One is an anomaly, and the other is a doctor who studies anomalies.
It's like a mouse falling in love with a cat, a white feather chicken falling in love with a KFC chef...
How could this be!
Serie was dying of vexation.
It was just that Lynette was very kind to her, and this kindness made Serie, in the extreme environment of the Control Bureau, develop an instinctive reliance, nothing more.
But this reliance didn't seem to be a good thing.
She lightly patted her unpromising "love-struck brain," trying to forcefully make herself sober.
Sitting up, her gaze unconsciously drifted to the few small objects on the table.
After dinner, Lynette even took her on a small shopping trip, buying a bunch of trinkets—
A mug with random patterns appearing daily, a cat ear scrunchie that would and only would automatically tie the owner's hair into twin pigtails, and a Mary Sue romance novel that Lynette used to entertain Serie... It was said that the pictures inside were like GIFs.
Although they were all rare items that couldn't be found in regular shopping malls outside the Control Bureau.
They were either object-type anomalies or derivatives of anomalies, but the only truly special one was a golden retriever doll, with a faint jasmine scent wafting through its fluffy golden fur.
According to the merchant, the scent did not come from real jasmine flowers but was refined from the extract of anomaly E-1532, and it had a calming and soothing effect.
Now that she looked at it...
It was absolutely useless!
Serie grabbed the doll's ear, muttering inwardly through gritted teeth.
She buried her face in the doll's fluffy fur in a fit of pique, but was caught off guard by a familiar scent—Dr. Lynette seemed to use the same scent. Could it be that...
Was Dr. Lynette hinting at something?
Serie's earlobes turned red at a visible speed, and then she immediately shook her head, casting aside this absurd thought.
Serie... Serie... What terrible things are you thinking?
How could Lynette deliberately send a doll similar to her to make me constantly feel her presence, or even sleep with her?
How could that be...
It must be that Lynette herself found this scent effective, so she gave me this big yellow dog so I could also feel calm and soothed.
Although she said that, her body was more honest than her mind.
By the time she came to her senses, the golden retriever doll was already in bed with her.
The red light of the surveillance camera was particularly glaring in the darkness. She buried her face in the doll's nape, muttering muffledly, "Tonight... I'll reluctantly let you serve me..."
After Serie whispered this, she squirmed awkwardly in the covers for a long time, like a little maggot.
But as she wriggled, Serie suddenly caught sight of the golden retriever doll's tag.
The pattern on it made her movements instantly freeze, and her blood seemed to turn to ice in her veins—because that "hourglass" pattern was almost identical to the holder of spear and the pattern she saw in Zoya's memory, with only slight differences in detail.
Serie was struck by lightning. She had almost forgotten what she saw in Zoya's memory, having been dazed from a nosebleed earlier.
Now it seemed, could it be that the holders of spear were the early Supernatural Anomaly Containment and Control Bureau?
Or, was the Supernatural Anomaly Containment and Control Bureau derived from this group of holders of spear?
Serie was both shocked and a little speechless.
Are these people determined to oppose her?
They sealed the Mad Eater Witch nine thousand years ago, tormented the Wildfire Witch a few decades ago, and now they are containing her, the Witch leader.
It was only when she realized this that Serie heard the mission completion prompt.
Main Quest: Hatred from a Thousand Years Ago (Completed)
Reward: Attribute Point * 1, Ability Point * 1
Indeed, the holders of spear were the Control Bureau of ancient times.
Round and round, the people who opposed Serie were always the same group.
Serie didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and her heart gradually calmed down.
Just like the nine-thousand-year chasm between the Witch and the Control Bureau, some distances are destined to be insurmountable.
Lynette was indeed a very good person, but only to that extent.
Their relationship was probably that of natural archenemies.
Thinking this, Serie hugged the golden retriever doll and, as she drifted into sleep, her consciousness gradually slipped into the body of the Wildfire Witch, Zoya.
At the Russian border at that time, a bird chirped outside the window, and the morning light filtered through the gap in the curtains, casting a golden line on the floor.
Serie got up and left the bed, stepping barefoot on the cold floor, her fingertips hooked on a corner of the curtain.
Her drooping bangs obscured her dim eyes, clearly still not having recovered from her earlier emotions.
Until Serie's peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of Ilena working in the morning mist.
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