However, D-13714 was unmoved.

He didn't know how much of the story the devil was telling was true, but if he wanted him to believe the story the devil had made up, it would be a fantasy.

"Tsk, your reaction is really ......"

"But that's what makes it interesting." Agon saw him calmly set everyone in place, laughed, and continued his demagogy, "Live, live as your father wishes." ”

"It's best if you stick to being a good person."

"Why should I be a good person?" The devil's persuasion backfired, and D-13714 responded softly after vaporizing a pile of minced meat with a flamethrower.

"Isn't that so?" The devil hiding in his heart tilted his "head" and sneered, "Aren't you humans all proud to be 'good people'?" ”

D-13714 is silent, instead pulling out a containment report from Diane's bag and drafting a new document.

"Item Name: SCP-3174, Unknown Anomaly A, Unknown Anomaly B"

"Incident: SCP-3174-2-F"

"If I'm not mistaken," said Agung, as he wrote the first line, he began to point out his mistake, "there is only one anomaly here, and if the cat counts, barely two." ”

"Hey, I said man, you're not going to count me in, are you?"

Ignoring the devil's cries in his head, however, D-13714 methodically recorded what had happened.

“…… The unknown anomaly attached to D-13714 refers to itself as a demon, and its abilities during this event include but are not limited to reality distortions. ”

When he finished writing this page, his own hands involuntarily tore the paper on which this page of information was recorded to shreds.

Now controlling his hand is the devil in his body, "Huh, huh? You've been a little mischievous, and I did allow you to enter that ...... Damn the organization, but definitely not as an experiment! ”

"I beg your pardon, a bohemian devil shouldn't spend the rest of his life in a small containment unit."

However, after it loosened its grip on D-13714, the human persisted in pulling out another piece of paper and repeating what had been written.

After he had finished, Agon again took control of his hand and tore the page apart.

He pulled out another one.

On the seventh of the six sheets of paper, which was halfway torn up, the power to control D-13714 waned.

As if electrocuted, he took back control.

Next to him was also Agon who let out a long cry of "Okay, okay, you won man, but you have to remember to be in your containment unit, get them ready with a TV, preferably a computer with Internet access." ”

Therefore, its power is limited after all.

With a flick of his wrist, D-13714 flicks his hand twice with a blank expression.

When it released it voluntarily before, its palm did not feel this kind of electric shock, and without considering other possibilities, this situation may be used to determine that this is a manifestation of the devil's detachment.

If you consider other possibilities, it may be some "small punishment" for itself.

The second possibility that can then be deduced is that it may take a lot of effort to control humanity, and this consumption may be several times the amount of time it takes to regain its strength.

"Aha! You're actually looking for my weakness? Agon was keenly aware of his thoughts, but he didn't care. I have a lot of weaknesses, for example, a TV can seal me in a room, as long as there is a signal and a good movie, it can lock me up until I am old! ”

"It would be better if there was a mother-in-law drama."

"That war between the old witch and the leprechaun is far more exciting than the war between the dragon and the giant!"

"Or you can pay the price for me to die, of course, it may be expensive, but not necessarily that you can't afford it, later."

Its opinion was ignored by D-13714.

The rest of the time was to wait for these people on the ground to wake up.

……

The first to wake up was none other than the child who had been touched by D-13714, and when he awoke, sobs were heard for the first time in the silent park.

But unlike before he fell unconscious, he sat on the bench with his knees crossed, his head between his knees, and sobbed.

D-13714 notices the child, and hesitates, not knowing if to approach it.

That child may have woken up at the wrong time.

The first one to wake up should be the leader of the official troops, he has no experience in dealing with the masses, and even simple communication, in the long-term self-isolation, he gradually forgets.

He walked over to the child and sat down beside him, but his eyes were looking in the direction of Diane, and he said to the child in English, "Don't cry."

These two words, he tried his best to lower his voice, but as everyone knows, he thinks that this behavior can reduce his sense of horror, in fact, in the eyes of most children, it is like some adults before the outburst.

Sure enough, the cries in my ears became louder and louder, but no one on the ground was woken up.

- At this time, it's good to wake up alone, as long as it's not your own temporary teammates, any one of them has more experience in taking care of children than yourself.

After those two words, he did not speak again, and as he fell silent, the child's voice became quieter, and at last he spontaneously tried to stop crying.

Well, the sobbing was replaced by a choked, silent cry, as if he had forced him to stop.

He turned his head a little unnaturally, not knowing what expression to make, and he couldn't actually do it.

The facial nerves haven't moved for almost a decade, and I've only recently felt a little turbulent in my heart, but this is far from enough to thaw my facial activities.

So what appeared was that he was gloomy, looking at the child with half-squinted eyes.

It sucks.

He commented.

The little child looked at himself with teary eyes.

- He's snot coming out, yellow-skinned child.

"You...... You" the little one said in a language he didn't understand, but the repetition of syllables even he knew the child was stammering, "Did you see my mom and dad?" ”

He continued to look at the child blankly.

The other party seemed to be very nervous when he asked him about something.

- Fortunately, his eyes were still full of tears, and he couldn't see who was sitting next to him.

D-13714 unconsciously reaches out and rubs his face.

It's stiff.

While he was stunned, the child coldly stretched out a hand and pressed it to the center of his brow.

"Damn! What is this kid! Agon suddenly shouted in his head in a fit of rage.

But its voice grew smaller and smaller, and when it was too small to be heard, a black mist was pulled out from between his brows.

It was trapped in the palm of a child's hand, and for the first time it took on its original form.

The child, on the other hand, looked at Agon in a daze.