86 Shepherd's Street is a dilapidated house that is less common under the New Union. It's hard to imagine that this could be the place where the old man and the sniper girl are.

The dilapidated wooden house crunched with the wind-blown doors and windows. Maybe it's just a haunted house on the surface? I heard that the Federation is now popular for outdoor entertainment activities where everyone goes out of the house, and there are many inexplicable facilities, such as escape rooms, haunted houses, and ...... Internet cafe......

Fisher stood outside the fence of Haunted House 86 with his handbag, hesitating whether to go inside. Maybe it's scary. Especially at night.

"Doot, doot, doot, dood, doodle." The military terminal rang again, and Fisher took out the terminal from his pocket, only to see a message coming from above, taking the channel of unilateral communication, which read: No. 68, Little Shabi.

Fisher only felt a flush in his face, after returning to the Federation, after spending his recovery and interrogation, his situational awareness had dropped to such a point, could it be Alzheimer's disease, or a side effect of the acquired scholar's syndrome.

He turned his head, and mischievous red dots flashed across his eyes. He grinned, stretched out his mechanical left hand, and raised his middle finger. Before the red dots could flash, he closed his eyes and lowered the brim of his hat. The lighter on the finger of his outstretched left hand lit up, and a flame erupted from his fingertips.

For the rest of the way, Red Dot flashed back and forth on the ground in front of him with indignation, and his uniform body.

68 Shepherd's Street is a magnificent government building, no different from ordinary government offices in terms of shape. The screen at the entrance shows the name of the building: Special Civil Administration.

What the heck? Could it be the Civil Affairs Bureau that can catch the junior?

Fisher tugged at the corners of his mouth, thought for a moment, took a cigarette in his mouth, lit it with his left hand, straightened his military hat, and strode in.

The moment he walked into the hall, a soft blue curtain of light scanned him from top to bottom.

The little girl at the front desk seemed to have been waiting for a long time, a pair of dog ears swaying back and forth, and Fisher saw that the tail behind her seemed to be like seeing the owner's puppy, and it was difficult to shake it happily.

"Lieutenant Fisher, welcome, the old man has been waiting for a long time." The little girl at the front desk smiled gently, and there was no commercial charm, but she was really happy. This couldn't help but make Fisher a little puzzled. But he still nodded and walked in the direction that Xiaomei pointed out.

Xiaomei was referring to an elevator, but there was already someone in front of the elevator.

It was a girl wearing a dark purple single ponytail and wearing a combined infrared indicator, leaning her back against the wall next to the elevator. She was wearing a combat uniform, and the purple tight-fitting combat uniform outlined her bumpy figure vividly and exquisitely, although a delicate little face was expressionless, and there was a faint hint of coldness.

Fisher walked to the elevator, the purple-haired girl stood up straight, her hands crossed her waist, her orange eyes glared at Fisher, looked Fisher up and down, and finally snorted coldly, turned her head and walked away.

Fisher tilted his head slightly, letting go of the girl's ponytail attack. Thinking of the girl's outfit and demeanor, he had probably guessed the girl's identity and pursed his lips and smiled.

At the elevator door, Fisher walked in, but found that the elevator did not have buttons, so he had to face the elevator door, stand with his feet apart, stand straight, and wait quietly for the elevator door to close.

The elevator moved slowly, and for a moment Fisher couldn't tell whether the elevator was going up or down. But he didn't worry at all, such an elevator, he could easily rely on his skills to get out when he had both hands on hand. As for the current replacement of a manipulator, although it is only an ordinary general model, it may be easier to get out by brute force.

If he was worried about Angela's safety before, he was already fearless when he saw the plaque at the gate of the government. In any case, this is the territory of the Federation after all, and it is impossible to be more terrible than what happened to him as a military attache in the embassy of the Driel region.

Although fate gave him a resounding slap in the face soon or much later, he was not a man who could assert the future.

Shhhhhh It's top secret, don't tell anyone, especially Sam? Fisher.

The elevator door opens, revealing an office that resembles a study, with a large desk in the middle. Behind him was an old man, with his fingers crossed and his elbows propped up on the table, half of his face hidden in the shadows.

Fisher took a few steps out of the elevator door, and the elevator door closed. Looking at the old man, the two were speechless.

Dozens of seconds later, Fisher moved like lightning, threw down his handbag, opened his pocket, took out his mobile phone, and threw it at the old man who was dressed as a ghost.

The old man's screams rang out at the same time as the sound of his handbag falling to the ground and the elevator door opening again.

"Sister Doctor is here!"

The familiar, and also the voice that haunted Fisher's soul sounded. This solemn voice in the tenderness had dispelled his pain, dispelled his loneliness, dispelled his nightmares.

Fisher couldn't suppress the surprise on his face, and turned his head to look at the owner of the voice, at this moment he did not choose a second vision, but wanted to confirm it with his own eyes.

However, a golden light flashed, and the woman who haunted Fisher was already standing in front of the smashed old man behind the table, holding a small flashlight to shine on the old man's pupils. "Yes, survival confirmed."

However, the old man looked like he was in pain to the bone marrow, and held the woman's left hand pressed on his eyelids with both hands, "But it really hurts!" ”

The woman's face did not change, she took out a syringe and quickly stabbed it into the old man's neck: "Then give you a tranquilizer, and you will be fine when you wake up!" ”

The old man looked at the woman dumbfounded, his throat made a short pant sound of "heh, heh", and after a few seconds, like an old man who was about to die, the candle flame of life was at the end, his head tilted, and he was silent.

A few drops of cold sweat oozed from Fisher's head.

The woman withdrew her left hand from the unresponsive old man, tilted her head and looked at the old man quietly. This scene is familiar, and the long golden hair that glows faintly in the light of the light.

Then the woman took out another red syringe that made people feel ominous when she saw it, and threw it on the neck of the old man who had fallen asleep, pushing the liquid away.

Fisher only felt that his back was wet.

The woman smiled as she walked over to Fisher and stood in front of him. The two were so close that Fisher could even smell the faint scent of her. She returned the brick machine that Fisher had just thrown to Fisher.

The woman stretched out her hands to hold his face: "You're here~" The tone was light and happy, but she was not surprised at all.

Fisher looked at her and nodded, but it wasn't obvious under the woman's hands. "So it's you?" A headless question, the voice was gentle, and it was difficult to hide the excitement.

The woman tilted her head and smiled, gently rubbing Fisher's face with both hands, and spat out pandan: "Do you miss your sister?" ”

Sometimes a kiss can explain things more than anything else, but it's far from what Fisher can do now. He forcibly turned his head away, not looking at the woman's smiling and narrow dark green eyes. Snorted.

The woman couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, gently pulled his right hand, and said while leading him to the elevator, "Sister will explain to you." But you have to trust my sister. ”

You have to trust your sister.

If you will recover soon, you must believe in your sister.

Your sister will be with you until you regain all your memories, and you must trust your sister.

The manipulator is also a hand.,Wouldn't it be very useful if you installed a lighter?,You must believe my sister.。

You must persevere, my sister believes that you are innocent, and you must believe my sister.

My sister knows that you are a hero of the Federation, and you must believe in my sister.

……

Fisher secretly sighed in his heart. With the woman's hand, she turned around.

"What did you inject that old man into?" Since you don't know what to say, it's better not to say it. Not saying it and fearing that it would be too embarrassing to be silent, Fisher chose to change the subject.

The woman stretched out a finger and pressed it to her lips, thought about it, spread her hands, and was very hooligan, "I don't know, it probably hurts." Better ......" The final words grew lower, but Fisher felt a black line. Old man, old man, how unpopular you are.

The elevator door opened, and the two walked in, and in the second vision, Fisher saw the old man slumped in the chair and began to convulse all over. He couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth.

The elevator door closed, and the old man, who was still twitching, sat up like no one else, picked up his teacup, and took a slow sip.

In the elevator, the woman still gently held Fisher's hand and did not speak. Fisher couldn't find a topic for a while.

Suddenly, the woman holding her right hand gently hugged herself, stood on tiptoe and kissed Fisher's forehead lightly, and then whispered in his ear: "Sister really misses you." ”

Fisher was stunned, it seemed that during his time, the woman in front of him had given him such benefits. At that time, most of the time was to let Fisher rely on psychological effects to reduce pain and enhance his sense of survival. This time, though, Fisher felt as if he had heard something else.

He grinned awkwardly and whispered, "The door is open." ”

"Oh?" The woman turned her head to look at the open elevator door, as well as the people outside the door, dressed in various formats and shapes, but maintaining a high degree of uniformity and stunned expressions. Naturally, he let go of his hands around Fisher and walked out indifferently, with the same gentle smile on his face, but it was slightly different from when he was alone in the elevator with Fisher.

Fisher didn't dare to look at the people outside the elevator who were about to overflow from his eyes, and he reluctantly whispered: "Anji......"

"Keep up!" Angela walking ahead? Ziegler to Sam, who was still in the elevator? Fisher beckoned.

"Here we are." Fisher replied, but there was some bitterness in his heart.

If, if the acquaintance with Anji is arranged, will it have something to do with the attack sixteen months ago?

So will all this just be to gain your trust?

If so, then those months ......

Fisher couldn't bear to continue thinking about it, and walked out of the elevator with a smile in the face of murderous glances from all sides.