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Although the alchemists' words were somewhat harsh, it was also their way of expressing care for each other.
But the M16 just waved goodbye...
But how could such a reaction possibly be reassuring?
It's hard to believe, at least...
"If you really can't take it, go get some sleep."
Even the agent started persuading M16.
But M16 also developed the same symptoms as Luo Fan, except that she had no one to comfort her like that.
She couldn't very well go to her sisters with a long face and say, "I can't sleep, can you hug me?"
That would be such a rip-off of his public persona.
M16 placed the wine glass back on the table and casually slumped back on the sofa.
"Let's just sit here, it's fine."
Seeing her current condition, everyone is worried.
The dreamer thought for a moment, then got up from the chair and closed the open window.
The cold wind no longer rushed in, which had no effect on them as tactical dolls, but it might prevent M16 from maintaining a relatively alert state.
At least, go get some sleep...
How could M16 not understand what they meant? But she just had insomnia, so she didn't have much of a desire to sleep anymore.
......
"You guys continue, I'm going to rest."
The agent picked up his coffee cup and left the balcony.
"Really, M16, go and rest for a while. If you really can't, you can sleep in our room."
The executioner's attitude was somewhat milder than before, but unfortunately, M16 was completely unmoved by either soft or hard tactics, except for the commander and his own sisters.
"I'll go to sleep when I'm tired, no one needs to persuade me."
She picked up the whiskey from the table, refilled her old-fashioned glass, and then forcefully placed the glass back on the table.
"Boom."
The sound was neither too light nor too heavy, but very clear, like a drumstick striking the hearts of the girls.
Everyone then realized that M16's attitude was quite clear.
No matter how much they try to persuade them, it's pointless...
M16 picked up the classic glass, closed his eyes, and drank it all in one gulp.
Then, he picked up the bottle again, filled it up, and drank it all in one gulp...
......
Finally, the dreamer also left and chose to return to his room to rest.
Only the executioner and the alchemist remained with her.
......
"Where's Sister 16?"
There will always be someone who wakes up for some reason, more or less.
Her hand patted the side, but she missed.
What about the M16?
Originally, after the AR team finished showering, they all returned to their rooms, took off their clothes, lay down on their beds, closed their eyes, and the night was supposed to pass like that.
What now?
......
M4 picked up a coat from the blanket, put it on, and silently left the warm blanket.
Where would I be at that time...?
M4 stood in the empty living room, contemplating his next move.
But not long after...
"Boom."
A crisp clinking sound came from the balcony.
"..."
She immediately knew what was going on.
Several non-existent blue veins appeared on M4's head.
She walked quickly to the balcony.
......
"M16, are you really not going to sleep yet?"
Despite knowing it wouldn't work, the alchemist still tried to persuade him.
M16 has already drunk more than ten glasses of whiskey. Even though the symptoms of insomnia are not as obvious as before, he still chose to sit here and continue drinking.
"What if the commander finds out?"
This sentence, however, attracted M16's attention, and she frowned as she looked at the other person.
Even an alchemist would feel a shiver run down his spine at that look.
"The Commander and the Rebellious Squad are sleeping so soundly, how could they possibly be awake and looking for me?"
She slammed the wine bottle on the table, poured herself another glass, only to find that she couldn't even fill a classic glass.
Disappointed, she put the bottle back on the table and drank the last of the wine in one gulp.
"I said I'm not sleepy, and I mean it! Even the commander couldn't persuade me otherwise!"
She placed the empty antique cup back on the table, her face full of arrogance.
But a voice from behind made her pupils dilate instantly...
"Oh, even the Commander can't persuade you, is that right...?"
The executioner and the alchemist were also drawn to the sound, and they looked up at its source.
Before anyone knew it, M4 was already standing in front of the balcony door, looking at M16 with a friendly expression.
"Uh......"
M16's gaze immediately turned strange.
She knew someone was behind her, but she didn't dare to turn her neck...
"Then I wonder if I can persuade you?"
“Tread, tap, tap…”
The sound of slippers approaching gradually.
"Um, M4, I was just kidding, haha..."
M16, who had been wearing a cold expression, immediately looked at the other person with a big smile, like a child who had done something wrong apologizing to their parent.
"Then why aren't you going to sleep?! Drinking on the balcony in the middle of the night behind my back?!"
M4 clamped M16 by the neck and dragged it off the balcony.
"Wait, M4, be gentle, be gentle!"
M16 couldn't even put up a fight before being dragged off the balcony, leaving the executioner and the alchemist staring at each other in bewilderment.
"Pfft, hahahaha!"
The two couldn't help but burst into laughter.
It's true what they say, you're afraid of your own family no matter what...
"Alright, let's tidy up and go to sleep."
The executioner picked up the wine glass from the table and left the balcony with the alchemist.
And so, this pleasant little episode came to an end.
The final operation is not far off...
165 Morning
"..."
The large apartment fell silent once again.
That night, considering Lovan's mental state, Pascal did not sleep with him in the Rebellion Squad's room, but chose to stay in the AR Squad's room instead.
After all, the Rebellion Squad and Lo Fan were already on the taller side, and Pascal didn't want to affect Lo Fan's condition for the next day's operation.
Now, she lies peacefully beside AR15 and RO, feeling very comfortable even without Lofan present.
For some reason, the coffee didn't work very well tonight, and Pascal slept very soundly.
AR15's hair was scattered on the pillow, and a few pale pink strands drifted to Pascal's lips.
Perhaps because he was too comfortable and somewhat carried away, a pool of clear liquid flowed from Pascal's mouth, dripping onto the white pillow and AR15's hair.
Under the combined effects of alcohol and M4, M16 fell into a deep sleep, completely unaware of the strange smell permeating the air, and even while asleep, she did not remove her blindfold.
But after M4 was busy settling M16, he was feeling a little sleepy. Just as his cheek touched the pillow, he smelled this strange scent.
"...What?"
It seemed that she was more interested in finding out where this strange smell was coming from than resting...
M4 sniffed around, trying to find the source of the smell.
At the same time, I heard breathing nearby...
Tactical dolls don't need to breathe, and there's only one human here.
M4 instinctively glanced at Pascal nearby.
"..."
"Huh...huh..."
Pascal had already discussed it with them before going to bed. For Lofan's sake, she would sleep in the AR team's room tonight. M4 and the others naturally agreed, since one more person wouldn't make a big deal, especially since this person was a family member.
But now it's like this...
M4 moved his head closer, and the smell became even clearer than before.
It has a faint coffee flavor, but mostly it's sweet; I guess Miss Pascal added a lot of sugar...
But it wasn't just the smell; there were also dark stains on the pillow, under AR15's loose hair.
This puzzled M4; the mark looked rather sticky.
Wait, it can't be...
If that's true, then the AR-15 would definitely crash, right?
Hopefully not...
She reached out and gently brushed her hand across the mark.
"Uh......"
My goodness.
It's stuck to my hands and it's stringy...
M4 withdrew her hand in pain, and a few drops of clear liquid dripped from her hand onto the blanket.
The smell spread from her hands, like a highly contagious plague, making people instinctively want to resist it.
She covered her nose, feeling extremely uncomfortable.