The Endless Shuttle

"...three digits."

"Why so many?" Luo Pei frowned.

He remembered that a few months ago, even counting the picture book and the wild monsters that had been cleaned up, it was less than three hundred, and now it's just crazy three digits?

The three-flavored mask said bitterly: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, because there are too many newcomers here... Most of them came to Tokyo to meet you after hearing the story of Mr. Anzhiju. According to your order, we will send They all took..."

With the spread of Luo Pei's title of "Father of Demons", more and more abnormalities gathered in Tokyo, a small and lively city. While adding a lot of people, hidden dangers of instability were also buried.

"Those crazy monsters didn't affect the normal world, did they?"

"Except for the first few murders, we controlled the others in time. There are not many burial cemeteries in this city, and the problem of the living dead is a trivial matter."

The three-flavored mask asked again.

"How do you think these guys are dealt with?"

"If it is judged to be hopeless, kill it!" Luo Peisen said coldly.

"My subordinates don't need waste that can't even bear this kind of influence. Sanwei mask, this city is an important territory for me, remember, especially the area close to the suburban research institute, I don't want to see any crazy people monsters or the living dead."

"yes!"

The black-haired young man hadn't spoken to his subordinates in this tone for a long time, which made the hairs on the body of the three-flavored mask stand on end.

——Its master is an existence that can scare the "demon".

"We will do our best to protect your territory!"

"Well, don't forget to take advantage of the chaos to spread some beliefs about the "Father of Demons", a human being who is particularly vulnerable to a sense of crisis. "

After giving the order, Luo Pei hung up the phone and looked up at the top of the car.

"Protected Territory"...Tokyo...

Of course, the black-haired young man would not think that the evil omen of an ancient god's stillbirth only broke out in a small city. The distance between "Lord of Death" Azakalon and the world is getting closer, and the impact must be "world-class".

Not only in Tokyo, but also in other places around the world.

...What kind of response will the SCP Foundation do to such a big anomaly?

Luo Pei looked at Wingate's number in the address book, and just put his finger on the dial button, the black-clothed bodyguard sitting in the front seat who looked like a stone statue made a sound.

"Mr. Consultant, the institute is here."

"... Thank you for your hard work."

After hesitating for a moment, Luo Pei put the phone back in his pocket, and got out of the high-end luxury car after the bodyguard respectfully opened the door.

In the afternoon, the sun gradually set in the west, and some floors of the interior building of the heavily guarded research institute had already turned on the lights, and the controlled researchers were still working hard even after get off work hours.

Going straight through the layers of guards, Luo Pei came to the office of the research director of Makise Kurisu.

The brown-red-haired girl was gnawing at complicated academic books that made people dizzy, while listing formulas one after another on the small blackboard, occasionally frowning slightly because it was too obscure and difficult.

Looking at Makise Kurisu, who worked hard for her, Luo Pei's heart warmed up, and the unhappiness just now eased slightly.

The shadow of the mother of the time machine has undoubtedly overlapped with the current figure of the girl.

"Ah, Rope."

Makise Kurisu saw the handsome black-haired young man standing at the door, and quickly pulled him in.

"Here, here! I just don't understand one thing. The sinking distortion of the three-dimensional space will have problems even if it is improved at the material level. Those things you engraved will blur the space between the "A" area and the "B" area. Then Contradiction in the formula..."

Luo Pei was dragged by the arm, and the girl's words made him dizzy.

He is really hard on technology. The magic pattern on the time machine can be regarded as supplementing the details within one's ability at best, and discussing it with him will be fruitless.

The black-haired youth gently patted the girl's hand and said with a smile.

"It's time to get off work, why don't you put the work aside for now? Those researchers are still dead, Hong Lixi doesn't have to work so hard."

"what are you talking about!"

Makise Kurori crossed her willow waist, and said in a tone that could not be refuted.

"It's the most critical time, success or failure is just around the corner, how can we waste our progress because of laziness. It was Luo Pei who said he would build a time machine in a year and a half, but apart from the first half month, I can't even see your figure in the workplace these days..."

"……All right."

Less tempered, Luo Pei shrugged.

"I don't care about you."

Having said that, the typical arrogant girl immediately stopped talking, and a blush came to her cheeks.

"Don't, don't think that I will compromise by saying that!"

"Yes, Master Hong Liqi accuses you at will, and I, Luo Pei, will never speak back."

The black-haired young man walked to the table and poured himself a cup of brewed black tea.

"Just don't force yourself to understand things that you have never touched in your life. The secret technique I engraved on the time machine has a rigorous system like science. Excessive analysis with your materialistic thinking will bring very violent results. "Very poisonous". My suggestion to Hong Liqi is to make those etched magic patterns purely functional, and don't care about its composition. "

"Even if you say that..."

Makise Kurisu doesn't agree with Luo Pei's statement. In her opinion, since she is in charge of rigorous manufacturing, she must at least know the purpose of a screw, let alone these key things.

"By the way, Hong Liqi."

Rope interrupted the girl's thoughts.

"Have you nothing to do recently?"

"As you can see, I'm all about things!"

Makise Kurisu vigorously patted the pile of books on the table.

"It's needless to say if it's a date. Back then, I naively thought that you, Luo Pei, really wanted to protect me..."

"Am I incompetent as a bodyguard, am I not a gentleman?"

"I don't mean that!"

Makise Kurisu turned her face away in embarrassment, and whispered.

"If you like it... just choose it and say it clearly... treat me like a child... I won't discriminate against you because of your identity, Luo Pei..."