The clues lead to Tenjoin Murasaki, who is extremely mysterious.
"Why did she want to hurt Kyoto Mugen?" Lila pondered, "She sent people to modify the multi-eyed demons, which deeply affected the Konjima, causing Kyoto Mugen to fall into decline at the beginning of the war... What good does this do to her?"
"Then there are many options for us to follow," Xu Yang fell into thinking. "Either give a hint to Tenjoin Murasaki that we have collected information that is detrimental to her, so as to establish contact with her; or pass the information to her.
Leave it directly to Kirino Reiyo and complete this transaction neatly; otherwise, we can simply conceal this information, hide the real culprit, say that we have gained nothing, and let Kyoto Infinite continue to fall into division and internal troubles."
"This piece of information alone is not enough to affect Tenjouin Murasaki's status." Lila said.
"Any group is composed of an individual," Xu Yang stroked the stubble on his chin. "There can never be no friction between individuals. The question is whether they still adhere to the same goal and have consistent interests."
"In other words, this incident shows that there are differences in the high-level lines of Kyoto Mugen." Lila said.
"Indeed, for us, just knowing this is enough." Xu Yang nodded, "We don't have to delve into their private affairs. We should give this clue to Kirino Reiyo as an answer in exchange for information, and then focus on Pan Ruiyin.
Rescue me."
After working, they returned to the large office in the industrial park.
Lila set up a bar here. She attaches great importance to the atmosphere. When Xu Yang stepped in, she closed the door, locked it, turned on the warm pink ambient light, and took out two orange-packaged aluminum cans of beer from the small refrigerator.
Placed on the gray marble counter.
She opened the can, and the sound of bubbles caught Xu Yang's footsteps. He turned around and sat down at the bar.
"Cheers." Lila picked up the wine can and touched it with Xu Yang's.
Xu Yang opened the pull tab and took two sips. The cold beer was delicious. It was imported from the Göttingen area in Western Europe. The packaging was simple and the fresh visual design was used, which invisibly added flavor to the drink.
Lila also drinks. They pass through the simulated mouth and throat. There is a precise sorter in her body corresponding to the stomach, which shunts the contents to other areas of the body according to their properties. Alcohol is regarded as fuel and sent into
In a closed combustion boiler in the lower abdomen.
About 10 seconds later, the power supply in Lila's body increased, triggering the simulation of joyful emotions, causing her to raise her eyebrows. At the same time, she noticed that Xu Yang's subcutaneous blood vessels expanded slightly, and his micro-expression hinted that his mood was improving.
Very good...so good.
What is the difference between herself and a real intelligent life? A new analysis report is generated in Lila's chip. She has a sufficiently restored bionic appearance, a highly realistic emotional program, and a replica of her original thinking.
The consciousness chip, half of the soul is entangled here, and the connection with the starry sky has even been reestablished.
Even drinking is just as fun.
She leaned forward, crossed the bar, and kissed Xu Yang deeply.
Looking at Lila's tender eyes, Xu Yang couldn't regard her as a mechanical body, not now and never in the future. He took Lila into his arms.
Farosha walked towards the office, walked to the door, walked around and then back again.
She walked to the metal walkway outside and cast an indifferent look at the mining machines in the core area of the industrial park. She stared at the stones, watching how they were dug out of the deposits and then ruthlessly crushed by the giant machinery. This gave her a sense of wonder.
A feeling of relief, many things should be destroyed like this.
"Lord Farossa." 101 walked over quickly. She had developed a habit and regarded herself as Farosha's personal attendant.
"Where is your sister?" Falosa asked.
101 picked up the meter and installed a child locator on her sister while 102 was sleeping to prevent 102 from getting lost.
"Near the cells." 101 said.
"There should still be only Chainsaw Angels in the cell."
"yes."
"Does she know she shouldn't interact with puppies? Or did you fail to remind her?"
"I said so."
"Take me there," Falosa said.
On the other side, 102 held a plate of cream cake in his left hand and a whole plate of fruit in his right hand, walking briskly towards the cell.
She put down the food, climbed up the wall, and tore off the metal shield from the outside of the fence. The chain saw angel heard the sound of the shield being torn apart, and looked up to see the long-lost light entering the cell. From extreme darkness to light, she adapted.
Go very quickly.
"Is that you?" Chainsaw Angel asked tentatively.
"I'm going to put the food in, be careful, if you get closer to the door, it might fall on top of your head." 102 moved a ladder over.
She climbed up to a high place and stuffed the fruits into the cracks in the railings. They fell in according to the laws of gravity. The chain saw angel quickly caught them and swallowed them whole. She had not eaten for a long time and lived a life of asceticism.
Finally the end has come.
After eating the delicacies brought by 102, Chainsaw Angel leaned against the door. Her wings had recovered for a long time, but there was not enough space for them to stretch out.
"These are all my favorite foods. If you don't like them, just tell me." 102 took Teppanyu back and said, "We have everything now."
"What do you want to do?" Chainsaw Angel asked.
"Uh," 102 thought for a moment, "What do you mean we plan to do?"
"No, it's not you, but you. I just want to know what you want to do in the future." Chainsaw Angel said.
"Protecting my sister is the most important thing, then protecting Ms. Farosha, and protecting Uncle Xu." 102 also leaned against the door, and she could feel that there was only a 5-centimeter-thick metal layer between herself and the Chainsaw Angel.
"I can teach you how to fight," Chainsaw Angel said.
"You want me to let you out - it's impossible!" 102 was shocked.
"No, no need." Chainsaw Angel still stared at the dark cell in front of him, folding his hands on his chest, "I am already 170 years old, which is not a long life for an angel, but I have quite a lot of combat experience. Yours
The combat mode is very similar to mine. Gun guns and chainsaws are heavy giant weapons. I have many moves that I can teach you. I can dictate them to you, and I can also tell yours from the sound of the wind when you swing the weapon.
Is the posture wrong? After a few weeks of training, you can become an expert in the use of giant weapons. In time, you can become a master of close combat, destroying anything you don't like."
"Oh! I think... I can try." 102 looked forward to it.
The wide metal corridor outside the cell became her training ground. Just as she said, the Chainsaw Angel silently listened to the sound of 102 wielding the blunderbuss. More often, she listened to the sound of the wind, which hinted at the different rhythms and rhythms of waving weapons.
She can restore 102's movement trajectory from it.
Chainsaw Angel has fought against 102 before, and knows that a rough fighting style will lock the upper limit of 102, but she can change this. Chainsaw Angel corrects 102's movement errors one by one, raising her combat literacy to a whole new level.
.
102 has a feeling of being completely transformed. In the past, wielding a gun was like swinging a big tree trunk, with no sense of power at all. But it is different now. By micro-controlling the magic power in the arm muscles, each attack can control various weapons.
Save the necessary effort.
Repeated training surprised 102. For her, the gun gun "Broken Army Spear" is no longer a tool for juggling or releasing violence, but a "weapon", a weapon that implements martial arts and carries important beliefs.
.
"The most important thing is to find your own rhythm." Chainsaw Angel said, "In battle, don't think about who you are fighting to protect. That will make you anxious. Take a deep breath and get rid of distracting thoughts. You are fighting in the system, and
I am different. You have many companions and backup to support you, which in turn increases the requirements for your personal professionalism. To use a chainsaw as an analogy, what the chain has to do is to be sharp enough, and other mixed things will only make the
It's just dulled."
"Oh..." 102 was very happy.
She waved the blunderbuss lightly.
"Perfectly done." Chainsaw Angel heard the correct wind sweep, and 102 learned quickly.
"Thank you!" 102 felt that she had vaguely found something more important, something that defined the value of her life.
It was at this moment that Falosa appeared at the end of the corridor.
"She's here." 101 looked at his sister from a distance, "She had too much contact with the prisoner."
"I don't like it." Falosa looked at 101, "If it were for me, would you kill 102?"
"Yes." 101 said neatly, "If 102 disobeys your will, I will kill her too."
In this case, if you say "no", 102 it will be dangerous.
"102 is missing a class," Farosha turned and left. "When she has a closer relationship with the puppy, I will kill the puppy in front of her."