Do you like Yu-Gi-Oh even if it's like this?

Her voice suddenly returned to calm - but Yao couldn't even remember what mood her tone was in when she described it just now.

"And when I woke up again..."

She pointed at herself.

"I am no longer me, and she is no longer her."

"...Who would understand this?"

Yao listened with a headache - such dreamlike talk was difficult to understand even with her intelligence.

"... Never mind. Perhaps it would be easier to understand if I told you the conditions for becoming a god."

"what?"

"The three conditions for becoming a god are the desire to love everyone and save everyone; the connection with God; and enlightenment."

She spoke wonderful words in the tone of an old person reminiscing about the past.

"What I have done is to make people worthy of being loved, to level out social relations so that the relationship between people and God is equal, and to create a chaotic world so that people can become aware."

——The wind blew, and Lecia's high-hand deck was scattered.

Ultra mainstream shadows:

Chapter 247 111 Cemetery

“What was the first job you ever got?”

“When I was little, I delivered milk to an orphanage.”

"Um...well, I mean, the first job after becoming an intelligence officer."

It was late at night and the streets were empty.

The girl wrapped in a coat sitting in the back seat cast her eyes at Mu Dongren, wondering where he was going to take her.

“…helping people collect their wages.”

"Oh, that's great, what about the second one?"

"Seducing... the nine-legged spider."

After hesitating for a moment, La told the truth.

"Well, that's not bad either - how did it turn out?"

“…I didn’t accomplish any of it.”

"normal."

No intelligence officer is an elite from childhood.

Most of them came from orphanages, and being cut off from social connections was a prerequisite for becoming intelligence agents.

"Do you know what my first job was?"

Mu Dongren held the steering wheel of the car, looking a little nervous - he didn't have a driver's license, and now he was just driving by imitation.

"...What is it?"

“Stop people from asking for their wages.”

"..."

Seeing that La remained silent, Mu Dongren also shut up and headed away from the city.

"Where are we going?"

"The cemetery is a little remote. Are you scared?"

Under the cover of night, the dark wilderness carries a dangerous atmosphere.

The road illuminated by the car lights was like the light from a lighthouse, which first distorted the vision and then refracted into the shadows of the weeds, illuminating every inch that was not worth illuminating.

"……good."

"Mother Gan Lin, who turned on the high beam...ah, it was me."

With the shouting and cursing of the Mudong people, they arrived at their destination.

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"There are so many cemeteries here, which one are we looking for?"

The cemetery is not a mass grave. Even at this night, it is difficult to detect the meaning of perfunctory from the appearance of the buildings - the houses of the dead are solemn and solemn, sleeping in peace and at ease.

But perhaps it is precisely because of this that the feeling of something being wrong is sending out warnings through the five senses that are devoid of feeling.

“Neither, and both.”

Mu Dongren's expression became serious.

"My predecessor, died during my first mission..." He uttered those two words with difficulty, "He was buried in one of the tombs, but we don't know which one."

No one would come to check the cemetery for no reason.

Therefore, no one would care if there were one or two unfamiliar names.

The death of intelligence agents is worthless - the death of the identities they play is valuable. Those who die while playing their roles will be buried under false identities, and the death of intelligence agents who do not play a mission must be accompanied by the sealing of files or even destruction.

The last trace of existence is to inform the relevant intelligence personnel about the cemetery where they are buried after the burial.

I don't know if there is a body inside.

I don’t know if it is a cenotaph.

Even whether this person really existed is occasionally doubted.

"There are at least several hundred people in this cemetery. Every time I complete a task, I pay tribute to one of them in order... I think one day I will pay tribute to him."

"But, isn't there a resurrection..."

"First of all, the official resurrection is limited - both in terms of quota and conditions." Mu Dongren raised two fingers. "Secondly, guess what kind of treatment we would receive if I hadn't signed a contract with the evil god and the Nine-legged Spider didn't have the Dark Game?"

"..."

La had never thought about this question - she could only remain silent.

"Maybe now, Deng is willing to help us as a friend - but believe me, at the beginning, it was just a relationship based purely on the power gap of [If you don't revive, I will kill you until you can't revive anymore]."

Mu Dongren placed the flowers at hand on the tombstones in order... The flowers on the previous grave were placed two months ago and had long been taken away by the staff.

"You use red spider lilies for worship?"

"[Separated by life and death, never to meet again] - it suits my predecessor very well... He was finally freed, and perhaps he won't want to come back to this world anymore."

"Liberation?"

"Being beaten to death by people demanding wages is fine."

Mu Dongren looked down at a tombstone of an unknown person—on it was engraved the word "Mourning," and he didn't know whether it was the name of the deceased or just a commemoration.

"Besides, his mission is complete. A guy who has committed a murder doesn't have the energy to ask for his salary anymore."

The wind in the cemetery howled.

The grass flew across the young man's back and across the girl's coat.

"…I always feel that our mission is very different."⑤

"Even so, we are all intelligence officers."

Mu Dongren raised his head, and there was no sorrow on his face.

——Then, no more words.

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After a while, as if he had adjusted his mood, Mu Dongren tightened his clothes, turned around, and prepared to walk out of the cemetery.

——The purpose of this trip has been achieved. At least La will no longer do unpleasant things for no reason.

"What are you doing in front of my sister's grave?"

——However, encounters always happen unexpectedly.

A young man in a black windbreaker approached and spoke to the two.

"Your sister?"

La was stunned for a moment.

"My name is Obituary - as you can see, Obituary's brother."

The young man in black was tall and thin, with sunken eye sockets, and seemed to be malnourished.

"What are you doing here in a place that God has abandoned?"

La looked back at the cemetery - it was indeed written "Mourning".

“What does it mean that God has given up on a place?”

"…I'm a cemetery worker, don't mind it - it's just a metaphor."

He shook the flashlight in his hand.

——Mu Dongren frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong.

"But you two, as you can see, a cemetery at night is not a good place to go. According to the company's charter, you should go back after paying your respects."

"I see. I'm very sorry." Mu Dongren took a step forward. "...You said that your sister is buried here. Can you tell me about her?"

"……certainly."

Obituary raised his head to look at him, then followed him out of the cemetery.

"..."

The people on both sides seemed to be asking riddles. La followed them calmly and then listened attentively. Even if she treated it as gossip, it could somewhat ease the gloomy atmosphere.

"She is a lovely girl. She likes rabbit decorations. She is afraid of the dark and confined places... She likes to play everywhere. I am busy with work, so I let her play."

His face was numb, but he still knew everything.

"I thought she was pretty good at fighting, so she should be fine - and then, in the end, she was beaten to death."

"Who is guilty of "●晽⒋※〗 Dad"⑷』二〖～久坽￥■乌蒐∨】索QＵＮ:?"