【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

"Sorry, it was me and Dadalia who told me that if the person who comes is you, I will come forward. If it is Dotore -"

The girl pursed her lips and smiled, but did not continue speaking, but everyone present was convinced.

The girl held up her face, looked at the "girl" who was also sizing her up with a smile, and spoke meaningfully——

"It's really exactly the same."

He clearly didn't speak to Pantalone, but he always felt a little guilty, as if all his thoughts were exposed in the girl's understatement.

In fact, the moment the girl saw the "girl", she already knew that their plan was half-way to success.

"Next is the lady's conversation." The girl looked at the two people who were confronting each other, "I would like to ask you two gentlemen to go out."

"Well, miss, I'll wait for you outside."

Dadalia didn't have any objections, and he didn't seem to have such a thing as "curiosity". He just seemed to be very happy even when he was being used. He was completely an emotional execution machine.

But a gentleman had already set an example, and it was obviously inappropriate for Pantalone to stay again, so he nodded to the two ladies and followed Dadalia out of the house.

"You are obedient." Pantalone's glasses were unavoidably foggy as he entered the icy world from the warm room. He was holding them in his hands and wiping them. "You will do whatever she asks you to do." Do?"

Dadalia's expression was no longer as docile as it was in front of the girl. He crossed his arms and leaned against a wall, his face full of nonchalance:

"After all, I trust Miss."

Perhaps it was because his original face was too plain, so just a small curl of his lips looked extremely provocative:

"Obviously, the lady also trusts me."

"Her trust," Pantalone did not look at Dadalia. After putting on her glasses, she just looked thoughtfully at the heavy snow in the sky, "You have to take it."

The inside of the house looks much more peaceful than the outside - if you don't look at the two people who suddenly appeared.

"Death" seems to be always calm, and Duoyun also looks extremely calm - although everyone wonders if Duoyun didn't react -, while the girl and "girl" have always been gentle and gentle, and their expressions are exactly the same , but people can feel the subtle difference.

"Death" raised his chin towards the two of them:

"explain."

Two identical faces faced each other for a moment, and finally the girl finally spoke:

"She is probably the modified version of me?"

It seemed that it was not quite appropriate, and the girl frowned in distress, but the "girl" added in a timely manner:

"In other words, I'm a few pieces of her."

"Probably about the same as Dotore's slices."

"How many clips?"

This time it was the girl herself who expressed doubts.

"Well, yes, my memory and personality are all combined from several fragments of your experience."

"So we are the same person, but there are still some differences. Dotore probably wanted to better control me, so I didn't insert those conflicts and other episodes."

The girl faced herself opposite, hesitated for a moment, but still spoke:

"Then you still choose..."

"Well," the "girl" smiled, and suddenly started a topic that seemed to have nothing to do with the topic, "Actually, you don't like me that much, do you?"

"In a sense, you don't actually want me to exist."

Although Duoyun is not very clever, he is always very sensitive to such disharmonious words, and subconsciously stood between the two girls, but for a moment he couldn't tell who was the "sister" he wanted to protect, so He turned around twice in a daze between the two of them, and then was pulled back to the chair by "Death" in a daze.

Without the clouds blocking her view, the girl was not embarrassed but had a frank expression finally revealed. She even nodded without any cover-up:

"Is such that."

"I believe that there should not be exactly the same individuals in the world."

"Yes," "Girl" quickly took over, "So I think so too."

The girl raised her eyebrows:

"Wish I didn't exist?"

"Girl" shook her head:

"I wish I didn't exist."

"The first second I opened my eyes and saw a room full of 'me', I knew I shouldn't exist."

Sure enough, talking to yourself is both difficult and easy.

What's easy is that they don't need to read too much into each other's meaning.

The difficulty is that they must face the ugliness and darkness in themselves.

With just one look, the girl could tell that the person in front of her was, in a sense, taking advantage of Pantalone.

"Don't look at me like that."

The "girl" rested her chin on her arm and smiled harmlessly and softly:

"It's true that I like him."

"It's just that I know that was not your intention."

"With this sporadic memory, I can still tell whether someone has tampered with it or not."

Even Dotore cannot fabricate a relationship out of thin air.

He just captured a few moments when the girl had the most trust in Pantalone and was closest to her heartbeat. He stretched and enlarged these clips to serve as the background of the "girl's" emotion.

"Girl" does not reject this feeling. After all, this emotion is real and does exist in her body. This is also the wonderful thing about Dotore.

But Dotore's only flaw is that he doesn't have normal human feelings and doesn't fully understand the girl.

Girls, or any ordinary person, will feel physiological disgust and rejection when they see countless things that are "me but not me". And girls in that extreme mental state will suffer The stimulation will undoubtedly burn that disgust into your bones.

Dotore has been away from the crowd for too long, so he will naturally ignore the connection between "I" and "I"; he is too arrogant, so he will naturally think that everyone and everything is under his control. under.

"Let's not talk about anything else. What is your current plan? How do you need me to cooperate?"

"Death" opened her mouth to speak, but before the words came out, she still raised her eyes and glanced at the girl.

The girl who felt the gaze nodded towards her:

"She is me, just say it safely."

"Death"'s eyes lingered on the two identical swollen faces for a moment, and the hesitation had not completely faded away, but he still listened to the girl's words and spoke:

"You should have the means to enter and exit the laboratory freely, right?"