Around noon, Bediwell was sitting on a bench in the city center to rest, rubbing his shoulders.
"I've been busy all day, and I'm exhausted." He complained. Maybe it was because Sherrich Chad was beside him, and he couldn't help but want to act coquettishly.
"Is it really so tiring?" the Snow Lion girl asked with a smile: "Most of the affairs seem to be handled by my subordinates, right?"
"You're right... By the way, your Sphinx Foundation occasionally does this kind of volunteer-like behavior? It's really rare." The werewolf youth also laughed and said: "But why does it have to be in a country like South Africa?
Do it in Egypt? If you want to help people, why not do it in your own territory, Egypt? Even in Cairo, there should be a lot of people in need of help, right?"
"Didn't I tell you, I want to come and see the sins this city is carrying." Sherichard said: "The more people who need help, the more urgent these people need help. The sins of this city and this country
The deeper it goes. When I completely see through the sins of this country, maybe I can make up my mind to go to war with them."
"Start a war..." Bedivere frowned: "You don't really think that the Sphinx Consortium can fight against the entire country by itself, do you?"
"I don't think so. But something has to be done." Sherrichard said.
——Just like the man named Payne just now, this is mantis trying to do something, and it is overestimating one's capabilities.
"Speaking of which..." Bedivere thought of the man who couldn't be persuaded just now, and asked again: "That guy named Payne, why do you want to help him? He is a killer, right? If what the information says is correct, he should kill him
A lot of people have been killed, right? That shouldn’t be a heinous criminal and should be convicted? Why should we help him instead?”
"Not entirely." Sherrichard said, "Even Mr. Payne has his principles, not to kill women or children. And I have carefully compared the targets he has killed over the years...it seems that there are really not many people who are.
Absolutely innocent. Although he was indeed a gangster's tool and was involved in their vendettas, in the end he even eliminated the gangster who nurtured him. Isn't this a great harm to the world?"
"Ah this..."
"Didn't you also say that people can't judge people? Who are we, and what standards should we use to define the right and wrong of others' actions? It's better to leave him alone. At this time, it's better to give him a favor and see what we can learn from him in the future.
What benefits can you get?"
"I have no objection. So...where to go next?"
"We're not going anywhere, let's take a rest. Maybe there are no people worth saving in this country?"
"There are still some, right? For example, children——"
"No." Sherrichard said categorically: "No child in this country is innocent. If there is, only the descendants of Lord Suvar are innocent. In this country, this area
The people living peacefully on the land are more or less burdened with the sin of dividing the lord's property. Their happiness is based on appropriating other people's property. This sin will be passed down from generation to generation. Even their descendants will
They all have to bear this sin...just let them all die."
"You don't need to be so absolute..."
"Why not? Look at the splendor of this city. Look at these shameless people who enjoy this splendor. They build high-rise buildings on land that does not belong to them, using money looted from the Kingdom of Solis.
.Every bit of prosperity they enjoy is dripping with blood. Not only the adults, but also their children are enjoying this prosperity as a matter of course. Isn't this a sin?"
Bedivere was speechless.
"When you have had enough rest, let's go to the next attraction. This time it's not to help anyone, it's just to meet someone." Sherrichard smiled: "I promise, what happens next will definitely be better than going to see someone."
The movie is even better."
"Oh?" The werewolf youth's ears twitched: "I'm really looking forward to hearing you say that."
"But now -" Sherrichard reached out and gently pulled Bedivere's wolf ears, causing the werewolf young man's head to move accordingly, and finally made Bedivere lie on the bench, with his head pillowed on the bench.
On Sherrichard's lap.
"Well, is this okay..." Bedivere's face suddenly turned red.
"You only have ten minutes, have a good rest." Sherrichard turned her face away and seemed to be blushing. But her hand was gently stroking Bedivere's hair, just like a mother coaxing her child to sleep.
The young Bedivere was extremely unable to resist this kind of thing, and his heart was beating fast.
By the way, are they dating? Although Sherichard has never admitted this relationship, "dating" is just a joke.
But he had also kissed him and had his thighs rested on his pillow. Sherichard's affection for him should already be quite high, right...?
...Do you want to really confess your feelings?
But what should you do if your confession is rejected?
Now he can still maintain this ambiguous relationship with Sherry Chad, who seems to be lovers but not really lovers. If he confesses his love and is rejected, this relationship will no longer be able to be maintained.
Bedivere was very scared when he thought of this. After all, he had only confessed to one woman in his life, and his wife Lianyin agreed from the beginning. At that time, he knew from the beginning that Lianyin liked him, and that time was the strategy
Confessions with zero difficulty cannot be accurate.
And Sherichard is much more difficult to deal with than his ex-wife Lianyin, in every sense.
(Lian Yin...)
Bedivere's mind still vaguely recalled the scene of that year, when Lianyin was swallowed up by "Chaos" and her body turned into gray. At that time, she should have been protecting Hasky, but Hasky was earlier than her.
It disappeared. It is possible that it was swallowed up by "Chaos". There is also an extremely slim possibility that it was urgently teleported away by Lianyin using some kind of magic.
Bedivere was unable to confirm Huskey's death with his own eyes, so he retained a small hope that Huskey still had the one-in-a-million chance that he was still alive.
But maybe he was just deceiving himself. Maybe he was just fishing for the moon in the water and watching the flowers in the mist. But he clung to the slightest possibility and persisted until now.
Even he himself felt that he was an hopelessly paranoid person.
"Okay, time's up." Sherrichard tapped Bediwell on the head, allowing the werewolf youth to recover from his half-asleep state: "You have had enough rest, let's continue the journey."
"Of course." Bedivere rubbed his sleepy eyes, pretending that the tears in the corners of his eyes were just caused by sleep: "Where are you going?"
"The President's Office." Sherrichard replied.
"What?" Bediwell, who was a little tired, suddenly became energetic and frightened: "Are you...serious? We won't be arrested for trespassing in a place like that?"
"Just go in through his special secret passage. There are guards at the front entrance, so you can't fool them. But in the secret passage, only the system is doing the confirmation. Just let the system scan my pupils."
By the way, Sherrichard logged her pupil information into the system after killing the president. Logically speaking, she should now have the same authority as the president, and she can naturally enter and exit the presidential palace. Although that
Permissions can only fool the system, not the living people who actually monitor everything.
A luxury car drove up and stopped in front of the two of them. Sherrichard got into the car without thinking, and Bediwell followed.
"Fortunately, he often takes his lover into one of the secret rooms for trysts. He does shady things, so he naturally doesn't want too many people to know about the secret passage, so there are no guards in the passage." The Snow Lion girl described it without emotion.
, she has indeed found out everything: "It should be absolutely safe to enter through that passage."
"When you sneak into the Presidential Palace this time, are you planning to deal with someone else?" Bedivere asked worriedly. If a problem occurs in the residence of a South African dignitary, they will become a turtle in the jar.
"No, I'm really just going to meet someone." Sherrichard promised: "Whether that is still a [person], it's hard to say."
Ten minutes later, the car arrived at the stone statue behind the Presidential Palace. Sherrichard found a hidden button on the right side of the stone statue and opened a hidden passage hidden under the base of the stone statue.
"Is this more like that guy's special emergency escape tunnel?" The werewolf young man laughed and said, "Although that guy can no longer use it."
Sherrichard smiled, walked forward, and performed the pupil scan authentication in front of an automatic door.
"Welcome back, Your Excellency." The system replied and opened the door at the same time.
So Sherichard really has presidential authority...?
She had indeed executed the President of South Africa before, and then used his eyeballs to reset the operating permissions in the Quantum Shipyard. At that time, it was Kana who was responsible for re-registering permissions, but at that time the system reported Snow
The name Richard Oppenheimer. This intriguing detail has always bothered Bedivere.
"Hmm..." The werewolf young man followed Sherrichard and entered the long, splendid passage.
The passage is too luxurious. The floor, walls, tiles, and ceiling are all paved with gold nuggets. Even a little lighting will make the entire passage shine dazzlingly. Therefore, its lighting is hidden in the dark cracks in the ceiling, and only comes from that crack.
There is a little bit of cold light coming out of it, which should be the warm white light of the LED strip.
Only Bedivere and Sherrichard were left in this golden world. The werewolf youth also asked the question he had been holding back for a long time:
"What is your relationship with Kana, Sherrichard? Did you...transplant your right eye to her?"
"Does it look like I had a transplant on my right eye?" Sherry Chad smiled.
"I don't think so either. So -" Bedivere put forward a bolder hypothesis: "So you are Kana, and Kana is you? She is your... clone or something?"
Sherrichard, who was laughing originally, suddenly laughed even more vigorously, as if he had heard a very interesting joke.
"Did I... say something wrong?" A drop of sweat broke out on Bedivere's forehead.
"No. Under the premise that the known conditions are extremely limited, your reasoning is already infinitely close to correct, Mr. Detective Bedivere." Sherrichard said with a smile: "But the result of the reasoning is still a little biased. This is not surprising.
You, normal reasoning methods cannot get accurate results."
The snow lion girl stopped, turned to look at the werewolf youth, and put away the smile on her face:
"Kana is me, I am Kana. She is not a copy of me, at least not a copy created by me using any biochemical means.
——She is me, my clone in another parallel world.
In her world, the character [Shirrichard] is even a human being."