Overturned Tower

He straightened up, leaned over and kept pushing Russell, trying to wake him up.

"I said, hey, I said—when did you start?"

"It hasn't started yet..."

"Really? Then when did you start liking her?"

"... When did you like her?"

Hearing this, Russell slightly opened his eyes.

He also began to think seriously.

……yes.

Speaking of which, when did it start?

The shyness of touching each other's ears from the first time they met?

Or when she went out to eat, she heard her childhood pity?

Is it the warmth gushing from the bottom of my heart when I was attacked by Quanshu and the maze, when I saw her protecting herself like a rage?

Or when she patiently put on makeup after knowing her psychic powers... the slight itchiness when her warm breath patted her face?

Or was it the sense of security that she brought home when she picked her up on that rainy night?

After such a calculation, Russell discovered that there seemed to be some subtle problems here:

Why, think about it carefully...

Except for the faint heartbeat of putting on make-up, the other scenes are more like delphinium is the man, and you are the woman who is being teased?

So, what have you done for the delphinium?

Russell thought about it carefully, but found out with a guilty conscience...he didn't seem to have done anything.

Of course, it is also possible that he did something unintentionally, but because it was not intentional and Russell didn't think it was an important thing, he didn't take it to heart at all.It's almost forgotten by now.

But to be specific, when did it start...

"...I can't remember."

Russell shrank back on the sofa, and replied honestly in a low voice: "If you say when you were surprised, it was the first time. But it wasn't liking.

"I can't say which moment I fell in love with her. Looking back on the past, I found that I seemed to be a little moved in every segment, but I didn't fall in love enough when I thought about it carefully.

"Perhaps it is the daily accumulation of bits and pieces, as the living habits adapt to each other, and the understanding of her gradually increases..."

"You mean, long-term love?"

"I'm not the kind of person who will fall in love with each other for a long time."

Russell murmured, he was actually a little confused: "I should be the type who gets less likable the longer I get along.

"Those of my friends may be able to be 'captured' by me at the beginning. But they will almost gradually alienate me in the end... If they can reach the end, they will not be bored with my best friends, and they will spray me with 'You It's like saying "a dog", calling me "a dog". But I think I should be closer to a cat in character.

"Maybe what I did was somewhat doggy."

"Hey, hey," Bad Day was a little unhappy, "You said that, have you considered what a real dog thinks? I'm going to sue you for discrimination by relatives.

"...But, that's not a bad thing."

He touched his chin: "It sounds like you are a little more autistic than I thought. But your mind is surprisingly delicate and sensitive.

"It's not so much a long-term love, it's better to say it's a warm life and a sense of identity, melting the ice you use for self-protection.

"It sounds a bit like the style of a pseudo-three-non-type literary girl-it looks very indifferent, but in fact it just doesn't know how to deal with others, and is essentially shy and timid. So when you meet a gentle and outgoing male protagonist It will be melted by warmth... I watched animations with similar themes when I was a child."

Hearing this, Russell was taken aback.

is that so?

Before he even had time to complain about the contrast between the metaphor of a bad day and his image, he strangely felt a little bit of recognition.

Maybe it's true...

"You don't have to think about it too much," Bad Ri waved his hand, "How can there be only one truth about feelings.

"Just make sense. Don't think too much about it."

"...You sound quite experienced."

Russell said quietly, "Do you have a wife of your own?"

"I haven't even had a girlfriend," Bad Day confidently picked up a piece of potato chips, "Do you know how old I was when I betrayed my family?"

"I heard you are so confident and proud, I thought you were quite experienced."

"I have quite a bit of experience as a bystander. There is a saying that those who are obsessed by the authorities are clear by the bystander. As a bystander, I must have more experience than the person involved."

Bad Ri didn't have the slightest doubt about his own words: "The experience I have concluded is that finding a girlfriend is too much trouble, and I'd rather watch other people fall in love.

"If everything goes well, I can eat some candy by the side; if it doesn't go well, I can also watch the fun by the side. It's called a win-win situation, barber."

"Is this a win-win?"

"A win-win is a bad day always wins twice."

He smiled and said, "Do you want potato chips?"

"No, I came back when I was full."

Russell shook his head and retracted into the sofa again.

Bad Ri moved his butt and came closer, and asked in a low voice: "Hey, I said...

"Why not use your talents on Delphinium?"

"……What did you say?"

"It's your talent of being able to read other people's hearts and imitate them. Don't try to lie to me, I know you definitely have it."

Bad Day added: "Aren't you not sure what she thinks of you?

"Then why don't you use your talent to judge how she likes you?"

"……forget it."

Russell huddled into a smaller ball, ignoring the bad days that kept coming up with bad ideas.

"You are afraid."

Bad Day pointed out sharply: "You are afraid that your imitation will make the delphinium fear you and hate you; you are also afraid that after reading her heart, you will not find the love of your lover from her heart. Instead, just put You care about him as a junior, as a younger brother... right?"

"A gentle person is gentle to everyone. She is such a gentle person... It's only natural that I would be afraid."

"It's more than that."

Bad Ri smiled: "I think... it's because you have vaguely noticed that the answer you value most cannot be imitated."

The most important answer...

Is it 【Love】?

Hearing this, Russell was stunned.

He soon realized when Bad Day had discovered this...probably when he had met Morgan.

"Why do you think Morgan agrees that you are not a blue robin?

"Because in your imitation, there is indeed no blue song robin's love for her. You think you have already imitated it very much, and your heart is already very painful. But love is not the kind of thing that will bring pain."

Bad Ri folded his hands on his chest and replied very affirmatively.

Chapter 12 My Name Is Dead Sun

"...You speak as if you are very experienced."

Russell frowned.

He was still a little sleepy because he was full, but he was finally woken up by the bad day and couldn't sleep anymore.

He turned over and sat down on the sofa obediently.

Although these words came from Bad Day, the convincing power must be somewhat low...

But Russell did feel vaguely about it, so he decided to listen to it.

"There is no love in your imitation, just as there is no true love in the eyes of the man in the mirror.

"This is also very reasonable. Unless it is a narcissistic pervert, how can anyone look at himself in the mirror with affection?"

Bad Day said solemnly and very positively.

Although there are many flaws in his words, they are indeed worthy of Russell's serious consideration.

"You're done moving, aren't you?"

Bad Ri asked, "What's the real name of your psychic power?"

"The container of God."

Russell didn't hide anything: "I think this psychic power has two meanings.

"One is a container for holding gods, and the other is an artifact for holding souls."

Now he has fully understood that Bad Day is basically his uncle or uncle... and still has no children of his own, so he treats himself as the type to bring children.Undoubtedly a trustworthy person.

Although it is somewhat tainted with the taste of "bad days are most dangerous when it is safe", it is also one of the few people Russell can share secrets without hesitation.

"...Isn't it imitation, but storing other people's souls?"

Bad Day was a little surprised by the answer.

He quickly realized the key to this question: "Wait, do you know what your psychic power means?

"Maybe you can become the holy son of the church."

"……church?"

"The 'true god' they are looking for is to store everyone's consciousness in one place through the way of uploading thoughts...to achieve the 'integration of collective subconscious'.

"Don't you think that your soul is the embryonic form of this idea? Have you ever thought about what you are essentially if you contain enough personalities?"

"You mean..."

Russell was slightly taken aback when he heard the words: "Small... God?"

Accommodate the soul, will, and heart of others, so that they can be comforted and their wishes fulfilled.

"It doesn't have to be a small god."

Bad Day said meaningfully: "You might as well guess, if you can accommodate half of the human souls in this world...then what will the Cyber ​​Church do?"

"Continue to train me, and make me a saint after I die? Or dig out my brain and make it a real 'sacred script' server?"

Russell guessed.

Bad Ri sneered: "You just don't understand the church.

"According to what I know about them... If your psychic power can accommodate half of the souls in this world, then they will kill the other half without hesitation and integrate them all into one with you. In this way, human beings will directly Completed their 'return to God' mission.

"In that case, you will have the strongest power of the holy order in the world - the power of the holy order named 'God'. Its power is enough to change the world and recreate the world... This is the future that the church expects.

"But in that case, do you think you can still have your own personality?

"Since this is the case, if the number starts to shrink...do you think that the number of people you can accommodate is the limit that can maintain your own personality?"

Such realistic and cold words soaked into Russell's heart like ice water.

While he was slightly startled, he calmed down in an instant.

"You mean... my psychic powers can't imitate 'love'?"

He was vaguely aware of Bad Day's thoughts: "Once there is 'love', the volume of this data will be too large."

Just like a hungry person eats biscuits, he is really full when he eats until he is full.

But if he eats compressed biscuits until he is full, and then drinks water... then it is not as simple as being full.Stomach may be burst.

For him, "love" is food that swells like this.

Now his blue shift value is not stable enough, if he doesn't use Delphinium's chip to forcibly increase the blue shift by one level, he can't even make Morgan's mask stably.

If he becomes Morgan, he will be soaked in her love... The emotional fluctuations soaked in his body at that moment will undoubtedly push his red shift to another level.