Yannis pondered for a moment, pulling a picture out of the pocket of his suit. "I know you've seen Olaana and Stefan, but do you know this person?"

I took a look, and it seemed like a meeting had just been dismissed, and they were walking in a hurry, and they must have captured it. I looked at the man on Yannis' finger, with delicate features like a sculpture, walking beside Stefan. I don't know who it is.

"Ha, it's normal not to know. But you've definitely dealt with him. Yannis retracted the picture, "Remember the guy who experimented with the fetus?" "I realized that I was now looking at the face of the person who was calling. He is very handsome, with rare purple pupils. "What was the last time you called about it?" Yannis asked.

I suddenly became alert.

"How do you know I'm talking to him?"

"Is there any reason I shouldn't know?" I was about to say there were a lot of reasons, but since he could capture Stefan and them, he would know where we were. "It's a sword topic." I can only answer truthfully.

He smiled. "On the subject of swords, then he must like you very much." I don't see that it's a liking, but it's not the same if I dig my heart out of my chest and I like it. "Watch out for this man," Yannis listened to the wind, "his name is Graves, and he's dangerous, even more dangerous than Stefan. ”

The sound pulled us back into the clearing.

774 woke up. The madness in his eyes and the struggling state of labyringue reminded me of the days when I smoked opium in the dark times, and my emerald green eyes were frighteningly sharp.

Yannis whispered a word deep in his throat, inaudible, but confirmed my suspicions.

"He's going to have no bottom line for this kind of thing." Yannis looked at the beast in front of us and said, "But don't worry, I can heal him." It just takes time, time to recuperate. They won't find Aqueitas anytime soon, will they? ”

"It didn't help if they found it." I untied DTR35, he had lost so much blood that he had entered a state of suspended animation, but he was still a little more conscious than JR774.

Sea.

I'm in the sea again, but in this form.

While the instructor was talking to the sailor, I was feeding the seagulls and a white bird. The whole body is snow-white, and there is no dirt at all. It gives me a melancholy but mysterious aura, as if we are communicating sad but beautiful insignificant secrets that make me want to cry. Its outstretched wings were wide and blocked all my light. Its mournful green eyes revealed mourning, and its cry made me sad. I asked a sailor what the bird was called.

"Gouni." He said to me as he tethered the rope.

Gunny! What a strange name! I saw bad luck.

I heard from an old sailor, a story about the waves. The sea here hates landing.

"Legend has it that at sea, the flying of colorful flags averts calamity, and the silence of the sirens is far more terrible than their singing. I waited for my father's ship to come back from a young age until it wandered from the god of the sea and ran aground here three years ago. We have the ancient prophecy of overturning the ship on the sea, drowning everyone by the waves and the owner of the ship by name. ”

The sea was beautiful that day, or maybe beautiful.

Yannis' hands were still bleeding. I was worried if there would be sharks attacking us nearby, but he was sure it would be okay. I'm just at the helm, just like I used to have with my mentors. DTR35 washes his wounds with salt water, not caring about the bloody gambling around him. It's JR774's turn. He resisted the urge to cut through the freshly coagulated blood scab, and the red liquid flowed out again, spreading in the sea, far, far away.

"We're going to play a fun game." Yannis's timbre seems to have an inherently hypnotic and calming effect, "We take turns cutting our wrists, and whoever doesn't cut them will be thrown into the sea, and whoever dies will do the same." I know that the fatality rate of cutting my wrists is very low, and I am not afraid of pain and can swim. As if he hadn't heard, DTR35 melancholy poured water over the scar in his throat. I can't meddle.

JR774 loves this kind of bet, although for quantum physics there is no difference between living and dying. God never plays dice with everything in the universe, he plays an indescribable game of His own design. From the other players, it looks like playing a cumbersome card game with blank cards in a room where you can't see your fingers, and the dealer not only doesn't tell them the rules, but laughs at them.

I put my hand in the water, and the water in the upper layer was hot, but the lower layer was cool. Liquid glass. The flash made me dizzy, it seemed purposeful, and it didn't, and I saw the rabbit in the halo. The hare grinned slyly out of sight, grinning with a scarlet tongue and black claws tucked in its chest. At the same time, a wild wolf crept closer from behind. I am the hare and the wolf. It's sweater day too.

"The universe is full of wave chords. Our consciousness can transform them into existence. We are lost, people waiting to be redeemed and judged. Time is also expanding with cascades, one world can be contained in another, and an instant can be contained in another millennium. Those who cannot collapse the wave function are the ones who maintain the balance of the world, the judges who prevent the world from being disturbed by us. "I look at Equetas and we always surprise each other.

They continue to gamble and I don't know what I'm thinking.

Yannis seemed surprised that he didn't kill us, and it seemed that there weren't many talkers he wouldn't kill. Their wrists were scarred, and I don't know what it was, maybe it was to remove toxins, or if the pain was turning the nerves up.

774 still needs time to get completely better, but we don't have much time left. Yannis said that 774 is just right, he is sensible, but he will be as excited as a booster. "It might help us when we deal with Graves." Yannis took a sip of coffee, and the inferior ground coffee with sugar and creamer was so good, better than any other drink I had ever had. There is no alcohol here. I struggled to understand what he was saying, the infinite surface area, the bottomless cascade, the people from above, their souls passing through reality after reality, like burning stones burning through ice.

The fire was about to go out, and I was afraid that the light and smoke would reveal our whereabouts. But Yannis also wanted to find firewood to light it. At this time, 774 remembered the DTR35." Where is he? ”

DTR35 walked alone on the beach, taking off his shirt one by one, and his body gradually relaxed. He knew who the biggest winner was, and at first he didn't even get the question right, hoping that someone would give him the right answer. Philosophers say that good is highlighted when there is a foil for evil. But evil always comes by accident, making him an accomplice, and by the time he wakes up, it is too late. He regretted why he hadn't just studied the succinctly determined array of doors. He pulled out his gun. This is tailor-made for himself and can pierce his brain. Although the drawings have been burned, the gun was also trained in the fire. He imagined those condemned prisoners with holes in their chests that could fit into their entire fists. He's ready. When the gun was in the temple, I felt that the wound was caressed by the cold iron, and I was not sad for a long time, and now the concert began.

JR774 and I trekked through high and low rocks, and the seaside was still sticky and dirty, with oysters and black seaweed growing on the reef. We didn't say anything, and I felt death, not ours, but another kind of death, like the kind of feeling that Guni taught me about death. Guni is the saying of the people of the sea, and on land, we call this mythical bird albatross. "Damn, we should have prepared a flower for him." 774 whispered. I didn't blame him, but my hope was getting dwindling. I saw the black dot and sat down facing the waves of his name, very leisurely.

"No, you go first." I whispered in horror and hid behind 774. It's too similar to when the guru died. "I- no, I'm not afraid, but I have a little bit." I don't remember what I said at the time, but I definitely did. As 774 walked forward, I regretted it again, regretting whether he would become like me when he saw DTR35's death. But there is a fact.

DTR35 is indeed dead. Suicide, the most perfect gun is by his side, not yet carried away by the waves.

His expression was relieved, as if he had finally been liberated. He looked at a place, hoping it would be a good place. 774 tried to lift him up, but I shouted from a distance, "Don't move him, let the waves take him away." "I think I killed them, the smartest and the best. There are no scientists for an uncertain system. Sometimes life and bullets are equivalent.

By the time we got back to camp, it was already dark, and there were a few more patches of blood on Yannis's body. I didn't ask him what he was doing, the fire was extinguished. "What about the other one?" He asked. I pointed to the sea. "He stayed there." Yannis just nodded, probably accustomed to it. Most people just accept them in a way that they can accept, and understand them in the way they want them to.

"I'll take you somewhere."