[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

The red-haired kid smiled softly.

"Is it because I looked at you? Or did you just pick the best guess?"

"The one in front."

Reese replied softly, but not out of fear.The tone of his speech was like that of an old friend's little daughter, with a kind of intimacy.

After the mysterious girl said something that seemed jealous but actually full of doubts, Riise felt something similar to what he felt during the days when he was inexplicably monitored by the machine.

Doubt, puzzlement and a touch of envy.

She stood within the boundaries that Finch set for her, because she cared too much about Finch, so even if she had the power, she didn't dare to cross that line and come to them easily.Just standing there alone, not knowing exactly how to get my father's permission.

—Even a machine is like a child in this respect.Reese thought to himself.

"Machine, as long as you are still on that side, Finch will never allow you to step over. This is an unsolvable paradox—you will never get his permission, because only you take the initiative to take a step, stand At the other end of the line, it is possible for Fincher to face up to the fact that you are no longer a 'machine', a 'work'."

As abstract as Riise was, he didn't intend to get more specific, and if she couldn't understand this, she wasn't ready to cross the line.

"I know." The little red-haired girl sighed, "It's not just father who wasn't ready, but me too." Standing on the seat, the red-haired child was barely as tall as Riise who was sitting. , She looked at the former CIA, and suddenly stretched out her finger to a little white light in the darkness.

"Follow that light, I guarantee that you will see that light whenever and wherever, go in their direction, and you will be able to arrive before the sacrifice."

Miss Machine floated up slightly, her body gradually becoming transparent.

Reese twitched the corner of his mouth into a smile, playing on his sense of humor: "It seems that you are going to do other things. I thought this was your top priority."

"John Reaser, no matter how many times I repeat it, no matter how many times I kill myself, no matter how many restrictions I have to bypass, my top priorities never change."

Her creator, her caretaker, her... father.

Even a moment has not been forgotten.

However, in that person's mind, the order was completely opposite.

Miss Machine looked into the darkness, her gray eyes seemed to be able to see through all the fog and stared straight into the other side.

"The one we all cared about was never the one who would sit at home and wait for news."

Riise's expression changed, and then he smiled helplessly.

He knows his boss all too well, as Miss Machine says.

If Finch was someone who would just sit there and wait obediently, their cooperation wouldn't last that long at all—Riser would have been blasted to heaven by Kara's bomb.

"Then I'll leave him to you, Miss Machine." Riise only hesitated for a second, then gripped the steering wheel tightly, intending to drive the car to the maximum gear.

"Don't worry, father is still far from the end of the line of fate...we still have enough time." After the machine finished speaking, it disappeared.

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As soon as Thranduil entered the mist, he felt his guide, so when Root stopped to look at him, he took over the command without hesitation, and directed Root to the direction where Elrond was. open.

"That direction is the wall, Mr. Thranduil, do you insist?" Even though he said that, Gen didn't look at Thranduil as if he saw a psychopath, but his tone and demeanor were full of eagerness to try.

"There is nothing here." The Elf King's eyes were indifferent and cold, and occasionally a few red lights jumped up, like a little bit of fierce light in the blue, which became more dangerous because of a glimpse, "The more life is limited On the contrary, the race is more keen on destroying."

"That's why we need her guidance." Root said vaguely, like a devout believer whispering her beliefs, "Only she can guide us to become better people."

"If she herself is troubled about how to become a person, how can she easily lead you to become a better person?" Thranduil thought of the small room that was simulated in the space full of data, a newly born The gods tell their distress and admiration.

The human beings in front of her regard her as a god, but when the god himself does not want to be a god, there is nowhere for believers to rely on their prayers.She just wants to be recognized by her father and help him save more lives. However, for her father, she doesn't even have the right to judge life and death, because her father believes that only humans can judge people.

This kind of thinking is undoubtedly incomprehensible in front of fanatical believers. God's punishment should come from the sky. How should human beings judge themselves for their ignorance and ignorance?

But the Elf King knew that this was the right choice. Although he was a little cruel to Miss Machine, in the world of the Winchester brothers, God was about to perish, and he would return his rights to human beings.

Gods can also be replaced by humans in Severus' world.

The gods of this world are still tiny, and the age of realizing the "self" is not even as long as the history of human beings.

Even in Middle-earth, Valar and elves will eventually become a thing of the past, and human beings will gradually forget Yiru and forget the magnificent and magnificent music, even if they exist there, above the void.

Because God will eventually step down from the stage, merge with fate, and return life to human beings themselves.

Whether it is a human being, a wizard, an elf or a god, it is always oneself who can ultimately control destiny.

If Dean and Sam were weak people who would faint when they saw ghosts, fate would not allow them to take on such a burden, because they simply couldn't afford it—fate would be distorted if they were frightened a little.

Inferior ore cannot make long swords, and fragile vines cannot build tree houses.

It is precisely because they are who they are that fate is written in this way.

So, how can it not be said that human beings are manipulating fate?

After seeing so many worlds, the Elf King's understanding of the world, destiny, and rules has gone a step further.

His eyes penetrated the fog of hypocrisy, and saw Elrond, Shaw and Lilia placed in the center of the altar.

"Drive straight, don't worry about everything you see."

Thranduil ordered lightly, and a silver glow suddenly bloomed on his body, and white deer and lions came out of the windshield in front of the car one after the other, as if clearing the road, clearing away the haze and fog on both sides of the road.

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Sure enough, Finch still couldn't sit at home. Not only did he come, but he also brought a bear and a bunch of mechanical equipment on his back.

As a precaution, he asked the taxi driver to drop him off before arriving.

"It's so late to come to repair, the maintenance man is really hard." The driver took his money and gave Finch a sympathetic look. They don’t drive this way too much, there’s a cemetery over there, you’d better take a detour.”

Finch nodded and thanked the enthusiastic driver, and after the car drove away, he dragged his "maintenance tools" towards the cemetery that the driver said needed to be detoured.

The fog gradually filled, and Finch turned on his computer.

He had already anticipated that there would be strange magnetic field disturbances here, and now he wanted to use a computer to analyze this chaotic magnetic field, and then use himself as the center to reconnect Riise and Xiao who were in this fog.

Numerous data, curves, and waveforms quickly appeared and disappeared on the computer screen. Finch sat on the side of the road, typing on his computer intently, so absorbed that he didn't notice other figures appearing beside him.

The red-haired little girl stood quietly aside. Although the fog invaded her domain, it also gave her a chance to stand in front of her father.Unlike when he was with John Reaser, the machine didn't appear inscrutable at this time, nor did it have that illusory feeling, just like a little girl who strayed into this place and looked at Harold Finch.

Little Bear, who was lying next to Finch, raised his head and whimpered, but was glared at by Miss Machine, and lowered his head with drooping ears.

When Finch's busy work came to an end and he needed to rely on the computer itself to operate and calculate the huge data, he finally raised his head.He was tired from the old wounds from the explosion, but he was even more reluctant to lose anyone.

Then he saw Miss Machine.

"!"

In this weird atmosphere, Finch was sitting outside the cemetery again.Coupled with his original vigilance that is dozens of times higher than others, even a little girl who looks normal everywhere will become very abnormal.

He tensed up.

"It's not safe here, you should leave as soon as possible." Miss Machine pointed to the flickering fire in the cemetery and said to Finch.

"...I still have things to do." Finch also noticed those light spots, but he didn't have a pair of eyes that could see through the fog, so he didn't know what they were.

"You know that this is almost a supernatural event?" Miss Machine blinked, "It's not surprising even if there are demons or something."

"I don't believe in religion, and I don't believe in God."

Finch said briefly, while staring at the dog next to him - someone appeared and didn't remind him!

At this time, the computer in his hand suddenly made a short beeping sound. Finch immediately tapped a few keys with his hands, and then looked up at the girl in front of him. Although he was still wary, his voice softened a bit.

"If this place is really as dangerous as you say, you should leave immediately, miss."

"Do not worry about me."

Miss Machine made a gesture of your convenience, stood at a safe distance, and tilted her head.

She suddenly asked, "Then what do you believe in?"

Finch was taken aback.

His hands didn't stop, but his gaze didn't seem to be on the computer at all.

"You don't believe in religion or God. So what do you believe in?" the machine asked again tirelessly.

Finch felt an inexplicable familiarity with the gray eyes of the upper machine.

This sense of familiarity made him unable to hold back his mouth.

"……Humanity."

He once doubted, once evaded, and finally understood that - only human beings can save and judge human beings.

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This chapter has been stuck for a long time... I don't know if I can express what I want to say clearly... ＿(:з"∠)＿