My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"Why?" Miss Secretary was a little puzzled. "Shouldn't we seize the future first?"

"The future..." The blue-haired woman was silent for a moment before she said lightly. "It's not that we don't grasp the future, but we have to think about what the future looks like, which is the future we want."

"Besides..." She interrupted what the secretary was about to say just now. "That child is deeply involved with those two girls now. If you really want to recruit him, you have to find a breakthrough point from those two girls."

"Let's go." She said, and a man in black next to her took the initiative to press the floor of the elevator.

"Tesla, I haven't seen you for a long time."

……

On the other side, Schrödinger, who was driving a military jeep to the Yellowstone ruins, held the steering wheel in his hand and drove on the deserted and muddy road, looking at the approaching ruins in the distance with a blank expression.

But originally, she was not the type used to expressing feelings with facial expressions,

Just when the car passed by a road, she didn't know why, she raised her head and looked at the car's rearview mirror.

In the rearview mirror, the clear profile of the black-haired man was reflected.

What a familiar face...

A slight expression appeared on the face of the dark curly-haired girl, and then disappeared in an instant.

But if it was that person, he wouldn't show such a shy and shy smile...

Tsk, I'm really curious what that person would have looked like when he was still young.

She shook her head, stepped on the brakes; pulled the handbrake.

"Tesla, Einstein."

She called the names of the two girls behind, then hesitated for a moment, thinking about the name of the black-haired boy, "...and Walter."

The three behind turned their gazes to her.

"Get out of the car. We're here."

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Yesterday was another unbalanced day...

I am late for the exam and add more updates, please follow up a little bit more.

Cute, lie down.

And tonight.

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"call……"

Walter soaked his body in the bathtub, feeling the heat in the water tank slowly dissipate the coldness in his body, and let out a long breath.

It's very strange, he seems to have some inexplicable obsession with the hot bath, or it's not his own subjective will, but the inexplicable attachment of the body itself to completely immersing the body in hot water.

But that's not the only strange thing about this body.In other words, these things are instinctively stored in every corner of his body.When I cross my hands, my right hand is used to pointing upwards. When I drink coffee, I add half a spoonful of sugar. When I lean on the sofa, I straighten my back. When I pick up a teacup, my thumb rubs against the cup wall subconsciously... …

These inexplicable little habits exist in his life as if rooted in the blood of this body. Some of these habits are the customs of Chinese people, some are the habits of people from the Far East, and some are the habits of European nobles. The requirements of etiquette are some unpopular details of the Russians.It was as if he was not the original owner of this body, and this body had followed the original owner to travel all over the world in the past time.Now he's just a poacher, like a thief who steals some hero's remains.

Even... from the first day he realized his existence, he found that there were still calluses left by his feet from walking all the year round.

"..."

He closed his eyes, rested his head on the edge of the bathtub, and let out a long sigh.

Although Einstein and Tesla seldom brought it up on their own initiative, they occasionally learned some news about "that person" in some casual conversations between them-they seemed to have no intention of covering up. The room where the London No. [-] laboratory lived was obviously a place where people once lived. In the drawer of the desk, there were still half-used ink and chocolates that hadn't expired.In the closet, there are also clothes that just fit the size and look new but are obviously not just bought.

He suddenly remembered the blond-haired Valkyrie named Rhianna that he met in the cemetery in the suburbs of London that day. At that time, she greeted him naturally, as if she had known him for many years.

【Ah, I'm sorry, I misidentified the person. ] But after looking at him a few times, she apologized to him in a somewhat awkward tone 【But you really look like someone I know. 】

"...Is it really that similar?"

He raised his hand from under the water surface of the bathtub and looked at his palm. There were crystal drops of water flowing down the gap between the palm and down the arm. The blood vessels in the palm were stretched by the hot water in the bathtub, and the whole body The palms all showed a bright red color.

Is that person also soaking in a bathtub somewhere in the world right now like I am?Does he know of my existence?Will you be curious about me and me for him?Would it be disgusting that I filled the place where he once lived?

However, a sense of irritability suddenly rose in his heart. He began to hate being merely a substitute for someone. He could feel that the eyes that fell on him were all looking for traces of that person on him. , all the kindness towards him comes from the kindness that person once gave to the owner of those eyes, and all the kindness he enjoys comes from the remains left by that person.And those gazes never just had any expectations for him, but simply looked forward to the shadow of the person on him.

It's really uncomfortable to be treated as a substitute...

He inexplicably felt resentment towards that person, but after a while, he laughed at himself, put those negative thoughts behind him, and began to imagine everything about that person again with an expectant attitude. , began to falsely imagine an encounter that might happen someday in the future.

There is joy, there is anger, there is expectation, and there is regret.

In the thoughts, there is nothing from the tiredness and difficulty of a decayed soul, but full of vigor and expectation that belong to young people.

……

At this time, the Pacific Ocean is an endless abyss.

The red-haired man waved the sword in his hand expressionlessly, and slashed out with a sword. The cold moon-like sword light extended along the arc drawn by the blade, cutting everything in front of him.

The dead man wielding the sickle was swept across his waist by the sword light, and he still staggered two steps forward due to inertia, then knelt down as if he had lost some support, his whole body seemed to be frozen from ancient times Time suddenly started to turn, and it completely decayed in a very short period of time, turning into countless scattered black ashes.

They have long been the dead who have returned to the underworld, but they have regained the power of action under the erosion of Houkai, without thinking or body temperature.No touch, no emotion.When the power of Houkai is lost, they return to their original form.