The Unspeakable Diary

Anxiety? Uneasy? Fear?

No, nothing. At the moment when he held the flute, Yu Yi's mind was blank. He didn't think about anything, and didn't do anything. He just held the gorgeous flute to his lips like a puppet and played a pleasant tune. Pleasant? Yes, it was quite pleasant. Perhaps there was no more beautiful sound in the world. The beautiful music, combined with the dull drum beats, made Yu Yi intoxicated.

The beautiful dancer in green gauze twisted her figure in a green flame. Her beautiful dance made a large number of people present fall for her. She was worthy of being the chief dancer. Only she deserved such a title, right?

There was a celebration all around, and it was very lively. There were several figures approaching him and trying to talk to him, but they were soon pulled away by a steel plate. Yes, steel plate. Although Yu Yi's mind was blank, he still recognized who the other party was. Now I am probably a lunatic, right? The flute sound that should have been harsh was pleasant to the ear, the drum sound that should have been disgusting was so rhythmic, it was just a ball of fire... well, although it was just a ball of fire, Turzicha danced really well, completely different from those coquettish bitches beside him.

I don't know how much time has passed, Huanyan didn't seem to stop at all, Yuyi didn't feel tired at all, and even felt a little excited. He could feel that he could play with Huanyan forever. Strange... the one playing the flute shouldn't be mine... where did the invisible player go?

With this thought, Yuyi confirmed that he should have fallen into a weird state. He was clearly sober, knew where he was, knew what the hell was around him, knew what he was holding in his hand, and knew what he heard, but Yuyi was empty, obeying his instinct, listening to the "pleasant" tone, trying to empty his mind, maybe... he was really crazy.

I was not a normal person. I was just a madman from the beginning. If it weren't for Naya's plan that allowed me to get the eye representing Azathoth, Yu Yi would definitely be crazy until the destruction of the world or be cleared out by the state machine in advance. After all, in the original plan, he was ready to start with his own cult, but he didn't expect Yu Yi to start first and clean up the door.

When Yu Yi came to his senses, the surroundings were already quiet. Although he was still playing the pleasant sound, those indescribable things had stopped. He gradually put down the flute in his hand. A group of indeterminate substances floated in front of him. The other party moved gently towards Yu Yi.

"I like you very much. You play much better than that guy over there. I'm tired of playing. It's time to leave. I'll help you clean up the fog gate. Please send back the rest who refuse to go home." As he said this, the figures around him disappeared one by one. Finally, the cheerful scene disappeared, and the empty surface was shrouded in fog again.

"Oh, by the way, I'll leave my troublesome daughter to you."

At this moment, the steel plate with a side ponytail stood up: "Wait, father, I object..."

"They are a perfect match, how can you, a fool, object?" Without saying a word, he tore open a strange crack and threw Naya in: "We'll have a good talk about your matter later, it's time to go."

Finally, everything was settled, and there was nothing left in front of Yu Yi. He finally put down the hand holding the flute. Looking at the flute in his hand, he instinctively wanted to throw it away, but he still held back and stuffed the flute into his waist bag, then sat down directly on the ground. Then Yu Yi found that he was covered with dust, and his body made a creaking sound as he moved. Oh, it seemed that he had been standing here for a long time without moving.

He raised his watch and looked at it. It was 17:25 on September 1st.

If I remember correctly, I raided Yellowstone Park at three in the morning. How could I stand for so long? It has been ten hours since the early morning. No wonder my body is sore, as if I haven't moved for a long time.

Trying to turn my head around, Yu Yi instantly found a figure sitting against the wall. It was JS-9. Why is she here?

"Hello?"

Yu Yi approached, but JS-9 didn't respond. She leaned against the wall with her head down, curled up in the corner holding her submachine gun, as if she was asleep.

Dead? There is nothing to worry about. Once a tactical humanoid dies, the mental cloud map will be uploaded to the network, and then it will be smashed once in the dreamland and loaded into the body. Death is not a big deal for a tactical humanoid, and it doesn't matter even if it is updated. It can continue to be used after repairing the cloud map and upgrading the mind.

"Hello? Are you okay?"

Yu Yi pushed the other person and found that he was not dead, but was in a state of running out of energy. He was still alive and kicking in the morning, but how come he was like this in the evening? He ran out of energy all of a sudden? Was there a power leak? ? And you have been here all the time? You probably listened to the whole concert? ? However, tactical dolls don't have the so-called san value, so there shouldn't be any problem, but why does it feel weird here?

Raising his head and looking around, Yu Yi finally realized something was wrong. He was obviously in Yellowstone Volcano Park, so why could he see the sea? ! Others can't see it, but Yu Yi can see it, because the fog will not block Yu Yi's vision.

He lowered his head and checked his watch again.

September 1, 2019.

grass! ! A whole year has passed! ! ! This inexplicable year has come again! !

"Look for a place to rest first." Yu Yi, who had just returned from the madness, not only felt sore all over his body, but also felt dizzy. Yu Yi could even feel that he was about to faint. After checking himself to make sure that nothing was missing, Yu Yi squatted down and carried the JS-9, which weighed almost several hundred kilograms. As the place was once again shrouded in fog, some things appeared in the surrounding fog. There is a malicious figure. It is not a good choice to rush to fight with Yu Yi in his current state. The best choice is to leave here with JS-9 first.

Having just recovered from the confusion, Yu Yi couldn't even tell who those guys in the fog were, but they were rushing towards this side very quickly. For the sake of safety, it was better to hide first.

"Huh, seeing as you've been with me for a year, I won't leave you here."

Taking JS-9, he quickly hid in a pile of withered bushes. Yu Yi moved his body gently, trying to regain his mobility.

Soon, several figures appeared from the mist. It was obvious that they were not monsters. The firearms in their hands, the tactical eyepieces they had dragged on, and the defensive formations on their bodies all marked their identities - tactical humanoids.

Please...you...Collect_6Ⅰ9ⅠBookⅠ(Six\\\\\\Nine\\\\\\Book\\\\\\!)

"call"

Just a tactical doll... This time, Yu Yi, who was completely relaxed, closed his eyes and leaned on JS-9 and passed out.

"There is a sound! Go and have a look, be careful!"

"Found it!! It's JS-9!! There's another man... identified! It's the commander!"

"The situation is very bad! Hurry! Escort us back!!"