I saved the world after jumping backwards

An hour later, Xuebu followed Fyodor to one of the secret strongholds of the so-called House of the Dead.

The stronghold was built underground in a dark alley. When actually walking down, Xuebu discovered that the ground was dug very deep, at least as deep as three floors of a normal building.

The interior of the secret stronghold is as intricate as a hole made by a mouse. Fyodor walked around the ground with snow steps like this, and finally arrived at a certain room.

"This is where our loot is stored." Fyodor opened the door for Xuebu and introduced kindly.

"Spoils? Can stolen things be called trophies?" After speaking, Xue Bu walked into the room before him.

This is a room like a collection room, where precious and shining gemstones, government secret documents, and tacky and practical large sums of cash are all neatly displayed in glass cabinets.

Fyodor leaned against the door, and he watched the silver-haired boy walk straight past the display cabinets without turning his head, and finally stopped at the corner of the room, where the "trophies" brought back from Italy were parked.

It was an oval metal box about 1.5 meters high that looked like a white cocoon. The special white metal reflected a gentle light. There was a light blue glass-like screen in the center of the cocoon. You can't even see what's going on inside.

Xuebu took a few deep breaths to calm down his rapid heartbeat. He knelt down and slowly brushed off the dust with his hand. The metal made of special material feels as warm as jade.

It contained the research results of him and his mother - the multifunctional adaptive robot "Echo".

"I tried to open it no less than ten times, no matter whether it was a hammer, a chainsaw, or high and low temperature rotation, none of them succeeded." Fyodor walked up to Xuebu and said with interest, "This is not the metal of this era. , so there is no specific means to deal with it at all.”

Xuebu glanced at him lightly, "You are right, there is only one way to open the "echo", and the "key" to open it is now in my hands. "

As he spoke, he stretched his hand towards his neck, where the neck ornament that had always accompanied him was hanging, a white triangular metal piece, which Xuebu, who had not recovered his memory, always thought it was a guitar pick, and this piece The metal just fits into the groove of the white shelter.

"Are you going to turn it on?" Fyodor asked.

"Not yet." Liao Xuebu answered him.

Fyodor watched the silver-haired boy get up and stand still, squinted his eyes slightly, and said, "Is it because the reserve power energy is insufficient? It seems that there is no way to keep it running for a long time in this era. "

"Have you ever heard of a word?" Xuebu raised his eyebrows and looked at him. Under the suspicious eyes of the black-haired man, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the snow-white thick face was stained with ridicule. smile, "People who know too much don't live long."

The black-haired man opened his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of stupefaction on his handsome face, but probably this kind of dazed expression was his normal expression, Xuebu walked in front of him and left the room.

"Mr. Fyodor, how long are you going to stay here, hurry up and ask someone to move the "Echo" to my room. "

It wasn't until he heard Xuebu's upright commanding voice that Fyodor's eyes became brighter.

Just now when he saw Sariel's smile, he was a little dazed. It's really strange. Why did he suddenly miss the harmless Yuki in Yokohama who responded to his requests?

From this day on, Fyodor began to arrange work for Xuebu, but it was basically trivial matters such as giving him a shoulder massage, making coffee, or helping him in hacking work, so during the time when there was no work arrangement, Xuebu will find things to do by himself.

For example, right now he is researching a substitute for the power source of "Echo".

The black-haired man picked up the steaming coffee on the table. He first sniffed the aroma lightly, and then raised the cup to his lips with an elegant and pleasing movement. After tasting it, he couldn't help sighing; "Sure enough, Sha Li Ye's coffee is still delicious as always."

It's just that the person he praised was completely puzzled, and while he was busy with his own affairs, he said perfunctorily: "Arrange some serious work for me sometime, I don't want to make you coffee all the time."

Fyodor, who noticed all this, sighed, "But I really like the coffee Sariel made, and the food he cooks is also delicious, and he works very hard. He is simply the perfect subordinate." He looked very distressed, "If only my subordinates were as conscious as Sariel..."

Xuebu looked at the computer without lifting his head, his fingers moved quickly, and said in a cold tone: "Why don't I remember when I became your subordinate?"

"Don't be angry, it's just an analogy." After a pause, he continued to say with real emotion: "I'm really distressed, after all, they are all strings that only move when I move them." Dolls, I really don’t know what to do with them.”

"Salary deduction." Xuebu replied casually, but after he finished speaking, he somehow remembered the assassination team whose salary was deducted by Diablok and finally decided to rebel.

Reminiscent of these to Fyodor, Xuebu couldn't help laughing.

Fyodor raised his eyebrows, "Sariel, aren't you thinking about something strange right now?"

"Why?" Xuebu looked at him innocently, but the smile in his eyes had not dissipated, so his words were not credible, "If you really want to transform the string puppet into an automatic puppet, why not arrange A guy who works hard comes into the organization, and then he just keeps improving the other side."

"I see. If other people are jealous, they will naturally join in, just like an unscrupulous black-hearted capitalist. You are really a devil." Fyodor clenched his fist with one hand and gently punched the other with his eyes wide open. A palm, with a look of sudden realization, "However, you can use it to see."

Xuebu sneered and said, "Let's be each other."

After a pause, his expression became serious, "But speaking of it, I also have a question to ask you, Mr. Fyodor."

"Regarding the "Sky Ring Code" incident that happened all over the world before, are you and the "Rat of the Dead House" behind it? "

Fyodor was taken aback by his question, and soon the corners of his lips evoked a smile with ease again, as if everything was under his control, which made Xuebu extremely unhappy.

"Sariel, I predicted that you would discover all this, it was just a matter of time." Fyodor said quietly, "It's just that you are a little stupider than I imagined, and you only discovered it now." all of these."

"—Projecting ring codes in the sky all over the world." The silver-haired boy ignored his provocation, and said casually: "I just want to say that although Sombra (black shadow) is indeed capable of doing this, but After all, she herself is not in this era, so if the scope is the whole world, it may still be somewhat difficult."

"She must have other helpers in this world, and this helper—is you right?"

When the silver-haired boy stared at him like a falcon, the black-haired man put his slender palms into fists against his chin, and smiled softly.

"You're right." He bent his eyes and controlled the smile in his tone, "It's indeed very difficult for a hacker like Sombra to deliver a message from another era."

Suddenly, he leaned forward, and before Xuebu could react, he pressed it against the silver-haired boy's ear. He blew a breath, and then whispered softly: "So, I let you restore your memory, you have to remember Oh, Sally."

His gaze was real, and there was a little uplifting tone in his voice, as if he was asking for credit. When he spoke close to him, Xuebu couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle.

He covered his ears with an inexplicable expression and leaned back. After drawing a safe distance, he looked at the smiling eyes of the other party in a complicated manner. He pursed his lips and said, "Why on earth are you..."

At this moment, the communicator loaded with "Best" in his pocket suddenly rang.

This communicator Xuebu used "Best" and "Miracle" to transform two of them in the dungeon, of which the mother machine was in his hands, and the other one should have been blown to ashes in the explosion of the Black Church.

Looking at the call request on the screen, Xuebu felt inexplicably uneasy, the voice that had been haunting him in his dream came out of the communicator, "Xiaoxue! Listen to me, Odasaku is in danger !"

The moment he heard Odasaku's name, Yukipo's expression changed. He held the communicator tightly and listened to Dazai's explanation of the situation word by word. It was empty, as if I couldn't hear anything anymore.

The moment he hung up the call, the silver-haired boy also stood up from the chair, and he walked towards the exit of the room in three steps at a time.

"It's a trap." Fyodor still looked leisurely leaning on the leather sofa, but his expression had changed back to the bored and indifferent look, "Sariel, you should also understand , If you go back now, I am afraid it will be difficult to return here, if you are caught and defected by the port Mafia, if you are not executed on the spot, a reality-altering superhuman like you may be raped."

"Are you going to give up? Go back to the original world."

"You're right." Xuebu stopped abruptly, "But, if I don't go back, that person, Mr. Zuo..."

His voice trembled, and his eyes were full of shaking.

"Okay, if you can leave." As he said, he clapped his hands, and Ivan, who had been waiting by the side, nodded towards Fyodor, "I understand the master, just stop him, even If you accidentally break your limbs, it won't hurt too much, right?"

Fyodor glanced at him lightly, and said cruelly: "Do whatever you want."