Let the whole universe drop SAN together

The silver coins were tossed up—

Fall into the palm of your hand.

Tossed up again.

Hugo repeated this simple action, and saw that the patterns on the small music box rotating in mid-air gradually connected together, forming a symbol that looked like an eye and a key.

Its red eyes reflected the afterimage of the moment the coin reached its highest point.

Then the bionic man raised his hand, caught it with a "snap", and put it in his pocket.

"Where's Azathoth? Are you still sleeping late?"

As the main breadwinner for his family, Igor has several industries under several commonly used false identities, and spends at least an hour a day handling official duties. Usually, this work will be completed before Azathoth wakes up. Get rid of.

He was sitting on the sofa with the computer in his hand, looking at the screen and thinking, when he heard this, he replied, "What's the matter?"

——It is impossible to admit that Azathoth sleeps late, and it is impossible to admit it in this life.

Can the work of the gods be called sleeping late?

Hugo got up from the carpet, walked to the position opposite Igor and sat down cross-legged: "I thought he would be willing to send Erica to school."

Igor closed the laptop in his hand and said to Hugo: "Mr. Ford is her temporary guardian, but if you want to go out, it should be too late now."

The bionic man looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly changed the subject: "How much do you know about Azathoth?"

"Sir, he..."

"I'm not referring to the kind of things that can be figured out by short-term flattery about his appearance, external personality, displayed preferences, and living habits among strangers who meet by chance." Hugo rushed before Igor spoke. Continuing, "I know you humans can make a superficial friendship look pretty sincere if you want to, but I guess that's not the relationship between you and him."

"In other words, aside from the oppressive feeling caused by the power gap, why do you trust him wholeheartedly and regard him as a signpost ahead rather than a rein tied to your body?"

Igor was stunned, and a flash of deep thought flashed in his eyes: "...you ask this question, is it because I have broken away from the category of 'stranger' in your eyes?"

Hugo snorted: "Slightly better than strangers. After all, you already know so much about my past experience. One of the most important things in life is to be fair. By the way, don't tell Asato about the content of our conversation. Don't tell Erica, either."

Don't tell Azathoth this request is easy to understand... Don't tell Erica, is it because you are afraid that the little girl will feel sad when she hears it?

Igor quickly figured out the logic of the bionic man, and he didn't feel offended by the other party's aggressive questioning, but rather wanted to laugh.There was indeed a bit of a smile on his face, which was quickly suppressed after the master noticed it.

"As you said, I really don't know much about Mr.

He thought for a while, and seriously put on the posture of having a long talk: "So far, I only know the power He has shown me and some of the characteristics He has admitted to me. For example, I know that Mr.'s dreams can affect reality, and I also Know that He has no taste and no pain."

Hugo nodded, showing a narrow expression: "But you refuse to talk about Azathoth's shortcomings, do you?"

Igor immediately denied: "No, it's just that I don't think those are shortcomings."

"Really?" Hugo said, "First of all, he often sleeps in."

Igor hesitated to say something, but was stopped by Hugo raising his hand.

"Don't deny it in a hurry, listen to me." The bionic man continued with his fingers. "And the most obvious point is that Azathoth is tired of contacting strangers, and it can even be said to be fearful."

"The word fear may not be precise enough." Igor tightened his grip on the computer, "I don't intend to offend, but I think Mr. just lacks social experience."

"Don't confuse concepts, low emotional intelligence and social phobia should not be confused."

"In addition to what you talked about, he has no sense of taste or pain, and his perception of the outside world is very slow most of the time. In fact, he doesn't need to eat at all, and his metabolic rate is quite slow. This may be due to his long lifespan. The negative effects brought about by it. The long time will lengthen its feelings about the fast-paced society, and perhaps the birth, old age, sickness and death of human beings are just as insignificant in his eyes as plants sprouting in spring and falling leaves in autumn.”

Hugo amply demonstrated how quickly a paragraph can be spoken if the mind is quick enough and the vocal organs can keep up.

After the series of its contents were stated, Igor reflected in his mind for a second or two.

"...What is your purpose in saying this?"

If it weren't for the close and friendly relationship between Hugo and Azathoth, Igor would have conspired to think that it was here to sow discord for fear that the world would not be chaotic.

"I just think you should understand," Hugo said slowly, slowing down, "The shortcomings you and I are talking about are actually irrelevant to the gods. But from another perspective, these shortcomings are the ones that should be recognized the most. You—are valued by you as a favored one."

Igor was a little confused: "What?"

"Shortcomings reflect human nature." The bionic man said, "Gods shouldn't have shortcomings, but they are an indispensable part of a human being's birth."

It thought for a while and explained: "Many years ago, when I first met Azathoth, he looked much colder than now."

"But do you think cruelty is a shortcoming? No, for a god, it only shows indifference to species lower than his life."

"But then I discovered that one of the most striking characteristics of Azathoth is that his indifference is not because he doesn't care about human lives. You don't feel guilty when you trample to death a nest of ants, because ants are not important to you. A life that is the same as human beings. Azathoth is different... A part of his personality is almost the same as human beings. He cannot sympathize with and understand others, but because he is limited by his dull senses, he cannot understand what other people encounter. feel the pain."

Igor vaguely understood what Hugo was going to say, but he still didn't know the purpose of this conversation: "You mean to let me treat a god in the way of analyzing human beings?"

"Treat Azathoth the way you treat humans?" Hugo jumped up, looking a little excited, "What are you kidding! I didn't mean that, but you have to fully understand him, and the most important thing is to face him squarely Flaws, face up to his humanity!"

It walked around the table and approached Igor, and tapped the other's chest with one hand: "You must also face up to your own role. It was you who made him walk out of the deserted star even if he was unwilling to communicate with humans. It was you who made him feel strange. Belonging to human emotions, your communication is by no means just verbal!"

"Igor Sullivan, although I don't want to admit this explicitly—but the human qualities of Azathoth were awakened by you."

"You have to understand how important you are to Azathoth. As for whether to respond to this favor, it's another matter."

Igor subconsciously leaned back on the back of the sofa, he was stunned by his reaction, and then a little pain appeared on his expression.

"...I don't deny it, I was the one who brought the gods into this world."

he whispered.

Doesn't he feel anything about what Hugo said?

No, Igor has always been a keen person, even Azathoth was vaguely aware of his changes, and Igor would never say against his will that he didn't know.

And maybe this is what he was afraid of.

God is like a shepherd, driving the flock.The shepherd is always smarter and stronger than the sheep, so the sheep don't have to think about anything, just follow the pointed path.But what if, one day, one of the sheep suddenly finds that it can reverse the decisions of the shepherd?

Some people might be overjoyed by this... But Igor's first reaction was to feel the long-lost fear.

It's not that he doesn't trust Azathoth.He just doesn't trust himself.

Or...not as trusting himself as Azathoth trusted him.

"I don't quite understand." Hugo said confusedly, "Based on your life experience, shouldn't you develop a character that feels good about yourself?"

Igor smiled wryly.

He avoided the question and said instead: "You're right, I had a problem with my attitude before, and I will consider myself more important."

The gray-haired young man quickly adjusted his mood, and turned off his laptop and put it aside: "But your first question is to ask me 'Why do you trust God'? I can answer this answer for you at any time."

"Humans are actually not as complicated as you think, Mr. Hugo."

He smiled, "Anything can be weighed on both ends of a steelyard. But for me now, he weighs more than everything in the world, so I will always follow behind Mr. until he stops until needed."

Hugo stared at him and said nothing.

Igor stood up naturally: "I'll go see if Mr. wakes up."

"In addition, there is one thing that must be stated. I still don't think sleeping late is a shortcoming. There may be a cognitive difference between the two of us on this point."

Hugo: "...So what about emotional intelligence and social fear?"

Igor: "Forgive me for saying this, but isn't that cute?"

"Tsk." The bionic man rolled his eyes, "What... are you two really not in a relationship? I heard that only lovers wear an eight-meter-thick filter when they look at each other."

The human who walked up the stairs coughed softly: "...Actually, human beings are sometimes a little more complicated than you imagine, Mr. Hugo. Not all feelings are simply classified as pure love."

Hugo snorted: "Thank you, I don't want to know."

After Igor went upstairs, he didn't return to the living room until the afternoon.

The android was bored watching the TV show, feeling like he was going to go moldy.

At about one or two o'clock in the afternoon, the sound of a communication bell broke the silence of the villa.

Ford Hill sent them an email of [-] to [-] words. The words were rigorous and formal, and the tone was tactful and respectful. There were a lot of modest words and respectful words. In just one sentence:

"Erica was called a parent because she had a fight with her classmates on the first day of school. Would you like to come to the capital to find out the situation?"