Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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"No time to go home, hiccup... It would have been nice if you had just called back. What's the point of leaving me here all alone... uh."

Just then, another person came down the stairs...

It's M16, sneaking out in the middle of the night to steal some wine, just like Yingque.

result......

"My God, this is all vodka! How much did you drink?!"

He didn't care about drinking, and Yingque's appearance was quite eye-catching.

Just one drink...

"You got drunk after just one drink?"

For M16, this result is a bit too poor, but how come she started acting like a scoundrel when she got drunk, just like 416?

"Ugh, hmph, hmph, I want to marry Luo Fan!!!"

Ying Que accidentally hit M16's chin when he raised his hand.

"Tsk, okay, okay, let's get married right away, alright?"

"it is good......"

Before long, they calmed down and stopped making noise.

This is practically a monster on par with 416; even a tactical humanoid couldn't withstand it. But now she understands just how much Ying Que loves Luo Fan...

But the stronger the love, the more obvious the worry on M16's face became.

"Commander, if you don't come back soon, we might not be able to keep it from her any longer..."

Yingque is not the only human in this family, but she is the only one who knows nothing about everything.

They had to wrap her in a warm and beautiful net, keeping the darkness out of her sight.

But when the nest is overturned, how can any egg remain intact?

Despite having many considerations, M16 still had to focus on the immediate issues and address the balance between profit and loss.

As expected, her body was very light; to M16, it seemed as if she were only holding a piece of clothing.

She looked down at the girl in her arms, without the slightest weariness or displeasure, only sympathy and comfort.

"You're such a nice, ordinary girl, how could you possibly fall for our commander? It's so unfair..."

Even the arrival of Yingque did not stop the girls' offensive. Everyone must still envy those with innate advantages, such as the Rebellion Squad. Even though the prejudice between factions has almost disappeared and family relationships are becoming more harmonious, everyone is still aware of a lingering problem.

Only the two of them didn't know...

Luo Fan is too greedy. There are many people here with psychological problems, and he will help anyone. He just can't bear to see them secretly troubled and depressed.

So far, he has done a good job, and many people's problems have been resolved, including M16 and her sisters.

But while acting as a psychologist, he also had to portray the image of a commander and a good husband, and that's without even considering his other external relationships.

He was very tired, but he always smiled, just like 45, but his smile was much more genuine than 45's.

It is difficult to help others but difficult to help oneself; a doctor cannot heal himself.

I'm worried that one day he might be defeated...

382 symptoms

In the stillness of the night, not everyone is sound asleep; some are still working, some are still pondering. Not everyone has the leisure to enjoy rest, at least not the person in question...

It was well past closing time, but Mrs. Grey, Morido, and the Nemokin sisters hadn't returned to the bar. Tonight, they were still in the office, overwhelmed with problems.

Mrs. Grey, in particular, spends her entire morning researching the development of new leukotriene receptor antagonists, cold medicines, and new flu prevention drugs for the spring season. Even though she can conduct research based on her own completed papers, the lack of equipment and technology is still unavoidable. Since the existing centrifuges cannot meet her pharmaceutical needs, she can only secretly have Pascal modify them and hide the equipment when it is not in use to prevent it from being noticed by unwanted eyes.

In the evening, considering her lack of understanding of the current international situation, Mrs. Grey decided to stay behind to look up relevant information, at least to gain a basic understanding, and the result was quite... complicated.

First, the biggest discovery to date...

"On June 14, 2003, Democrat Germany called on Roth to restart its research program on unknown new factors, but did not receive a positive response from Roth..."

The two stood together in front of the computer, and Mrs. Grey read the article aloud. Throughout the process, her expression was not particularly interesting, but the dissatisfaction in her eyes shone brightly in the darkness.

"Just like where we are, the German Federation here has not been reunified, which means that the wall has not yet been torn down..."

Thinking about her past experiences, Morido couldn't help but laugh.

But Mrs. Grey couldn't laugh. The situation was not optimistic. In the next two minutes, she found no news about the reunification of the German Federation, which meant that the German Federation was still at the forefront of international competition.

They only just realized that the German Federation here was the same as theirs, and Lovan was even more surprised, as he had always subconsciously assumed that the German Federation here was the same as the one back home...

Moreover, this so-called call for research into unknown new factors somehow reminded them of the familiar technique of ruins collapsing. Although the nature of the techniques may be different, they are remarkably similar in their historical processes.

"The White Eagle calls for the reorganization of the North Union and the expulsion of East Germany from the German Confederation..."

Damn, this is so chaotic...

……

"Sisters, I think you should take a look at this!"

On a sofa not far away, a girl's voice echoed in the darkness, drawing their attention.

"Mercury Rose, have you discovered anything?"

"Yes, it's with me."

The two sisters emerged from the shadows and placed the laptop in front of them.

She pointed to a corner of the screen with her human hand, her voice slightly trembling.

"In 1989, a man from Aomori Prefecture died from the worsening of an unknown, highly contagious disease. The cause of his death is still under further investigation."

Then, a pop-up window appeared on the screen. It was a photo that did not belong to the page for this old news story, but came from another area.

"I found the deceased's information and a photo of him at the time of his death: Nakamura Nitta, male, unmarried, 37 years old, who worked at Teruta Fisheries, cultivating fish fry. And then, there's the photo of his death; it's rather gruesome, quite unbelievable..."

When the photo was opened, the two were taken aback at first, and then they began to examine it carefully.

"What exactly were his symptoms...?"

Morito rarely let out a sigh.

Mrs. Grey rarely shook her head in matters of pathology to mean "I don't know" rather than "I disagree."

"I have never seen a serious disease worsen and turn a human being into this state..."

Although it's quite old and the image quality isn't high, it's still stunning enough to impress any viewer. No wonder this photo can't be found through normal search channels...

The four-headed creature's body was almost impossible to find any connection to a "human" creature. Most of its skin had turned black and was covered with obvious hardened structures, which were initially judged to be keratin of unknown origin. Starting from the shoulders, its entire head was covered with some kind of black object and was severely distorted. A large number of black and red spikes protruded from its body surface, growing wildly like a hedgehog, but not as densely as a hedgehog.

If it weren't for the shape and the small amount of still relatively intact human epithelial tissue that could be distinguished, it would be really hard to associate this thing with a human.

Nemokin picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip.

"This may be why the Sakura Empire government wanted to suppress the news, as it could easily cause social panic."

"This reminds me of ELID infections, but there isn't enough evidence to support this speculation."

The body was probably no longer of any value, and even if such a situation occurred again, it would likely be tightly controlled by the government, making any research impossible. Mrs. Grey couldn't help but feel disappointed.

It's getting more and more complicated. The more old things they find, the further the world is from their initial predictions.

Even today, the reunification of East and West Germany remains a distant prospect, the international situation is turbulent, and this unknown disease, which occurred more than 30 years ago, is causing them increasing anxiety and distress.

There were definitely more than one such corpse, but they could only see this one. As for the cause, it was impossible to verify. All they knew was that it was some kind of deadly disease.

Even the erudite Mrs. Grey had never heard of this illness before, only reminding her of Collapse Fluid Syndrome and ELID infected individuals.

They'd never seen anything like this in the quarantine zone before, and hopefully, this thing wouldn't have the ability to bring the dead back to life...

"Mercury Rose, Nemokin, what do you think?"

"Morido said in a deep voice."

"I don't know. Our job is infiltration, interference, and assassination. We're sorry, we can't help you two with anything related to pathology."

Mercury Rose nodded slightly, reserving her opinion.

“Gray, let’s focus on the current competition with Umbrella. We can investigate these things later. When more international news breaks, it will be too difficult to rely on these old newspaper articles.”

……

"Okay, you're right."

After a moment, Mrs. Grey nodded in agreement with the other party's suggestion.

"It's better to focus on the current competition first. Expanding our scope will allow us to conduct better research in this area later, and might even get the White Eagle to grant us the right to intervene..."

It's best to take things one step at a time like this...

......

"In 2006, the German Democratic Republic (IDR) and the Federal Republic of Germany announced peaceful reunification, but the Berlin Wall remained standing, and the IDR continued to retain its autonomy..."

383 Idealism

"I told you, this era is rotten to the core. No one's death is meaningful. For anyone, the pain of failure is the most real thing."

"There is no place left for idealists in this era, but that doesn't mean that idealists deserve to die!"

In the Bremen night scene, a man and a woman walk together under a black umbrella on a street strewn with countless splashes of water, as if stepping out of reality into a picture frame, where even memories and the people around them seem so unreal.

"Anjie, now that things have come to this, can you still hold onto your ideals? The edge of a new world? Stealing fire? Pursuing a better, true Luo Lian?"

Perhaps the bustling crowd and the rain provided cover for them, as the man's words began to take on a dangerous tone, but a smile also appeared on his face, as if he were completely at ease.

The woman, addressed as "Angie" by the man, shrugged with feigned helplessness and said, "Of course, neither Sir Griffin, Paradis, nor Oberstein, nor Zelinsky can extinguish my ideals. What I want is the edge of a new world, not Paradis merging into the Romanian Union, or the new Soviet Union merging into the Romanian Union. I hope that when all this happens, the world will be a better place, not the place it is now, covered in festering sores and blood..."

"And you? Commander of Griffin? Or should I now address you as a friend, Lovan?"

The man smiled, tilting his umbrella slightly, accidentally letting a few raindrops fall on his shirt, slightly staining the clean, white fabric with other colors...

“I naturally hope so too. We all yearn to make the world a better place, we all yearn to refresh the world’s edge, we are all equally ignorant, but we still walk side by side. Unlike Sir Griffin, we can put our hands on each other’s shoulders, but they can’t. They will smile and slap the other’s hand away and say, ‘Um… sorry, you may have dirtied my coat. This is what I’m wearing tonight to Mr. Oberstein’s meeting.’”

"Hahaha, you're still the same as ever. Even though you might not see the sun rise tomorrow, you can still make these pointless jokes."

Thinking about it carefully, this seems to be the first time Luo Fan has heard An Jie laugh so easily...

"Where exactly does the idealist's path lead?"

"In any case, it won't be here."

Luo Fan shook his head.

"I hope so. I hope I'll have the chance to see the day Paradis falls. As for taking down Sir Griffin, forget it. If someone could actually do that, their methods would probably be even more despicable than Sir Griffin's..."

"Yes, to kill a monster, you either need to be a hero or a more powerful monster, but in this world, it's more often the latter."

The two finally fell silent, walking side by side in the rain. On the streets of Bremen, people in formal attire were rushing about, each heading to their own promised land with different purposes, but no one seemed to care even a little about the world...

……

"You said it yourself, Luo Fan. Keep going, don't let your path become a dead end for idealists."

"Ok, I know."

……

"boom!"

A sharp gunshot rang out, and the woman beside him fell to the ground, leaving Luo Fan still reeling from the shock.

"Anjie, Anjie!"

! ! ! !

"Ahhhh!"

Then came heavy breathing; the lights of Bremen's night scene vanished instantly, replaced by deep darkness and slightly polluted air.

Upon closer inspection, he saw a young girl lying on top of him, seemingly fast asleep.

"Phew... Damn it, another nightmare."

It's because they played Girls' Frontline too much and got so immersed in the story that they felt deeply connected to the plot, even though they were just watching for the story.

So why did I choose to take this path now and stop Umbrella?

Is it to fulfill this vague promise and revitalize the world?

He himself was not clear about the situation. He had not even seen the whole picture of this world. He only knew that this world was not much better than Girls' Frontline.