Chapter 10 Chapter 6 The Wolf in the Rain

ONE The doctor came out of the bathroom, wearing a terry bathrobe and drying his hair with a thick towel. The light in the bedroom was warm and dim, and beside the bed was a hardcover edition of Machiavelli's "The Prince". The doctor was sitting by the bed, and there was a cup of hot tea at the right temperature on a silver tray by the bed.He took a sip, it was his favorite English black tea.Katerina is a brilliant life secretary who is always on hand without being aware of her presence.The Doctor doesn't like other people in his quiet bedroom, but he does like a cup of warm tea, though he's often too lazy to make it himself.

"Is Katerina still there? Please thank her for the black tea for me." He said casually. "She can't hear your thanks now, she is not waiting outside. The black tea was brought in three minutes ago, she has finished her work and left now, and is on her way back to her own residence." Lunas' voice From speakers built into the walls. "Three minutes." The doctor lowered his head to drink his tea and raised his eyebrows. "How did she know that I was going to come out of the bathroom in three minutes?" "I told her. I studied your physical condition. The high temperature and steam in the bathroom make your blood flow faster and your heart beat faster. It makes you uncomfortable. You are not young anymore, so when your heart beats And when the blood flow rate reaches a certain level, you are ready to end the bath. If not, you will soak in the bathtub until the next morning, and you like bathing." Runas replied.

"So you have mastered my bathing routine?" "There are rules to everything." "You are still a sometimes annoying bastard like you were many years ago. You started to like to study humans, and you put this goal on me first." The doctor's voice was calm, and there was no emotion. "Because this is the most difficult to understand. Humans are the most difficult system to understand, and war is a large system composed of humans. I am still learning." "Am I a difficult person to understand?" The doctor put the black tea aside, put on his glasses, lay on the soft pillow and picked up "On Kings".

no answer. After a moment of silence, the doctor sat up from the bed, frowning, "Lunas?" Still no answer. The doctor got up and got out of bed, he felt strange.Although he doesn't really like such a protector and researcher who is always around, he is used to getting a response from Runas whenever he says a word. This huge intelligent system is like the Holy Spirit on duty guarding the LMA. There are never vacations and no need for rest. "Hi, Runas? Is your connection and communication still working? Any problem?" he said, looking around. Everything works fine, except there is no answer from Runas.

He opened the bedside cabinet, and inside was a large-caliber military Beretta pistol.The Doctor took the gun and weighed it. He was familiar with the gun, and the weight indicated that the magazine was full.He loaded it and walked toward the door with the pistol in hand. The moment he grasped the doorknob, the bell rang with a rapid crackle behind him.The paper-thin peace in the air was instantly torn apart by the loud noise. The doctor turned his head and looked coldly at the antique telephone beside the bed. May collapse into individual parts at any time. The doctor approached the phone slowly, got very close, and looked at it intently, as if looking at a person.

The phone is still ringing, as if he will not give up until he reaches his goal. After a pause, the doctor sat on the armchair next to the phone and adjusted his posture to make himself most comfortable. He finally picked up the microphone, "Hello." It was quiet, there was no sound from the microphone. "Hi, Ian, is that you? After all these years, let me hear the voices of my students again," said the doctor. A low laugh came from the phone, with the pride of successfully teasing people, "Surprised? Did you guess it was me? It was just a small trick to ask that annoying machine to leave us temporarily." so we can have a good chat."

"Fortunately," the doctor said lightly, "better than I thought, I thought you cut off all the communication lines here, and you are guarding outside my door." "It's not enough. It's still difficult for me to sneak into the LMA. It took me a lot of work to temporarily block your computer. I don't want this omnipotent guy to research my location through the line. By the way, record my voiceprint. Of course I can fake my voice, but I still want to speak to you with my real voice, doctor...ah no...my dear instructor." The voice of the person on the other side of the phone suddenly changed, and the words were cold mockery.

"The assassination of Mr. Tengger was your masterpiece, right? It was very beautiful and disrupted our plan." The doctor closed the trigger with one hand and pressed the gun on his knee. "Don't keep mentioning these unpleasant things. I know it's two o'clock at night where you are, and according to your habits, you should have just finished taking a shower and going to bed, but here, it's sunny in the southern hemisphere, and I'm sitting Wearing sunscreen on the beach, surrounded by beautiful girls in bikinis, their skin is copper-colored, their waists are slender and their legs are long.” The other party whistled softly, “But I told you so much Information, you will not ask Lunas to check my location through the legacy route records afterwards, and send your most proud student to visit me, right?"

"I'm not superstitious about Lunas to this extent. You didn't even leave a back view for Lunas among the countless monitors in the Caucasus. It's a masterpiece. You are the ace, and you were very young. No one has been able to Beyond you." The doctor's tone was filled with calm approval, really like a kind teacher facing a student he admired. "Aces can be replaced, you have Theodore Lim now. He can take my place, poor boy, if I were still in the LMA, his hands should be clean by now, not so dirty Lots of blood." "Weapons are made to be stained with blood, my student, I believe that time will not make you weak like a girl. Being stained with blood is not a terrible thing, as long as it is for a reasonable purpose."

"A reasonable purpose? Try to say this to those who died under the bullets of the hound and fox." The other party laughed, "Instructor, I was so stupid when I was young, I didn't think that you trained me as a weapon. " "To some extent, everyone is a weapon, and I am no exception. I have also performed unwilling tasks." The doctor said calmly. "No, that's different." The other party said earnestly, "Dr. Nathan Mann, you are willing to be used as a weapon, and you hope to become the person who uses the weapon. As for me and my companions, including that stupid little Foxes, we are set to be weapons for life until our blades crumble, or snap."

"Your companion? Are you talking about Just and Hines? Also your masterpiece? You killed them, you proved your ability, even people from the same source as you can't compare with you , But do you care about their lives? Ian, you are trying to retaliate. You still remember the fire in Fernance back then. The venom flowed through your blood like venom, and it always broke through the blood vessels and gushed out. Don't feel sorry for yourself, you are not that kind of poor child, you are capable of confronting me head-on. I am proud of you." The other party laughed again, seemingly full of joy, "Yes, my dear instructor, my teacher. Those resentments flowed through my veins like venom. I don't understand why they still live in Paradise, while I Had to wander like a wretch. What does Milton's say?" He recited in a low voice: The two of them looked back to the east of the happy paradise where they lived, The flaming sword swung, A procession of hideous faces and firearms at the door... They shed tears naturally, but quickly wiped away; The whole world lay before them, Let them choose their place of refuge, There is a god in the dark to guide them, The two hold hands, Slowly move the wandering steps, farewell to eden, Embark on their lonely journey... "It's so pitiful, because we know it, so we have to be erased. The only reason I was able to survive and become a wild dog without a home is because of that too merciful Peng Borji." The other party whispered, "Instructor, can you make me give up the hatred in my blood?" "No." The doctor's answer was simple and direct. "Yes, yes, you can't, and Nathan Mann is not Peng Borghe, and he never strives for stupid goals that cannot be achieved." The other party's tone was gentle, "It's just that if I were Milton, I would It would add a nicer ending to Paradise Lost and turn it into a pulp entertainment movie ending." "Then what's the ending?" the doctor took a deep breath and whispered. "It's Satan's counterattack, the burning of the Garden of Eden, and the arbitration of God himself when the end comes. I have gained wisdom, and you can no longer stop me. You can only wait for a decisive battle, just like in Norse mythology, Odin waits for the giant , he has seen the divine revelation about the future by the three goddesses of destiny." The other party laughed, "This is the price, the price that gods must pay for evolution." "I will fight. My son, we have paid a high price. But in your opinion, it may not be enough." The doctor hung up the phone. He sat alone in the bedroom with his hands on his knees, looking exhausted.After a long time, he turned off the bedside lamp and buried himself in the darkness. Note: : It records the story that Adam and Eve were expelled from the Garden of Eden because they were tempted by the snake incarnated by Satan and devoured the fruit of wisdom. Odin: The main god of Norse mythology, he led the powerful Aesir to rule the world.But it is destined that he will have a decisive battle with the evil giants to destroy the world, and even he himself will die in the decisive battle.Odin, who has mastered the wisdom of Runas, understands this ending, and on the day of the ending he will see in the well where the three Fates, who are always spinning the yarn of life and then cutting them, live The goddesses gave up spinning, and this day is also the end of the Lord God himself. It is called the "twilight of the gods", and there is an epic depiction of this in Wagner's large-scale opera "The Ring of the Nibelung". TWO At night in Moscow, the quiet streets are deserted.The pouring rain hits every part of this ancient city, and the boots of Napoleon's soldiers may have been stepped on the stone floor. Ian stepped out of the phone booth, without an umbrella, soaked.He glanced at the lonely street lamp at the end of the street, facing the empty October Square, he pulled up the collar of his sheepskin hunting jacket to keep out the wind and cold. The bronze statue of Lenin standing on October Square could only be seen as a huge black silhouette in the rain. Facing the bronze statue, Ian pressed the peaked cap on his head, as if saluting, but also as if blocking the rain. "I remember this man. More than a hundred years ago, he proposed to establish a country where everything is distributed according to needs, everyone is equal, and there is no oppression or bullying. He is a philosopher-like king. The cry of the soul can make thousands of people obey his orders. They once built the largest country in the world. But this country failed to last for a hundred years. When it collapsed, the once brotherly people became rivals , the eyes are full of distrust. Tell me, why do people in the world always dream of building a perfect country? Can a perfect country exist?" Ian whispered, as if talking to himself. "Are you... testing my politics? Or philosophy?" The tall man in a black rainproof windbreaker was leaning against the other side of the phone booth, holding a huge black umbrella. Philosophy is an elective." "I'm talking to myself." "That way I can rest assured," the tall man moved over, the cigar he was biting his teeth flickered on, and he put the umbrella on top of Ian's head, "This is my kindness to you, don't take me as a The waiter at the entrance of the hotel. But to be honest, the organization sent me to assist you, which made me feel like a servant. If I was wearing a neat little evening dress and a white tie, it would be more like it." "I don't need your kindness," Ian replied coldly, "you might as well keep it for yourself." The tall man shrugged, "You know what? My friend, you should have a little more sense of humor. Humor is good for your mental health! Look at you now, you're pretending to be relaxed, saying You are on the beach in the southern hemisphere watching beautiful women in bikinis basking in the sun, but in fact you are in Moscow on a rainy day, and only a rough man like me remembers your life. You have no family, no girlfriend, and even You have no companions, you are alone!" Ian turned his head abruptly, and the two looked at each other.In an instant, both of them took half a step back, Ian withdrew from under the umbrella, and the tall man raised his hand without the umbrella to his chest like lightning.The two stopped there, looking away from each other. Ian took another step back, "I'm sorry to disturb you. I'm a bit annoying, right? It's like a snake. When you touch it, it jumps up and bites. I don't like the idea of ​​being a lonely person." The tall man shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. Ian walked forward slowly, as if he was going to leave through October Square.The tall man held an umbrella and looked at Ian's back silently. "Because my companions...they are all dead." Ian suddenly turned his head, he was completely soaked, the rain dripped on his face along his strands of hair, and his face was covered with drops of water . He looked at the tall man from a distance like this, then he nodded and moved on. The shadow fading away in the rain slowly opened its arms, as if embracing the sky, like a flower blooming.He was facing the endless rain on his back, with a frozen smile on his face.