reliable than the mercenary group." Yan Ke said.

"Look again." Texas sheathed his knife and gave an order, "Separate and act."

"keep in touch."

"keep in touch."

They scattered on the spot.Texas is going east, and Yanke is running in the opposite direction.

There are crumbling empty buildings everywhere, and abandoned chrysalis sway restlessly.The skeleton of the city stands alone, and the cold air passes through the gaps in the bones.There were thousands of voices here, now only the wind echoes.In the middle of the street there is a dry darkness.Yanke is no stranger to that thing.

"There's nothing here." The knife master turned on the communicator, "How about you?"

"Zizi--"

Communication dropped?The mercenary guessed, leaned closer to the microphone again, and called his teammate's code name, "Texas?"

The murmur rang intermittently.

No one answered.

The situation is unusual.Countless life and death decisions cultivated wild instincts.Yanke made a decisive decision, switched the channel, and decided to send a fault reminder and location to Rhodes Island.A crossbow bolt flew down from the roof, nailing the machine to the ground, interrupting his operation.Yanke suddenly looked in the direction of the arrow.

The snake rose slowly from the edge of the terrace.

"It's not good. It's not a good habit to ask foreign aid to enter the stage without authorization?" Mephistopheles appeared behind Faust, half squatting, squinting his eyes, with an innocent, sweet and arrogant expression.He licked his lower lip, "Good afternoon, mercenary."

Yanke's pupils constricted, and his knees hit the concrete.The sharp pain felt like it was pulling away from the spine.The sentinel dug the ground with his ten fingers, and his nails shattered.

Before the consciousness was eroded by the pain, a terrible idea clearly surfaced.

——Mephisto is a guide.