Overturned Tower

Putting her hand on her chin, Huachu casually spoke words that could touch people's hearts.

"Simply put, it's urgent."

Russell briefly summarized.

Hua Chu burst out laughing suddenly, clapped his hands together and made a clear voice: "You are right!

"But you don't have to chat with me in such a formal way...

"If I'm not wrong, you should be able to perfectly control your expression, right?

"You and I have similar talents. If you, Russell, have any thoughts that you don't want me to know, I won't be able to see them so easily... What you reveal are thoughts and thoughts that you don't want to hide.

"You were just being polite and didn't say those words directly. You hoped to use this topic to test 'what kind of elf' I belong to.

"Or...you are just testing my abilities?"

Huachu not only read out the thoughts that appeared on Russell's face, but even easily read out the deeper thoughts hidden by Russell.

Saying that, the elf girl with pink hair had a delicate and perfect smile on her face.

That is a highly accomplished "smile".Just looking at it will make you feel happy and like a spring breeze, as if you can perfectly absorb happiness and happiness from it.

— but this is for ordinary people.

Russell, however, could neither read nor recognize any real emotion from it.

Empty and pale, like a thin mask.

...Is there such a technology?

Russell stared at the "smile" on Huachu's face, thoughtfully.

A business smile gradually appeared on his face.

After trying about three or four times, the same smile as Huachu appeared on his face.

Russell, who was already handsome, looked like a carefree and pure girl at the moment.

But he was not satisfied with this, but continued to adjust his face.

After another four or five times, the expression on his face gradually melted and turned into another more sunny smile.

It is a smile that reminds people of "heroes", enables people to believe from the bottom of their hearts, and gives strength and hope to desperate people.

——But apart from that, even Huachu couldn't read Russell's thoughts and thoughts at the moment.

"...Your talent is even more terrifying than I imagined."

The innocent and carefree false smile on Huachu's face also gradually subsided.

She couldn't help admiring: "Your learning ability is even stronger than your mother... If I read correctly, your ability to imitate other people's talents should be one of the essence of your personality.

"You may be more dangerous than you think yourself, Russell."

Hua Touch said, and left from his chair.

She walked around behind Russell and hugged him tightly.

The pink-haired elf lady hugged Russell, and took a deep breath as if she was sniffing Russell's body.

"...Are you sucking cats, Miss Huachu?"

"Not."

Huazhu said lightly: "You don't think... you are very similar to a cat, little Russell?

"Also, humans like cats because cats conform to human aesthetics, just like humans conform to orca whales' aesthetics. But we elves are all transformed from humans... Oh, right. Just in case I ask Wait, did your mother tell you about this?"

"...my mother didn't tell me, but I got it from other people."

"Bad day?"

"almost."

Russell nodded slightly.

He knew about it from Grandma Lan, and it could probably be regarded as a bad day telling him.

"You're very popular with elves, Russell. But it's not because you're cute, or because your soul relatives are small cats.

"It's because of your fluid, malleable personality.

"Once you become an elf, your personality will solidify. Because of this, many elves like what they liked 1000 years ago, and they like what they liked 100 years ago; the mistakes they made 100 years ago, they will make the same mistakes now.

"A personality that can constantly flow and change, and you who can learn and grow by absorbing the advantages of others... This 'variability' alone is full of fresh flavors.

"Elves like children and hate old people, because children can smell this kind of 'possibility of growth'. That is something that we can no longer get back after we become elves..."

Huachu stretched out her hand, gradually moving from Russell's back to behind his shoulder, and then to the back of his neck.

Like holding water, her slender hands held Russell's neck.Just a little bit of finger pressure can make Russell faint.

"Those elves with names may still be full of love and compassion for you. Because they can get 'growth' in another way... just like you said before, they are not so 'urgent'.

"But for us ordinary elves, it's not so much 'love' as jealousy."

She whispered, her forehead lightly touching the back of Russell's head.

Hua Chu said softly: "Don't talk, Russell.

"Close your eyes and listen with your heart."

Russell obeyed Huachu's words and closed his eyes.

But in that pitch-black field of vision, he seemed to hear something vaguely.

It's like someone is whispering in your ear.It's like lying on the bed half asleep and half awake, and someone is whispering something outside the window...

The voice seemed to grow louder and clearer.But Russell still couldn't hear or understand what those words were saying at all.

The next moment, Russell woke up suddenly.

But when he trembled and opened his eyes——Russell suddenly realized that he was not in Miss Flower Touch's office.

He was alone, appearing in the "temple" where he awakened his psionic power.

Chapter 8 The Cracked Mirror

What appeared in front of Russell was still the rows of floor-to-ceiling mirrors that he was extremely familiar with.

But at this moment, they seem to have lost those special abilities...

When Russell looked over, he could no longer see a blue robin or a Morgan from inside.

No matter which mirror Russell went to, he could only see himself in the mirror-as if they had really become ordinary mirrors.

"……container?"

As Russell walked around, he tentatively called out to his own demon: "The container of God?"

But he didn't get any response.His own voice echoed repeatedly in the temple.

In the empty temple, it seemed that Russell was the only one left.

He is like a prisoner alone, locked in his own spiritual world.

Looking up, no one can communicate.

A kind of heartfelt and sudden fear suddenly seized Russell's mind.

To describe it, it's like that classic joke...

"Brothers, I will take the college entrance examination tomorrow, can you give me some help?"

"Isn't the college entrance examination today?"

——The kind of fear that surged in Russell's heart was probably to that extent.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace a little, and he walked to the end of the church.

This place is no longer an infinite loop, a mirror gallery composed of countless mirrors... It seems to have become a real sanctuary.

Those mirrors that I still can't touch have become few and far between.

There are ten mirrors in total, and the red curtains on five of them have been lifted.

Russell also took off the curtain covering the remaining five mirrors.

In those mirrors, there was no virtual image reflected.

No Bluebird, no Alice.

No detective, no Morgan...

Only Russell.

—Only Russell himself.

He reached out and pressed the mirror tentatively, but he didn't feel anything.

Russell in the mirror also stretched out his hand at the same time, the fear that Russell knew at a glance leaked out of his eyes.

There was an unexplained, heart-piercing chill that made Russell's fingertips tremble uncontrollably.

Bursts of cold flowed from his back all over his body... like drinking ice in winter.

"...Why, am I so scared?"

Russell murmured in a low voice: "What am I afraid of?"

He stared at himself in the mirror, trying to synchronize and analyze his psychology.

So, he soon realized what "Russell" was afraid of—

He's afraid he won't be able to reach other people...

He is afraid of falling into absolute loneliness, he is afraid of being alone.

——What he fears is that he becomes a mirror covered with a curtain.

An unexplained rage made Russell's body tremble suddenly.

He didn't even know why he was suddenly angry... It was all so chaotic and ethereal, logically broken and fuzzy.

It was like being in a dream.

……and many more.

in a dream...

Am I dreaming now?

Such a thought crossed Russell's mind.

But as soon as this thought surfaced, it disappeared without a trace, completely forgotten by Russell and lost its trace.

Immediately afterwards, more intense rage poured into his mind.

Russell suddenly punched the mirror in front of him!

There was only a bang, and the mirror suddenly burst!

Russell's hand wasn't hurt, or even felt much pain.And the mirror in front of him was evenly cracked, as if covered by spider webs.

Russell's face was reflected on every fragment of the mirror.

Some are angry, some are smiling, some are sad, some are sad...

The surrounding churches seemed to disappear in an instant.

The countless fragments of memory that the shattered mirror turned into were spinning in front of Russell.

Russell subconsciously looked at one of them.

A strong smell of alcohol gushed out of his mouth——

He just appeared in front of the instructor in a daze.

He was sitting on the mentor's bed.

Russell, who just vomited due to drunkenness, held the juice with trembling hands, staring blankly at Sally Ruth who was sitting by the bed.

"Hurry up and drink."

An elf woman with a peerless appearance sat beside him with her legs crossed.